Chapter 5: Please don't stop

Beka looked into his eyes. They had dilated to the point that she knew he could barely hear her.

She repeated, "Can I kiss you here?"

Tyr focused on her voice. "Beka, why do you insist on talking to me. Either we do it or we talk. We don't do both."

"If I am in a dominating position, we are going to do this my way Tyr. There were no preconditions mentioned. You decide right here and right now whether you are interested in following my lead and gaining your sexual gratification at the same time."

Tyr looked at her for the first time fully in the face. Her eyes were dancing. 'She is actually trying to make me say mercy. She believes Nietzscheans don't submit because she doesn't understand how we do things.' He arched his eyebrows.

Tyr steepled his hands and bowed low on the sofa. He said no more about the method she chose to initiate things.

Instead, he answered her question "Yes, you can kiss me anywhere on my body I am not ticklish. You also agree that if you can't find my sexual triggers or if you bring me down from a sexual high by making me talk, you will do exactly what I say (more likely what I physically indicate) I need in order to achieve sexual gratification."

"Are those terms adequate? I agree to yours. I don't receive regular pedicures because we don't stop at the drifts often enough to take care of personal grooming services."

She nodded as she moved to kiss the spot right under his Adam's apple. She glanced at his leather tunic.

"Remove the top, take off those marvelous leather pants and those moccasins you wear. Slowly. I mean fashion-model-on-a-runway slow."

Tyr looked in her eyes holding her gaze while he unstrapped, unfolded, unbuttoned, unzipped, and defrocked himself. He knew nudity was a vulnerability for most. 'She is dominating me, huh?'

He watched her perusal of his body to see if she was actually aroused by his display or whether she was asking him to undress to show her power over him.

Tyr decided he would play this game, her game, because she didn't understand what his position or his interest truly was in her. Trance and Seamus had already explained her motivation to him. If she thought physically bearing his essence would mean getting in touch with his soul, then she really did have a lot to learn about him and the way men function.

Beka's mouth went dry as each article of clothing dropped to the floor. The definition in his arms moved her more than the initial exposure of the cleft of his ass. He was formed by the universe for her alone. Sex with him one time would not be enough. If he was any good, sex with him for a short time wouldn't be enough either.

She lost her train of thought and forgot what she was trying to accomplish with all this. She became a part of the moment.

"Come here, Tyr."

He stopped in front of her so that his thighs were aligned with the top of her head. She had placed a comfortable fuzzy throw rug by the couch. Laying out the throw, she asked him to be seated and place his feet on her lap.

She hypnotized him with her eyes. He couldn't remember any rituals among humans that involved anointed another's feet with oil, but he was game if she was.

Beka said, "From now on, I will only speak to you to gain compliance. I am not going to ask you for permission or a verbal response. You can get in a comfortable mental place so long as you continue to submit."

He nodded his head, laid back on his elbows, and mentally relaxed his entire body so he could get in the right zone.

She took oil she had also laid beside the sofa and started to massage away the aches in his feet, ankles and calves. She watched him close his eyes and receive.

She hadn't done this enough with her regular partners for her to predict how he would respond. The muscles beneath the curve in his calf was tense and riddled with knots.

'Damn when he works out, he must not stretch enough. It is a wonder he even walks with this much tension.'

Beka knew that she would soothe the soreness away. But more important than the pedestrian details of his exercise routine, she knew that she was also going to explore all his tactile senses to discover what he really wanted. As she looked in his eyes, she thought 'I am going to move him in a way that would leave an indelible mark on him. Every time he experiences any of these things he will think of me.'

Toe by toe. Muscle by muscle. She broke down any tension points in his lower extremities. By nibbling on the topside of his foot, she kept him from completely zoning.

She wanted to relax him, yes. Put him to sleep, no. The contrasts between the soothing of her massage technique and the tiny bites, kept him on edge.

Tyr lay on the rug amazed. No one had touched him in quite this way. He was trying to keep his breathing steady but he was sinking.

He felt himself slipping into the void between reality and the sensations she was stirring within him. He had been able to suppress the open mouthed moans he was feeling, but he was barely hanging on.

After relaxing his body up to, but not including his knees, Beka sucked first one big toe then the other. Although it wasn't her standard practice she watched him grip the sides of the rug and pucker his lips. He blew air out of the tight line he made of his mouth.

He had nearly lost coherent thought while she was soothing his feet. He didn't even know he was even tense in some of the places he had musculature. When she used the edges of her teeth to lightly graze the thicker part of his arches...he had begun to be aroused.

'Damn, Beka, is going to actually turn me out!'

He was writhing on the rug, breathing deeply. Beka noticed the change and began to suck his toes with long strokes. Then she licked the inside split where it was most sensitive.

He groaned openly.

'Impressive. He doesn't mind letting me know that I'm getting to him.'

She started with his lower extremities because they are the most underappreciated part of anyone's body. Most people believe that only the easily identifiable parts of our bodies are capable of arousing and satisfying our sexual needs. Not true. Every area of our body is capable in allowing us to achieve sexual satisfaction.

Beka realized she was in for a long night. She didn't know exactly where it would take her, but watching him writhe with pleasure made her know what took place was going to be worth the wait.

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