Her pussy clenched. Yorso’s bliss transferred straight to her sex, though she didn’t climax. She ached to, but the moment was all about his gratification. She reveled in his release, that she was the reason for it.
He stood over her, shuddering as she sucked hard, drawing out the last pulses. When it was over, she licked him slowly, adoringly. She couldn’t wait to do the same to Tukui and Osopa, to discover if they tasted different. And she wanted all three fucking her at once. Her cunt flexed with demand at the fantasy.
Yorso took a minute to collect himself. Once his breathing slowed and coherence returned to his gaze, he switched off the shower, stooped, and picked her up.
Both were dripping, but he tossed her onto the bed with no regard for wet covers or pillows. He was on her in an instant, feasting on her pussy, his arms locked around her spread thighs to keep her in place for his attentions.
Aroused from what they’d done in the shower, Tina thrashed and kicked as voluptuous rapture infused her. Yorso’s tongue stabbed into her, the coarse surface of it applying mind-stealing friction. Then he sucked her clit, and her world ignited. She shot right to the brink of orgasm.
She didn’t go over. Once again, she balanced on the razor’s edge, ready to tip into ecstasy but unable to do so. She grabbed Yorso’s shaggy black hair and tugged.
“Tell me I can come!”
He released her with a quizzical smile. “Do you need permission?”
“Yes! I can’t do it until you tell me to.”
His brows rose. “Are you sure?”
“Yes. Please.” She groaned. With his mouth off her, the brutal ache easing enough that she stopped feeling as if she’d explode without release. She gasped in desperation. “Even the first night, in my cell. You or the others said ‘come’ when you wanted me to, and I did.”
Yorso gazed at her in surprise. “Huh. I wonder if we accidentally trained you to do that. With your insistence on serving us because you were afraid we’d get rid of you, it’s possible.”
“Is that a bad thing?” Concern eased the agony a notch.
He considered for a moment before a devilish grin lit his features. “For you, perhaps. For me—well, there’s the delightful potential for erotic torture.”
“What do you—” she was cut off when he attacked her clit again.
He latched on hard, mercilessly sucking and licking the nerve-filled nub. Tina’s kicks renewed, but he held her pelvis motionless on the mattress, allowing no opportunity for escape.
Elation mounted impossibly high. Her clit clamored under the carnal assault, and she fought to escape. She screamed, “Let me come!”
He did not. Yorso kept licking and sucking, brutalizing her. Rapture was torture, and she had no defense. No amount of hair-pulling, scratching, shoving, or any other means of combat deterred him.
Tina begged. She cursed him out, which she’d never done to anyone. She cried. She screamed. She begged again. And still he kept at her, turning desire into exquisite pain.
At last, Tina’s arms fell strengthless to the mat. Her legs twitched in the trap of Yorso’s muscled grip. She lay trembling as her pussy clamored, unable to force her tormentor to grant her absolution or fend him off. He might keep her in agony forever, and she couldn’t do a thing about it.
“You may come now.”
The pause he’d taken to talk was momentary. He licked her clit once more. That was the last thing Tina knew before lightning flashed and she was swept away.
Held off for so long, the climax hurt as much as it fulfilled. She welcomed it nonetheless, the pressure fleeing in powerful spasms. It wrecked her, and she dove eagerly into destruction.
The storm passed, leaving her heaving for air, staring at the ceiling as she came down from the intense high. Yorso drifted into view, his grin pure wickedness.
“Hello, my beauty.”
“Jerk.” Her voice was weak.
He laughed. “I think we’ve found the perfect punishment for you, should you ever do anything you shouldn’t. Denying orgasm is a potent tool to keep you from becoming a wayward young woman.”
Tina disliked the sound of that, especially now that she had far too clear an idea of how well it would work. “What transgressions would get me in trouble? Just so I know what to avoid.”
Yorso considered. “Anything foolish that could lead to you getting hurt. That’s always a big no-no for a Matara.”
“For example?”
“Such as decided to take a shuttle on a joyride. Or playing with a charged blaster.”
“I’ve never flown a shuttle or handled a weapon.”
“Then you’d doubly be in trouble if you ever decided to do so.” He smirked. “But there’s always the matter of playing with your clanmates, who might enjoy testing your limits. That was a lot of fun for me.”
She noted the claw marks she’d left on his shoulders. “Even though you’re bleeding for it?”
“Especially because I’m bleeding. Osopa and Tukui will be crazy with jealousy when they see what you did to me.”
Tina shook her head, unable to fathom what he considered enjoyable. But then she had a fetish for being restrained. Maybe a few scratches weren’t bizarre after all.
It wasn’t worth worrying over. Yorso was happy and satisfied. She was too. Tina saw no sense in questioning what worked for them both.
“I’m useless for the rest of the day,” she sighed. “I may not move for a year.”
Yorso left the bed to open a drawer set in the wall. “I bet I could make you move again.”
The suggestiveness in his tone made her pussy spasm. That seemed to be the limit of her ability to stir. “Nope. Tragooms could charge in, and I wouldn’t be able to budge.”
“Sounds like a challenge.”
“Just the truth.” It was wonderful to be so sated. Tina closed her eyes and basked in her fulfillment.
An instant later, she was flipped onto her stomach. Sitting next to her, Yorso circled her waist with his arm, holding her prisoner against his side.
“What are you doing?” she asked, wriggling with alarmed confusion.
“Seeing if I can make you dance. You’re doing it already. Maybe you have energy reserves you weren’t aware of?”
A low, familiar hum followed his statement. Tina cried out as Yorso shoved two fingers in her sex. He wore Osopa’s vibrating glove. A wave of excitement chased through her.
“You’re moving pretty well for someone who said she couldn’t budge. Look at that ass wiggle!”
Tina squalled, her face buried in the covers. His thumb, quivering with the glove’s power, settled on her clit. She beat the bed with her fists as her flesh went raw with sensation.
His fingers stroked in and out, pressing particularly hard against an inner portion that felt almost as tender as her bud. Heat broke out over her, a wave that radiated from her core.
“Come.”
There was a pause, as if her entire body had frozen, prey hearing the hunter a second before reflexes took over. Then rapture seized her in its jaws, and she was shaken from top to toe in its grip.
Surges continued as Yorso released her, turned her over, and covered her with his body. He thrust deep within, and orgasm mauled her afresh. She clung to him for dear life as he rutted, taking her with fierce demand. Spasms cascaded through her, exhilaration pulsing through her senses.