Stark Pleasure; the Space Magnate's Mistress (The LodeStar Series) (16 page)

“Again,” he urged, his voice rough. “Ah, you have no idea how lovely you look. Another time I’ll—but that will wait.”
 

Another time, what? She hesitated, jolted out of her haze of pleasure

He withdrew a little and then thrust back into her mouth. “Look at me,” he urged. He looked down into her eyes as he thrust again and again, fucking her mouth. She curled her tongue, caressing him with it each time he withdrew.
 

“It’s good, isn’t it, little cat?”
 

She nodded as best she could with her mouth full, surprised to find she meant it. She liked doing this for him.
 

He withdrew with clear regret. “That was very good,” he told her, lifting her up with his hands on her waist. “But now, I need to be inside your tight little cunt.”

He kissed her deeply, cupping her mons with one hand and swallowing her hoarse whimper of eagerness at the thought of having him inside her again. “Are you ready for me?”
 

“Yes, Logan.”

He thrust two fingers up inside her, his breath hissing in sharply as she contracted around his fingers. “Yes, I do believe you are. I’d like to take you from behind.”

“Okay.” She liked that—it meant she could touch herself and get off faster.

“Such eagerness.”
 

He guided her to climb onto the bed and lie on her stomach. He tucked one of the fat cushions under her hips, so that her ass was tilted into the air, her arms braced before her.
 

This was a little weird. She felt at once admired and exposed. The bed shifted as he moved off of the bed and then came back again. He trailed his fingertips through her wetness, pushing her legs wider apart. Something warm dripped down the crevice of her ass, trickling over her labia.

“Is that what you used last night?” she asked, twisting to look at him over her shoulder.
 

He knelt between her thighs, looking down at her. “Mm, yes it is,” he said. “Now, I’m going to use it on your pretty little ass, kitten. Hold still for me, that’s right.”

Kiri flinched as she felt his slick finger massaging the gesic into the tight ring of muscle. “I don’t really like being touched there.”

“Are you sure about that?” He leaned over her, bending his head to kiss a soft line up her back while he continued to stroke her.
 

Well, of course she was sure, or she wouldn’t have said so. But then the warm tingling seemed to dart inside her, and she gasped. He made a sound of approval.

“I believe you’re ready for a very, very small toy.”

“A what?” Kiri stiffened. “You’re not shoving some mechanical in me.”

He smacked her bottom with the flat of his hand. The sting distracted her—almost—from the soft heat of something pushing inside her ass. “Of course not. This is just a soft plug.”

Too small and soft to be his finger, slicked with the gesic, and already tingling and heating her untried flesh. It was a soft cylinder of some kind. Strange, as if he were invading her everywhere. She writhed, wanting to get away from it and yet wanting to push back against it at the same time. She gripped the soft coverlet, moving restlessly.

“Shh, just stay still for a moment, kitten. I’m putting one in myself as well. It will increase the sensation when we fuck.”

He was using one on himself? Kiri had to admit that the sensation of the soft plug coated with the gesic inside her ass was very … stimulating. It was like him, maddening and beguiling at the same time.

Logan bent, spooning his body over hers, one hand sliding under her belly to cup her mons, surrounding her with heat and strength. He nipped at her ear and then rimmed it with his tongue, teasing her there as he stroked her labia with his fingers.
 

She arched up against him, then retreated, struggling to deal with the onslaught of sensations as the move pressed the plug more firmly into her ass.
 

He rimmed her pussy with his fingers, spreading the gesic inside her and out, until she was throbbing with excitement. He stroked her clitoris, and she whimpered, the soft, high sound cutting through the quiet room.

“Do you need to be fucked, Kiri?” His voice was deep velvet in her ear, beguiling her.

“Yes.” She needed him to finish what he’d begun, help her surrender to the dark, sweet flames he’d kindled in her. She pressed up into his touch, her fingers twisting in the coverlet.

“How do you want it, kitten? Hard?”

“Yes,
hard
.”

He reared up behind her, and Kiri moaned as she felt his shaft, hot and blunt and impossibly big, press into her swollen pussy. The pressure increased the sensation of the soft plug in her ass, until she could scarcely bear the overload of sensation.
 

He grasped her hips with his hands and began to thrust. Stretching her to the limits, his cock raked the walls of her pussy and landed against the perfect spot deep inside her. Hot, she was so hot. And she needed … ah, yes, this. His cock pounding inside her, his hands holding her for his swift lunges, his groin smacking her ass with each hard thrust.

His, she was his, her most private places full of him and his desire. All she had to do was accept what he gave her, and she was safe. Safe to unfurl her claws and be wild.
 

The dark pleasure built and built until it imploded inside her pussy and surged outward, through her ass, through her body. She came, crying out his name, and came again as he stiffened over her, flooding her with his own cum. He made a deep sound in his chest, the low growl of a big predator, sated.

He relaxed slowly, bending to press a kiss to the small of her back as he pulled slowly out of her. Kiri lay there, exhausted as he took the pillow away and sat back. He turned her over onto her back, touching her face. “All right, little cat?”

She dragged her eyes open. His face was relaxed, his cheekbones flushed, his hair damp with perspiration, as was his long, powerful torso. His cock hung replete and glistening on his thigh.

“Next time I want to hold you,” she complained, looking at his broad chest.
 

“If you ask very nicely. Now, do you want to sleep, or eat?”

She was exhausted, but more than that she was hungry. “Eat. But first I want to wash.” And get his toy out of her ass.
 

“The toy will dissolve after a little time,” he told her. He cupped one of her breasts in his palm, his touch warm and sure. “I’d like you to wear yours to lunch.”

Was he joking?
 

“Kiri.” He waited, petting her.

She rolled her eyes. “Fine. If you will.”

He smiled slowly. “Very well. But then you’ll owe me a favor.”

“What?”

He stroked his other hand up her thigh and traced her swollen labia, wet with his seed. “There are other toys designed to wear here, in your cunt. They stimulate and arouse as you go about your day.”
 

“No way. That’s really twisty.” Her face burning, Kiri rolled away from his beguiling touch and sat up.

He laughed, that deep sound in his chest that she loved. He pulled her back against his chest and pressed his mouth to her ear. “Want to wager that you will wear it for me? That and other toys?”
 

When he held her like this, surrounded by his heat and strength, she was afraid he could talk her into every wicked thing he imagined. She didn’t seem to have much willpower where he was concerned.
 

“You don’t own me,” she muttered.
 

He nipped at her earlobe. “That could change if you like.”

If she’d like him to
own her
? What the quark kind of a thing was that to say?

His grip changed, a new tension humming between them. “Kiri,” he said, a new note in his voice. “There’s only one facet of you I want to possess—that is your sexuality. And one thing you must remember, as we go forward. This, between us—sex play is all it will ever be.”

She froze. How was she supposed to answer that? Was he already regretting his decision to bring her here?

He stroked his fingertips over her cheek. “It needs to be said. I don’t want you to waste your time wishing for more.”
 

Turning her face into the soft coverlet, she let a soft sound escape her throat.
 

“Oh, Logan,” she choked. “I—I think it’s too late. After all this, how can you expect me not to love you, at least a little? I’ve been so lonely, so lost. And you’re so … so masterful. You swept into my life and took care of me.”

She shook her head, pressing her forehead into the bed. “I can’t help it. I do want to be yours … in every way.”

It was his turn to freeze, his big body going hard over her. “Kitten...”

She lost control then, her body shaking with the force of her emotion.
 

He grabbed her arm in a bruising grip and flipped her over. “Are you
laughing
?”

He looked taken aback. She let her laughter spill out in the quiet room, patting his chest in consolation. It was starry to be one up on him for once.

“Honestly, Logan Stark. Are you for real? I’ve got enough trouble without you bossing me around even more. And as far as falling in love just because you’re good at sex—not gonna happen.”

He shook his head wryly. “One thing is certain. You won’t bore me.”

She shrugged. “Same.”

“My only wish is to entertain and amuse you.” He swatted her lightly on the hip. “Now up. I’m hungry.”

He slid off the bed and walked away toward his lav. Kiri did the same, in the other direction. He was right, it would be a waste of her time to long for more than sex, no matter how good it felt to be held in his arms.

She already one impossible star to reach for, she didn’t need another.
 

Chapter 13

Kiri showered in the private, feminine bath between Stark’s bedroom and the mistress room. She was exhausted, her arms and legs trembling, and she leaned against the wall of the enclosure instead of standing erect. She managed to wash off and then sank down onto the bench outside, her face buried in the soft towel.

Great God beyond, what chaos her life had become. Like the explosion of a star, leaving the once bright glow scattered across space in chunks of rock. Okay, so her future hadn’t been all that starry, but at least she’d had a place of her own. Now, she wasn’t sure what the seven hells she had. Maybe a safe haven, maybe just a soft landing before she was catapulted out into the cold, dirty streets again.

Her stomach growled, reminding her that part of her ailment was that she needed nourishment. Evidently being arrested took lots of nutrition.
 

So did sex with Logan Stark. She shook her head, smiling with embarrassment at how he beguiled her into doing exactly what he wanted. Drying herself off, she tugged her new panties up. So soft and delicate.

She made a face as they snugged into place. She could still feel the remnants of the plug in her ass, as well as the gesic. And her pussy was tender from his cock pounding inside her. She felt like a sexual creature. This confused her, which made her want to snarl with irritation.
 

She was used to knowing exactly who she was, even after a night with an attractive guy. Kiri te Nawa, owner of her own business, looking out for herself and working hard for what she wanted. This man made her want to forget the world outside his penthouse, outside his bedroom. And as he had just reminded her, that was the wrong thing to do.

Her new cosmetics had been placed on the counter before the lighted mirrors. She opened the pots and tubes and carefully used the eye shadow and lip gloss as she’d been shown. Then, finger combing her damp hair into tousled waves, she gazed at her finished reflection in the mirror.
 

Tired, with shadows in her eyes, but she still looked pretty good. Of course sex with him had put that flush in her cheeks, not the makeup and new clothes. She frowned at her glowing reflection. She’d was a tough, independent woman, had been since she was a teen. She needed to remember that and not let him take over her life—because he might not want her clinging to him, but she didn’t doubt that he’d boss her around just as much as she let him.
 

Her gaze skittered away, her cheeks hot as she recalled just how good it was to allow him to take over in the bedroom. She pressed her hands to her hot cheeks, blowing out a hard breath, remembering kneeling before him, pleasuring him with her mouth. Lying spread on the pillows for him, able only to take what he did to her.
 

She caught her breath as her pussy contracted in remembered pleasure, the remnants of the gesic in her ass sending a tingle of sensation through her. She’d never even imagined letting a man hold her still, or use toys on her, never considered it an attractive part of sex play, and here she was, going off to eat a meal with her body still preoccupied with the remnants of passion.
 

She didn’t understand the pull he exerted on her. Too much to try and cipher out now. How could she explain to him that he wasn’t to fall for her, either, as she had no intention of falling in love with any man? If she said it now, it would sound as though she was only trying to give him tit for tat.