Cyberella: Preyfinders Universe (21 page)

“I don’t think he was sure but he suggested injection, or taking them into your mouth and swallowing.”

She put her hand to her throat then bowed her head over the paper crunched under her fingers. *
I’ve been reading. This is a note from me to you.*

It was something he’d missed. But he’d barely been in the bedroom today.

It came to him: she would believe this. Whatever it said on that paper.
Please let it be something good.

*It says that I loved you and that she...me.*
Ella cleared her throat. *
It says that she wanted you to do something.*

The way she distanced herself from the note wasn’t promising. “Ella –”

*Wait. Wait.*
She massaged her forehead and he waited, impatiently, but he waited. She met his gaze. Desperation seemed to bring her words into bright relief in the air. *
The note.
Please? Read?*
She held it up to him in a shaking hand and he took it, reading quickly.

Torgeir, my love. I bought this for you to use on me. There is no monster in you. I trust you absolutely, to the ends of the universe. Tie me up, make me yours in the way that you do that I can never resist.

Ella.

Seeing these words that had been written when she was herself shocked him. She had written this. The red rope he’d glimpsed beneath the wrapping finally made sense.

Oh gods.

He let his head rock back on his shoulders and rested the side of his fist on the bridge of his nose, stilling a panic that he’d never felt before. Or not since he had been young and reckless.

That was his Ella. Before she had changed.

When he looked down again, she was kneeling on the bed and she was typing.

*I want you to give me the nanogeers with a kiss.*

A kiss? His heart clenched. If only. He reread the airborne words, twice, then shook his head. “That could waste them. They might go anywhere. You won’t be able to sit still long enough for me to transfer them that way. I wish I could. I do.”

Why did she tease him so?

Those rose-red lips should be his. The way they curved and kinked up. The sounds she made with them when she came. His to bite, to torture, to claim.

Words he hadn’t meant to say aloud slipped out, the syllables breaking with tension. “I...need you.”

She slid her hand into the package and pulled it out, clutching an end of the rope. She opened her hand. The rope crossed her palm like a sacrificial token then trailed over her wrist
.
The stroke of blatant red spoke eloquently to his desires.

He put his hands behind his back, intermeshing his fingers to control himself.

Must. Not. Touch.

*Tie me up and kiss me.*

The words she’d just typed drifted in the air. They’d be orientated the right way round for whoever saw them, no matter where they stood. He’d be reading them at this very moment, taking in the meaning, thinking about what he might do. She couldn’t look at his eyes.

To ask this...no, to say this, to someone she didn’t know was enough to make her heartbeats sound like the drums of doom. Loud, insistent, and fast.

“Ella? Ella, look at me.”

The command thrilled her, sent a distinct shiver through her. She didn’t understand but she couldn’t resist. She raised her head.

He was right, of course, his tale before had aroused her. Him, this man Torgeir, when he’d come close enough to bite but just waited there, watching her, he’d turned her on. When she’d gone into the bedroom, she’d checked herself, though certain of what she’d find. The crotch of her panties had been wet through. So much so that she’d been compelled to change them when she dressed in the little shorts and soft top she wore to bed.

She’d hoped and not hoped, both at once, that he’d take the other bedroom. After all, they couldn’t touch.

Yet she’d just asked him to kiss her.

“Ella. Why? Why a kiss? I can spoon them into your mouth, Princess.”

Princess? The pet name messed with her mind.

*Because.*

Injecting the nanogeers was not going to happen. Eating them? That image had made a kiss leap to her mind and knowing what was in the note, everything had clicked.

She was angry, at herself, at the unknown person who’d harmed her, but mostly at the person in the note who’d fallen in love then let it slip away. She wanted that back and was willing to hurt, if in the end she could be herself again.

“Why. Answer me. I need a reason.”

Her fingers flew, typing so fast her thoughts seemed to stream to them. *Fate has been kicking my ass. A kiss is the perfect delivery method. It fills the niches, dots the T’s, it will complete me. I need to trick fate into making everything right again.*

She could see he didn’t understand and already he was shaking his head.

*
I’m an Earth girl. Trust me. It will work. Tie me up. Kiss me
.*

She didn’t know that it would work, not really. Maybe it was just the kiss she wanted? Maybe.

Torgeir was kind, he was kinky, and she could see he wouldn’t hurt her without permission.

Now he had it.

He straightened. His hands had been behind his back but he brought them forward and held them at his sides, relaxed but potentially capable of anything. The tautness in his face made her wonder if he was angry.

She counted his breaths and reached eleven before he answered her.

“I need a please.”

*
What?
*

“Please. I need that from you.”

*
Please?
*

“Thank you. If I am to do this, I need you to be honest. Are you still attracted to me, because if you’re not, I won’t do this.”

*
But this might make me feel about you as I used to
.*

“Yes. But I wouldn’t kiss you, I’d use a spoon.”

She almost laughed. *
You want to know how I feel? I’m nervous, but I’m also attracted to you.
* After a second she added, *
A spoon sounds perverted
.*

That brought out a smile, a small one but it was there, and she figured he’d only been thinking before and that he was nervous too. Which made sense if he loved her. Strange to think this man felt that way. Strange, yet exhilarating.

This had to work. Even if she never spoke again, she wanted to love. There must have been a reason for her to love him as deeply as it seemed she had.

*
Please. Do this
.*

“Very well. I have conditions. Arousal can change how the body feels pain.”

She nodded, even more nervous now. Where was this going?

“Before I kiss you, I will use the rope on you.” He picked up the rope from the bed and stray loops slid from his hand. “I’ll tie you so you can’t move away, as you suggested. Put one hand out, Ella.”

So smoothly said but she knew the significance. She’d asked him and now he was doing this. It would remove her ability to run. She had suggested it but...

“Is this what you want?”

It was, she decided. Even if it scared her. She held out her hand, watching as he formed a loop then slid it over her wrist without touching her.

“I’m going to bind you...” And he kept working with the rope as he spoke, tying her wrists together. “Not just to keep you still for the kiss. I’m going to arouse you.”

At that he paused, watching for her response, but all she did was clench her jaw and swallow. This was getting far too interesting.

“I’m going to do that because it may lessen the pain. Lie down on your back.”

She lay back, feeling vulnerable, and she tested out the virtual keyboard, to see if it would work like this. *
So much science
.*

“Yes.” Then he walked around the bed, rope in hand and tied the rope to something below the level of the mattress. It stretched her arms taut and above her head, though she could wriggle and make it loose, or she could until he tossed the rope under the bed, drew it out on the side where her legs dangled, and started to tie her ankles down, first one...

*
What are you doing?
*

He tied down the other ankle so her legs were in a
V
.

Arousal had arrived long ago, from the moment he walked in the room, but this made it worse.

Her anxiety cranked up another level. Spread out like this, so he could look at her when and how he wanted to? It turned her on fiercely. Where the seam of her shorts pressed between her legs, her clit throbbed, though might was also be because her clit had swelled and been pressing back.

He couldn’t touch her. This might be the ultimate in frustration.

“When you told me to tie you up, you gave me control. That note.” He sat on the bed, making it dip and he pointed. “When you wrote that, you knew this was a fetish of mine. Something I wanted to do to you.” He climbed up the bed then leaned forward, over her, but careful. “I’m not going to ask if you want this. I’m just going to do it.”

But he searched her face keenly and she’d had a chance to object.

“I need to see if clothes will stop your reaction. I think they will.”

Was that wishful thinking? His hand hovered above her clit, of all places.

She tugged on the ropes, all of them and they barely gave. As he lowered his hand she tried to sink into the bed.

*
Start somewhere less essential?
*

He didn’t seem to see the words and she switched to audio.

“No.” Though his fingers were an inch above the apex of her mons she would swear she could feel some hot electric energy reaching down to her. His fingers went lower, then lower again, and she whimpered.

“Shhh.”

The first touch made her jump. Her eyes sprang open and she watched as he drew little circles on her, directly over what felt like a bump in her shorts where her clit had popped up.

It hadn’t hurt, it hadn’t, and pleasure was radiating from that mildest of touches.

“This, is promising.” There was triumph in his tone.

She should remind him of his aim. Though it embarrassed her, she typed it. *
I’m aroused. Now you can –
*

“Quiet. You think I won’t keep going when I have you tied down? Besides. I like these shorts. They’re soft enough for me to feel all of you.”

She sucked in her lip. The man was so arrogant.

His fingers circled some more, around the periphery of her clit, then they smoothed down between her legs where her shorts had gathered. When he’d drawn her ankles down with the rope, the shorts had been shoved into her slit, the seam splitting her folds. There’d been nothing she could do.

“I thought not touching you was terrible but it seems there are
possibilities
. I’m going to make you come, once, then I’ll kiss you.”

She gasped then whimpered again as he somehow managed to delve deep enough with his fingers to part her lower lips. *
Careful!
*

“I am. I recall promising to insert things into you, long ago. I never did.” She lifted her head and glared. “After the kiss, I will do it. I think you’ll need distraction then anyway.”

From what the nanogeers might do?

“You’re wet so don’t bother complaining. No more typing. Feel.”

His fingers resumed their devilish work, probing at her, daring to force her panties into her slit until she ached for something to truly enter her. Something big. Like his cock. She bit back a groan. He pressed and circled her clit, until the imagined bump was definitely there and hard. Appalled, she realized she’d humped at his hand and she stopped, squeezing and flexing her thigh muscles and her toes, breathing through the pleasure.

How casual he was, taking his time, as if this, giving her orgasms, was his main aim.

*
The kiss?
*

“Shh.” He bit her hip through the shorts and she yelped and let her fingers fall silent. “Better.”

He looked up at her, contemplative, though his fingers were stroking her pussy and doing such dirty and delicious things. After another, deeper probe into her wet panties, she gave in. She huffed out a breath, flopped her head back, and arched. Her moans grew louder and she strained at the ropes in all directions.

Understanding stole in. If he’d let her go, if she didn’t feel such a victim of his devious designs, this wouldn’t be as exciting. There was something unique about being tied down so a man could do with her whatever he wanted to.

With his hand still playing with her, with her eyes half shut as she attempted to process what he did, he moved up her, biting her belly then the undersides of her breasts through the cloth. He reached her nipple. The heat and dampness, as his mouth closed on her over the shirt, then sucked firmly, shocked her.

She arched higher, mouth opening wide.

Nothing mattered. Nothing. Within seconds she was coming.

“Oh!” Her pussy clenched in and she tensed spasmodically, trying to bring her arms and legs in but caught in the rope.

Heart hammering, she relaxed her butt onto the bed, trying to regain her composure despite the slippery pressure of his fingers over her slit. Her panties would need changing again.

Torgeir sat up and took the vial from his pocket.

“I’m going to kiss you now. This has to be the craziest, most over-planned, and dangerous kiss in history. Before I forget. There’s a spot on your ankle you should get examined.”

She blinked, her chest still heaving. That. She remembered worrying about her ankle but not why.

He leaned over her, propped on his hands and pushing down the sheet. One hand was anchored above her head so that she sank into a small hollow.

It was odd having him free, looking down at her, while she was stretched out by ropes like some sexual exhibition.

Torgeir seemed fascinated. His gaze roamed over her face then followed the line of her arms up to her wrists.

“The red looks good wrapped around you.” His words drawled out, slow as sunlight heating skin. “I’ve wanted to do this since I first saw you. I just wish the reason for this was different. You’re like a little animal I’ve caught in my trap. Don’t move, Ella, apart from your pretty mouth.” His smile was enigmatic, his tone ironic.

When he extracted the vial’s contents using a micro syringe, then leaned his head back with the syringe tip above his closed lips, she realized there might be danger here for him too. These were her nanogeers, not his. He pressed on the plunger and she found she was holding her breath. He poised over her again and lowered his head. A thick silvery liquid had spread over the seam of his mouth.