SurrendersMischief (29 page)

“Darias!”

He pressed his tongue deep inside her opening.

Riana fell completely apart.

Darias made sure he was there to catch her.

* * * * *

His heart was pounding against her ribs. Riana pressed a
kiss on the inside of his arm. “For a beginner, you learn pretty quick.”

He gave a laugh that turned to a stifled moan as she
wriggled to get more comfortable. She realized Darias was still aroused.

She lifted her upper body, holding it slightly away from
his. “Now it’s my turn. What would a spanking feel like with this,” she slid
the amethyst scarf across his chest, “draped over your ass?” she asked in a
deep, sensual whisper as she wrapped it around his cock and tugged softly.

His heartbeat jolted then accelerated.

She leaned forward to taste one nipple. Riana slid her mouth
to the hollow of his throat, lips parted slightly so the edge of her teeth
scraped his skin. She tasted salt as the tip of her tongue stroked the firm
flesh. She sucked on his neck, an erotic tug that sent a hard shudder the
length of his spine.

“Stay right there,” she muttered.

Crossing to a desk, she retrieved her book. Tapping one
slender finger on the leather binding, Riana tried to calm the erratic beating
of her heart. She reached for the cut-crystal decanter Darias had kept on the
desk and poured a glass of deep-red wine.

Control.

She took a sip, letting the spicy, fruity flavor burst over
her taste buds.

She needed to regain control. Her emotions were too close to
the surface to conceal. She wanted, ached, for that last, tiny little part of
Darias. It went deeper even than obsession. No, it was much more fundamental
than that.

“Riana?”

The deep, rough, utterly masculine tone went straight to her
pussy. Schooling her expression, she turned.

And nearly dropped the glass of wine.

Darias was kneeling on the floor, his forehead touching the
carpet. Large hands, tanned and rough and scarred from work and war, held the
cheeks of his ass apart.

She swallowed, her eyes filling with unfamiliar tears.

Throat tight, her mouth opened but words wouldn’t come.

“Riana… Take what belongs to you. Everything that belongs to
you.”

Riana pulled herself together. Crossing the small space
separating them, she laid one hand on his thick wrist. She was proud of the
calm, steady cadence to her voice. “Do not move.” Stroking the hair-roughened
skin of his wrist, she asked softly, “Are you sure? Once you give yourself to
me, I will not allow you to change your mind.”

“I’m sure.”

She gave one last, soft, lingering stroke to his wrist as
she trailed her fingers to the small of his back. There, she rested her palm.
“Tell me.”

He didn’t pretend that he didn’t understand exactly what she
meant. “I want you to take me, cock, balls,” a fine quiver rippled under his
skin, “ass. Any way you please.”

“What if I want to take you hard, slam a cock as large as
yours into that tight hole and make no concessions for the fact your ass is
virgin?”

Another one of those subtle, barely there shivers. “Yes. I
trust you to see to my needs.” It was what he didn’t say that her heart heard.

One tear slid down her cheek. She moved away, sat down in
the chair behind the desk.

The view was extraordinary.

But it wasn’t the view that heated her insides and melted
her heart.

Darias trusted her. Really trusted her.

The ultimate alpha warrior willingly gave his body, his
pleasure and his emotions into her keeping.

Darias was hers.

As she was his.

Crossing her legs, she steepled her fingers beneath her chin
and tasted the words again.

Darias was hers.

“Spread your knees one meter apart.” He immediately complied.
The position opened him to her completely. She could see his huge balls and a
good portion of the long, heavy, fully erect cock. And the small, dark opening.

Long minutes passed. She could tell by the stiffening in the
broad shoulders that a mixture of lust and fear had taken hold of him. She let
it build. Finally, she rose and retrieved the small bottle of oil she kept in
the right-hand drawer.

And one other item that she placed on the scarf that trailed
between his spread knees.

Coating her fingers, she played lightly around the ring of
muscle.

It squeezed tight.

She smacked his ass, a light, stinging pop that heated
rather than punished.

“Mine.”

She heard him swallow. “Yours.”

Riana probed the tight ring with the tip of her index
finger.

His breath became rushed, light. He started as she eased one
finger inside, deep inside. Instantly, her finger was engulfed in heat. Riana
closed her eyes as her own need built again.

But first she must see to his.

A small, not altogether comfortable smile curved her lips.

A second finger joined the first.

His breath became small pants. Beneath the surface of his
skin, one quiver joined another. He was apprehensive.

Riana saw more than he would have been comfortable with had
he known. This was the giving up of control on a level that Darias both craved
and dreaded. They both knew that once he permitted this act—no, surrendered
willingly—nothing would be the same. He’d belong to her—in her mind and, more
importantly, in his. In that moment, Riana knew she understood Darias better
than he understood himself. That was okay. She was there to catch him when he
fell.

Contentment mixed with arousal. This is what had been
missing all these sennights since she gave Darias the new rules. Why she hadn’t
enjoyed his surrenders, his sensual punishments as fully as she should have.
Even tonight, when he’d been pleasuring her, she’d kept an emotional distance
between them. The deepest, most basic level of her soul had recognized the edge
of cruel punishment she’d used against them both.

Her anger and need for revenge had ruled.

She carefully stretched the virgin tissue, slowly pumping
her fingers in and out. Small grunts and moans kept rhythm with her. Scissoring
her fingers in his ass, she poured oil directly in the dark opening with her
other hand. Not for the world would she abuse his trust by truly hurting him
tonight. Only when both fingers slipped easily in and out of his flesh did she
add a third finger.

He jerked. “Riana?” Uncertainty darkened his voice to pure
midnight.

“Shh.” She twisted her fingers, stretching him further.
“Relax, my warrior.” This time when she thrust inside slowly, she made sure she
pressed the bundle of nerves in his hot channel.

“Ahh. I don’t think that’s helping me to relax.” He gave a
strained chuckle.

She touched the bundle of nerves again.

He groaned, the muscles of his sphincter clamping down on
her fingers.

She retrieved the item off the scarf. The night of the
semi-public spanking in the garden, she’d been unable to sleep after she’d
finished punishing him. Restless, discontent, an unaccountable sensation
uncomfortably close to guilt driving her, she’d left their bed and gone to her
ship. Once there she had programmed his measurements into a machine she’d
traded for on NAXH281. What had emerged was a work of art.

It was a dildo like none else in the galaxy. Almost an exact
duplicate of Darias’ cock, down to the veins roping the velvet-soft length.
Embedded in the bio-synthetic flesh were nerve-endings that transferred
sensation from the smaller cock at the other end. As she fucked him, she would
feel each clench of muscle, each ripple of response and, when she came, a warm
viscous oil, much like a man’s sperm, would eject inside his body.

Since the morning she’d given Darias back his leather
breeches, she’d kept it in the desk, hoping against hope that one day he’d
allow her to use it but reluctant to push.

Now she was free to satisfy them both.

This time she lightly scraped her nails over the bundle of
nerves deep inside his ass.

He groaned. His body gleamed with a fine sheen of sweat. A
bead rolled down the valley of his spine.

She caught it on the tip of her tongue, taking that tiny
part of him inside her.

A flash of lightning gleamed off his powerful flanks,
bringing to light his masculine beauty, muscles shifting and sliding under the
skin of his back, his cheeks clenching and releasing against the pleasure.

Pulling her fingers from him, she teased the opening,
rimming it with a barely there pressure.

His buttocks tightened, capturing the motion.

She probed again, testing the tight ring of muscle.

“Riana. Krel,” he groaned, a deep, guttural sound that she
was sure he wasn’t even aware of making.

Leaning over his back, she put her mouth next to his ear.
“Do you want this?” She let the words heat his skin, sending a cold chill
across his flesh. “Do you want me?”

“I think I might die without you inside me.” There was a
touch of humor in the strained tones. And a wealth of need.

She stood up and stepped into the harness containing the
dildo. Riana hissed as the replica of his cock slipped into her heated channel.

She gnawed on her lip. She had to make this good for him.
Her hands shook as she tightened the leather straps of the harness.

Oh Zethra, she was going to blow this. Her control was shot
to Tartarius.

Riana stiffened her knees. No, she refused to fail.

She moved behind him.

She placed her hands on the powerful haunches. Ever so
slowly, she eased the head of the cock against the small hole.

The lubricant made it easy to slide the tip into his heat. A
hiss of pleasure escaped her as the nerve-endings in the cock inside Darias
transmitted the sensations directly into her pussy.

“Are you okay? Am I hurting you?” she panted. Zethra, if
this was what a man felt when he made love to a woman, it was a wonder anyone
ever got out of bed.

“Hurts. Burns.” He sucked a deep breath, his muscles
quivering against the invasion.

She pushed a little deeper, unable to help herself.

His fingers dug into the plush carpet.

“Bad?”

“Unhh.” He pulled forward and just as quickly pushed back.

She leaned forward, pressing her mouth just below his
shoulder blade. Heat and wet satin. He tasted totally male and all Darias.
“Bear down,” she whispered. “It will help.”

She pulled out and, just as slowly, pushed back in. Over and
over. Each time a little deeper.

So hot. He was so hot inside. Was that how she felt to him?

Her hips found a rhythm.

“Does it still hurt? Is the burn too much?” Her cheek
resting against his back, she could barely catch her breath. Heat and clean,
male musk surrounded her. She inhaled, taking his scent deep inside her lungs.
Deep inside her.

“Yes.”

She stilled. “Do you want me to stop?”

“Krel, no! Don’t stop. The burn…the stretch.” He pushed
back.

The sensual groan sent wonderful little chills down her
spine and jolt of electricity to her clit.

“Feels…good,” he panted.

Turning her head, she spoke against his skin. “Tell me what
you want.”

Darias grew still. He swallowed then looked over his
shoulder. His golden gaze, hot and molten, met hers.

Lightning split the sky. The huge room became an intimate
cave. Rain pounded the windows. The rich burgundy carpet reinforced the
impression. In the flash of brilliant white light, she saw the desire in
Darias’ eyes…and something else.

“I want you to love me.”

The storm receded, the Great Hall just outside the locked
door disappeared. All that mattered was Darias and the vulnerable need she saw
reflected in his eyes.

“I do. I think I’ve loved you from the moment you honored
your word to turn leadership over to me.”

A deep quiver ran through him and his muscular arms, holding
both their weights, trembled. “Thank Quaral for that. I was certain that you
could never return my love.”

Relieved laughter bubbled up inside Riana, both muting and
highlighting the sensual tension. “Not a chance. You should have had your first
clue weeks ago when I found excuses not to punish your deliberate insolence.
You and your men continued to delete records, pretend ignorance and generally
made things as hard as possible for me and the other women. Didn’t you ever
wonder why I let you get away with it so often lately?”

“Krel, no. I was too busy being confused. You had me so that
I didn’t know if I was coming or going. I couldn’t figure out what you were
going to do next. You weren’t acting like a man in your position would.”

Riana nipped a shoulder blade with sharp, white teeth and
drummed her fingers on his hips. “In case you hadn’t noticed, I’m not a man.”

“Oh, I noticed all right. That’s what caused half the
problems.”

She lifted one brow. “Only half?” Riana flexed her fingers
and gave a slow, wicked grin. “Surrender?”

“Only to you.”

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