He clicked and rumbled in the dark as Nicole tried to reach him. She stumbled forward, feeling the strange furniture as she maneuvered blindly. She knew she was getting close when she started to feel the heat radiating off his body. When she stepped closer, he stepped away, baiting her. Finally, her fingers met his reptilian skin and she molded her body against him.

Dumala tore her away and roughly pressed her down against the floor with a growl. Her chest was heaving as he began to secure straps around her hips and one ankle. When he leaned away, her body started to lift into the air. She lightly swung back and forth in the dark. She was suspended in front of Dumala from a simple tripod, vulnerable, and easy to tease.

She was completely disarmed, but her body was alive with the scent of his heady musk and that hint of cinnamon. Every touch in the dark had her heart soaring. He slid his nails down her skin, touched her nipples as they hardened, and pressed his erection to her body. Her hands were free, and she clumsily stroked his cock as he bit her inner thigh. She squirmed and shrieked as his teeth dug in, but it felt great-or maybe it was just all the blood rushing to her head.

After a minute, she had to say, "I'm dizzy."

Dumala let out a hoarse chuckle, and she was gently lowered to the ground. He gave her a minute to sit, but as soon as she stood up, he grabbed her by the hair and reeled her in. She could feel his breath in her ear, then his teeth skimmed her throat. He grunted and shoved her then, making her walk and leading her by her hair. He butted her up against a wall, pressing his erection against her soft skin.

He lifted her arm, and she felt the cold metal clasp around her wrist. She struggled, testing the restraint and chains clattered in her ears. He secured her other wrist above her head, then her ankles were shackled as well, were legs spread. He grabbed her hair again, his claws lightly dragging against her scalp. He forced his mouth over hers, stealing her breath for just a few moments.

He sensuality rubbed his body against her, making her writhe and squirm, desperate for more but unable to reach out and touch him. He slid down, and she felt claws parting her lips. With nothing but pich black to look down at, she felt a hot breath float over her sex. She jerked the chains as she felt something long and slender wiggle its way unto her cunt. Breathless, she realized that it must have been his tongue. He'd never done that before.

"Ohhh, please, more!"

His tongue left her body, flicking at her clit for just a moment, and then the sensations were gone. She was being tortured, and he wasn't even nearly done with her. He left her for a moment, the heat from his body gone. When he returned, his mouth claimed her nipple. She moaned and it hardened in his mouth. Then, he tied something around the bud, cutting off blood flow. He did the same with her other nipple.

Now, when he groped her breasts, or touched her pink buds, the sensations were stronger, her nipples more sensitive. Nicole chewed on her lower lip as he began to lick and nibble her breasts. He placed one hand on her stomach to hold her still, and then his fingers began to play with her sex. He did as she had instructed, rubbing and flicking his fingers over the swollen little button. He was holding her hips still for what he planed on doing next.

The pleasure was making her legs tense and her toes curl. She arched her back against the wall, trying not to give him the satisfaction of a pleasured moan. She had taught him to well, and now he was using it against her. His fingers began slick with her arousal, and her scent was never so sweet. His fingers finally abandoned her clit, and he carefully slid a finger inside her passage, careful not to scratch her soft walls.

He wiggled his finger inside her, trying to elicite more moans, but she had not taught him any technique for this yet. He slid two fingers inside her, and she mumbled incoherently. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was hanging open. He started gently at first, bringing his fingers in and out of her channel slowly. When that didn't make her squirm though, he picked up his pace.

"Mmm, ohhhh."

The faster he went, the less she seemed able to pronounce any words, so he figured that was a good thing. He quickly found that he didn't even need to penetrate her very deeply. He bent his fingers just at his first knuckle, pressing and rubbing the insides of her walls and she began to sweat. She acted like a yautja female in the way that she became more aggressive the closer to an orgasm she was. Nicole harshly jerked the chains that held her, struggling to get free even though she knew it would be impossible.

She moaned and panted, her climax just about to rush through her body. However, when he felt her body tense, Dumala removed his hands. She whimpered. It was such a tender noise that he almost felt compelled to finish her, and give her pleasure. Instead, he denied her an orgasm.

Again and again, he denied her. He teased and bit her. He groped and caressed her. He brought her close to the edge every time and then stopped. She mewed begging noises and pleas, but he tortured her.

"How did you get your scars?" He growled.

"Bite me."

He took that literally, his teeth nipping at her stomach before moving up and sinking into her shoulder. Her shriek quickly turned into a moan. Even his bites were starting to ignite her body on fire. Her body ached to be used. Dumala undid her shackles, then picked her up into the air.

He thrust her onto a different piece of equipment, a long padded board under her stomach. He secured her arms and legs on a sawhorse-type of furniture, her sex still available to him. He teased her a few moments, touching her body in the dark, and then he tried three fingers on her. He was rough, but still gentle, as he thrust three fingers into her moist channel. Her sheath was tight around his digits, but gently stretching to his will.

As he worked three fingers in and out of her passage, he could hardly tell if her noises were pained or pleasured anymore-but she did not tell him to stop. If she was eBay going to take on his cock, she needed to get used to a little stretching. The pain would only add to the pleasure. He rubbed his thumb over her clit as his fingers invaded her warm depths, and that really set her on fire. Restrained on the sawhorse, she tried to wiggle her hips against his hand, desperate for release.

Finally, she whined, and then said, "I give in, I'll tell you."

Dumala rumbled with satisfaction, and undid the restraints. He made the lights brighten and he led her to the bed while her eyes adjusted. She gasped when he took the loops off her nipples and the blood flowed back to them. They would likely be sensitive for the next few hours. He made her lay down and he rubbed her nipples between his fingers.

When her whys fluttered closed, he lowered his mouth to her sex and played his tongue around her clit. When her hips started to gently grind against his face, he pushed two, then three fingers inside her. He rubbed them inside her, and thrust them in and out until her walls clenched tightly around his fingers. Her body shuddered, then she slumped into the furs. He purred deeper, knowing he'd brought her climax.

Dumala laid beside her and traced the long scar across her abdomen, "How did you get the scars?"

Nicole cuddled up against him, and murmured, "Oomans tend to overreact at times...I was at a party, drinking a little. My boyfriend had a bit too much to drink and we got in an argument. We hadn't been together long, but when he dumped me, I got upset and wanted to leave. I got in my car and started driving, too fast, and I knew it then too but I didn't slow down."

When she went quiet, Dumala poked her arm, "You crashed?"

"Yea I crashed. I went right off a bridge. Everyone tried to call it a suicide attempt but it wasn't, I was just being stupid. Now I have these ugly scars forever." She was quiet for a moment, but then asked, "I know I lost, but will you tell me how your mate died anyway?"

Dumala didn't answer. He always tried to keep his mind away from thoughts of her, his former mate, Vett. He'd had many mates in the past, but had only loved one. The ooman was nothing like Vett, but he was coming to love her too. His chest felt tight with anguish, and Dumala quickly dropped his hands away from Nicole and he left the room without another word.

He began to walk back home, distracting his thoughts with Nicole's story about how she'd gotten her scars. She had been drinking. He had not been allowed to drink in his former clan, but this one seemed to allow every sin. From the brothel then, Dumala headed to a bar. A drink was just what he needed to clear his head of bad memories.