Jenna McCormick - Born

How I want to believe. Cormack felt a tearing, as though his heart burst from his chest to go to her.

Panicking, he said the first thing that came to mind.

“So are you going to fuck me or not?"

He’d hope his crassness would shock her, but his task mistress was not so easily cowed. “Is that what you want, for me to fuck you?” Reaching around behind her back she made contact with his blanket covered cock, gripping him so hard he shouted out loud.

Her eyes glowed, studying his face for his reaction as her fingers slowly stroked over the length of him.

“Do you know what I think? I think you like to push me, provoke me until I’m rough with you. Is that what you want, to be gentle with me while I dominate you?”

At her words, his balls drew up tight and he fought his release even as the seed climbed his shaft.

The vivid memory of a whip across his back, helped cool his ardor to manageable levels and he gasped.

“No pain.”

“No pain,” she confirmed. Throwing off the blanket she looked over her shoulder at his throbbing erection. Gripping him directly, skin to skin she ordered, “You will not come until I tell you to come.”

His entire body shook with the need for release but he gave a jerky nod. “Yes.”

Thumbing the slit on the head of his cock she asked “Yes, who?”

“Yes, Task Mistress.”

She nodded crisply and let him go. Fisting the fabric of her shift, she hauled it up over her head and tossed it on the floor. Seeing her astride him naked and totally in control, he let his heart go.

Truthfully, he’d never had a choice in the matter.

Though Allora had strode through the Bred barracks on a daily basis, whip coiled on her belt, gauntlets ready to take out an unruly foe, never had she felt more powerful than perched naked atop Cormack. The tendons in his arms and neck stood out in sharp relief, as though he struggled against the shackles. With her weight pinning him to the floor, he wasn’t going anywhere, until she decided to let him up. He has to earn that privilege. She thought wickedly. Since his cock looked ready to expel its seed, she decided to ignore it and indulge herself instead.

Sliding her hands first up over her thighs, then across her belly to cup her breasts. He licked his lips as she rolled her hard nipples—eyes fixated on her every movement.

“Tell me what you are thinking.” The commanding tone came so naturally to her and his body tensed as though on the verge of orgasm.

Gaze sliding from her breasts to her face he rasped, “I want to taste you there.”

Could she trust him not to hurt her? He’d been livid only moments before and perhaps tormenting Cormack sexually had not been the best plan. She stared into his eyes, searching his soul for the gentle lover that had brought her more pleasure than she had ever known.

“No pain.” She reiterated his earlier words.

Bright blue eyes concurred with his vow. “Only pleasure between us.”

Bracing her hands on either side of his head, she leaned forward until her right breast aligned with his mouth. Heaving a shaky breath she hoped she made the right decision.

His tongue darted out, swirling over the taut bud again and again. Moaning his name she leaned down, urging him to take her breast between his lips. He did so, sucking greedily. His teeth scraped gently over the pebbled nipple and her need increased. How she wanted to free his hands so he could stroke between her legs the way he had done before.

He released her with a wet sounding pop, only to turn his head and latch on to the other breast. Allora threw her head back, grinding her aching sex against his firm stomach muscles.

With a final lick he shuddered beneath her. “Move up, so I can taste you between your legs again.”

Ignoring that he had given her the command, she did as he asked and slid upward until her knees had been planted on either side of his face.

Hot breath fell against her sensitive flesh. “Hold your lips open for me.”

She did, vowing this would be the last command she’d take from him.

His first caress was light, barely perceptible and yet her sex clenched, aching for his possession.

Another hard, wet stroke delivered to the sensitive nub then he dragged his tongue down to circle the opening to her body.

“More,” she begged. He pressed a little harder, following the same maddening path, not driving her hard the way she needed but teasing her, tormenting her.

Glancing down, she gasped to realize he stared up, cataloging her reactions to his every move. He drew a lazy figure eight across her folds then sucked the tip of her index finger between his lips.

Does he want me to beg? With a start Allora realized that was exactly what he wanted, her at his mercy, even though the odds had been stacked heavily in her favor. Breds didn’t get to win, weren’t allowed to keep anything they found, expected to lose any small bit of fortune that came to them.

He wanted to be mastered, but not without a fight. Running her hand through his thick, dark hair she whispered, “Please, Cormack. I need you.”

With a groan he let go of his control, thrusting his tongue deep inside her, licking madly. Orgasm exploded from within as she rode the wave of pleasure, basking in every vivid detail, the scrape of his stubble as his jaw worked furiously, the trembling in her hands as she held herself open to his onslaught.

The wet heat that invaded her, possessed her, branded her his.

All the starch went out of her spine and she rolled to one side. He followed, nuzzling against her pubic hair. “Do you yield so easily, my task mistress?”

Allora didn’t answer, still lost in sensation.

Tremors spiraled out from her core and she wondered how much more her body could take. The answer that presented itself made her clench up, on the verge of another release. All of him.

With a shaking hand, she reached up to unfasten the cuffs, typing in her code until the tumbler released. Gaze steady he watched her every move. Had her arms been bound above her head for hours, she would have required some time to allow the blood flow to return. Cormack didn’t hesitate as he pinned her hips, wedging his broad shoulders between her thighs. In a tone that mixed incredulity with sheer awe he murmured, “I will be inside you this night.”

Nodding, she reached out to stroke his face. “I ache for your possession.”

Drawing a finger down her sex, he explored what her body offered. “You’re beautiful, the way you glisten with need. Love how soft and slick you are, the way you melt against my tongue. I want to glut myself on you until you beg me to stop. Only then will I claim you.”

Though she shook from his description she hid her anticipation, even managed to raise an eyebrow in silent taunt. “Only then will I let you.”

He moved more slowly this time, delving deeper as he explored her folds with his lips and tongue. One finger slid up inside her channel, and she stiffened, anticipating the discomfort but he did not try to breach the barrier of her maidenhood, instead stroking the soft walls in an intimate massage.

Lazily, he flicked over her clit. “What have you decided, Task Mistress, will you let me live?”

“Not if you stop,” she panted.

A deep masculine chuckle rumbled from him. “A pack of Cyborgs couldn’t drag me away from you now.” His head dipped again and he sucked her sensitized bud into his mouth.

Another release shattered her, deeper, more intense than before and she bucked wildly.

“Cormack!”

He raised his head long enough to demand,

“Again, Allora, come for me again.” The sharp scrape of his teeth on her tender flesh sent her higher and distantly she was aware when he worked a second finger inside her. The stretching in her sheath added to her pleasure and she rocked her hips wildly, seeking him out.