Tarth City, Tarth
Conqueror's Palace
Alitus Vivaldi's quarters
Once inside Alitus' apartment, Empress Destoiya tossed aside her uniform jacket. Her heels joined it. She brushed a hand down her clothes, straightening them before she opened the door to her favorite's room. Alitus lay on the bed against a pile of pillows, naked, hands over his head, bound to the frame by leather cuffs at his wrists. His magnificent erection said he wanted her and wanted her now.
"You really are beautiful like that." Destoiya crossed to the bed.
She'd trained him to please her, schooled him in seduction, and his body had been designed to satisfy. She adored his perfection. Alitus understood the power of his sexuality, his control of her passion. But arrogant he wasn't, and he wasn't vain.
Alitus dominated by yielding.
"My Conqueror," he said, his voice an urgent, breathy whisper. "Have you come to let me pleasure you?"
"Yes." She set one knee on the bed, pushed her palms against his as she straddled him, and curled her fingers around his bound hands. She arched forward to possess his mouth.
His lips parted, and she tasted the clean sweetness of his tongue. She darted hers against it, stroking the underside with long, slow licks. She slipped her tongue across the top, circled, and flicked against the tip.
Alitus groaned with yearning when her mouth left his.
"I've thought about you all day," she said, kissing down and across his jaw. "Pictured you naked like this, waiting for me." She licked the side of his throat, heard his breath stop when she sucked the tender skin into her mouth. "Imagined what I'd do to you when I got home." She kissed all the way back up, taking it slow, tasting and licking and nibbling. "I couldn't think of work," she said, between kisses. "Of anything but my mouth on you." She slid her fingers down his arms, across his back. "My hands."
Alitus rubbed up against her, begging her without a single spoken word to take him.
"I wanted to touch you everywhere."
She trailed her fingers from his palms, down across the leather cuffs binding him, along the veins in his forearms, the inside of his elbows, tickling across his biceps. The scent of him, the velvet smoothness of his skin, and the hardness of the muscle beneath drove her to the edge of madness. Destoiya gulped air, reminding herself to slow down, enjoy him. Enjoy his surrender. Savor his relinquishment of power.
"Wanted to skim my fingers over your muscles." He burned her up inside; his skin almost set her on fire.
Alitus bit into his lip; head back.
Destoiya kissed his bared throat. "I wanted to feel you heating up beneath me." She nipped his jaw. "Pictured you trembling with desire."
She gazed into his eyes while running her fingertips across his collarbone, then down his chest.
"Mmm, yes, Alitus." She closed her mouth over his. He was trembling.
His breath caught when her hand stopped at his navel. She let her fingers glide down further, into the blond, silken curls between his thighs. A sob of hunger slid from his mouth into hers.
His eyes blazed with lust. He played mouse to her cat, but he wanted to play tiger. If she unleashed him now, he'd take control. Once freed, he'd satiate her; bring her to elation, to rapture. He'd pin her against the bed, stretch her arms over her head, and thrust into her. He'd turn her around, lift her into his arms and rock up against and into her from behind. Ravish her until she cried from the sheer joy of it.
No, tonight, it was his turn.
She splayed her fingers wide, slid them back up his belly. A sound tore from his throat that said he knew she intended to postpone his release. Planned to heighten the ache he already suffered. That she meant to make him writhe, and twist, and beg for deliverance from the craving she built within him.
In good time, she'd give in to him. Quench his thirst. Sweep them both over the feverish rapids of desire and heat, and drown them in the falls of bliss. But ... not yet.
Content: Graphic sex, light bondage, F/F/M menage, M/M sex, male submission, multiple partners, voyeurism, and some damn fine sex in a sleek flying limousine...
