5. Terra #3
Terra’s eyes flew open. He was giving her control. In this place where she had none, he was handing it to her. It was the most erotic thing that had ever happened to her in this damn booth.
Her hand, moving of its own volition, shot out and grabbed the pink bullet vibrator from the shelf. She didn’t look at the price. She didn’t care and she knew the big Monstrum didn’t either. He just wanted to give her pleasure.
She met his golden gaze, held it, as she hooked her thumbs into the sides of her tiny thong.
She pushed it down over her hips, letting it fall to join her top on the floor.
She was completely naked now, except for her heels.
The cool air hit her wetness, and she felt exposed, vulnerable… and utterly alive.
She didn’t pretend—she wasn’t Bunny anymore. She was Terra, and she was so turned on she was trembling though she still didn’t understand why. What was it about the big Monstrum that affected her so much?
She liked the way he was watching her with his golden eyes half-lidded.
“Use it on yourself, lovely one,” he rumbled. “Give yourself pleasure.”
Terra spread her feet wider, bracing herself.
With her other hand, she parted her pussy lips, which were slick and swollen with need.
The sight of her own pink, glistening flesh, offered openly like this, sent another wave of heat through her.
Holding his golden eyes with her own, she placed the humming head of the vibrator directly against her clit.
The effect was immediate and electric. A sharp, bright bolt of pure sensation ripped through her, making her legs buckle.
A ragged moan tore from her throat. Fuck.
She’d never used it for real in here. She’d never dared.
Mostly when a client ordered this particular toy, she just put it into her thong and pretended it was touching her and giving her pleasure.
This time there was no need to pretend.
“Oh, God!” she moaned, pulling the buzzing bullet away from her sensitive clit. God, she was getting so close here–close to coming which was something she’d never done before in the VIP lounge.
“Again,” he commanded softly, his eyes blazing as he watched her. “I love watching you make yourself feel good.”
Terra liked it too. For the first time ever, she was actually enjoying her time in the VIP lounge.
She began to move, grinding her bare, wet pussy against the massive, cloth-covered ridge of his cock once more. At the same time, she pressed the buzzing silver bullet to her over sensitized clit.
The dual stimulation was insane—the hard, unyielding pressure of him against her swollen lips and the frantic, targeted buzz against her sensitive little button was driving her crazy. She was right on the edge of a cliff, and the fall was going to be catastrophic but still she couldn’t stop.
Taurex reached out with his free hand, the one not holding the feather. He took the remote for the vibrator from the shelf and his thumb hovered over the button.
“You are so beautiful like this,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. “So wet for me. So responsive.”
Then he pressed the button.
The vibrator jumped to a higher, more intense setting. The buzz became a roar in her blood. The coil of pleasure in her belly pulled taut…tighter and tighter until…
“Oh, God… Taurex…” she sobbed, his name rising to her lips as her hips bucked erratically against him. She was mindless, a creature of pure need. The scent of him—leather and musk and male—filled her lungs, overwhelming her senses in the best way.
It was the scent of her own undoing.
With a final roll of her hips, the coil in her belly snapped and pleasure detonated through her–a white-hot supernova that wiped out every thought, every worry, every shred of her old life.
She cried out–a raw, needy sound–as her pussy clenched around nothing, gushing wetness against his trousers.
Her legs gave out entirely, and she would have collapsed if his hands hadn’t shot out—finally touching her—to grasp her hips, holding her upright against him as she rode out the violent, endless waves of her climax.
This time when his skin met hers, she didn’t get a rush of images.
But she did feel a strange connection she’d never felt with any other client.
Hell, she’d never felt it with any other person in her life period.
She suddenly felt like she knew the big Monstrum–knew him in a way she’d never known anyone else.
Which made no sense at all, but she was too shaken by her orgasm to dissect the strange sensation.
Slowly, tremulously, the world seeped back in. The red light of the booth…the distant music…the feel of his big hands, warm and solid on her bare skin. The feel of his own harsh, ragged breaths stirring her hair.
Slowly, Terra became aware she was slumped against his chest, utterly spent, naked and trembling. She had just had the most powerful, real orgasm of her life in the VIP booth of The Doll House, with a Minotaur alien as her witness and her catalyst.
And she had no idea what the hell happened next.