Bound at the Ball (MF)
[Siren Allure: Erotic Futuristic Sci-Fi Romance, bondage, HEA]
Rella Cinder was born to the submissive race on her planet and has finally reached the age of maturity. She has hated her nature since birth and has fought her submissiveness. As the youngest of four sisters, she’s watched the others go off and look for mates. This time she’s forced to comply with the government’s edicts, which includes attending the Unity Ball and taking a mate from the warrior species. What she doesn’t know is that she has already caught the eye of a warrior before stepping foot into the Ball.
Warrior Sabar T'Brun is ready to take a mate but doesn’t want a weak female. He sees what he craves in the willful Rella during her Initiation Ceremony. Her sweet submission and soft cries of passion are exactly what he wants in a mate.
Can they find each other before the Unity Ball ends? Or will someone else claim her?
A Siren Erotic Romance
Chills coursed down Rella’s spine. It’s him. He held her upper arm in a firm grip. She’d dreamed of his voice, the feel of his warm breath skating over her skin. The words he’d whispered to her as she came apart with her release still echoed through her mind. He’d driven her repeatedly to a fevered state during the night as he visited her dreams and thoughts.
She stood frozen on the floor as her mind worked through the fact that one of the males who’d seen her come, listened to her moans, felt her body shudder in release stood next to her. All she had to do was look up and she’d see his face, be able to put an identity to the voice.
“Rella, move now.” She jumped at the gravelly growl from the male.
“Sorry,” she mumbled, shuffling forward. He led her by the arm toward the darkness. She wanted to raise her head and look around, but she didn’t want him growling at her again. She could tell by the long strides he took that he was very tall. He forced her to walk quickly to keep up with his pace. The grip on her arm wasn’t painful, but it was tight enough that if she dallied or stumbled, she’d be bruised.
He led her past a maze of legs and feet, always with a warm hand wrapped around her arm. She felt like a docile animal being led to slaughter. She could be taken, killed, mauled in an instant, and she wouldn’t see anything coming because she had her head down like the good little submissive. Did she dare look up, though? The male hadn’t hurt her and seemed to be dragging her through a sizable crowd without allowing her to be bumped or harmed. For the moment she felt better following directions and keeping her head down.
They passed through a doorway, and instantly it was quieter. They must have passed through a sound-disrupting barrier because she hadn’t heard the sound of a door closing. She took the chance to tilt her head and look at as much of the room as she could. Shock froze her steps. There were multi-colored pillows piled on the floor in one corner and a low platform along one wall. The item that caused icy dread to flow through her veins was a padded table that had shiny chains dangling above it.
He means to torture me.
She twisted quickly from the hand holding her arm and backed toward the wall. Fighting from the male’s grasp was a bad idea, but if she was to be tortured, she’d fight him as much as she could. Fear raised her heart rate, and she could feel the effects already working through her body. Her arms shook as she raised them in defense. At least there was only one male in the room. If she’d torn away while in the crowd, she would have seen hundreds of eyes boring into her before they hurt her. Slowly she brought her eyes up, cringing in anticipation of the anger she knew she’d see in the male’s face.
What she found was a staggeringly masculine male staring with a smirk on his lips. No anger shown on his hard face, but his green eyes held something so much more than laughter. She flinched from the look, but her body understood it. She could feel her belly warming and fear crept through her mind. She shook it off. There wasn’t much she could do about the way her body reacted to him. If she was honest with herself, he was the most delicious-looking male she’d ever seen. His hair was a dark amber color, long and pulled away from his face with two long braids that dangled over his shoulders and rested against a very wide chest. His jaw was hard and square, but she could tell that he smiled often by the small lines around his eyes and mouth.
She couldn’t stop herself from looking him over. The fear she was battling faded some when he didn’t do anything but look at her with amusement. He was dressed in black pants and a dark gray shirt. The piece of his chest that she could see gleamed slightly in the light. He was either bronzed from being in the suns or was naturally darker skinned. Whatever caused the coloring of his skin was to be commended for creating such a beautiful shade. The bit of skin she could see was smooth and hairless. She fought the crazy urge to lick him, to snuggle against him and bury her face against his chest.
A low chuckle brought her eyes back to his. A small smile lifted the corner of his mouth. “Are you going to fight me, little girl? Think you can take on a warrior of my size?”
The question reminded her of her stance. She jerked back up and hid her eyes behind her hands at the idea. She’d be punished enough to put her in bed for days if she actually fought him. Females never raised a hand to a male, ever. She shook her head, unable to find the words to save herself. She swallowed the whimper that threatened to escape. She’d made the mistake of pulling away from the warrior and now she’d take her punishment. They wouldn’t get the satisfaction of hearing her cry about it.
Long moments crept by, and her curiosity got the best of her. With slow movements she peeked, picked her head up and opened her eyes. She expected anger on his face. What she found was more of the same amusement and perhaps a touch of pity in his eyes.
He watched her with knowing eyes and sighed loudly. “Don’t fear me. I was just kidding. I know you wouldn’t fight me. You were surprised by the items in the room and reacted. You won’t be punished for that, I promise.”
“Hmm, I see you are frustrated. Shall we get back to my game so you can come soon, or would you like to argue with me longer?” His voice was deeper, rougher.
Perhaps he wasn’t as unaffected by her body as she first thought. That didn’t help her situation, though. She wanted to come, but did she want to give that power to him? Did it really matter? There was no reason for him to lie. That meant she was already his mate, chosen, signed for, sealed. Why not take the orgasm her body so badly wanted?
“Ask me, please.”
“Good girl. I didn’t know if you’d forgive me enough to let me continue. I’m very pleased.”
His hands continued stroking her skin, touching a nipple, skimming down her side, brushing her pussy and back to her breast. She closed her eyes and absorbed the feeling, shivering as goose bumps raced after his fingers. The tips felt rough against her skin but so wonderful as they moved over her. She tried to push her chest toward his hands and raise her hips as he approached her clit. Her frustration rose with each pass as he avoided her swollen nubs. Just as she was ready to scream and beg, he asked his next question.
“Do you want me to bring you to orgasm by my fingers or my mouth?”
Her mind blanked. She understood what he would do with his fingers, but why would he offer to do something to her with his mouth? She opened her eyes and stared at him, her mind hazy. “I don’t understand the question.”
“Do you want me to touch you with my hands until you come, or do you want me to lie between your legs and lick your clit until you come on my tongue?”
Just the thought of him on his belly between her legs, breathing his warm, moist breaths on her pussy made her moan. “Mouth…please.”
He looked surprised for a moment before he stood and moved to the foot of the table. He knelt on the floor and ran his palms up the inside of her legs. “Spread for me, Rella. Let me in.”
She did as he asked, blushing deeply at having him so close to her pussy. She could feel the moisture coating her lips. The movement of her legs brought the beads against her clit and pulled another moan from her lips. She wouldn’t last long, especially with his dark head buried between her thighs. She closed her eyes against the view to allow her some sense of control. If she watched him approach her clit with his mouth, she’d come before he even touched her.
She jumped when something cold wrapped around her thigh. Just above her knee he attached another metal cuff. To it he attached one of the many chains dangling above them. He touched something on the edge of the table and the chain drew her leg up and out, opening her farther. She watched in stunned silence when he did the same to her other thigh. She tested the restraints and found she couldn’t move her legs at all. A shiver ran down her spine. She wiggled her ass and sighed. She still had some ability to move.
When he chuckled, she jerked her gaze to his eyes and saw amusement once again. With slow, calculated movements he reached beside her hip and grabbed a cloth strap. He cocked an eyebrow before laying the piece over her belly and hooking it to the other side of the table. He’d seen her test her bonds and had taken her freedom away. Fear and excitement warred in her mind.
A snick echoed loudly in the room. She looked down and found Sabar removing her beaded belt from her hips. She bucked when he removed the pussy piece, brushing against her swollen tissues. She whimpered with the loss.
“You may come whenever you want.” His words whispered across her inner thigh and she shivered.
Before she could respond he bent forward and wrapped his lips around her clit. A moan was wrenched from her mouth. The feeling was beyond anything she’d ever imagined. Hot, wet ecstasy wrapped her mind in nothing but feelings. She pulled on her wrist restraints, wanting to pull his head away or push it closer to her pussy. She didn’t know, but the feel of those metal cuffs keeping her arms immobile made her try to buck her hips against his lips. Anything to get more or less. Something needed to happen so she could come. Flicks of his tongue were too much, and not enough.
“I need something. Please. More.” She begged, thrashing her head.
“I know what you need. Just feel. Relax into the feeling of my mouth on you and let me take you over the edge.”