Dream Of Me II
She attempted to draw his question from the banks of her memory. The lines of their bodies molded together, each curve and line perfectly matched as if they were made to fit together. The feel of him clasped against her overwhelmed her senses and robbed her of coherent thought.
Complication must have shown on her face because he laughed again then bent his head so his lips nuzzled against her ear.
“Describe the rest of your dream for me, Leda” He requested.
She didn’t want to confess her fantasy to him, embarrassment enough to temper her haze. But what choice did she have? What choice did she really have in any of this?
“I was blindfolded, sir.”
“Really?” He said as his free hand brushed down the side of her body, stopping at her bare hip.
“Did you like it?” He asked.
She gasped as roaming fingers glided over the hot skin of her inner thigh.
“Y-yes, sir.”
“And when you woke from your dream, soaking wet and unsatisfied, is that when you touched yourself?” He asked again.
“Yes.” She answered as voice choked on another sob.
“Y-yes, sir.”
His hand rose to draw a teasing circle around a peaked nipple, tracking the line where the dark pink of her areola met lighter skin.
“Who else have you allowed to touch you?” He asked curiously.
Why was he so focused on who she may have been with before, surely it could not be jealousy that deepened his scowl? The more he spoke to her, the more confused she became. It was not a comfortable sensation.
“I already told you,” she snapped. “Nobody but me.”
He pinched the hardened peak hard between his fingers, twisting hard.
“Mind your voice, little Beta.”
She gasped an apology, but he held for a beat longer, making it clear that insolence would be answered with penalty.
“I am not sure that I believe you, little slut that you are.”
A nail scraped the already abused flesh of her nipple and stars exploded across her vision. His hand strode down her body, fingers scratching at her skin before slipping easily between the slick folds at her center.
“No one else has tasted this wet little cunt?” He asked once more.
“No!” She Answered immediately.
There had been opportunity and sometimes even a small amount of interest, but Leda had little time for the Beta males in her sector. The alterants had the side effect of greatly lessening her desire for mating.
At least they had had until she met him. His hand pushed back up and traced the line of her lower lip with fingers damp with her slick.
“Arch your back,” he commanded.
Her body bowed as she kowtowed with little hesitation. His arm slipped under her back, raising her chest higher until her breasts were introduced to him like some sort of offering.
She stared down the line of her own body and met eyes that had turned the dark copper of late-day sunlight through the poisoned atmosphere in the lower sector. Her wrists pressed hard against the end of the sofa as she willed her arms to stop shivering. If her obedience pleased him, there was nothing in the fathomless eye to indicate it.
“There is nothing more erotic than when a woman offers her breasts.” He had said .
He blew gently over the sensitive skin. Somehow, her nipples hardened even more in reaction.
“Beg me to do what I want to them.” He asked .
Leda did not beg. It was beneath her and against everything that she lived for. And yet the words still spilled from her lips.
“Please, do what you want with my breasts. Please, sir.”
He clearly required no further inducement. His mouth descended just before she felt the wide, raspy surface of his tongue flattened against her breast. His head moved from side to side, laving each nipple in turn with wicked strokes of his tongue. The hand holding her wrists hugged down hard, grinding the delicate bones together until she made a small sound of pain.
The sound appeared to excite him even more and his teeth closed over one hardened peak. The slight pain made her buck against the iron grip, even as she knew that her efforts would be to no avail. His grip tightened further, her efforts were like the wind trying to move a mountain.
His lips bared in a snarl where they still pressed against the dark flesh of her areola. He would not, came the desperate thought, and she felt a flash of fear as his teeth closed again over the sensitive Then he bit down hard, teeth digging sharply into her skin.
The jolt of pain ran like a live-wire from her aching nipple straight to her molten core. His head shifted to the other side, repeating the attention on the opposite breast until she wriggled underneath him. She looked down her body, expecting to see the flesh ravaged, but there was only the small indent of his teeth. He had not even broken the skin.
Both his hands pushed to her chest, fondling her breasts and pressing them hard together so his mouth could lavish attention on them both at the same time. Now released, her own hands fell to his head of their own volition as her fingers tangled in his dark hair, thicker and silkier than it looked. Her hands pulled at the strands as the frenetic movements were the only way she knew to ask for what could not be put into words.
She bucked against him, his erection hard against her thigh. The squirming contact was not enough, and she desperately desired that no clothing stood between them so she could feel his bare skin on hers.
His hips fitted the rhythm of hers as they rocked against each other with a frantic tempo, even as he never ceased the unforgiving attention on her breasts. She did not care that the wool of his pants was rough and scratched against the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. He moved his leg so that there was direct friction against the aching bead of her clitoris.
Hands still squeezing and kneading at her breasts, his mouth moved up her chest in trailing nips of his teeth until he reached her ear.
“Cum for me, Leda. Cum now.”
His hips thrust faster against her, abrading the already sensitized flesh and it was more than she could take.
She cummed with a screaming cry that pierced the air, sound echoing off the walls and still audible even after she slumped back against the sofa. But it wasn’t enough. The earth-shattering orgasm had only been enough to stir her appetite. She wanted more from him. She wanted everything from him.
Her arms came up of their volition to wrap around his neck, pulling him as close as he would allow. And at last, he had driven her to begging.
“Please fuck me.” She Requested desperately.
“I do not mate Betas, desperate little darling.” He smiled against the fragile skin of her neck before biting her gently with his teeth.
“I’m afraid you've had all that you’re going to get.” He replied her.
She moved wantonly against him, her mind no longer fully in control of her body. The evidence of his continued arousal clasped hard against her thigh.
He had not cum yet, what was he waiting for? “But what about you…”
He was quick to chide her. “I am not your concern.”
Leda felt a keen sense of loss as he pulled away and rose to his feet. Fearful she had upset him, she scrambled up as well.
“I’m sorry…” She appealed.
“I’m quite pleased with you.” He heeded her for a long moment and then his eyes tracked down her naked form, making her quiver.
“You’ve exceeded every expectation that I could have of a Beta.”
She knew making him happy should be the furthest thing from her mind but she couldn’t stop the little frisson of enjoyment at his words.
“Thank you, sir.”
“Your breasts will be sore for several days. You won’t be able to touch them without thinking of me.” He also added.
The back of his hand brushed the faint indent of his teeth on her breast. Her body responded with a shock of pain and an answering twinge of desire.
“Oh.”
A smug smiled tugged at the corner of his lips.
“Dream of me.”