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Excerpt: In captivity, Kristen is contacted telepathically by Richardo. He needs to keep her awake, so his colleague can track her, but she's close to collapse, so he keeps her going the only way he can -
She'd seen him once. Ricardo was a stunningly handsome man, hard jawed, dark eyed, but with a harshness about him that attracted and repelled her at the same time. I’m going mad here, she told him.
How long have you been there?
Since they took me, I think. It’s always been cold.
They’ve kept you alone?
Always.
Silence. She thought he’d gone and she panicked. Are you still there?
Yes, tesorino mio I’m here. She could listen to that soft, deep voice all day.
Listen, we need to keep you talking, so keep your presence in my mind. Our Sorcerer is trying to track your location. Tell me what you’re doing.
I’m lonely and bored. It might not sound like much to you, but the boredom is killing me. I fight when they bring my Cephalox and make things hard for them. She stopped. He couldn’t help her with that. Time to think practically. This room is featureless, without furniture.
I know. I saw it briefly. Like a hospital room?
Without the bed. Without the sink. She stared around her. Ricardo, do you like women?
Assuredly I do.
I like men.
Amusement laced his tone. That’s good to hear. Do you have large breasts?
Shock sent her rigid. Why do you want to know?
To keep you thinking, to keep you with us. Chase says the stronger the emotion, the more likely you’ll be able to keep going at a strong enough level for him to track you. Ask me something about my body. About myself. Anything. His voice softened to a caressing tone. You have beautiful breasts.
Shock, then amusement lanced through her. Don’t you like large breasts?
Not always. I like breasts. Soft like a pillow after I’ve made love to a woman.
You always make love?
Sometimes I fuck them. Sometimes they fuck me. It depends on what we both want.
Warmth spread through her, the first touch of heat she’d felt in months. I fuck. She didn’t make love. Just took her pleasure and helped her partner take his. She never allowed her bed partners closer than that, never dared. She had too many secrets she wanted to keep.
Maybe we’ll fuck one day. Would you like that? He must know that her arousal warmed her thoughts now and softened her tissues. To her amazement, she felt moisture gather between her thighs. She thought of that sharp-boned face, those seductive eyes, and the moisture flowed.
A chuckle. I think you would. We could do that if you wanted. I’d take you back to my place or stop at yours. We’d share a bottle of wine. She hadn’t had wine for a long time. She could taste the tart fruitiness on her tongue. Was he doing that for her or were her memories enough?
But he didn’t stop. She loved this. Like phone sex, only more intimate because he could sense her responses.
She rolled to her side, as far away from the cameras as she could get and tucked her hand between her thighs. She often slept that way, so maybe the guards wouldn’t notice. Right now, she didn’t care. They’d gotten off on her naked body before, jerked their cocks above her and daubed her with their cum. She’d love to see that look in their eyes just before she killed them.
Hey. Just think about me and our date. It’ll happen. We’ll go somewhere intimate for dinner, to the kind of place that doesn’t play canned music and serves good food, then we’ll go home. Maybe we’ll walk hand in hand and stop in shop doorways to kiss.
She wanted more. She pushed one finger into her cleft and felt her labia cling to the digit. It felt good. So skip a half hour. I’m in your bedroom.
You’re undressing me.
What happened to seduction?
She made a rude noise, but only in her head, for him. That’s for the shy and the uncertain. I usually know what I want and right now I want us both naked. I hope you don’t mind small breasts.
Tasty. He went right along with her fantasy. Sweet little nipples. I’ll suck them, bite them. Put my hands around your waist, touch your ass, nice and round. She started to protest, but he continued right on. I’ll push into your pussy with my finger—two fingers. It feels good. Hot and wet. She suppressed a moan. When I slide my cock into you, you’re more than ready. You’re hot for me, but not as hot as I am for you. He was losing his American accent now, his words gaining a foreign lilt she liked.
Are you feeling this too? What are you doing?
I have my cock in my hand. I’m pumping it, pretending it’s buried inside your hot, sweet body. I want to know what you taste like, but I’d have to pull out if I wanted to drink from you, so I won’t do it. I have to push to get inside, and then the tension releases and I’m sinking deep into you. So deep. It feels so good. Every inch of my cock is inside you. Your juices are soaking my balls and I just want to keep pushing. I pull out nearly all the way and push back in. Then I do it again.
She suppressed a moan. She had two soaked fingers inside her pussy, her juices abundant and flowing. Twisting carefully, she found her clit with her thumb.
Come for me sweetheart. Do it quietly, but think of me in your body, pushing you higher with every stroke. Buy the book |
