She convulsed for a long while, the spasms fed and twice renewed by Tukui’s constant sucking and tonguing, by his fingers rubbing that interior hotspot that felt as incredible as his attention to her clit. Grief was far off for a precious minute or two.
She climaxed until her stomach ached from clenching. When she settled, Tukui asked, “What else do you like? You’ve been alone with Yorso and Osopa. Did they teach you anything exciting?”
As sated as she was, Tina remained desperate to keep gloom at bay. “I sucked Yorso’s cocks.”
“You enjoyed it?”
“Especially when he took control. He fucked my mouth as if it was my pussy.” She was weak from the extended orgasm, but the memory brought a tingle to her sex. Especially when Tukui was so erect. “Will you do that too?”
“I’d be having all the fun.”
“It excites me. Don’t you want to? You let me come, but you didn’t. Look, your cocks are jerking. I want to taste them.”
He growled a few words in Kalquorian. The next instant, he was untying her wrists and ankles. Tina was afraid she’d offended him, that he was releasing her. Instead, Tukui tied her wrists behind her and her ankles together. He set her on the floor, insisting she kneel before him.
“Open,” he ordered, fisting her hair to hold her head in place.
Tina’s sex spasmed at the command. She obeyed. Holding his larger shaft up against his abdomen, Tukui slid the smaller into her mouth.
She closed her eyes to taste him better as the hot length slipped over her tongue. Tukui’s flavor was similar to Yorso’s, slightly saltier and less spicy. Still delicious.
Tukui’s breath caught. “My beautiful Matara. I love seeing you this way.”
She loved it too. Gratitude filled her. He didn’t find her desires odd or off-putting. While submission to one’s husband on Earth was encouraged, she doubted her enjoyment of what she did with her clan would have found approval. More likely, it would have gotten her in trouble.
Remembering Earth reminded her of its present condition. She shoved that painful vision aside and concentrated on the pleasures of Tukui’s cock gliding back and forth, using her mouth for decadent pleasure.
This is supposed to be profane. Dirty. Indulging in the forbidden enhanced her delight in the act. Wetness ran down her inner thighs as her master’s hips leisurely rocked. He watched himself disappear between her lips, his gaze dark with hunger.
His. I’ll give him whatever he asks for. I’d be glad if he forgot ask and just took what he wanted from me. The thought sent heat rocketing down her spine.
As if she’d spoken her fantasy, Tukui warned, “Deeply now.” Then he slid in fully, his cock reaching into her throat.
Tina choked on the length, but she didn’t fight it. He groaned and withdrew before resuming shallower strokes. His shaft jerked against her tongue.
That excited him.
He breathed heavily for a few seconds, then said, “Again.”
Her pussy rippled as his groin met her lips, his cock buried deep. Tina’s throat instinctively fought against the invader, contracting in the effort to expel him, offering desperate sounds.
“Good girl,” Tukui moaned. “Now for my larger cock.”
Tina shivered with anticipation. As her master began thrusting, the rear shaft rubbing beneath her chin, she eagerly awaited when he’d force her to swallow the longer, thicker girth.
She couldn’t help but struggle to escape when he did, choking harder than before. She was aware of him watching her closely. He held her in place for no more than a second before reversing. Hot fluid spurted on her tongue.
“You’re perfect,” he sighed, rutting faster than before. When he pressed all the way in again, he did so without warning.
He enjoyed her in that manner for a time, slowly fucking for a few strokes, then making her take all of him. Her pussy clenched in rhythm with his thrusts, seized when he made her consume his entirety. If he’d told her to come as he choked her, she would have.
I’d have made a fantastic sex slave. She’d have laughed if she weren’t intent on the passion that filled her.
Tukui stepped back, freeing himself of her eager mouth. “Tell me something you want to try. Something you haven’t done yet.”
With no experience beyond what she’d had with her clan, Tina couldn’t imagine what else they might do. Then a memory rose of Osopa and Yorso wrestling on the floor, ending with the Nobek overpowering the other man.
His hand, rising and falling over Yorso’s ass…
“A spanking?”
Tukui blinked, then a slow grin crawled over his face. Her fear he’d think she was insane for being curious about such a thing faded at his obvious approval. “Do you think you’d like that?”
“I don’t know. Not if it’s too hard, but maybe a little spanking? I enjoy being under your control, so—”
“I have an idea.”
He went to the bureau and rummaged in its top drawer. Tina licked her lips when she saw him pull on the vibrating glove.
He noticed. “Mixing arousal with hurt can be exciting. Nobeks are partial to such play, though Yorso and I enjoy it too. If this is the sensual activity you prefer, you’re in good company.”
He picked her up and sat on the edge of the bed, draping her over his thighs. “Shall we pretend you’ve been naughty and I’m punishing you? Maybe I caught you in a lie, my bad girl.”
“And now my Dramok has to remind me of the consequences when I misbehave.” She trembled with excitement as he massaged her butt. His hand was warm. And strong. She squeezed her thighs together.
“You can count on me for that, my disobedient Matara. Stay put on my lap while I discipline you.”
“Yes sir.”
A low hum announced the glove had been activated an instant before he rubbed her clit. The jolt of pure ecstasy nearly made her fall off his legs. He chuckled and helped her steady, taking the thrumming finger pads away.
“What did I tell you, naughty Tina? Don’t move. That’ll earn you a longer spanking.”
“Sorry, my Dramok,” she whimpered. Staying still was difficult because of the pleasure. How much harder would it be when pain was involved?
He seized her eager nub again. She jerked, but not as violently as before.
The first smack landed with a loud crack. Tina yelped with more surprise than pain, which didn’t register for a split second. Then came a flare of stinging, a wash of heat that joined with the burning need of her sex. She moaned as it sank into her buttock.
Another slap, landing on the opposite cheek. More sizzle, another flash of flame. Meanwhile, Tukui’s gloved fingers played with her clit, sending vibrations deep to confuse her senses.
The next strike brought real pain, and Tina kicked in reaction. It was then she was reminded her ankles and wrists were tied. Excitement washed over her.
Tukui popped her ass again before asking, “How are you, my Matara?”
Her rear throbbed just a bit, less than her pussy. She wasn’t sure how she felt about the jabs of bright pain that came with each strike. The sensations were too jumbled. The vibrations to her clit overrode most of the rest. Beneath that was the exhilaration of being bound, of draping over her master’s legs for discipline. She wished there was a mirror that showed how she looked in that position, but imagining it was thrilling. Arousal grew stronger.