“Call me Master.”
She shook her head, her long hair a tangle on the floor behind her. “No way. Sorry. The sex might be great, but—”
I squatted down beside her and attached the device to one nipple ring, and she glanced down, confused. “What is that?”
The second went on her opposite ring before she had finished the question. And then I gently moved her thighs apart and attached the third to her clit. Admiring my work, wishing I had true chains and adornments to drape all over her beautiful curves—and the Trion right to do so—I slid the control device onto my finger and walked to the door, stripping my pants as I went. When I reached the far side of the room, I turned and stood with my back to the only exit. She had come up onto her knees but looked down at her piercings and the small device I had attached to her clit. No doubt they felt heavy, even without me activating the devices I’d attached. Although there was nowhere for her to go on the ship. No retreat. Her only escape was the one word. Hurricane.
“Come to me, gara. Come to your master and kneel.”
She tilted her head to the side as if I had confused her. She looked so delicate and soft. So vulnerable. Naked. Mine. Not forever but for now, she was mine.
“Do I need to say the word? Because you are getting weirder and—”
I activated the control on my finger, and she cried out, dropping to her hands and knees as the devices I had placed on her erogenous zones came to life. When she lifted her head to gaze up at me with wide, aroused eyes, when it looked like she would speak, I turned up the power and watched her roll onto her side, her head thrown back, hands clasped over her breasts as she moaned with pleasure. Her hips writhed.
“Oh, God.”
I turned them off. “Not a god. A dominant Trion male and your master.”
“Holy shit.” She craned her neck to look at me, and I recognized the fire in her gaze. The defiance. “I just wanted to feel good for a few minutes. I don’t need this whole Dom-sub game you are playing.”
I activated the device. Again. And again. Never allowing her to come. Just building her higher and higher into her pleasure until I had no doubt she’d come all over my cock the instant I sank inside her. A sheen of sweat coated her skin, her body was flushed, her nipples tight. Her pussy lips, which I caught a glimpse of every time she shifted and squirmed, were dark and swollen.
“This is not a game. Your pleasure is mine. Your orgasms are mine. Your body is mine. I am your master.”
8
Zara
I was going to kill him. Or fuck him. Or lick him all over.
If I could get close enough before he sent another delicious zing through my entire body like lightning to my nipples and my clit. I was on the edge, had been for too long, since he pushed that huge cock inside me… then did nothing.
I ached. I needed to come. Not just wanted. Not turned on, fired up, whatever. My body was in full-on revolt. If I thought he would let me, I would reach downtown and take care of my orgasm myself.
Sliding my hands low to try, I wasn’t even close when he zapped me again. My eyes rolled into the back of my fucking head, and I moaned.
I could say hurricane, and it would stop. But did I want it to stop? No. Hell, no. But I wanted to come, and the only way that was going to happen was if he allowed my release.
Allowed me. How had I sunk to that?
The bliss pulsed through me, my clit so big and hard I bucked my hips up as if trying to rub it against air. How could something feel so good and so bad at the same time? What was wrong with me? My ass still stung from the spanking, and I had caught myself rubbing it against the floor to wake up the sting. I wanted more. Wanted him to spank my ass with his fingers buried in my pussy again until I came all over him, ass in the air. Screaming.
Please. Please.
He was fucking ripped, muscles and scars and power, like a god standing at the door with his toys and his eyes so hot they burned my skin every time he looked at me. His pants were gone, and his big cock jutted out. It was a reminder that I wasn’t the only one affected here. I knew no guy who pulled out and walked away once he’d gotten his dick buried deep. His hard length was a dark plum color, the head like a huge ass fire helmet. Pre-cum slipped down it, and I wanted to taste it, to flick it off.
I wanted to say it. Master. One stupid word shouldn’t be so hard to say. It was just sex. A game.
Except this was no game, and somehow, deep down, I knew that if I said the word, I’d be in deep, deep trouble.
Yet I hadn’t used my safe word. End this one way or the other. I could say it and be done. I’d win.
And then what? Would I win? It seemed the only way to have a winner was if I said the words, and he fucked me. We’d both win, both get the orgasm we both needed like air.
If the safe word came from my lips, I’d still want more, and he’d dump me on Trion. Turn me over to some other Trion male who wanted me to call him master? Or worse, I’d go home to Earth and hook
