Three Days of Dominance (14 page)

He leaned in and kissed her brow just below the hairline, then kissed his way to her ear. As he breathed his words, his tongue probed gently. “If you can obey me now, perhaps there is a chance. Do you truly want this?”

“Yes—”
Why was he still asking
? She needed to hold him, to pull him closer, but found her wrists still tight against her sides. Whatever questions she had vanished from her mind.

She ground herself against him. “Let’s not talk anymore.”

He let go of her wrists and lifted the sari, his hands running smoothly up the sides of her thighs to her waist. Then, before she could think to move, he grabbed a handful of sari material at each side, pulling it out and twirling it round her wrists and round the railing, knotting it so she could do nothing, baring her below the waist.

The night air cooled her skin.

“Someone might come past,” she whispered urgently. “And what about a condom? Remember?” She frowned.
Can I get pregnant?

“Shhh.” He tilted her chin up. “You obey me. I’ve listened to humans talk for a hundred years. I know what a condom is. You can’t catch anything from me. Not even a baby…unless I wish it so.” He grinned wickedly; then he covered her mouth with his while his other hand drew smaller and smaller circles across the front of her panties, zeroing in on her clit but never quite touching. Though she tried to hold it in, a groan escaped her.

“You don’t want me to stop, do you?” he said.

She opened her mouth, but couldn’t speak, didn’t want to.

“Say the word no, and I will stop.” Methodically he gathered the lower edge of the sari and rolled the edge farther up, tugging to free it enough to reach the bottom of her breasts, then up the mound of each breast to reveal her nipples. Each nipple he treated to a kiss and the attention of his tongue. When her nipples hardened, he pushed her breasts together, licking them both and teasing them with his thumbs.

She strained on tiptoes to get closer to his tongue, but he moved back, going to his knees and taking the sides of her panties in his fists, drawing them lower and lower.

If anyone walked on this path, they would see her, perhaps recognize her even. Stung for a moment to full awareness, she looked about. No one. Yet. A dog barked in the distance. She heard voices and the drone of traffic in the main street. It wasn’t that far.

Her panties were at her ankles, then gone. He licked at her skin barely an inch from her clit and inside her, the egg…the egg she’d almost forgotten, pulsed with agonizing pleasure with each movement of his tongue. As her legs trembled, she slumped against the timber behind her.

“I can’t—” She panted. “Someone might see me, know who I am.”

He stood, towering over her, his voice grumbling softly. “In this darkness, no one could know you.” But he unraveled the sari cloth where it held her wrists to the timber, then effortlessly drew her wrists above her head with the cloth ends that still tangled them, turning the sari inside out, covering her head. She felt the tension in her arms as he tied her to some part of the lattice roof. All her body above her armpits, her head and upper body, was swathed entirely in cloth. She looked out through the folds of the thin cloth as if through a veil, saw him standing there with hands on hips surveying her.

“This is better,” he said, delight in his voice, and he bent, to hold each breast and nip gently at her bare nipples. “Now, no one can see who you are. But…tomorrow, you cannot deny me, at all. No disobedience.” His teeth closed a little harder than they had before.

“None,” she breathed, wanting him to stop talking, closing her eyes as he let one hand drift lower, brushing over her pubic hair, before his fingers probed at her and sank deep into her moist center. Where teeth had been, warmth and wetness curled across her taut nipple as he used his tongue. The licking, the soft slide around the areola, the sweep over the top went on and on. When he sucked the whole nipple into his mouth, the sudden sensation made her knees sag, and her weight stretched the cloth around her arms until he caught her with his hand under her buttocks.

He straightened, spun her round, and she didn't resist. Using his knee, he parted her thighs, then shoved his cock up against her and in, the crown paused in that delicious spot, just breaching her entrance. With agonizing slowness, he moved in a little farther and paused. The timber rail of the bridge crossed her stomach and held her in place, slightly bent over, mouth open against the cloth, turning it wet with her saliva. He thrust into her so deeply she gasped and then held her breath. Oxygen wasn’t necessary. Not when…this felt…so good. She trusted him. No one would see.

His two fingers were on her clit, kneading it, while with his other hand he rubbed her nipple as he thrust, over and over. Each time he withdrew, she sobbed, quivering and aching for the next thrust. She panted. Pleasure spiraling from wherever he touched her, from where he rubbed and pumped and fondled. Heat, lust, wetness all whirled her up into a storm.

Without instructions, her bottom tilted. From her open mouth, small grunts escaped. Animal instincts ruled her body

When orgasm was within a fingerbreadth away, he withdrew his cock and pushed at her other entrance, sliding in enough to stretch the little circle of muscle, before he withdrew, and still he worked at her clit. She groaned, wriggled a little, not sure if this strange new feeling was good or bad. The soft head of his cock moved slow and steady into her anus, letting her stretch, riding in on the juices from her cunt until with a
pop
his cock was in, lodged there. She felt pinned in place like a butterfly caught by a collector.

Hell
. Good, in a fiery,
oh my God what is that inside me
sort of way. She gulped once and paused, frozen, fascinated by how her body was flicking on switches down there, opening her, lighting her up.

“Ready?” he whispered and kissed her shoulder. “I know it’s not hurting anymore. But are you ready? When you are, I’m going to show you the heights, my love, where only a fae can take you. Where only I can take you.”

Panting, she could only make a tiny strangled sound of encouragement, hoping he understood she meant
yes.

What his fingers did to her clit came to the fore. Until a second later, when he moved his cockhead, and that became her focus. Each new movement of fingers and cock swung her between fire and heat and the slippery heaven turning her clit into a little expanding ball. Ready, nearly. She teetered, lost in sensation. Wanting more.
More
. Every muscle tightened. Her hands bunched in the sari cloth. Her neck curved back. He buried himself, deep.

Then down inside her, where the toah rested, a maelstrom erupted and spun her out of control, white-hot and shattering. She came, shaking, crying out, her mouth open, and the world streamed away into space. Rapture exploded through her, jerking her arms against the restraining cloth, and she never ever wanted this to end.

As her body succumbed to another wave of shudders, she at last admitted the truth.

This
was part of what drew her to Heketoro, this lack of control, this act of utter surrender, where she could be free of responsibility, and she was the one being cared for.

She squeezed her eyes shut and tears trailed down her face.

* * *

When he untied her wrists, the sari slipped down, the flimsy cloth caressing her face, her breasts, and her legs as it fell back into position. She bowed her head against his chest, and he enfolded her in his arms, with his chin resting atop her head. She could hear his heartbeat, frantic at first. It slowed and was soon ticking as regularly as a second hand while hers still pounded, and she struggled to catch her breath.

“So beautiful,” he said quietly, marveling. “All these years—”

“My words, exactly,” she said, dreamily, eyes half-closed, the echoes of what they’d just done thrumming through her mind.

He shifted his chin, kissed her hair. “Come with me.” He took her hand, leading her toward one end of the little bridge, then down the embankment to a small dry area of moss-fine grass, his manner now as gentle and courteous as a prince from a fairy tale.

Once he sat on the bank, he tugged on her hand and she settled herself onto the grass between his legs. It felt so right when again his arms went round her. She sighed and nestled her back closer to him. That she hadn’t found her underwear yet, well, that only made it feel more glorious. When was the last time she’d dared to go without underwear? Or, for that matter, dared to make love out under the stars?

A strange background hum deep in her womb made her wonder what the toah was doing. Were tattoos even now writing the evidence of their lovemaking on her body?

“This is so nice,” she murmured. “Is this going to work?

The silence went on for many seconds, but she waited, letting him find his words.

“Yes. I think it will.”

With the baritone of his voice near her ear, it was hard to concentrate. She ran her fingers along his forearm, opened her eyes wide.
Stay awake, girl, this is important.

A thumb-sized frog hopped from the water, paused, its throat swelling as it croaked. As she’d noticed earlier in the day when she stepped from her house, the world seemed brighter than it should be—the frog outlined in a faint trace of green glowing in defiance of the blackness of the night.

Walk away from this, and in a day she’d be back at work. Paperwork and the pressure of always being on top of things, the headaches, and the mind-numbing black days when nothing seemed right had long ago overshadowed the pleasure she got from arresting the bad guys. Whereas with Heketoro the opposite was true, so far the pleasure far outweighed the pain.

“What happens…when this barrier between your world and mine is gone?”

“I return to my world, as will Aroha. I hope to be able to help her once we return. The madness may be reversible.”

So, Aroha, his lunatic half sister would get to return with him. Another world. Damn, it was an awesome concept. To be able to go somewhere in another universe. She inhaled deeply, comforted by the warm male scent of Heketoro. The way his body fitted against hers felt so good. His fingers combing through her hair and hand at her waist sent a mix of shivery pleasure and plain slothful tiredness flooding along her spine and out to her extremities. This must be what a puppy felt like at the feet of its master.

Yet…he’d not said anything about her going to his world. Though at first she’d thought she was merely a convenience, a means to an end, now she was sure he cared for her. The signs were all there. But, he’d said nothing out loud, not really, nothing about this relationship continuing past the end of the ritual. She knew what she wanted to ask him, but did she dare? It was hard enough figuring out what a
man
was really feeling, let alone a fae. She'd have to ask.

Yet, my God—another world.

She had friends, acquaintances, and sometimes—when she wasn’t stressed out from work and snippety as hell—she’d had lovers. But Heketoro had blown everything else away. She didn’t mean to let him slip away, because once he was gone, there was no way she’d ever get him back.

“I have a question to ask.” Then she sped on before she could back out. “Would I be able to—”
No, that sounded wrong
. “Um, I’d like to come with you.”

His fingers dug, hard, into her skin. She turned her head and regarded him. You didn’t ask that sort of question and not look. She wasn’t a coward. His eyes, at first seemingly inscrutable—and she dared to think he considered her proposal—changed and were weighed down with some dark emotion. Sadness? Regret? Maybe even pity? She couldn’t tell, but it sent cold spiking through her.

Her own eyes brimmed with tears. “What is it? I thought you might have wanted to—No?” Her hopes fractured like thin ice. She moved her neck, twisting it to escape his fingers. “You’re hurting me.”

“I’m sorry. No.” He shook his head. “You cannot come with me. Here is where you belong. My world would be too dangerous for you. What Aroha did to you is nothing compared to the weapons and powers of the greater fae.”

“And it’s not dangerous for you, or your sister? I’m a cop. I’m trained to deal with risk.” Clearly, it was an excuse to say she couldn’t go with him.

She opened her mouth to say more, then whipped around to hunch over with her head in her hands. Maybe being a coward wasn’t so bad. She’d thought—Ah, what did it matter. He didn’t want her to come with him. She drew a shuddering breath.

It had been a silly, impetuous thing to say in any case. She knew nothing of their world. Perhaps, she thought, almost laughing at the idea, she should have asked to see snapshots, or a résumé, or a map of the cities perhaps? What other nonsensical and impossible document could she have asked for? But what difference would it make? She wasn’t going anyway.

He touched her back, rubbed in circles. “Do you understand?”

“Yes. ’Course I do. It’s okay. I’m not going to back out. I’ll still do this ritual for you.”

Then why was there now this intolerable ache in her chest?
A broken heart? Hah! As if
. It was just that the adventure of a lifetime was passing her by.
Seeing another world would have been awesome. And having more of the incredible sex would be nice too. Not going to happen now. Except for tomorrow.

Despite her words, she did feel, in an irresponsible and totally stupid way, like backing out. This ritual was sexual, or so he’d said, and even though something about it scared him, she couldn’t imagine how it could hurt. But having sex with Heketoro after she’d just embarrassed herself…would be…oh, heavens, it’d still be the best sex ever, and she knew it.

Besides, the fae probably had something about humans ending up in their world. Maybe it wasn’t really a choice for him, as such.

He was still rubbing her back, as if that were a consolation prize. And this beautiful, gentle, yet powerful man was going to leave her.

She stiffened. She’d made a contract, or near enough, to help him, a life-or-death contract. She wasn’t going to back out. Yet, she was lying to herself. It wasn’t just the adventure that made her want to follow him to his world.