Part 22 (1/2)

Until Kinley.

He craved for her to be penetrated by a machine such as the ones he had heard were in the female prisons. The type of machines that impregnated the female convicts. This one, though, would not impregnate. This one would cause her exquisite pleasure.

”I cannot hold myself back any longer,” he said as he pulled her to his chest. He hoped she understood.

”This is your darkest fantasy?” she whispered as she gazed at the big machine, wide eyes full of curiosity.

”You sound surprised.”

”I thought...well...something more dramatic. Maybe along the lines of a whipping or a.s.s paddling. But this...this is very nice.”

More dramatic? Very nice? Blackie inhaled as she moved out of his embrace and walked toward the machine. His gaze zeroed in on the curvy cheeks of her a.s.s and the crack. His c.o.c.k throbbed as he envisioned what would soon come for her.

”This is where I sit?” she asked as she straddled the plush seat and grinned playfully up at him. The shreds of her dress dangled provocatively off her body and the erotic sight powered more heat through his already overexcited system.

He nodded. Did she even realize how s.e.xy she looked or how intensely he wanted her? From the way her pretty eyes glittered with excitement as she surveyed the metal structure, she might be in for a surprise where this machine was concerned.

His insides were bursting as he held back the l.u.s.t running through his veins, as if he were standing on a dam that was ready to explode. He would fall into the furious rapids, unable to control himself as he was swept away in the wild torrents of s.e.xual need. This fear of losing self-control frightened him, yet it also exhilarated him. It was the Pa.s.sion Poison raging through him. He should warn her she may be in trouble. But if he did, she would run. And he needed her like crazy. Needed to drown himself in the pleasure of her body. Of her.

She gazed with wonder at the poles that extended from the base of the machine. All of them had areas that would bend in order for him to move them into the required positions. There was a headrest, arm rests and foot rests, all with restraints. There were also several other poles that had vacuum suctions, probes and d.i.l.d.os.

He was surprised she wasn't frightened. He had thought she would be afraid of the monstrous machine and its various metal rods and erotic attachments, but she seemed eager to experience what he wanted to do to her.

A growl tore out of him as she squirmed on the seat. She was an exquisitely sensual creature. Adventurous in the ways of s.e.x. He liked that about her. Liked it a lot.

”Well, we may as well begin, Blackie,” she whispered. The eroticism in her voice urged him to move. In moments he would have her totally at his mercy.

He could hardly wait.

Kinley couldn't stop trembling as Blackie crouched in front of her legs and the s.e.x machine he'd fas.h.i.+oned. She'd tried really hard not to be overly frightened of this huge contraption the moment she'd seen it. The metal arms had intimidated her, but when she'd seen those succulent-looking attachments a naughty fire flared inside her.

Truth was she was a bit frightened and, crazily enough, she was eager too. She'd never seen anything like this before or if she had, well, she sure couldn't recall.

He certainly did have one heck of a fantasy if this machine was any indication. Who knew something like this would turn him on? Or her, for that matter? But he was very turned-on.

The l.u.s.ty way he gazed at her when he'd ripped her dress right down the middle. What a barbarian! His aggressiveness had turned her on even more yet angered her at the same time. She'd carefully chosen that dress after sifting through the replicator menu for a long time. She thought he might like to slowly peel it off her body and be surprised and aroused as her chains were revealed beneath. But no, he'd gotten straight to the point.

Now he was getting straight to it with this naughty machine of his. She couldn't help but moan softly as his hot fingers wrapped around her right ankle. He lifted her bare foot off the plush rug and placed it into a foot stirrup. She creamed when he fastened her ankle in place with a restraint. He did the same to her other foot, securing it.

To her surprise, he leaned forward, his hot breath caressing the sole of her left foot. The touch of his stubbly cheek tickled her flesh in an erotic way. She caught her breath at the unexpected sultry tingles that s.h.i.+mmered through her as he opened his mouth and sucked her big toe between his warm, moist lips. His lips tightened and she inhaled sharply as he lashed the bottom of her toe with his bristly tongue. She panted at the sweet touches as he leisurely sucked, slowly bobbing his head, the same way she would if she were taking his c.o.c.k into her mouth.

Toe fetish?

She grinned and lay against the back and headrests, quickly getting comfortable as he continue sucking. One by one, his warm, firm lips made love to each of her other toes. The firm pressure of his sweet lips and gentle laps of his tongue as it wrapped around and between had her gasping in no time flat. By the time he'd finished with her second foot, excitement snapped through her like live wires and each of her toes tingled with exquisite tension.

Who knew that having her toes sucked so intimately could get her so aroused? Or him, for that matter? For he was quite excited. He lifted his head and stared at her with heavy-lidded eyes. His lips were slightly parted and he was panting hard. He seemed to be in a sensual daze and, as he stood, his taut muscles flexed in his shoulders and chest and the bandages on his wound shone a brilliant white in the soft glow of the candles flickering on the walls.

She had to admit, the man did have taste in decor. It was cozy in here with all these candles. It made her forget about the storm las.h.i.+ng the s.h.i.+p.

She fixated on his erection and her breath hitched in appreciation at the immense size pressing provocatively against his breechclout. She wanted to reach out and take it off him, but he was too far away and obviously had other ideas. He grabbed the metal poles where her legs and feet were attached and moved them outward, spreading her legs oh so wide.

Oh my! She hadn't realized her legs could widen so much and it didn't even hurt.

”Females have dominated me most of my life,” he said, his eyes flaring with heat. His scarred chest expanded with obvious pride and his voice became guttural, primal. ”And for much of that time, I have wanted to take a female in the ways I wished to take her, not in the ways she wished me to take her. But it was against their rules. Even when I was with the Death Valley Boys, I could forcefully seduce females, but I wished a willing slave. Now I have my darkest fantasy. You, my submissive, are my willing slave. You and this machine are my fantasy.”

Submissive.

He certainly had that right. Despite being afraid of him at the beginning, her insides had melted into some semblance of surrender when he'd placed the collar and chains on her. Yeah sure, the Yellow Hairs had freed her, but she hadn't hesitated in having herself collared again inside that teepee. And he certainly was masterful in the way he treated her. In taking care of her, feeding her, f.u.c.king her.

Just as she hoped he would f.u.c.k her now. That he would move between her spread thighs and start f.u.c.king her. But disappointment rocked her as he stalked around her. First to her side and then behind her. She held her breath as a band draped over her forehead. He tightened it slightly so she couldn't move her head. Then he tilted her entire upper half until she sat at a forty-five-degree angle.

Reflected in the mirrored ceiling was the head restraint he'd placed over her forehead. A band that would keep her well in place. Her heart pounded as he moved to her right side. He grabbed her wrist, his scorching fingers like a handcuff, and guided her arm onto another metal extension. Placing her wrist into a rest, he secured it with binding. He moved the extension, bringing her arm out to her side, then strolled to her other side and did the same to her other arm.

She lay trapped, her arms and legs spread-eagle. She was totally at his mercy. She should be frightened, shouldn't she? He was, after all, in the throes of Pa.s.sion Poison. He stalked back to the foot of the machine and moved between her spread legs. He smiled dangerously and Kinley swallowed as a sudden bout of nervousness s.h.i.+fted through her.

”Another fantasy of mine is to hear a female beg me to f.u.c.k her. I haven't heard you beg, warrior woman.”

Oh no.

The son of a b.i.t.c.h. He hadn't used that nickname since he'd captured her. He'd suggested she beg him shortly after he'd caught her. She'd sworn to herself she would never beg him for s.e.x. Back then she had been serious. Now that she'd experienced his s.e.xual skills, she wasn't sure how long she would be able to hold out against him. She wanted to cry out for him to let her go. She wasn't sure she wanted this. He could keep her like this forever, teasing her and driving her mad with need for wanting him.

A sudden bout of rebelliousness snapped through her. ”Give it your best shot,” she whispered.

In the erotic way his eyes flared with l.u.s.t and excitement, she immediately regretted giving him the challenge. Perhaps her big mouth had just gotten her into a heap of sensual trouble.

”Your voice is drenched with defiance. I will f.u.c.k that defiance out of you. Wait and see.”

Her breath caught at his words. Oh great. Was she absolutely nuts playing around with a guy who was drugged? Yep, she certainly did have some sort of s.e.xual death wish because that's exactly what she was doing.

”No ball gag for you this time. This time I want to hear you scream.”

”Make me scream, Blackie,” she taunted. Perhaps he wouldn't be able to hold out long against the Pa.s.sion Poison raging through his system. And all his boasting was just talk. But what if it wasn't talk?

His hands moved to the strings on each of side of his breechclout. She followed his movements and her excitement pushed away all the fear. He wouldn't hurt her. He couldn't. It wasn't in him. The poison was merely making him act out his darkest fantasies and she would be able to handle them.

Or at least she hoped she would.

She licked her dry lips as he untied the cloth that hid his bold erection. She gasped, her senses snapping to attention, her p.u.s.s.y creaming and clenching as his shaft was revealed.

Oh my!

He was huge! And so long. Thick. She couldn't remember his c.o.c.k so swollen before either. And such an intricate weave of blue, pulsing veins that laced his purple-flushed shaft.

”I can see the way your eyes widen. You appreciate a well-hung male.”

”I do,” she whispered. Oh I do. I do. I do.

d.a.m.ned if she wasn't ready to start begging already just by looking at him.