Wanted: Handsome Alien Abductor (13 page)

"You could have a different perspective or even view line.” Amber said, thinking aloud.

"True. But there is so much that needs recording, that'd be wasteful."

After dinner, as they walked toward his bedroom, Amber became nervous. Tonight was the night. It was their tenth date, and truthfully she'd wanted Ryja many times since the dating experience had started. But she didn't want to go back on the terms she had set, or have Ryja think she was a loose woman. Ultimately she didn't want to betray herself.

The waiting had been agony though. Yet, it also made her so hot she wondered

what their love making would be like this time. She was primed and ready.

When they entered the bedroom, Ryja said, “Scandinavia.” She knew he'd already told the computer what scene to throw on the walls at his cue word. It was majestic. Rolling hills with emerald grass took up three walls, while the one across from the bed looked like a fjord. Ocean waves crashed on the rocky shore. The sound of sea birds and waves was a gentle backdrop, while the scent of sea water stimulated the senses.

Not that I need any help
. Amber had been absorbed in the surroundings and failed to notice the bed. Clothes lay on it, and walking closer, she had to smile. A Viking warriors outfit was next to attire a Medieval maid might wear. Mica must have brought it here earlier. For a second she was embarrassed, wondering what the android thought. But then he was probably used to Ryja's sex games.

"What do you think?” Ryja stood next to her.

"Frankly, I could wear them or not.” She stared at him. “But...there is a little devil in me that'd love to see you dressed as a Viking."

Grinning, he picked up the clothes and headed for the bathroom. “I'd like to be surprised this time,” he threw over his shoulder.

Me too
. She stripped quickly, then slipped on the white under dress. It looked like linen, which would have been the choice of the period for the garment. The sleeves fit snugly. A blue tunic went over it, with a lovely woven belt that fit around her hips. Long sleeves belled out, hanging almost to the hem when her arms were down.

Amber examined herself in the mirror. It was actually a pretty sexy outfit. The clothes were snug, outlining her figure. She undid her ponytail. Medieval women didn't wear it like that. Quickly, she plaited it in one long braid. Now she could have stepped from the past into the present. She felt very feminine, and it was easy to imagine a knight vying for her attention.

"Gorgeous, as usual."

Ryja's deep voice came from behind her. Amber turned and held her breath. He was magnificent. A brown tunic fit rather loosely, but was more flattering with the help of a wide leather belt. The garment fell to mid-thigh, and although leggings would have been a natural part of the costume, Ryja's legs were bare. She was sure he had decided to forgo the leggings, and was glad. His massive thighs were calling for her hands to stroke the chiseled muscles and light brown hairs that covered them.

The tunic was sleeveless, leaving his ripped biceps free. She couldn't wait to run her fingers over their bulges. A sword was stuck through the belt, and a pair of brown leather boots covered his lower legs. She took in his whole physique. With his silky wheat blonde hair, he did look like a Viking warrior.

"You must like the outfit, because I've been standing for about a minute waiting for you to say something."

Amber laughed. “You're so beautiful and authentic looking, you silenced me."

Ryja arched one eyebrow. “Beautiful?"

"You know what I mean.” She curtsied. “What about my costume?"

"It's pretty,” he drawled out as he walked to her side. “But you are stunning no matter what you wear, or don't wear for that matter."

Her cheeks reddened. Their first encounter had been wild and she had no qualms about total nudity with a stranger. Amber's heart raced as she wondered if this time would be as exciting.

"You belong to me.” Ryja circled her waist, pulling her into his arms.

His eyes were a darker shade of blue, filled with lust. His hard erection pushed against the layers of clothes between them. He looked like a conqueror and she realized he'd stepped full in to their fantasy.

She cast down her eyes and whispered. “You raided my village. I am your captive."

If that had really happened to her, Amber doubted she'd act so meek. But she would play the part they'd set in motion.

His hand slid to her chin, raising it. “Since you are my captive, I can do anything I want with you."

Instead of being scared, as she would be if she were a real captive, her body was on fire.

Without warning, he swooped down, attacking her lips with a savage kiss. She wanted to run her hands through his soft hair and pull him closer, but instead she pushed against his chest. He released her and she stumbled back.

"So, you will fight me.” His eyes raked her body. Those cool orbs were hot, setting her nerves to tingling with their intensity.

"You are a barbarian and my enemy.” Amber turned her nose up slightly.

"So I am.” Ryja bent and picked her up in his arms, carrying her to the bed. He sat on the edge, with her across his lap like a child. When she struggled, he trapped her arms with one iron arm and pulled her head up with his free hand.

She turned her head, but his hand slid behind her back, gripping her head above her neck. Forcing her forward, he captured her mouth in a kiss. Amber only played at refusing his kiss for a second, then her body relaxed against his. She was his.

His tongue teased hers, drawing a small moan from her. Then it swept across her tongue like they were doing battle. It was thrilling. Ryja's hand pushed her closer, his kiss demanding more surrender as his steely arm pulled her tight against his chest. She was breathless but it wasn't the embrace that caused it, but his deepening kiss.

Suddenly, he withdrew, staring at her with a wicked look. She didn't know what he had on his mind, but she shuddered with feverish excitement. Standing up, Ryja turned and gently laid her in the center of the bed. Then he ran his hand up her right arm and stretched it over her head.

He leaned down, kissing her until she was restless and wanting more. While they kissed he had been stroking her hand and wrist, or that's what she thought. It was hard to concentrate on her hand when he set her mouth on fire. She felt something clamp around her wrist and craned her neck. Glancing under his arm, she was shocked to see a fur lined handcuff on her wrist. It was attached by a cord to the bedpost at the headboard.

"Oh,” she gasped. Amber tried to pull her hand down, not even remembering the fantasy at this moment. Being trussed up was not her idea of fun.

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He grasped her other arm and she struggled, but couldn't stop him. “Stop,” she said, twisting her arm. She'd never been tied to a bed before, but it just never interested her. Amber liked being in control of her body.

When both wrists were secure, Ryja ran his hands down her arms, stopping at the stringed vest. He started untying it slowly and she watched silently. She had stopped squirming, for there was no getting free. Somewhere between her resistance and realizing it was a useless struggle, her senses came alive.

Suddenly, everything was intensified. His heated eyes, Ryja's hands as he spread the vest aside, and her own heavy breathing, seemed amplified.

"Too much clothing.” His husky voice made her shiver.

Amber's eyes widened as he pulled a small knife from his belt and sliced her dress down the front. Before she could even say stop, he inserted his hands and ripped the material, exposing her torso. Her breasts pointed up, her nipples beaded into tight buds as his eyes raked them.

He was kneeling between her thighs, so that she lay spread eagled. She felt vulnerable, while the flesh between her lower lips throbbed. Amber held her breath as Ryja gripped the rest of the fabric and tore it. The destroyed dress lay on either side of her body, only some clinging to her shoulders.

She had not put on panties, and Ryja's eyes traveled down. She grasped the handcuffs to keep a moan inside. It was as if she could sense the heat from his gaze lashing her flesh. She was at his mercy. He dipped down, latching onto her mouth with a demanding kiss. Frustrated that she couldn't rub her hands down his muscular back, she pulled fruitlessly against the cuffs.

His hands were on her breasts, kneading, and then rolling her nipples. Releasing her mouth, he licked downward, stopping at one breast. His tongue laved it, and then he suckled the pebbled skin.

She jerked. “Ooh."

Ryja gave it a last lick, and then licked down her belly. She glanced down, her thighs clenching in anticipation as he moved quickly to her mons. He spread her and then plunged his tongue into her hot flesh. She moaned. Ryja licked and swirled around and around, until she was panting.

"Oh, yes,” she moaned. Her legs twitched.

He moved her thighs up and spread her knees wide. Ryja sucked her skin into his hot mouth and she groaned. Amber pulled at the handcuffs, wanting to grab or rake skin.

"Please,” she gasped.

Ryja's tongue flicked her nub, fast and hard. She screamed, her hips coming off the bed. But he held onto her, riding the waves of her orgasm. When she sighed and sank onto the mattress, he stopped.

Kneeling, he began to peel off his clothes. Amber watched in appreciation. His staff popped free of his pants and she licked her lips.

His eyes had been on her the whole time. He saw her action and smiled. “Later, you can pleasure me.” He leaned on top of her. “I have been waiting for this too long."

With that statement, he kissed her and plunged into her channel in one stroke. She

reared upward and gasped. Ryja pounded into her so fiercely that at first she didn't remember his special sexual talent.

A hot throbbing filled her insides as his strokes slowed. How could she have forgotten this wondrous body difference in
Arrak
males?

"Ryja,” she sighed. It was exquisite. “Um,” she moaned as he stopped and simply let the throbbing fill her wet insides. Amber tugged at the handcuffs and wiggled. “Please.” She was mindless with desire.

He moved faster at her plea, plunging with long strokes that filled her completely. Abruptly he withdrew, until only the large head stroked in and out.

"Yes,” she screamed as an orgasm built. The head dipping into her entry was too much. Too sweetly tortuous. He pushed in further, and then withdrew slowly. Repeating this, Ryja teased her with only part of his throbbing member.

It made her want him more, and the orgasm flushing through her reacted in heated waves. She groaned, flounced, pushed against him, desiring release.

"Agh,” she screamed something mindless as a powerful orgasm ripped through her.

His staff became even harder, and then Ryja's seed pumped into her.

Amber's body hummed with sensation, yet she watched his face, head thrown back as he climaxed. He leaned over her for a minute after, resting his head on her hair. Then he rolled over, lying beside her.

"Please, take these cuffs off,” Amber said. She turned to look at him. Ryja was sated and relaxed. His eyes were closed.

"Don't you dare go to sleep and leave me like this."

He chuckled and then undid the handcuffs. Pulling her onto his chest, he stared at

her, a happy grin on his face. Her chin was on his chest, her body sprawled across his.

"I should handcuff you.” She snorted.

Ryja smiled, eyes twinkling. “That's what I had in mind when you lick me."

At his words Ryja's staff began to lengthen. It fit perfectly into her groin, and Amber was as turned on as he showed. She imagined him tied up, with her bending over him, taking his staff into her mouth. Amber licked her lips unconsciously.

Seeming to read her mind, Ryja pulled her up and kissed her gently. “As much as
he
seems ready, let's take a break first."

She laughed and cuddled up next to her lover. They must have fallen asleep, for she awakened in his arms an hour later by the bedside clock. Ryja was still asleep. Moving stealthily, she tried securing one of his hands with the cuff. But he awoke when she pushed his arm up.

Grinning, he stretched his arm and watched her as she tied him down. Ryja's smiling face disappeared when she moved over his thighs, and soon she had him moaning instead.

After the wonderful sex they'd shared, Amber felt less tense. She no longer worried about her standards or withholding her desire for Ryja's touch. They began time jumping again, and each day she was as excited as she'd been at Christmas when she was little.

A week passed, and Ryja had promised her a visit to the Stone Age. She was restless through breakfast, ready to go. He caught her by the waist when they left the dining room, pressing her body to his and kissing her deeply.

"I want you.” His voice was deep, filled with hunger, and thrilled through her.

He had to start this now? She would love nothing better than spending the afternoon in bed with him. But he had promised to take her into Earth's primitive past, when homosapiens were young in the evolutionary time line.

The history fanatic in her couldn't resist such an opportunity. They could make love at any time, but how often did a history teacher get to observe prehistoric time. Ryja seemed to think he knew every little nuance that turned her on.
Well, doesn't he?

His strong hands slid down, caressing her buttocks, and then he pulled her hips against him. She groaned. His erection was huge and even through their clothes the throbbing jolted her flesh. It wasn't fair.

Noticing her surrender, Ryja grabbed her hand and she followed him to the bedroom. They got a much later start on their Stone Age jump. All in all it was turning out to be another grand day.

Although it was hard to keep track of real time because they were hopping back and forth through history, Amber occasionally asked the computer for the date. She sighed. There was only a week left of her summer vacation. Back to school.

Slipping through time and watching history unfold had been the biggest adventure of her life. Then, her sizzling relationship with Ryja tied with her adventures for best time. How could she go back to her mundane existence?