[Siren Classic: Erotic Sci-Fi Romance, public exhibition, consensual BDSM, HEA]
Maggie's night couldn't get much worse. She'd been dragged by her skinnier and cuter best friend to a bar to meet a blind date. Then, she's drugged and wakes to find herself on a ship as a sexual submissive to a massive, feline humanoid. After being stripped naked and terrified, she finds herself tied to a bed that belongs to war prisoner Raharan, the golden-eyed alien that's been given Maggie as a distraction.
She finds that being submissive to him opens her eyes to love and an amazing sex life. When more of his kind attack the ship to free their brethren, Maggie finds herself coveted by another. Will she be destined to act as the slave for another, or will Raharan find and save her in time?
A Siren Erotic Romance
“Wake now.” A male voice entered the darkness and dragged Maggie from the comfort of unawareness. She struggled to place the voice, but reality stormed into her thoughts quickly. The metallic taste, dry mouth, and lack of memory quickly brought her from the black oblivion of unconsciousness with an eerie sense of déjà vu. She had been on a cold table, being tortured. Terror spiked fast and hard through her body.
She opened her eyes, expecting the same sterile room, but found herself in a darkened metal cell. She was on her back on a bed of some sort, or at least a cloth pad that cushioned her body. With a quick glance, she noted that she was still naked but was covered with a coarse white sheet from breasts to midthigh. Relief flowed through her. She wasn’t dead, hadn’t been maimed, and was probably okay. The drug-induced fog hadn’t fully lifted from her mind, but she didn’t feel any pain or discomfort anywhere. Maggie tried to roll, hoping to get a look at the rest of the cell. Her movements were halted by soft cloth straps around her wrists, tethering her to the corners of the bed. She pulled on the restraints, finding them stretchy and unbreakable. Shit. Now she was restrained to a bed? Would the nightmare never end?
“Stop, now.” A gravelly voice pulled Maggie from her thoughts. She whipped her head around and stared across the cell at a large male standing in the corner farthest from the bed. The lights in the cell didn’t illuminate his face, but from the look of him, he was one of the largest men she had ever seen. His shoulders were easily twice as wide as hers. She guessed he stood close to seven feet tall if the height of the ceiling was the same as the first cell she had occupied.
“Who are you?” Her voice was reedy and weak. She struggled to move on the bed to face him, but the ties wouldn’t allow her to roll. She pulled at them, testing their strength.
“You must stop struggling against the restraints,” he growled.
Maggie stared at his shadow for a moment, and when he didn’t speak again or move, she shifted her gaze to the fabric binding her to the bed. She pushed both arms up as far as she could to slacken the cloth, working her wrists in the cloth cuffs. If she could just get it loosened a little more—
Large hands wrapped around her waist and pulled her down the bedding until her arms were stretched completely above her head. She squeaked at the sudden movement. She tried to struggle against the grip but was quickly pressed into the mattress by a very large and very heavy male body. She stilled immediately, fear drying her mouth.
“You must stop struggling. I’m fighting my instincts enough as it is, but if you continue to struggle, you will force me to lose control.” He growled again, vibrating her chest where it met his. She was caught by a pair of golden feline eyes as he stared down at her. Their faces were mere inches apart. She gasped when the realization hit her that he wasn’t human. His face was humanoid, but wider and squarer than a typical male’s face. His eyes were widely set and deep in his face. His nose was wide and flat like that of a big cat. He had a full head of golden-tan hair that was very similar to a lion mane. Thick lips clamped tight enough to whiten stress lines around them. Her body tensed, ready to battle the male lying on top of her. He squinted at her and rumbled deep in his chest. “Little human, you must listen to me. Your fear smells sweet and enticing. If you want me to behave myself and not take you this moment, you must calm and stop moving.”
Maggie forced herself to stop struggling. She lay tense and scared under the male, blinking up at him as she tried to control her breathing. As seconds ticked by into minutes, she started to relax. She obviously could be overpowered and hurt while bound to the bed. He hadn’t hurt her and seemed to be trying to get control over himself. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply, dragging air into her lungs to calm her racing heart.
“Much better,” he said with a nod. She opened her eyes and stared into his feline gaze, trying to remain calm. He slowly rose off of her body and stepped back into the corner of the cell. A quick glimpse of tanned skin stretched over well-defined muscles on a massive chest was all she got before he moved into the shadows again. She could see him breathing rapidly, clenching his fists.
“If I stay still, may I ask questions?” She kept her voice low and gentle. If he needed her to be docile, then she would play the game. As long as he kept from hurting her, she would do whatever was needed.
“You may ask, but I may not answer.”
“Master, I would like to kiss you and touch you with my hands. Will you allow it?” She tried to phrase her request to mollify him. She was really turned on thinking about all the things she wanted to do to him, and having to ask permission by voicing her actions was making her hotter.
“You may.” His clipped words were strained. She could tell he was not enthusiastic about this turn of events.
Maggie approached him with slow steps and kept eye contact while she walked to him. She reached out with both hands and ran them up his chest, lightly skimming his nipples and relishing how quickly they hardened. She skimmed her hands over his shoulders and pulled him down to her mouth. She watched surprise cross his features a moment before she touched her lips to his. His lips were warm and soft against hers. She waited a moment to see if he would take control of the kiss. When he didn’t, she parted her lips on a sigh and slowly stroked the seam of his with her tongue. He tasted slightly like the sweet bread they had eaten for breakfast. She pressed her tongue lightly against his lips, trying to get him to open his mouth to deepen the kiss. She opened an eye to find him staring at her with his brows knitted together instead of the passion-filled look she was expecting. She pulled her head away from his with a scowl of her own.
“Why are you licking my face? Is this a human practice?” he asked.
“I was trying to kiss you. Don’t you kiss your females?” Maggie was surprised and slightly miffed. He wasn’t supposed to be scowling at her. He was supposed to be enjoying this so much that he would let her do other things to him. Maybe she really didn’t know enough to be seducing him.
“We kiss pussies with our tongues, but we don’t kiss mouths that way.”
“Well, we kiss on the mouth as well. Will you let me try it with you? Please?”
“Fine, but if I don’t like it, you must stop,” he huffed.
She nodded and licked her lips. She pulled his head back down to hers, and she pressed her lips to his again. When she opened her lips and moved her tongue along his lips, he opened his mouth slightly. She sighed into his mouth and slid her tongue along his lips, tickling along his lips and gently entering his mouth. With the first tentative stroke of his tongue with hers, she melted. He tasted like mulled spices so similar to his scent. She moaned into the kiss and was surprised when his arms came around her body, lifting her so he wasn’t bent down. He became more controlling of the kiss, working his tongue into her mouth. She gave up trying to lead the dance of their tongues and melted into his embrace.
He ripped his lips from hers and was breathing heavily. His eyes held nothing but fire and need. He grinned toothily and dove for her mouth again, capturing her lips and ravaging her mouth. They were both breathing heavily after their second kiss. He leaned down, setting her on her feet.
“I think I like kissing. I need you now, Maggie. I know you wanted to touch me, but I need to be inside you. Moving my tongue with yours reminded me too much of how hot and wet your pussy is for me when I am pushing into you. Get on the bed.” He pointed to the mattress to emphasize his command.
She scrambled to the bed and lay on her back, spreading her legs for him. She was wet and ready for him and not embarrassed to show her need. The kiss had been hot, but having him respond to her in something that he had never done before was a heady experience. She wanted to feel him powering inside her.
“You’re so wet for me, little human,” he growled as he climbed up her body. “I can’t wait to be in you. I will try to go slow enough that you will come.”
With those words he shifted his hips and pushed into her opening. He groaned when his balls were resting against her ass. She watched his face and loved seeing the ecstasy her body gave him when he was moving inside her. She let a moan escape her lips when he pulled out and slammed back into her with harsh strokes. Her clit was rubbed with each downstroke bringing her body quickly to an orgasm. She tilted her hips and wrapped her legs around his hips, increasing the depth he could plunge into.
Raharan bent down and captured a nipple with his lips. His tongue flicked rapidly over the nub, shooting sensations straight to her clit. She shot over the edge and exploded around him, moaning loudly with her release. She grabbed his shoulders and held on, letting his body ground her as she flew apart. Her back arched, pushing her breast against his mouth, and she was rewarded with more flicks from his tongue. She screamed as she plummeted into another orgasm, milking his cock as he came with a roar. Her muscles spasmed around his shaft, pulling more groans from him as he lay on her chest.
He pulled out of her body, and she wanted to curl up with the loss. She was still drifting somewhere out of her body and wanted to feel his arms wrapped around her. A dip in the mattress and warm arms pulled a sigh from her lips.
“I think we will try some more of the human activities. I liked kissing. Later I will let you touch me more.”