Then her tongue touched him again, this time right above her hand. She trailed it up along the underside of his erection and wiggled it against him as she reached the little notch below the head. His hips thrust up at her once, involuntarily. She laughed throatily, then her mouth engulfed him fully, sucking him into its warms depths.
She slipped down on him, sucking him in hard and then pulling back, her lips trailing over him. Her head moved down again, hot against him. She moaned, unable to control herself. Up and down she went, moving faster and faster.
The sensations built in him. He was so sensitive that the motions of her lips and tongue against him were almost painful. He was getting closer, his breath came faster and his heart pounded in his chest.
Her mouth pulled away from him, and she was sitting up, giving him that smile again. Then she was scooting up his body, her hair sending shivers through him as it trailed along his skin. She raised her hips and slid down over him; he grunted in reaction to her movement. She was a hot, tight glove enclosing him, squeezing him. Her hands were braced against his chest as she twisted her body against his, massaging him with her interior muscles. Then she froze, and he heard an embarrassed cough. She sat up, still impaled on his length.
Drake leaned up on his elbows and looked to see who had entered.
His spymaster was standing there, wearing the uniform of a servant and holding a heavily laden tray. The man looked up and down her body with interest.
"You requested food, Your Grace," the man said in dulcet tones. "Shall I put the tray on the table?"
"Yes," Drake said, his voice harsh. The witch had started squeezing him again as she sat their, her movements completely invisible to their audience. "On the table, that will be all," he gasped out.
The man gave him a sardonic look, then turned to set down the tray. He gave them a curt bow, then turned to leave the room. Drake let himself fall back down on the bed, straining as she continued working him deep inside. The door closed with a click, and she gave a tinkling laugh.
"What's the matter, Drake?" she asked, grinning down at him.
"I'll show you," he grunted, trying not to grin back at her. Moving quickly, he rolled her under him, thrusting deeply into her. She moaned, twisting against him as she brought her legs up and around to powerfully clasp his hips. Her hands reached down to his butt, digging into each cheek as she pulled him down into her. He drove down into her again and again, pushing as deeply as he could. He wanted to bury himself in her, to push so deeply into her body that the feel of him was imbedded in her. He realized he was trying to brand her, that he felt possessive of her.
She was whimpering now, and she bucked against him as he pressed her harder down into the bed. Her fingers dug deeply into him, raking up his back, leaving a trail of fire in his skin. She was marking him, he realized. The pain of her touch only made him more excited, more eager to possess her. She was wild, and she was his. But she wouldn't give in easily.
She whimpered again, and he could feel her starting to convulse around him. He gritted his teeth with exertion; he was so close. He slammed his c**k into her again, hitting deep and hard and she exploded under him. She screamed a high-pitched wailing noise that cut through him. She squeezed him so tightly it hurt, her muscles seeming to scrape against his hypersensitive skin. His balls were hard, tight with his seed. He thrust one more time and then came, the hot liquid shooting out of him with explosive force. His blood roared in his ears, and he collapsed on her, gasping for breath.
After a moment to recover, he rolled off of her. She was still gasping and whimpering from her own release, but she rolled onto his chest and kissed him deeply.
"Will you mind being my mistress?" he asked her when they paused for air. She smiled down at him, her face flushed pleasantly pink from her exertions.
"Oh, no, I won't mind at all," she whispered. "I'm looking forward to it."
Chapter 5
"Guildmistress Karya?" Calanna's voice drifted softly into the room. Her voice was unsteady, off balance.
"Yes, child?" Karya asked, leaning back in her comfortable chair.
"You have a call, from Lord Von'hot," she replied, seemingly dazed. "Lord Von'hot, himself, not his secretary or anything…"
"I'll take it from here, Calanna," Karya said, careful to inject her tone with confusion. She had no doubt their conversation was being monitored by Imperial spies. Leaning over, she carefully switched on her screen. The picture she saw next was one of decadent debauchery.
Drake Von'hot was calling her from his bedroom. He was lounging back against a pile of silken pillows.
Dani was kneeling before him, her blond hair draped across his lower body. Karya assumed she was performing fellatio, although it was hard to tell. With clinical detachment, she noticed the girl was the consummate professional. Nothing in her stance betrayed the fact that this most intimate of acts was being performed before a view screen.
"Guildmistress Karya," Drake said, his voice filled with smug triumph. "I thought I'd call and let you know myself that I've convinced Daniella here to come work for me, now." He reached down with one hand, patting her head as if she were some exotic pet.
"I see," Karya replied coldly. "You do realize that it is against our code for her to make a contract with you without Guild sanction. It is traditional for a man of your position to make such arrangements through the local Guild authority. In this case, that would be me."
"I don't think that's necessary," he replied, smiling at her. "As I'm sure you've noticed, the Guild no longer holds the same position in this sector that it once held. Daniella has already made her decision."
Karya's hands clenched against the armrests of her chair. Her voice betrayed no tension, however, as she calmly asked, "Dani, is this true?"
Dani lifted her head from Drakes lap, and turned to look into the view screen. Her face was flushed, her lips red and swollen. She had the look of a woman who had been well loved.
"Yes, Karya," she said, her voice filled with malicious glee. "Lord Von'hot's made me a wonderful offer too good to refuse. Especially since he'll be paying me directly, not through the Guild. I'm tired of giving my earnings away to people like you."
"Daniella, you do realize that if you do this, you'll be expelled from the Guild. We're here to protect you-" Karya said, but her voice was cut off by a scream in the outer office. Calanna burst through the door, crying. Behind here were six heavily armed men in Drake's livery.