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Authors: Gracie C. McKeever

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LaMia guided his cock to her opening as he grasped her hips and thrust up into her.

“Mateo!” She caught her breath, writhing against him as he impaled her and she adjusted to the breadth and width of him. “Oh,
Lilith
, you fill me so…”

She said it as if she was surprised he was so sizable and Mateo stupidly smiled, male ego setting in. He was too pleased with her words, too pleased with himself.

She caught his wrists, drew them over his head and pinned them to the floor as she covered his chest with her sumptuous breasts. She ground her hips flush against him, contracted her vaginal muscles and sucked him in as he stroked deep inside her and tried to pull back for another plunge.

He gasped as her pussy squeezed around his cock, felt her drawing a climax out of him when he didn’t want to come yet. “Mia, wait…” He couldn’t let her control this aspect of their relationship, too. He had to keep some control, he had to...

She sped her plunges, riding him hard and fast instead of slow. “No more waiting. There will be more when we are done. But now I just want…I need to…
Lilith
!” She clenched her knees tight around his hips, shuddering above him in the grip of an intense orgasm as Mateo released his seed inside her with a hoarse shout of his own.

LaMia lay still against him for a long silent moment, panting as her perspiration mingled with his and cooled on her body in the air-conditioned room.

He wanted to hold her, wrap his arms around her lush body and know that she was real and not a dream and that she wouldn’t change back into the slave-driving Nubian Queen who had abducted him.

“I am sorry, Mateo.”

He thought she was apologizing for what she had done to him, not for what she was about to do to him. He peered up at her right before a pair of steel cuffs clamped around his wrists with a resounding snap.

“Where do you think I’m going, Mia? You’re on top of me. I’m still inside you.” And damn it, he had gotten harder since she’d cuffed him! What was wrong with him that he got more excited when she bound him than when she didn’t?

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He felt something tugging his wrists, slowly dragging his body upright and glanced at the high ceiling to see the pulley and chains to which his cuffs were attached.

Where had all this come from? He hadn’t even seen her twist her fist.

Mateo stared at her as she latched onto him, wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his hips while her device dragged them upward. “Mia, you don’t have to do this.”

“I cannot take the chance.”

“Why not? I took one on you.”

“That was different. You had no choice.”

“Let me out of these cuffs, Mia.”

“You will call me Mistress, Mateo.”

He shook his head, heart twisting at the idea that he had lowered himself to call her by the hated title earlier.

“That is the exact reason why you are in this predicament now, your refusal to obey me.”

Do it, homeboy. Just do what she says. It would be so easy to give her what she wants.

And she’ll give you a thousand times more in return like just now and you’ll love it. Just do it...

He sneered and shook his head against the voice in his mind. He blamed LaMia for his confusion, his weakness, told himself that she was digging through his brain again and making him want to submit.

She cupped his face and looked at him. “Why do you fight me so?”

She sounded puzzled, like she really couldn’t understand his refusal. And at the moment, he couldn’t understand his refusal either, not when all he wanted to do was submit and let her take him any way she wanted to.

“Mateo…?”

“I can’t…” He squeezed his eyes shut, disgusted with himself, ashamed that even now his cock grew inside her, throbbed for release, only the release she could give him. “I won’t be like my father…like my brother…I won’t let you destroy me.”

“Oh, Mateo…I would not.”

“Don’t tell me that! Don’t lie to me!”

She calmly returned his glare, and that just made him feel ten times more contrite than had she retaliated and punished him in some way.

As soon as he was completely vertical, a pair of steel cuffs clamped snug around his ankles. The cuffs were attached to a pulley mounted in the parquet floor below him, and slowly widened in concert with the pulley above, stretching his arms and legs out until he was spread-eagle. “What are you going to do to me, Mia?”

“Mistress.”

He bent his head, nuzzled her throat, inhaled the soft cinnamon taste of her, saturated his senses with her spicy-sweet aroma before he sucked and gently nipped her. “Let me go.”

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“I cannot.” she whispered. “You must be punished.”

“Still?”

“Just because we found enjoyment in each other’s bodies does not negate your earlier misconduct, Mateo. You were insubordinate. That cannot be overlooked.”

“Is this my punishment then?” He bucked his hips, torturing himself when he drove his cock into her firm, hot cunt.

She squeezed her legs and arms around him and held tight. “Mistress,” she said.

“Mistress
bitch
,” he murmured and nipped her again, harder this time.

She pressed against him and moaned, apparently enjoying his abuse almost as much as he enjoyed hers.

Christ, they were two sick…
Shit, one of us isn’t even a person, at least not a human!

“Mistress,” she insisted. She thrust her hips against him and cradled her face against his throat. “Deeper, Mateo. Please…
deeper
.”

Christ, he wanted to hold her!

He clenched his hands in frustration, did the only thing he could do to please them both and pitched his hips into her. He plunged as deep as he could, and LaMia met his rhythm thrust for thrust, until they were both bucking and writhing so wildly against each other that Mateo just knew they’d break the pulleys and he’d be free.

But after this, did he really want to be?

“Oh,
Lilith
!” She convulsed against him, holding him taut before he joined her climax with his own, fiercely driving into her until he thought he was spent.

LaMia had other ideas, however. “My sweet, sweet, Mateo.” She cupped his face and stroked his slightly parted lips with her tongue until he opened up all the way and let her in. She pushed her tongue into his mouth as if on a mission, found his ready and willing and mated with it in a sensual, teasing dance of power and capitulation.

Finally, reluctantly, she dismounted him, slowly slid her legs down his hips and thighs until she was standing in front of him in all her proud, naked glory.

Mateo looked at her and for the first time noticed the iridescent glow that surrounded her, surrounded them both.

“It is our energy merged.” She answered his unspoken question, sounding as shocked as he felt. “Your spirit light and mine together.”

He gawked at the shimmering aqua bubble that encircled them, a combination of her green light and his blue, and wondered when the pain would start, when she would begin to drain him until there was nothing left.

“I told you, Mateo. I would not.”

“What makes me different than…than my brother and father?”

She didn’t answer him, just tilted her head to one side as she looked at him with a bewildered expression on her face. She looked at him as if she didn’t know the answer, and 44

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thought she could find it in him.

It suddenly occurred to him what she had said. That their energy had merged, and not that she had siphoned his energy or he had relinquished it, but that their energy and spirits had fused.

They
had
shared, and
yet
shared, energy. “This has never happened to you with anyone, has it?”

“I doubt that it has ever happened to any Inanna.”

“Alex and Genesis?”

“I would not know.”

He knew she was hedging, that LaMia might not be sure about her countrywoman and her countrywoman’s mate, but that she had her guesses.

“LaMia—”

“Silence,” she murmured and leaned in to kiss him again. She ran her tongue along his teeth, caressed the inside of his mouth and finally stroked his tongue with hers before sliding a hand down between them to gently caress his balls.

Mateo hissed and jerked against his restraints. “Mia, I want to hold you. I
need
to hold you. Undo these cuffs.”

“Not yet.”

He peered at her, heard the unsaid
I cannot take the chance
and knew she didn’t just mean ‘not yet.’ She meant ‘not ever.’

She didn’t trust him, could never trust him after the way they had gotten together.

So where did that leave them?

LaMia knelt down in front of him as if in answer. Since she was so tall, even with him slightly elevated off of the floor, the oddly subservient position still put her full lips level with his jutting penis.

“I don’t have anything left,” he rasped.

“You have plenty, Mateo, more than you can ever imagine.”

“I can’t.”

“You do not have to do anything. I will do what needs to be done.”

He closed his eyes and arched his neck. She put her mouth on him, pulling just the mushroom head of his cock between her lips and stopping.

She dipped her tongue into his slit where another pearl of pre-come had already formed and hungrily lapped at the creamy liquid before taking his hard shaft completely into her mouth.

“Oh, God…Mia…”

She sucked hard, alternately licking the underside of his shaft and scraping the top with her sharp teeth, maintaining a steady rhythm that had him wriggling in her grasp.

She reached behind him and firmly grasped his ass with both hands, pulling him flush against her mouth as she suckled him like a nursing babe, took him balls-deep, the head of his penis touching the back of her throat.

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Mateo’s legs trembled as his testicles drew tight against his body. He knew, had he not been shackled, his knees would have buckled and he’d have collapsed against her.

She slid one hand down to the crack of his ass, fingers creeping ever closer to his hole.

“No!” He helplessly jerked in his shackles as she entered him, slow and deep with first one finger, then another. “No…
shit
…” Oh, God, this wasn’t happening! He was going to come.

He was going to explode and there was nothing he could do to prevent it even if he wanted to, and he didn’t want to.

Don’t think that! You want to prevent this, of course you do. You just need to find the
strength to tell her this isn’t right and you don’t want this. You don’t like it, you...

She scissored her fingers inside him, brushing tender virgin tissue that had never been touched by a human’s fingers, much less the fingers of an erotic alien dominatrix.

She pushed inside him as deep as she could, until she reached that fabled male G-spot and pressed her fingers against it.

Mateo gushed into her mouth with a guttural cry, bucking against her, jerking against his shackles so violently he thought for sure he’d break free from just the sheer force of his climax.

He came back to himself what seemed like hours later but he was sure it was only a couple of minutes. He opened his eyes and dazedly glanced around to see that the aqua bubble around him and LaMia had intensified, glowing brighter and stronger than ever.

She still knelt at his feet, sucking at the remnants of his erection, and milking every available drop of semen from his cock until he was limp.

He watched through heavy-lidded eyes as she came to her feet and stood before him.

She looked at him, tilted her head from one side to the other, studying him as if he were a piece of artwork she was thinking of purchasing.

She already knew she owned him though, not just his body, but his heart and soul, so why was she torturing him like this?

LaMia reached out to put her hand over his chest, and his heart sped beneath her palm.

She fondled his muscles, thumbed first one nipple then slid her hand across his chest to lightly pinch the other. She bent her head and closed her mouth over one nipple, gently sucking and nibbling before she suddenly sank her teeth into the skin right above his tender areola.

He hissed, tried to jerk away. “Shit!” He glanced down at the top of her head as she drank from him, simultaneously fascinated and repulsed as the tingle where she’d bitten him radiated until his entire torso was just a blistering, quivering mass of flesh.

“Mia, I can’t take anymore.”

She lifted her lips just enough to mumble, “But you will. You must,” before replacing her mouth and picking up where she had left off. She fed from him more fiercely and thoroughly than she had before, the loud slurping sound of her endeavors overshadowing the roar in his ears as the blood drained from his head to her mouth.

He closed his eyes and flung back his head, totally into the pain now until it was swapped with pleasure, until it was supplanted by intense longing in his chest and groin and no longer existed.

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Mateo groaned and shuddered as she lifted her mouth. He immediately missed the contact, aching and bereft in the wake of her exquisite assault.

He held his breath for several moments and when he didn’t hear or feel her moving he opened his eyes just in time to see her raise a fist and flick it. He flinched, didn’t know what to expect. He had hoped that she would unlock his shackles, but when he remained fettered and didn’t feel any pain, he wondered what she had done to him.

LaMia folded her hands behind her back and circled him like a Gestapo agent preparing to interrogate her prisoner. The only things missing from her stance were the severe uniform and high black boots.

He felt it then, the choker around his neck when he turned his head to follow her movements. “LaMia…what did you do to me?”

She finally stopped and stood in front of him again, fists on hips and legs planted slightly apart, arrogant and shameless in her nakedness. She knew she looked more than good and edible and taunted him with what he could only see but not touch. “I told you I would collar you.”

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