I Prefer the Mind Control Rewrite - Chapter 18
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My phone rang just as I snuggled against Xan’s chest, trying to make myself comfortable. I guessed comfort was out of the fucking question as it was Preston calling me. Pulling myself away from Xan, I answered the call with a sinking stomach. My roommate hadn’t taken very long at all to call me back.
“Hey, Preston?” I said, managing to keep my voice relatively steady
“What’s going on? When you say this is important, you better mean it since phone calls aren’t exactly respecting my need for space,” he muttered.
I leaned back against the couch and didn’t touch Xan at all. Even over the phone, it felt kind of weird to cuddle my new maybe-boyfriend while talking to Preston when he needed space. I sighed, “Yeah, it’s important. Xan’s leaving in, like, a week.”
“And you want me to be sad your new lover is leaving? Is that it?” he scoffed. I could hear the sadness beneath the disdain and felt my stomach fucking twist. Preston was not gonna like what I had to say next.
“And I’m going with him,” I murmured. I took a deep breath, desperately needing extra courage to tell him what was going to happen. “But that’s -- that’s not why I called. Remember how we talked about it being -- dangerous for you to stay on Earth and -- how Xan said he would offer protection and stuff?”
He didn’t say anything for a long, long moment. “Yeah, I remember. What -- why does that matter? Nobody knows about me.”
Nervousness made me impatient. “Someone’s gonna find out, Preston!” I snapped. “And if you’re still on Earth when they do...”
“What are you saying?” he asked. I then realized it might be more helpful to put the phone on speaker mode, so I did.
“I’m saying that if you don’t wanna end up as a fucking science experiment, you need to come to Zimara with us,” I muttered. I held the phone tightly enough my knuckles were going white because what if Preston wouldn’t come? What would happen to him?
“You -- you can’t seriously expect me to do that!” Preston cried.
“We can,” I sighed, looking at Xan and Syra for some help.
Xan’s forehead creased with worry, but he seemed reluctant to say anything. Syra watched with sharp silver eyes, though she remained silent as well. She might not have been used to actively intervening in situations like this, since it was her job to remain silent and invisible as a bodyguard. Then again, she had told Xan flat-out that he was being stupid.
Syra leaned over me, and an electric shiver ran up my spine from her closeness. Damn, was I easily distracted. She whispered, “Tell him this might be his last chance to get off the planet.”
Shaking off the distraction, I said, “Preston, this might be your only chance to get off the planet. It’s not like there’s regular public flights between Earth and Zimara.”
“I -- I can’t go,” Preston said. His voice cracked, and it fucking hurt to hear him in such obvious distress, partly because I feared what would happen to him if I couldn’t convince him. “I just can’t, Dylan. Not when you and Xan are gonna be there together. I -- I would rather they take me than watch that. I can’t,” he whimpered.
“You can’t be serious,” I hissed. “You have no idea what you’re risking.”
“I don’t care. I’m not going. Just -- don’t talk to me.” Preston hung up without another word.
I put my phone away and sighed, leaning back into the couch. “That went well.”
Syra scowled. “I would say we should just abduct him, but that would just be a terrible Earth media cliche. And both politically dangerous and morally wrong.”
While I shouldn’t have, I laughed at the idea of doing a legit alien abduction. That was just too ridiculous. I quickly stopped the laughter, though.
What the hell do we do, author? You’re not gonna tell me, are you? Wait, we should ask Jirrin if he has any ideas? You’re -- you’re actually trying to help? Excuse me while I have a heart attack!
Xan pulled me closer to him and looked at me in concern. “Dylan, are you alright? You look rather startled.”
“Oh, it’s nothing,” I muttered, trying to make my face look more normal. “Just -- this whole thing is fucking messed up. Look, I know you, like, might not be on the best terms with Jirrin right now, but -- maybe he has some idea of how to help with the Preston situation?”
“Perhaps,” Xan murmured. “I don’t know why he’s been so distant, though. We’ve talked so much less than normal.” I knew why that was happening.
Xan let go of me and got out his phone. I gawked at the device again, because seriously? He had one fancy fucking phone. Xan dialed Jirrin. The phone rang a bunch of times, but Jirrin did pick up.
His phone must have been on speaker mode, because I could hear Jirrin say, “Xan? What is it?”
“If you don’t know, the throne competition is starting soon. And -- you remember Dylan’s friend, Preston, right?” Xan said, shifting slightly in his seat.
“I -- remember him. What about him? Xan, this isn’t really a good time,” Jirrin muttered.
“I know it’s not,” Xan sighed. “But Preston is refusing to come with me and Dylan to Zimara. And if he’s left here on his own...We don’t know what to do.”
“That is a problem,” Jirrin said. “But I may have a solution. I’m not going back with you, Xan.”
“How is that a solution?” Xan looked confused. “And why not?”
“I have my reasons. And if Preston needs to leave, I’ll be around to take him off-planet,” Jirrin muttered.
“You’ll do that?” I said. My stomach untwisted, just a little.
“I will,” Jirrin said. “If you give me Preston’s contact info, I can talk to him about the plan myself. I -- I don’t think he wants to hear from you.”
My roommate most assuredly did not want to hear from me. I understood that perfectly well. It made my chest hurt thinking about it too much, but, the more time passed, the more I realized I couldn’t change things. Who could? You probably could, author, if you wanted to hook me up with Preston and make him feel better. Though that would defy all logic, wouldn’t it? Still, I hate seeing him so fucking sad.
I nodded, though Jirrin couldn’t actually fucking see me. Then, I gave him Preston’s contact information. “Will he even remember you?” I wondered.
“Maybe,” Jirrin said. “It’s worth a try, anyway. I’ve got to go.” He hung up.
Syra gave Xan a strangely impatient look. Xan responded by raising an eyebrow. “Is something the matter? We seem to have the Preston issue mostly under control now,” he said.
“Remember when I asked if Dylan might be available?” she asked, turning her silvery gaze to me.
Xan ran a finger down my arm, which made me shiver. “You want this now?” he murmured. I assumed “this” referred to me.
“After looking at him shirtless for so long, what else could I mean?” Syra asked, smirking.
“Your meaning is pretty clear,” Xan murmured. “But before I let you play with my toys, I’m going to get myself one last kiss.” He cupped my cheek in his hand, pulling my face to him, and he kissed me. I returned the kiss, even deepening it and wrapping my arms around Xan. I could feel Syra watching us.
Xan broke the kiss and said, “You can put the mind control on him now if you want to play with him.”
Syra smiled. “Are you ready, Dylan?”
I nodded, already kind of breathless from Xan’s kiss. She looked at me with that particular gaze that was already becoming rather familiar. It looked a bit different with her eyes, somehow, but it was no less sexy. I could feel Xan in my mind, but it was almost as if he had retreated. Syra leaned over. She grabbed my chin, tilting my face to look up at her. Damn, she was fucking mesmerizing.
Syra kissed me. She was gentler than I expected, making soft motions with her lips. I returned her kiss, letting my lips play against hers. When she put her hand on the back of my neck, I shivered, evening moaning just a little. Everything in the world was lost to except for Syra, who broke the kiss and took my hand.
Her expression went from sweet to downright wicked. “I’m going to have a lot of fun with you,” she purred.
Xan looked up at us. “You’re free to use my bedroom if you like, as well as anything you find inside it.”
She lead me up the staircase to Xan’s bedroom, my hand firmly inside of hers. Her grip was fucking strong. Being taller than I was and cybernetically enhanced, she moved fucking quickly. I had to almost run to keep up with Syra and couldn’t even spare much time for checking out her ass. From what I saw, though, it was certainly well shaped.
When we entered the bedroom itself, she threw me onto the bed. I mean that literally, author. Am I using “literally” correctly? I hope so. Anyway, Syra tossed me partway across the room so I flew through the hair and landed face first on the mattress. It fucking stunned me. When I recovered, I flipped myself over. Syra smirked at me, and she was holding -- what that what I thought it was?
I goggled at the strange object in her hand. It looked like a pair of ordinary silver handcuffs, except half of each cuff seemed to be made of what best be described as high-tech rainbow glowsticks that cycled through all the colors of the rainbow. Damn, Zimarans put rainbow lights on everything. They would have them cycle through all the colors or else just have an array of rainbow lights -- even on their sex toys.
“Xan just had those in his room?” I asked. Then I remembered all the strange objects I had seen in the guest room before.
Syra just smiled, not even saying anything. She grabbed my right wrist and cuffed it. “I don’t want you going anywhere,” she murmured.
I couldn’t see what she was doing, but she must have looped the cuffs around the bed somehow because she cuffed my other wrist so my arms were suspended above my head and I couldn’t get them down. Not that I wanted to. At all.
Syra ran a hand down my chest, making me shiver, especially since she didn’t hesitate to use her fingernails. She wasn’t much of a time waster because she grabbed the edges of my pants -- and then stopped.
“Wh-why’d you stop?” I gasped, already feeling that ache between my legs.
“Because I want to see you squirm,” she said. Her eyes sparkled, and I could see she would make me squirm.
She crawled on top of me and kissed me on the lips. Quickly. Syra withdrew almost immediately, leaving me fucking panting, from one little kiss. She traced the side of my neck with her hand, while she writhed on top of me. I let out these little moans as Syra moved. She made that ache between my legs ever worse, yet she seemed almost leisurely about doing anything about it. I couldn’t; my hands were tied, almost literally. Am I using “literally” right again?
Without warning, she bit down on my neck, making me gasp the loudest I had yet. It just increasd that fucking ache. Syra wasn’t touching me with her hands at all, instead placing them on either side of her as she continued to writhe. I looked up into her eyes, which kept sparkling. Damn, she was fucking gorgeous. Those eyes? They had me.
Syra bit down on my neck again, on the other side. I yelped because she bit so hard. It made her chuckle, and it made me fucking desperate for more. And she did it yet again. I did’t think I could take much more of this, and it was just kissing, more or less. Sure, it was mind controlled kissing, but it was still just kissing.
Then, Syra traced my collarbone with her tongue, grazing her teeth along it as well. Everything felt fucking electric, my whole body shaking from what she was doing. And the way I couldn’t even use my hands to help? It made it that much hotter, to be trapped like that.
When she started kissing down my chest, I arched my back. Little shivers of pleasure shot up my spine. My body begged for release, but I couldn’t do anything about it. “Please,” I moaned, though I didn’t even know what I was begging her for.
I needed something because the way Syra bit me as she kissed? It was too fucking much, to have those small shocks of pain. Syra looked up at me. The eye contact was intense as hell, and the knowing smile made my heart skip a beat. Ever so slowly, Syra made her way down my chest. She didn’t say anything, but those eyes said everything. They said “you are mine.”
Again, she stopped at the edge of my pants. I whined, “You’re gonna stop again?”
Syra chuckled. “I’m not that mean. Just hold on a moment.” She opened a drawer on Xan’s nightstand and pulled out a strip of shiny black fabric.
I looked at it curiously. “What’s that?” I asked.
She smirked, stretching the fabric strip between her hands. “It’s so you don’t make too much noise when I really get going.” Syra climbed back on top of me and gagged me with the fabric strip. She tied it tightly behind my head. I tried to make noise, just to experiment, and found it nearly fucking impossible.
Ever so slowly, she slid down my body. Syra moved with a ridiculous amount of grace; she was so confident. I watched the silver streaks in her body, marveling at them. I wanted to touch them, really see what they felt like, but Syra was the one in control here. As much as I wanted to touch her, I liked it that way.
Finally, she reached the edge of my pants and actually pulled them down this time, exposing me. Smiling, Syra slid her lips around my cock. I arched my back, again, gasping from the contact. Damn, her lips were nice. And she knew what to do with them. Syra took more of me in her mouth and then moved up and down. When she used her teeth? I moaned from the added pain.
Syra looked up at me, those silvery eyes staring right into my fucking soul. Yeah, I realize souls aren’t an actual thing, as far as I know, anyway. Still, that’s how I’m gonna describe her look, okay?
As Syra worked me, that ache built and built. I lost track of anything that wasn’t Syra and the feel of her lips on my dick. And her teeth, because she kept using them on my cock, obviously figuring out I liked a little hurt. I watched her head with its bright red hair move up and down, but I shut my eyes when the sensation became almost too much to bear.
Finally, it was too much. I came, crying out in my gag with a fucking inhuman sound as white light exploded behind my eyes. The pleasure shook my body and left me utterly exhausted and satisfied.
For the longest time, I just lay there, recovering. My body felt like everything had been sucked out of it, which I suppose wasn’t entirely inaccurate. Vaguely, I was aware of Syra, who watched me as I tried to regain my energy. I don’t know how long it took, but eventually I got most of it back.
I smiled at Syra, who smiled back. She murmured, “It looks like you’re almost recovered.” Syra started unzipping her uniform and very, very slowly revealing more of her silver streaked skin. I watched, and, okay, my jaw might have dropped a little when she took her shirt off the entire way. Evidently, Zimaran royal bodyguard uniforms didn’t require underwear.
She noticed the way I outright gawked at her. Syra didn’t say anything, just smirked knowingly and took the rest of her clothes off. For a while, she simply stood there, as if allowing me to take a look at her fabulous, fucking otherworldly body. As I watched, that ache between my legs returned. I could feel myself get hard again. Syra danced her fingers along my cock, and now there was no doubt I was ready to go once more.
I whined into my gag when she stopped. Syra said, “Are you ready?” I nodded, my body quivering in anticipation from what I thought she was gonna do.
Syra straddled me and positioned herself. She grabbed my shoulders and slid onto my cock, causing me to cry out. Of course, the sound was muffled. Slowly, she moved herself up and down, almost teasing me. It felt amazing, especially when I figured out how to match my upward thrusts to Syra’s movements.
Her nails dug into my shoulders as she worked. I had a fucking feeling she was gripping me harder than she needed to in order to steady herself. The little bit of pain helped things along, tension building in me. I looked up at Syra, feeling at her mercy because of how she held me, both with her hands and her eyes. She smiled an “I have” you smile. Though I was gagged, I think I smiled back.
Soon after, I came, thrusting upwards and crying out into my gag. White light exploded behind my eyes again as the pleasure ran through my body. Moments later, Syra came herself, crying out as well. I slipped out of her, my brain now in a haze of post-climax exhaustion. She crawled up beside me and stroked my cheek gently. “I should probably uncuff you, but I think I’ll leave you for a while longer. You look good like that. Maybe we can play again before I let you go,” she said.
I didn’t have a problem with that.
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written for 500themes prompt #443 - "Attacked by a Dream"
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My phone rang just as I snuggled against Xan’s chest, trying to make myself comfortable. I guessed comfort was out of the fucking question as it was Preston calling me. Pulling myself away from Xan, I answered the call with a sinking stomach. My roommate hadn’t taken very long at all to call me back.
“Hey, Preston?” I said, managing to keep my voice relatively steady
“What’s going on? When you say this is important, you better mean it since phone calls aren’t exactly respecting my need for space,” he muttered.
I leaned back against the couch and didn’t touch Xan at all. Even over the phone, it felt kind of weird to cuddle my new maybe-boyfriend while talking to Preston when he needed space. I sighed, “Yeah, it’s important. Xan’s leaving in, like, a week.”
“And you want me to be sad your new lover is leaving? Is that it?” he scoffed. I could hear the sadness beneath the disdain and felt my stomach fucking twist. Preston was not gonna like what I had to say next.
“And I’m going with him,” I murmured. I took a deep breath, desperately needing extra courage to tell him what was going to happen. “But that’s -- that’s not why I called. Remember how we talked about it being -- dangerous for you to stay on Earth and -- how Xan said he would offer protection and stuff?”
He didn’t say anything for a long, long moment. “Yeah, I remember. What -- why does that matter? Nobody knows about me.”
Nervousness made me impatient. “Someone’s gonna find out, Preston!” I snapped. “And if you’re still on Earth when they do...”
“What are you saying?” he asked. I then realized it might be more helpful to put the phone on speaker mode, so I did.
“I’m saying that if you don’t wanna end up as a fucking science experiment, you need to come to Zimara with us,” I muttered. I held the phone tightly enough my knuckles were going white because what if Preston wouldn’t come? What would happen to him?
“You -- you can’t seriously expect me to do that!” Preston cried.
“We can,” I sighed, looking at Xan and Syra for some help.
Xan’s forehead creased with worry, but he seemed reluctant to say anything. Syra watched with sharp silver eyes, though she remained silent as well. She might not have been used to actively intervening in situations like this, since it was her job to remain silent and invisible as a bodyguard. Then again, she had told Xan flat-out that he was being stupid.
Syra leaned over me, and an electric shiver ran up my spine from her closeness. Damn, was I easily distracted. She whispered, “Tell him this might be his last chance to get off the planet.”
Shaking off the distraction, I said, “Preston, this might be your only chance to get off the planet. It’s not like there’s regular public flights between Earth and Zimara.”
“I -- I can’t go,” Preston said. His voice cracked, and it fucking hurt to hear him in such obvious distress, partly because I feared what would happen to him if I couldn’t convince him. “I just can’t, Dylan. Not when you and Xan are gonna be there together. I -- I would rather they take me than watch that. I can’t,” he whimpered.
“You can’t be serious,” I hissed. “You have no idea what you’re risking.”
“I don’t care. I’m not going. Just -- don’t talk to me.” Preston hung up without another word.
I put my phone away and sighed, leaning back into the couch. “That went well.”
Syra scowled. “I would say we should just abduct him, but that would just be a terrible Earth media cliche. And both politically dangerous and morally wrong.”
While I shouldn’t have, I laughed at the idea of doing a legit alien abduction. That was just too ridiculous. I quickly stopped the laughter, though.
What the hell do we do, author? You’re not gonna tell me, are you? Wait, we should ask Jirrin if he has any ideas? You’re -- you’re actually trying to help? Excuse me while I have a heart attack!
Xan pulled me closer to him and looked at me in concern. “Dylan, are you alright? You look rather startled.”
“Oh, it’s nothing,” I muttered, trying to make my face look more normal. “Just -- this whole thing is fucking messed up. Look, I know you, like, might not be on the best terms with Jirrin right now, but -- maybe he has some idea of how to help with the Preston situation?”
“Perhaps,” Xan murmured. “I don’t know why he’s been so distant, though. We’ve talked so much less than normal.” I knew why that was happening.
Xan let go of me and got out his phone. I gawked at the device again, because seriously? He had one fancy fucking phone. Xan dialed Jirrin. The phone rang a bunch of times, but Jirrin did pick up.
His phone must have been on speaker mode, because I could hear Jirrin say, “Xan? What is it?”
“If you don’t know, the throne competition is starting soon. And -- you remember Dylan’s friend, Preston, right?” Xan said, shifting slightly in his seat.
“I -- remember him. What about him? Xan, this isn’t really a good time,” Jirrin muttered.
“I know it’s not,” Xan sighed. “But Preston is refusing to come with me and Dylan to Zimara. And if he’s left here on his own...We don’t know what to do.”
“That is a problem,” Jirrin said. “But I may have a solution. I’m not going back with you, Xan.”
“How is that a solution?” Xan looked confused. “And why not?”
“I have my reasons. And if Preston needs to leave, I’ll be around to take him off-planet,” Jirrin muttered.
“You’ll do that?” I said. My stomach untwisted, just a little.
“I will,” Jirrin said. “If you give me Preston’s contact info, I can talk to him about the plan myself. I -- I don’t think he wants to hear from you.”
My roommate most assuredly did not want to hear from me. I understood that perfectly well. It made my chest hurt thinking about it too much, but, the more time passed, the more I realized I couldn’t change things. Who could? You probably could, author, if you wanted to hook me up with Preston and make him feel better. Though that would defy all logic, wouldn’t it? Still, I hate seeing him so fucking sad.
I nodded, though Jirrin couldn’t actually fucking see me. Then, I gave him Preston’s contact information. “Will he even remember you?” I wondered.
“Maybe,” Jirrin said. “It’s worth a try, anyway. I’ve got to go.” He hung up.
Syra gave Xan a strangely impatient look. Xan responded by raising an eyebrow. “Is something the matter? We seem to have the Preston issue mostly under control now,” he said.
“Remember when I asked if Dylan might be available?” she asked, turning her silvery gaze to me.
Xan ran a finger down my arm, which made me shiver. “You want this now?” he murmured. I assumed “this” referred to me.
“After looking at him shirtless for so long, what else could I mean?” Syra asked, smirking.
“Your meaning is pretty clear,” Xan murmured. “But before I let you play with my toys, I’m going to get myself one last kiss.” He cupped my cheek in his hand, pulling my face to him, and he kissed me. I returned the kiss, even deepening it and wrapping my arms around Xan. I could feel Syra watching us.
Xan broke the kiss and said, “You can put the mind control on him now if you want to play with him.”
Syra smiled. “Are you ready, Dylan?”
I nodded, already kind of breathless from Xan’s kiss. She looked at me with that particular gaze that was already becoming rather familiar. It looked a bit different with her eyes, somehow, but it was no less sexy. I could feel Xan in my mind, but it was almost as if he had retreated. Syra leaned over. She grabbed my chin, tilting my face to look up at her. Damn, she was fucking mesmerizing.
Syra kissed me. She was gentler than I expected, making soft motions with her lips. I returned her kiss, letting my lips play against hers. When she put her hand on the back of my neck, I shivered, evening moaning just a little. Everything in the world was lost to except for Syra, who broke the kiss and took my hand.
Her expression went from sweet to downright wicked. “I’m going to have a lot of fun with you,” she purred.
Xan looked up at us. “You’re free to use my bedroom if you like, as well as anything you find inside it.”
She lead me up the staircase to Xan’s bedroom, my hand firmly inside of hers. Her grip was fucking strong. Being taller than I was and cybernetically enhanced, she moved fucking quickly. I had to almost run to keep up with Syra and couldn’t even spare much time for checking out her ass. From what I saw, though, it was certainly well shaped.
When we entered the bedroom itself, she threw me onto the bed. I mean that literally, author. Am I using “literally” correctly? I hope so. Anyway, Syra tossed me partway across the room so I flew through the hair and landed face first on the mattress. It fucking stunned me. When I recovered, I flipped myself over. Syra smirked at me, and she was holding -- what that what I thought it was?
I goggled at the strange object in her hand. It looked like a pair of ordinary silver handcuffs, except half of each cuff seemed to be made of what best be described as high-tech rainbow glowsticks that cycled through all the colors of the rainbow. Damn, Zimarans put rainbow lights on everything. They would have them cycle through all the colors or else just have an array of rainbow lights -- even on their sex toys.
“Xan just had those in his room?” I asked. Then I remembered all the strange objects I had seen in the guest room before.
Syra just smiled, not even saying anything. She grabbed my right wrist and cuffed it. “I don’t want you going anywhere,” she murmured.
I couldn’t see what she was doing, but she must have looped the cuffs around the bed somehow because she cuffed my other wrist so my arms were suspended above my head and I couldn’t get them down. Not that I wanted to. At all.
Syra ran a hand down my chest, making me shiver, especially since she didn’t hesitate to use her fingernails. She wasn’t much of a time waster because she grabbed the edges of my pants -- and then stopped.
“Wh-why’d you stop?” I gasped, already feeling that ache between my legs.
“Because I want to see you squirm,” she said. Her eyes sparkled, and I could see she would make me squirm.
She crawled on top of me and kissed me on the lips. Quickly. Syra withdrew almost immediately, leaving me fucking panting, from one little kiss. She traced the side of my neck with her hand, while she writhed on top of me. I let out these little moans as Syra moved. She made that ache between my legs ever worse, yet she seemed almost leisurely about doing anything about it. I couldn’t; my hands were tied, almost literally. Am I using “literally” right again?
Without warning, she bit down on my neck, making me gasp the loudest I had yet. It just increasd that fucking ache. Syra wasn’t touching me with her hands at all, instead placing them on either side of her as she continued to writhe. I looked up into her eyes, which kept sparkling. Damn, she was fucking gorgeous. Those eyes? They had me.
Syra bit down on my neck again, on the other side. I yelped because she bit so hard. It made her chuckle, and it made me fucking desperate for more. And she did it yet again. I did’t think I could take much more of this, and it was just kissing, more or less. Sure, it was mind controlled kissing, but it was still just kissing.
Then, Syra traced my collarbone with her tongue, grazing her teeth along it as well. Everything felt fucking electric, my whole body shaking from what she was doing. And the way I couldn’t even use my hands to help? It made it that much hotter, to be trapped like that.
When she started kissing down my chest, I arched my back. Little shivers of pleasure shot up my spine. My body begged for release, but I couldn’t do anything about it. “Please,” I moaned, though I didn’t even know what I was begging her for.
I needed something because the way Syra bit me as she kissed? It was too fucking much, to have those small shocks of pain. Syra looked up at me. The eye contact was intense as hell, and the knowing smile made my heart skip a beat. Ever so slowly, Syra made her way down my chest. She didn’t say anything, but those eyes said everything. They said “you are mine.”
Again, she stopped at the edge of my pants. I whined, “You’re gonna stop again?”
Syra chuckled. “I’m not that mean. Just hold on a moment.” She opened a drawer on Xan’s nightstand and pulled out a strip of shiny black fabric.
I looked at it curiously. “What’s that?” I asked.
She smirked, stretching the fabric strip between her hands. “It’s so you don’t make too much noise when I really get going.” Syra climbed back on top of me and gagged me with the fabric strip. She tied it tightly behind my head. I tried to make noise, just to experiment, and found it nearly fucking impossible.
Ever so slowly, she slid down my body. Syra moved with a ridiculous amount of grace; she was so confident. I watched the silver streaks in her body, marveling at them. I wanted to touch them, really see what they felt like, but Syra was the one in control here. As much as I wanted to touch her, I liked it that way.
Finally, she reached the edge of my pants and actually pulled them down this time, exposing me. Smiling, Syra slid her lips around my cock. I arched my back, again, gasping from the contact. Damn, her lips were nice. And she knew what to do with them. Syra took more of me in her mouth and then moved up and down. When she used her teeth? I moaned from the added pain.
Syra looked up at me, those silvery eyes staring right into my fucking soul. Yeah, I realize souls aren’t an actual thing, as far as I know, anyway. Still, that’s how I’m gonna describe her look, okay?
As Syra worked me, that ache built and built. I lost track of anything that wasn’t Syra and the feel of her lips on my dick. And her teeth, because she kept using them on my cock, obviously figuring out I liked a little hurt. I watched her head with its bright red hair move up and down, but I shut my eyes when the sensation became almost too much to bear.
Finally, it was too much. I came, crying out in my gag with a fucking inhuman sound as white light exploded behind my eyes. The pleasure shook my body and left me utterly exhausted and satisfied.
For the longest time, I just lay there, recovering. My body felt like everything had been sucked out of it, which I suppose wasn’t entirely inaccurate. Vaguely, I was aware of Syra, who watched me as I tried to regain my energy. I don’t know how long it took, but eventually I got most of it back.
I smiled at Syra, who smiled back. She murmured, “It looks like you’re almost recovered.” Syra started unzipping her uniform and very, very slowly revealing more of her silver streaked skin. I watched, and, okay, my jaw might have dropped a little when she took her shirt off the entire way. Evidently, Zimaran royal bodyguard uniforms didn’t require underwear.
She noticed the way I outright gawked at her. Syra didn’t say anything, just smirked knowingly and took the rest of her clothes off. For a while, she simply stood there, as if allowing me to take a look at her fabulous, fucking otherworldly body. As I watched, that ache between my legs returned. I could feel myself get hard again. Syra danced her fingers along my cock, and now there was no doubt I was ready to go once more.
I whined into my gag when she stopped. Syra said, “Are you ready?” I nodded, my body quivering in anticipation from what I thought she was gonna do.
Syra straddled me and positioned herself. She grabbed my shoulders and slid onto my cock, causing me to cry out. Of course, the sound was muffled. Slowly, she moved herself up and down, almost teasing me. It felt amazing, especially when I figured out how to match my upward thrusts to Syra’s movements.
Her nails dug into my shoulders as she worked. I had a fucking feeling she was gripping me harder than she needed to in order to steady herself. The little bit of pain helped things along, tension building in me. I looked up at Syra, feeling at her mercy because of how she held me, both with her hands and her eyes. She smiled an “I have” you smile. Though I was gagged, I think I smiled back.
Soon after, I came, thrusting upwards and crying out into my gag. White light exploded behind my eyes again as the pleasure ran through my body. Moments later, Syra came herself, crying out as well. I slipped out of her, my brain now in a haze of post-climax exhaustion. She crawled up beside me and stroked my cheek gently. “I should probably uncuff you, but I think I’ll leave you for a while longer. You look good like that. Maybe we can play again before I let you go,” she said.
I didn’t have a problem with that.
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written for 500themes prompt #443 - "Attacked by a Dream"
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