| Title: In Training Author: N. Chapter Two Two more nights. Two more visits. He has never let his body take control of his mind before, but he’s starting to think it’s almost worth it. Hell, there’s no other way he’s going to get a fuck in his predicament. Yet he hates her even as he waits for her to bring him release. She touches him, her fingers wet with her own juices pushing under his top to circle his nipples. She strokes and teases his cock, always raising his need just enough to ensure he’ll behave. She runs her tongue along his mouth, licks the metal bit and the soft inside of his lower lip. He’d give anything to taste her properly. Tilting his head he gives her access to his throat and ear as she licks and kisses and nips the sensitive skin. Now she’s running her hands over his shaved scalp, and her fingers stop at the fastening of his bit, flicking the catch with her nail. He freezes. Will she take it off? He tips his head forward – an invitation. Her fingers play with the catch and though he still smells no fear on her, he knows she’s wondering what he’ll do once she gives him the freedom to talk, kiss, bite. One hand leaves the catch and he feels her laying a finger across his lips, a signal not to talk. He frowns and shakes his head. Fuck her. He won’t obey. Once that bit comes out he’s going to use his mouth to do what it was made for – to bite, to hurt, to tell her she’s a fucking cunt to use him like this – and he doesn’t care if she never comes to him again. But the bit doesn’t come out. Instead her hands drop away and she turns around between his legs. She lifts one leg over his thigh, her back against his chest, her ass pressing into his lap. Her skirts are up, and his pants are laid open, and there are points between them where their naked skin touches, sticking with sweat. His cock jumps in response. She reaches between her legs and finds it, pressing it up between her moist folds, rocking her hips against it, using him to rub herself. He leans back to enjoy it then pulls forward again, needing to make contact with her body. She bites down on a moan and he wonders why she doesn’t let it out. He’s figured out that she’s mute but he’s heard her moan and whimper. His own breathing turns deep and harsh. The tug deep in his loins sends a wave of pleasure through him. It’s almost… sensuous. And he’s not used to sensuous. He’s used to cold urgent sex without foreplay or passion. She presses back hard against him and comes, her hot flesh burning into him, juices flowing over him. She stops breathing for long seconds. He’s aching to be inside her. She slips off and faces him again, breathing hard now. She lays a finger against his lips and he finds himself nodding in assent. She touches his throat, too. No talking. No sounds at all. She unclips the bit and pulls it out slowly. He sets his jaw, all the things he wants to yell at her tumbling around in his head as he tries to pick the words that best express what he needs to say. But he grits his teeth and waits for her. He keeps his head down and his body still as she mounts him and fucks him. When he comes he doesn’t move or groan as he spurts into her. He lets her clean him up, and then he lets her have it. The only word he can think of. "Bitch." He chokes it out. She presses her forehead against his and shakes her head. She replaces the bit and she doesn’t come back for six nights. Riddick works hard by day. He’s still looking out for her, knowing now that he *will* hurt her when he finds her. He knows he’ll recognise her. He knows her weight, her height, the length of her hair, the size of her hands and breasts, the shape of her nose and chin and cheekbones, the feel of her young skin against his. He knows her smell. She comes back at last. He hears her footfalls outside the door and he’s already hard, tense, unsure of quite what his reaction will be when she reaches him. She slips out his engorged cock and strokes it. She touches his lips, kisses them through the bit. He’s so wound up he knows he can’t last long. She seems to know it, too. She slows down the pace of her caresses and, straddling his thighs, waits a long time before removing the bit. His cock rests against her curls of hair, and she strokes it there using his precum to moisten the head. He can’t suppress a groan as she engulfs him and lets him sink in deep. She touches his throat with one finger – a reminder. He draws breath to let loose a string of expletives but as she starts to move with slow deliberation he can’t speak. He forces his body to comply. No moving. No groaning. Just the sound of her thighs slapping down onto his, and their urgent breathing in the silence. He closes his throat to stop the sounds and exhales sharply when he comes. She kisses the corner of his mouth, lightly and unexpectedly. He turns his head towards her for more, but all he gets is the bit back between his teeth. Riddick waits for the bit to drop. She strokes his body, teases his nipples with her tongue through the fabric of his top, cups her hand around the bulge in his pants before opening the zipper. He has no more angry words for her. It’s worth it – a fuck every night for his compliance. In time, he’ll find a way to get even. She lifts herself up in his lap, poised above him, and he feels the touch of her mouth on his. Her tongue plays along his inner lip then probes between his teeth. He could bite off her tongue but he lets her do it without retaliation. The sensation is as sweet a thing as he’s ever felt and he shudders. His tongue finds hers and he leans into her to deepen the kiss. She pulls back instantly. "Fuck!" he hisses in reflex. He got carried away with the new sensation of the kiss, and his response overrode his training. *Fuck her* his mind rages, because he never intended to be "trained" in the first place. She lays a finger over his lips. She hasn’t left him, so he assumes she’ll move onto him and fuck him anyway. Instead she slips between his thighs and he feels her warm breath on his aching cock. Her hand cups his balls and she licks the shaft then circles the head wetly. She draws him deep into her mouth then releases him, blowing gently on the wet skin. He heaves air into his chest and forces himself to behave, yet he knows she’ll punish him for speaking. He gasps as he approaches climax, then almost chokes when she stops and squeezes the base of his cock hard to suppress the ejaculation. The desire to come drains away slowly as frustration threatens to overwhelm him. She waits a full minute for him to calm down, then begins again. He knows now how it will go. His climax rises even faster this time, and again she prevents it. She waits, proceeds, and again denies him. His body is shaking but he dares not move or speak. If he misbehaves again, he knows she’ll leave him hanging. Maybe the bitch will torture him like this for a week anyway, before she lets him come. She takes him to the brink one more time, then eases him down and stands up. She licks his mouth, one hand creeping around his head to hold him there. Her tongue swirls over his full lips and tastes the sensitive membranes inside. She finds his tongue with hers, touches it, jabs at it playfully, testing him. Her mouth forms a smile. She smears her musky juice on his lips and licks it off. He resists the urge to lick his lips and makes do with her scent instead, drawing it in with his nostrils and mouth. She moves her head so that their lips slide wetly against each other, back and forth. She sucks his lower lip and bites gently. She moves over him and fucks him, and within seconds he climaxes, his body convulsing more strongly than ever before. He feels light-headed and heavy-limbed. Shit, what’s she done to him? He presses his face into her shoulder, gasping for air, and she lets him rest like that, stroking the back of his neck. She kisses his throat as she replaces the bit, and leaves him. |