family?"
"How's my..." She blinked, visibly
disoriented, and met his eyes directly. " Deity , Aya, please
don't make me think of my mother while you're hard between my
legs."
"You were getting too far away from me."
"The seamsdroid is going to charge us a
fortune for your wardrobe," she muttered, blowing her brunette
fringe from her eyes. "Fine. My mother thinks she knows what's best
for me and I disagree. I'm on great terms with my dad. We're...oh,
damn. I forgot. I have to meet them for dinner tonight. And so do
you. We need to hurry."
She renewed her resistance to his hold, her
face gone pale with something akin to panic. Shit . Not the
result he'd wanted. He raised his arms and threaded his fingers
through hers, aligning their palms. Quietly, he said, "Noelle, take
a deep breath and look at me. Whatever just went through your head,
you need to let it go."
"I don't want you to have to deal with my
mother," she said miserably. "You didn't even get a choice. No
choices at all, not about me or—”
"You're wrong, baby. I get to choose how I'm
going to love you and in that department, you are going to have
very little say. You may as well get over any guilt you're feeling
right now because I'm not going to feel even a little remorse when
I make you beg for my cock."
Wide-eyed, some of the passion-color
returning to her cheeks, she whispered, "Then I'm not going to feel
bad when my mother summons you to help her with the dishes.
Alone."
"I'm a big boy." He angled his hips to prove
it, riding close and hard against her sex. "Now. Next
question."
"Next question." She drew a deep breath and
held it.
"What do you really think of these?"
His tentacles constricted around her wrists,
loosened, and the dark tips tickled the inner slopes of her
forearms. Aya tilted his head, watching the contrast between thick,
ropey muscle and pale, tender skin. Deity, the things he wanted to
do to her.
Noelle followed his gaze and exhaled the
pent-up air. Voice reedy and thin, she said, "I think they give you
unfair advantage."
"Alright. Now, no more worrying over my
disadvantages. I can handle your friends and your family." He
kissed her ear, not relinquishing his hold on her hands. "Do you
want born children or created children?"
"You want children?" She asked, wondering how
his genetic makeup would manifest in offspring. They’d have to talk
seriously about his altered traits and possibly look into some
alteration of the fetus.
"My questions, your answers,” Aya said,
stopping her legal brain in its tracks.
Her feminine growl made him grin. "You agreed
to play," he reminded.
"Fine. If I were to have a child, I would
prefer a born child. Next?"
"Why'd you choose a house instead of a
blockunit?"
"I wanted a garden. Next?"
"Do you prefer sex in the morning or at
night?"
Noelle narrowed her eyes and dug her heels
into the backs of his thighs, small punishment given the daintiness
of her flats. "I want it right now ."
"While 'right now' isn't one of the options I
gave you, I'll overlook your impertinence." Finally, he separated
their hands and stroked down her arms, pausing to play with her
nipples, fascinated by the give of soft flesh. She'd said she
wanted him to lick instead of bite, but... He stroked her jaw and
gently removed the small clip holding her hair behind her ear.
Stubbornly silent, she eyed him as he studied the inside of the
clip and ran his thumb over the teeth. Aya met her eyes and held
them. Walking his fingers down the midline of her stomach, he
paused above her navel and drew a circle with the edge of his
fingernail. Noelle hissed and ground her hips forward, still trying
to align his cock with her clitoris. Before she could beg again, he
used the clip's teeth to pinch her skin, clamping with the nubby
points. She moaned and bucked. "Which do you prefer, Noelle? My
fingernails or the clip?"
"Damn it," she growled. "I am not going to
forgive you for this."
"You'll thank me, though. Answer."
"The
"How's my..." She blinked, visibly
disoriented, and met his eyes directly. " Deity , Aya, please
don't make me think of my mother while you're hard between my
legs."
"You were getting too far away from me."
"The seamsdroid is going to charge us a
fortune for your wardrobe," she muttered, blowing her brunette
fringe from her eyes. "Fine. My mother thinks she knows what's best
for me and I disagree. I'm on great terms with my dad. We're...oh,
damn. I forgot. I have to meet them for dinner tonight. And so do
you. We need to hurry."
She renewed her resistance to his hold, her
face gone pale with something akin to panic. Shit . Not the
result he'd wanted. He raised his arms and threaded his fingers
through hers, aligning their palms. Quietly, he said, "Noelle, take
a deep breath and look at me. Whatever just went through your head,
you need to let it go."
"I don't want you to have to deal with my
mother," she said miserably. "You didn't even get a choice. No
choices at all, not about me or—”
"You're wrong, baby. I get to choose how I'm
going to love you and in that department, you are going to have
very little say. You may as well get over any guilt you're feeling
right now because I'm not going to feel even a little remorse when
I make you beg for my cock."
Wide-eyed, some of the passion-color
returning to her cheeks, she whispered, "Then I'm not going to feel
bad when my mother summons you to help her with the dishes.
Alone."
"I'm a big boy." He angled his hips to prove
it, riding close and hard against her sex. "Now. Next
question."
"Next question." She drew a deep breath and
held it.
"What do you really think of these?"
His tentacles constricted around her wrists,
loosened, and the dark tips tickled the inner slopes of her
forearms. Aya tilted his head, watching the contrast between thick,
ropey muscle and pale, tender skin. Deity, the things he wanted to
do to her.
Noelle followed his gaze and exhaled the
pent-up air. Voice reedy and thin, she said, "I think they give you
unfair advantage."
"Alright. Now, no more worrying over my
disadvantages. I can handle your friends and your family." He
kissed her ear, not relinquishing his hold on her hands. "Do you
want born children or created children?"
"You want children?" She asked, wondering how
his genetic makeup would manifest in offspring. They’d have to talk
seriously about his altered traits and possibly look into some
alteration of the fetus.
"My questions, your answers,” Aya said,
stopping her legal brain in its tracks.
Her feminine growl made him grin. "You agreed
to play," he reminded.
"Fine. If I were to have a child, I would
prefer a born child. Next?"
"Why'd you choose a house instead of a
blockunit?"
"I wanted a garden. Next?"
"Do you prefer sex in the morning or at
night?"
Noelle narrowed her eyes and dug her heels
into the backs of his thighs, small punishment given the daintiness
of her flats. "I want it right now ."
"While 'right now' isn't one of the options I
gave you, I'll overlook your impertinence." Finally, he separated
their hands and stroked down her arms, pausing to play with her
nipples, fascinated by the give of soft flesh. She'd said she
wanted him to lick instead of bite, but... He stroked her jaw and
gently removed the small clip holding her hair behind her ear.
Stubbornly silent, she eyed him as he studied the inside of the
clip and ran his thumb over the teeth. Aya met her eyes and held
them. Walking his fingers down the midline of her stomach, he
paused above her navel and drew a circle with the edge of his
fingernail. Noelle hissed and ground her hips forward, still trying
to align his cock with her clitoris. Before she could beg again, he
used the clip's teeth to pinch her skin, clamping with the nubby
points. She moaned and bucked. "Which do you prefer, Noelle? My
fingernails or the clip?"
"Damn it," she growled. "I am not going to
forgive you for this."
"You'll thank me, though. Answer."
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