Hel couldn't have resisted him even if she'd wanted to. Her body screamed for his. His gentle pressure on her hip and the feel of his mouth against hers made her moan. His grip tightened and he sighed into her. She felt his fingers tease just past the waistline of her pants. She involuntarily ground her ass back into his groin and he broke the kiss with a hiss as both his hands came down hard on her hips.
"Love," he sighed, pressing his face against the back of her neck. She felt his lips move against her and it sent a shiver down her spine. "Would you like me to show you what I dreamed about last night?"
His voice was dark and smooth, making her insides feel slippery. She wanted him. She wanted to let him take control. But right next to that longing ran the fear.
"I-I can't- I want-" she shook her head.
"Shhh," he circled his arms around her again, "I'm sorry. I don't mean to make you uncomfortable. You're just… It's hard not to want you. But it can wait. I'm not in a rush."
"I am," she breathed, "That's why-" she gripped his arms tight, "I miss how you could just peel away all my worries. I didn't have to be strong or make decisions. I could just hand myself over to you and trust that you'd take care of me and…" she trailed off.
"And that trust is gone," he said softly.
"Not…gone, just- I don't know. Weakened?"
His arms tightened and he sighed, "I'm sorry," a dry laugh followed, "I'm sure you're already tired of hearing me say that."
"No, not so long as you mean it." She laughed, "Too bad we can't do it in reverse."
"Hnh, do what in reverse?"
"You know. Me tie you up or something," she turned her head to grin at him and share the joke but found him looking down at her, considering.
"Would…that make you feel better?"
"What? I was just," she huffed, "I wasn't being serious."
He pulled away to turn her around to face him. She found it difficult to meet his eyes and stared at his chest. He couldn't really be taking her seriously. Thoughts of him on his knees, doing anything she said, crowded into her mind. She was surprised how much the imagery intrigued her.
"Love?" He leaned in to whisper against her left ear, "Do you want to teach me a lesson?"
Heat bloomed in her cheeks and between her legs, "I…" Do I?!
He slowly knelt in front of her, his knees on the metal of the satellite dish, parted so she fit between them. His hands rested loosely on his thighs. He tilted his head to look up at her. Hel swallowed hard. She'd thought this could only go one way. It had never occurred to her that he could be the one trying to be obedient.
"Tell me what to do," he said.
She licked her lips, "I don't know…"
"I remember the safe word," he gave a sideways grin.
She took a deep breath and reached out to run her fingers through his short beard, "Y-you're sure?"
"Yes."
She gripped the beard on his chin and jerked his head up, "I hope you know what you're doing."
"Not really. I've never played this role before. But I'll do anything for you, love."
"Anything?" she quirked an eyebrow up.
"Anything."
She released his chin and gave him a slap across his left cheek. His eyes went wide but he didn't say anything. She gave him another, this time a little harder. His cheek went red and he had to turn his head back to center. She smoothed her hand over his reddened cheek.
"Still willing to do anything?"
"Yes," his voice was low and his hands clenched in fists above his thighs.
"Strip, then get back on your knees."
He stood and pulled the t-shirt up over his head. He was much thinner than the last time she'd seen him nude. His dark chest hair and the sharp angles of his ribs gave his skin an almost ghoulish appearance. She'd hate to know what she looked like to him. He slid the jeans down past his hips and she felt her pulse ramp up at the sight of his cock. She was shocked to see it was half hard. He folded his clothes to the side and returned to his knees. His gray-blue eyes watched her carefully.
She caressed his right cheek, "Are you going to be a good slave?"
His eyes narrowed for a moment. Don't like that word, do you? She waited.
"Yes," the word dragged out of him.
"Yes, what?"
He opened and shut his mouth, his eyes darkened, "Yes, I'll be a good slave."
"Put your hands together behind your back and sit up straighter."
He obeyed, the movement accentuated the dip of his pelvis towards his cock. It was still half hard. Hel wondered how much of that was because he was actually enjoying himself and how much was just the fact that he was naked in front of her after so long. She put her hand on the cheek she'd slapped before. His eyes never left hers. She leaned down and kissed him. His tongue slid into her mouth eagerly and he pushed back as passionately as she did.
She pulled back and slapped his right cheek. A ragged gasp burst from him. Her hand on his other cheek had supported his head from turning. Both his cheeks were reddened under the scruff of his beard. She put a little more force behind the next slap and he growled through clenched teeth. She leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on each cheek.
"Good slave. Straighten up." He'd slumped just a bit after the second slap. He sat up and she crouched to run her hand down his chest. Her fingers traced over his abdomen and barely brushed over the base of his cock. He shivered and his cock twitched. She grinned. This was more fun than she'd thought."You want to fuck me," she looked up at his eyes, "Don't you?"
"Yes."
"Do you think you deserve to fuck me?"
He hesitated and licked his lips, "No."
She nodded and straightened. She walked around him, her right hand following his collarbone to his shoulder and back to the base of his neck. She scraped her fingernails halfway down his back and up again. Resting her hands on his shoulders, she said, "If you do everything I say, I'll let you put that cock in me. But, look at me," he tilted his head up and locked eyes with her, "If you don't mind me, I'll leave you rock hard and wanting. Understand?"
"Yes."
"Take one of your hands and grab your cock."
He moved his right hand to his cock and gripped it. A small, sharp intake of breath accompanied the movement. She walked around to his front and caressed his right cheek. She could tell by the way he held his head that he expected her to slap him again.
"I want you to watch me, slave. Watch me and jerk that cock. Don't look away. Do not cum. Do not stop jerking off."
He started a slow motion, pulling his hand toward the tip and squeezing, sliding back down to the base and repeating. Hel unbuttoned her pants and slid them off. His eyes went straight to her pussy and his hips jerked towards his hand. She grinned and laid her pants down on the metal floor. She crouched, legs spread so he could see her clearly. She slid the fingers of her right hand down between the folds of her pussy. She knew she was wet, but she was still surprised at how wet she was. Pulling her fingers away, she leaned forward and smeared her juices over the head of his cock.
…
Burke groaned and very nearly lost control. He had no idea he'd have this sort of reaction to being the one submitting. His cock was hard in his hand, face tingling from her slaps. Now feeling the wet slick of her spreading over him, he desperately wanted her to do more. The metal was hard against his knees but compared to everything else, it was a dull irritant at the back of his mind.
He watched as she leaned back and laid herself out before him. Her fingers spread her open so he could see her pink, soaking core. His breath came in gasps as his hand worked his cock. She held herself open with one hand while the other slid two fingers inside her. She moaned, "This is what I've had to resort to since you left. Fucking myself." The fingers pumped in and out slowly and she circled her clit with the finger of her other hand. Burke watched the walls of her pussy clasp against her fingers as juices leaked out of her. He jerked his cock as carefully as he could, but he still wasn't sure he was going to be able to last. He tried to think of something else to keep himself from cumming, but the sight of her was more than he could handle. His eyes drifted shut for a moment.
"Slave," her voice admonished him and he snapped his eyes open, "You're supposed to be watching me."
Fuck. So much for obeying, "I'm sorry-" he started, but she shook her head and he fell silent.
She pulled her fingers away and stood in front of him, "Open your mouth and hold out your tongue."
He did. She slid the two fingers that had been inside her into his mouth. The taste of her made him weak. He'd missed it so much.
"Clean them off."
He closed his mouth over her fingers and greedily licked and sucked the juices off. All the while, the pressure inside of him was building. He wasn't going to make it. He pulled back and gasped, "Nuclear."
She tilted her head, "Really?"
"Love, I can't keep from cumming, please."
She leaned forward, "You're going to give up now? I took you up the ass and didn't wimp out. You can't even manage this for me?"
He gaped. She had a point, but still…
She glanced down at his stationary hand on his cock, "I didn't tell you to stop."
"Love-"
"We can quit if you want to," she straightened and crossed her arms, "But you won't get to fuck me."
He blinked. He'd already failed, hadn't he? Was being inside her even still on the table? His hand started moving before he'd finished the thought, apparently his body didn't want to risk it.
She smiled, "Good slave."
He hated the word, but somehow when she said it, it sent heat to his groin. She stepped closer, straddling him so her pussy was directly in front of his face. She slid her hand behind his head and urged him forward. He looked up at her.
"Lick me. Make me cum on your face."
He leaned forward to do as she asked. He pressed his face up against her and slid his tongue in. She moaned low and gasped, "Fuck yes, that's it." His hand continued to jerk his cock as he desperately fought back his building orgasm. The smell and taste of her drove him wild. He'd yearned for her so long. He licked and sucked at her as she moaned and squealed, grinding herself against his face. Being used like this, giving her pleasure after so long, it was too much. His body trembled with the strain of holding back. He could always refuse to keep playing, but this was about regaining her trust. He wanted to prove he wasn't just there to take from her.
"Burke," she moaned his name and he couldn't keep himself from throwing his left arm around her thighs and clinging to her as he pressed in deeper. She cried out and came, juices gushing over his chin and down his neck. Her hands gripped his shoulders for balance. He couldn't help it, his cock betrayed him and he jerked himself to completion under her. Groaning as he lapped at her, he felt wave after wave of cum explode out of him.
Hel slid her pussy back and forth against his tongue, mewling as she came down. Out of breath, she stumbled back and looked down at him. He slumped, gasping for breath. He was drenched in her cum and his seed was scattered across the satellite dish between them. Her bare foot stepped in a glob of it when she backed away from him. He shivered as he released his cock.
"You came," she said, voice shaky.
"I warned you."
"You didn't mind me."
He looked up at her, "No," his breath was still unsteady.
"You don't get your reward then," and she bent to retrieve her pants.
He let out a short laugh, "You don't exactly play fair."
She slid her pants on and before he could move, scooped up his pile of clothes and scampered for the hatch.
"What the fuck?! Helen!" he tried to stand to chase her, but between his orgasm and kneeling for so long, his legs were useless and he only stumbled before having to catch himself on his hands.
"Nuh-uh, you deserve a punishment. Stay here," she grinned as she lowered herself halfway down the hatch.
"I swear to fucking God, little girl. If you fucking leave me up here, I'll-"
"You'll what? Spank me?"
"You have no idea what I can do to you," he growled. She can't really mean to leave me up here like this.
"I'll send Charon up with a change of clothes in an hour or so," and she disappeared.
Teehee, another spicy chapter! I hope you guys are all still enjoying this. I know I am, Burke and Hel seem to be enjoying themselves too. ;P
Much love,
Meg