Part 2 (2/2)
She nodded.
”Good.”
He eased a curved plate with a hole in the center around his oiled member, his face pained. His c.o.c.k jutted out, now surrounded by ruv coated nubs and two longer ruv fingers, top and bottom of the plate. She stared at it, wondering what it would feel like while he was inside her.
Jurel oiled the ruv. ”When I finish with you today, you will be too exhausted to seek your own release.”
A mad need to tease him seized her. ”And if I do?” she inquired in affected innocence.
”I have other ways of tiring you.”
He pulled something else from the trouser pocket, fisting it in his hand, then dropped the clothing to the floor. He set the cus.h.i.+on next to her, and she examined it in confusion.
”What is it, Veltina?” he asked, appearing unconcerned by her interest.
”It is- This is not the same cus.h.i.+on. The rings are gold. Were they not silver yesterday?”
”Indeed, they were.”
”Does-this change mean something?”
He chuckled. ”Perhaps.”
Veltina took a calming breath. If Jurel meant to surprise her, the gift would be exquisite. If he simply felt no need to tell her his plans, it was his right to make that decision. It was not her place to question him.
Jurel was abruptly serious. ”Vow it now-on your life and whatever G.o.d you choose to invoke. Vow that you intend to be mine and mean it.”
”I am yours.” How many times had she repeated that? How many times had she begged for it? Perhaps someday, he would believe her.
”On your life,” he ordered.
”I vow it. I am blood of your blood.” Soil to your seed, I hope. ”I die without you. I will never harm you or bring you harm. I am yours.” It was the most solemn oath she could make, though he would not know it. It was a portion of the mating ceremony of her people.
His smile returned. ”Remove the skirt.”
She looked at the tie nervously, doing as he ordered though she feared he'd strip her of every fine thing he'd given her, every outward mark that she was his.
Her heart stuttered as he unlocked first the chain and then the rings at her wrists and ankles. He couldn't free her! He vowed he would never free her. Even if he did, where would she go?
Jurel lowered his head, sucking at one breast while he pinched at the other. She fisted her hands at her side, wanting to touch him but having no leave to do so. Just because he 'd stopped binding her ritually during s.e.x after the first few days didn't mean she had his permission to touch.
He pulled back slightly, his breath hot against her skin. ”Close your eyes. Do not open them, no matter what you feel.”
She complied, groaning as he continued with his suckling. Jurel moved from one breast to the other, his fingers pulling lightly at the erect nipple he left. The sting on that nipple made her jump, her mind processing the fact that he'd placed some sort of clip on it. She squeezed her eyes shut tight to avoid angering him. The sting became a slight burning, a throbbing that radiated outward and was strangely pleasant.
His mouth retreated, and his tongue flicked over the captured nipple, sending pleasure so acute through her that starbursts of color danced behind her closed eyelids. A hurried pinch was her only warning that the matching sting and burn was coming. She cried out, the throbbing intensifying with the addition of the second device.
Jurel growled. ”So responsive,” he whispered.
His tongue flicked the second nipple, and she gasped at the sensations was.h.i.+ng down her chest and abdomen to pool in her womb. Her fingernails bit into her palms, and she held herself firmly in place for him.
His lips brushed over hers, and she pressed close to him in an attempt to invite his kiss. He moved back, setting her away from his body in silent order to remain where he wanted her.
”Not yet. You want everything your former people denied you?”
”Yes.” By Len! If there is much more pleasure he can give me, I might die in it.
”Then you shall have it. You shall have every pleasure.”
His fingers circled her hood slowly, taunting her with more while he went back to sucking her nipples, increasing the pleasure until she thought she would surely climax from that alone. She leaned her head back, her hair tickling at her spine, feeling the pulsing beat through her body as she had when she'd been tied to the sanctuary floor.
He pinched her hood, and she gasped, forcing her hands not to move and her eyes not to open. Surely, he's not planning- Oh, please, he can't- Veltina howled in shock at the twinge that announced he had. His fingertips stroked at the exposed head, and she shuddered in her rising pa.s.sion. Whatever these devices were, they made her feel more intensely than she ever had. She silently thanked Jurel for blessing her with this experience.
”Mmmm,” he purred. ”I believe you are ready now. Open your eyes.”
She did as he commanded, meeting his gaze, barely breathing at his hungry look.
”Look at yourself.”
Veltina glanced down then gaped. Gold cuffs lined with black fabric circled the tight points of her nipples. A deep red blood bead dangled from each. She leaned forward, trying to view the final cuff. Jurel scooped the bead up, and she moaned at the slight vibration that raced through her.
He chuckled, a wicked sound that promised some wondrous treat awaited her. ”What do you think of them?” he asked.
”They are very beautiful. Thank you, Jurel.”
He licked one nipple and then the other. ”And?” he prompted her.
”Wonderful,” she gasped. ”They make me-” Veltina struggled to explain the sensation.
”It makes you crave completion, and you will crave it as you never have before. As long as they remain, you will be wet for me any time I desire your sweet body. You will not remove the pleasure cuffs. Only I may do that.”
She shook her head. Remove them? Was he mad that he thought she'd willingly remove these?
”Now, kneel within the veltian.” He motioned to the cus.h.i.+on.
She knelt between the long arms, moaning as his body pressed to her back, his c.o.c.k sliding between her thighs and stimulating the sensitive hood outside the cuff, the ruv finger above his length pressing to her nether lips. She leaned forward, seeking greater contact frantically.
He retreated. One of the gold rings on the veltian snapped shut around her right ankle. Jurel touched her leg, trailing his fingers up her inner thigh and stopping only a hand width from her core. He pulled back, teasing her with what he knew she wanted.
”The veltian was dedicated to your namesake. It is said that when Len captured his first bride, she required-convincing to embrace her sensual nature. There are many ways to use it. You will know them all in time.” The other ring snapped around her left ankle.
Veltina didn't hesitate, certain she knew what came next. She laid forward, placing her wrists in the last two open rings. She rubbed against the cus.h.i.+on, her nipples brus.h.i.+ng the satil cover. Jurel leaned over her and snapped the last two rings shut. His fingers breached her body, stroking her inner pleasure spot.
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