Chapter 23 Dom #3
‘I’ll fail, and you’ll be hurt. I can’t.’
‘You can.’ Her eyes slide half closed as she wraps her tongue around the shaft of my cock. She’s fearless, completely sure I will not harm her. Gold tendrils quest from her aura, touching my crinis, which flickers wildly. ‘Come for me, Dom.’
An order? No. An entreaty. Encouragement. With that as my strength, I let myself go, spurting into the CNULG with a grunt, then thumping back down and spasming with every pump of my cock. If I could see my own aura, it would all be emptied into the CNULG.
Law-rah stands up with a triumphant smile, stroking back the sweaty tendrils of my hair from my forehead. “Well done.”
Tears press behind my eyes. Slowly, I let go of the table legs and sit up, my core and cock aching from the release of pleasure. “Law-rah. I want to do more.”
Her eyebrow raises. “Oh?”
“I want to bring you to completion.” I want it more than anything.
Sharp nails scrape my scalp, awakening all my nerves as she seizes a handful of my hair. “Show me.” ‘Take what you want.’
Her whispered mental invitation comes alongside a shower of images of me grabbing her hips and ripping the clothes from her body, shoving my face into her sex. She wants me to take her, claim her, make her come.
Grabbing her waist, I lift her and take her to the couch, laying her on fabric as soft as Juvilum moss.
She lifts her arms and lays them above her head, watching my every move with her tongue resting on her luscious bottom lip.
The rough skin of my hands catches on the smooth silk of her shirt.
With a quick tug I pull it open, tiny fastenings pinging into remote corners of the galley.
One raps against the plascrete window, giving me an idea.
As soon as I think of it, her eyes widen. “Fuck yeah.”
If I hadn’t known before, now I’m sure. She’s deep in the mind sync, sharing easily across the connection between us, the ebb and flow of our thoughts becoming one.
Auras flicker in the corner of my eyes. I let go of my caution and suddenly they flare brightly in my vision, gray for the table, electric blues for the machines, and Law-rah’s silky gold shimmering over her skin. It glows like hidden treasure underneath her ripped shirt.
I nose it open further, finding her breasts contained in molded fabric. A quick snap of my fangs and they’re finally freed, and I can feast on them at last. Each achingly beautiful curve is crowned with a stubby nipple with two golden beads either side of it.
“My piercings.” She arches her back. “Lick them.”
“I will.” Sliding my arms underneath her shoulders and knees, I lift her to my chest. “In a moment.”
She clings on to me as I walk her to the window. Space slides by, suns of other galaxies hardly moving as we streak toward the Olorian solar system. There’s no one for lightyears, and yet the idea taking hold of me is compelling.
I set her on her feet. Her pants are in my way, and I roll them down with sharp tugs to leave her in a thin garment she calls a thong.
Law-rah leans back against the window to brace herself, fearless. Even a seasoned space farer like me dislikes confronting the utter darkness outside the ship.
But the emptiness serves me now. There’s no risk of anyone seeing my human mistress, but the idea of forcing her to face outward as I bring her to completion, making her put on a show, wraps around my cock, urging it hard again.
She’d be put on display, and I’d make her shatter her boundaries and unravel before an audience.
I slide an image of her with legs spread wide either side of me in the center with my back to the window.
“Fuck. Yes.” She’s panting as my idea takes hold of her, turning to face the window and slapping her hands against it. Her eyes shoot me a challenge as she watches me over her shoulder, shirt flapping open.
But first, I want to take my time. Anticipation heightens Law-rah’s pleasure.
I gently peel back her shirt, pulling her ruined breast-straps free and tossing them to one side. I kiss down her arm to her hand, taking it from the cold window to get her shirt sleeve free before replacing it back on the plasglass. Then I move to the other side, slowly repeating the action.
“Dom.” Her legs shake, her aura building. Swirls of gold surround me. Here, where she’s stripped back to pure pleasure, is where her aura really shines.
Her skin tastes of salt as I drag my lips down to her knuckles, my cock throbbing with every one of her helpless gasps. I ease her shirt off her arm, and finally she’s naked apart from her red thong and the shiny orbs either side of her nipples.
Stepping behind her, I press my chest to her sweaty back, hands roving to her naked breasts. My fingers tap the metal, and she gasps. They’re connected inside her skin.
“What are these?” I ask.
“Nipple piercing.” She tips her head back against my shoulder. “Makes my nipples super sensitive.”
Curious, I pinch the tip of the stubby flesh of her nipple. She swallows another gasp, and I can’t help myself. I curl around her and claim her lips with my own, kissing her deeply and twisting her nipples gently in my fingers as I do so.
She moans in my mouth, sparks shooting from her mind to mine, gold shimmering over my fingers. My human mistress is deep in her head but she’s open at the same time. I taste every inch of her mouth with my tongue, feeling everything with her, every ebb and flow of pleasure.
I slide my lips down her back to the base of her spine and, with a quick snap, her thong is out of my way. I tug it out of the valley between her rounded cheeks and press the strip that rested on her sex to my face.
“Fuck you’re so filthy,” Law-rah says.
“And you taste amazing.” I lap at the wet patch on the thong. While it’s a shadow of Law-rah’s salt, seeing her chest flush is worth delaying the pleasure of seeing her come undone. I can’t wait for the full taste.
I maneuver between her and the window and get to my knees. While I know there’s no chance of anyone seeing her, I’m still fighting my instincts to protect her, shield her from view.
I pull her hips close to my face, sitting back on my heels to lower myself to the correct level. This is my perfect position, on my knees, about to serve her.
Her hands press flat to the window, her golden hair a waterfall around her head above me.
“Can you see your reflection?” I ask.
Her gaze flicks up and back. “Yes.”
“I want you to watch yourself come undone.” Finally, I nose close to her pussy, lips stroking hers.
The curls of her hair are damp, each drenched with her arousal.
My tongue samples them before delving into her pussy, and I lap at her folds with greedy grunts.
The silky smooth walls of her entrance shudder as my tongue enters them.
She bucks into my face and I let her. Quickly I find her secret bud, pointing my tongue so with each of her movements she strokes herself on me, pushing herself to higher heights.
I can see her through her own eyes. She's not broadcasting but gently pressing the image against me, tantalizing me with it. She's beautiful, luscious, the golden aura filling her skin. It spills around us in a sun as she tries to keep it contained.
But I want her to be free.
‘Let go. I’ll catch you.’ I push the thought down the connection we share before I can stop it.
‘Yes,’ she whispers back. Gold suffuses the air in a mist, her aura wrapping around me along with her fingers locking my head to her pussy. I’m all too eager to comply, suckling to bring her to her peak.
She shatters into an orgasm, gold shooting out in every direction. I help her navigate through it, holding her together, watching her through her own eyes.
Law-rah is beautiful like this, lax and loose with satisfaction, her mental walls lowered. The honor of being the one she can be herself with warms my chest like her orgasm, my sight blurring with grateful tears.
Her hands stroke my hair and shoulders. “Very, very good. Thank you, Dom.”
I press my head to her stomach, wishing I could somehow imprint this memory. “Thank you, Law-rah. For everything.”
She sighs, the sound rich with longing. Gold weaves around us, getting fainter, glittering in the corner of my eyes. Should I mention how skilled her mental voice was during this scene? I hesitate, torn between bringing it to her attention and bringing up her weak point.
“Uh…” Law-rah points over my shoulder at the table.
Shade shivers on the table, fronds flickering in the air as it feeds from the storm of feeling in the room. It lurches from side to side as it crawls across the top.
“Ah. Nevare mentioned that Shade was with us.”
“Did it sneak onboard?”
I frown. Nevare didn’t mention whether he had brought Shade on board on purpose, or whether he had given them to Law-rah.
Law-rah smiles. “Is it drunk?”
“Perhaps they’re intoxicated, yes.” I've never seen the plant do this.
“There must be a lot of heavy feelings around here.” Law-rah disentangles from me, stands and gathers her clothing. Shade continues to feast, tendrils reaching out, one for Law-rah, the other for me.
Yes. Lots of heavy feelings. “Law-rah, just then, your mind was—”
“Let’s get some food.” Law-rah turns her back on me, cupping Shade in her hands.
Dutifully, I nod. “Sit, and I will serve you.”
Because serving her is quickly becoming the sole purpose of my life.
What remains of it.