The Commander's Woman: Celestial Soul-Mates, Book 2 Page 4

  She exhaled sharply. “Not in my experience.”

  His eyes glittered in intensity. “Eva, I know your husband didn’t treat you right, but I’m not like him. You are my whole world.”

  He reached for her hand, but she snatched it away. The intensity of being this close to him was already too much to handle, throwing her seriously off-balance.

  “You don’t even know me.”

  “I do know you.” He flattened his hand on his chest. “In here. My heart knows you. My soul knows you. Eva, if you let me make love to you, you will understand. The bliss you will find in my arms will change your mind. And open your heart.”

  She raised her eyebrows.

  “You think a lot of yourself, don’t you?”

  “No. I think a lot of you. I know joining with you will be the greatest experience I will ever know.”

  His turquoise eyes acted like magnets. She could not help but gaze into them. He meant it. Everything he’d just said. She could see it in those warm, serenely honest eyes.

  “I love you more than life itself.”

  She dragged her gaze away. She didn’t want him to love her. Didn’t want him to want her.

  “I don’t love you,” she tossed back.

  His hand brushed against her cheek tenderly, and she melted inside, wanting so much to give herself over to this vibrant need.

  “You would if you let yourself.”

  Her throat tightened as tears prickled at her eyes.

  “No,” she choked out, then marched to her room.

  Damn the man. Eva sat on the easy chair in the corner of her room, her knees tucked against her chest.

  He had left to tend to his duties during the day, but as soon as he’d returned, Eva had gone back to her room. She’d sat in this room for hours, trying to come to terms with her situation. Staying on this ship was intolerable, but she had no choice. Listening to that damned sex constantly displayed on the video device was driving her insane. She couldn’t stop thinking about sex, couldn’t stop thinking about Commander Raa-ling.

  She didn’t want to want him…didn’t want to feel anything for him…didn’t want to feel anything for any man ever again. She could take care of herself, including satisfying her own sexual cravings.

  What she wanted was to go back home. To Earth.

  She pushed herself to her feet and browsed the books in the small corner bookshelf beside the chair. Romance novels. Erotica novels. More romance novels.

  Damn, she didn’t want to read about love, and she certainly didn’t want to read about sex. She’d almost succeeded in tuning out the sexual sounds from the video device. Almost. She didn’t need books to stir up her hormones.

  She plunked back into the chair. Who was she kidding? She couldn’t stop thinking about sex.

  She couldn’t stop thinking about the way Commander Raa-ling’s honey-colored hair curled over his broad, muscular shoulders. About how his dark teal eyes glittered when he gazed at her with passion—which was most of the time. How his erection had felt pressed against her belly.

  She squirmed in her seat. Sucking in a deep breath, she tried to calm the tornado of hormones accelerating through her. She longed to see Commander Raa-ling. Larson. To just look at him.

  She glanced at the screen, ignoring the view of a man kneeling over a woman licking her pussy while another woman lay beneath him, swallowing his cock deep into her mouth.

  So why not?

  Chapter Seven

  Eva stood and strode to the video control panel, then pressed the button to change the video view. She tried “Q55-L”, but the video image didn’t change. That meant Larson was not in the living area. Hesitantly, she flicked it to “Q55-B1”, quelling her guilt by reminding herself he had been quite adamant that she was welcome to watch him anytime she wanted. Again, the video image didn’t change. Maybe he’d left the quarters.

  She stepped toward the door. When she moved within a foot of it, it opened. She peered into the bedroom beyond—Larson’s room. As she stepped into the room, she breathed in his scent. Musky male. Her vagina clenched in need.

  His uniform jacket hung over the back of a chair, along with his shirt and pants. Socks and underwear lay strewn in a path to another door. The bathroom.

  He was taking a shower.

  Before she could even think, she’d slipped back into her room and switched the view to “Q55-S”. Shower.

  Her breath caught as a back view of his long, lean and quite naked body appeared on the video screen. Water droplets sparkled across his broad shoulders as water streamed down his back. She followed the flow over his muscular torso, down past his trim waist, then over his—she sucked in a breath—tight, round buns. Oh God, she could imagine sliding her hands over those and squeezing.

  He turned around, and her eyes widened at the sheer length and girth of his penis. It had to be nine or ten inches long and as big around as her wrist. She felt a bit light-headed. He pressed a button on a dispenser on the tile wall, and a translucent blue gel streamed into his palm. Foam followed his hands as he ran them over his shoulders, then down his chest. Mesmerized, she watched the suds glide over his muscular frame, down his rippled abs, over his strong legs.

  She slid onto the bed and plumped the pillows behind her. She gasped as he stroked his long penis, luxurious suds foaming over it. Oh, how she longed to stroke him like that, to feel the hot, slippery flesh within her hands, to wrap her fingers around his steel-hard shaft.

  He glanced straight at the camera and smiled. Oh God, did he know she was watching him? But he glanced away, and she simply couldn’t drag her gaze from his gorgeous, naked flesh. He rinsed the soap from his body, and she sighed as he stepped out of the shower. He grabbed a white towel from a drying rack and patted his body. His shoulders, his chest, his legs, then his groin. In fact, he paid very close attention to his penis, holding it out and patting it from base to tip. He grasped the towel at each end and shimmied it back and forth across those incredible buns.

  Finally, he hung the towel on the rack and left the bathroom. As soon as he stepped into the bedroom, the video view changed to follow him.

  Rather than getting dressed, he stacked up the pillows on his bed and sat propped against them, still totally naked. His hand curled around his penis, and he started to stroke it. His flaccid member grew. He seemed to stare straight at her. Maybe he actually could see her. He could be watching her right now. Of course, that didn’t mean he knew what she was watching. He knew her video was on all the time. He would expect her to be watching it sometimes.

  He would expect her to be getting turned on.

  And she was.

  His hand stroked up and down the length of his cock. It inflated, growing larger and fuller. The scene cast a hypnotic spell on her. Long, smooth strokes. Soon it was fully erect.

  She licked her lips. She wanted to feel that cock. To stroke it. To taste it.

  And she could. All she had to do was walk toward the door and step through. He would be happy to accommodate her.

  Her vagina clenched, feeling so empty. Wanting to be filled.

  She clenched her fingers around the edge of the bedclothes, reminding herself she did not want to be with a man. That path led only to pain.

  Larson stared straight at her and smiled as though gazing directly into her eyes, as though seeing the blatant need on her face.

  He tweaked one of his nipples, and it stood pebble hard. Her fingers slipped under her shirt and stroked over her own nipple. Her areola pebbled under her touch, and the nipple grew long and rigid. She pinched it, and sparks of pleasure burst through her, spiraling down to her groin.

  She could see a clear droplet form on the tip of his penis, and his head dropped back onto the pillows, his eyes half-closed—but never leaving her. A rigid ache pulsed between her legs. She tugged open her top, freeing her breasts. She stroked enthusiastically, every brush of her fingertip over the nipples sending sharp pangs of pleasure lancing through her.

  What i
f he was watching her? After all, he had before. On the other hand, he could just be watching some sex scene on his video. All she knew was that he was staring at his screen.

  Thinking about the possibility that he was actually watching her, that their gazes were actually locked together, she became more aroused. She could feel moisture drip from her pussy. He smiled, and she actively imagined he was watching her. Appreciating her.

  Her hand found its way to the bedside table, then tugged open the drawer without shifting her gaze from the image of his long cock pulsing up and down within the grip of his large hand. She snatched out a vibrator and turned it on, then tugged open the buttons of her shirt. It dropped off one shoulder, then the other, and she slipped her arms free. She kicked off her jeans, then her panties and tossed them aside, then stretched out on the bed and opened her legs.

  On the screen, Larson’s lips pursed together and his hand moved faster as Eva slid the device between her legs. The vibrating cock sent ecstatic sensations quivering through her. He stroked faster and faster as she plunged the cock between her legs, thrusting it in and out, following his rhythm. Incredible starbursts of light shimmered across her vision as her heart pounded louder and faster, and her whole body seemed to tighten into a single column of pulsing pleasure.

  She cried out in climax. At the same time, a burst of white erupted from his cock. She collapsed on the pillows, breathing heavily. After a moment, her eyes fluttered open, and the intensity of his gaze caught her off guard.

  Her cheeks flamed. Oh God, she’d done it again. This time, knowing full well he was probably watching.

  What had come over her?

  He stood and strode forward, no longer looking at the screen. She scrambled sideways and tugged her shirt from beneath her. As she pushed herself to a sitting position on the side of the bed, the door slid open. She clutched her shirt to her breast.

  Incredibly, he was still hard, even though he’d clearly climaxed only a moment ago. He pushed through the door and stormed toward her, looking big and threatening with his massive erection swaying from side to side.

  Her pulse fluttered. Was he going to drive that enormous cock into her?

  She didn’t know if the tightening in her chest was from fear or intense excitement at the thought.

  “Do you know how turned on I am?” he demanded. “How much I need you?” He glared at her. “It’s torture knowing you’re in here, not being able to have you. Watching you pleasure yourself.” He paced a couple of times, his big cock bouncing erotically. “I shouldn’t watch, but I can’t help it.” He turned to face her, the longing in his eyes almost painful to behold. Sobering her.

  “I need to touch you,” he said through gritted teeth. He stepped toward the bed.

  “No.” She wanted to scurry to the other side, out of his reach, but she sat frozen.

  Thoughts spiraled through her head, making her dizzy. He needed a woman to satisfy his lust, so he would use her. Just like her husband always had.

  Chapter Eight

  Larson wrapped his hands around her shoulders and drew her to her feet, then dragged her into his arms. The feel of his hard muscular chest pressed against her soft breasts, with only the thin fabric of her shirt mashed between them, took her breath away. His lips captured hers in a long, passionate—totally disorienting—kiss. When he released her mouth, she had to gasp for air. Her whole body trembled.

  “I need to hold you. To feel your body close to mine.”

  His lips covered hers again, and his tongue stormed her mouth.

  Her arms wrapped around his shoulders as a war waged within her. One side insisted she give in to him or she’d die of need, the other that she resist, terrified by her desperate hunger for him.

  Her groin tightened as his tongue spiraled in her mouth. Her breathing became labored, her pulse erratic.

  She felt his erect penis—hot and naked—brush against her legs. She shifted, and it speared between her thighs, caressing her moist flesh. Her vagina ached. She desperately wanted him to slide inside her, to accidentally impale her.

  His hand brushed past her belly as he grabbed his erection, and she waited for the intense physical pleasure—and emotional pain of betrayal.

  But he drew his cock away and flattened it against his stomach, keeping it from penetrating her. She almost moaned in frustration.

  “Oh, nata’tai, Eva, I need to be close to you, but my willpower has limits. I can’t keep holding you without going over the edge.”

  He tried to draw away, but her body betrayed her. Her arms tightened around him. She could not let him go.

  He stroked her cheek. “Laiya, does this mean that you want to…?”

  She knew what he was asking, and tears prickled at her eyes as she shook her head.

  He kissed her temple, the light brush of his lips igniting a flash fire across her skin.

  “I know you don’t trust me yet, my love, but I will do whatever you want.” He took her hand and kissed her palm, sending her pulse thrumming. “You may not want me to touch you, but I saw the way you were looking at me on the video.” He stepped back, exposing his naked body to her view. “Do you want to touch me?”

  She hesitated. The thought of stroking his hard, taut muscles, of wrapping her hand around his incredible cock, sent her senses into a whirl. The need must have shown clearly in her eyes.

  “What if you knew there was no way I could touch you in return?”

  Her hot gaze glided over his broad shoulders to his bulging arms, caressed his muscular chest and torso, then came to rest on his enormous cock.

  She nodded.

  He turned and walked toward the door. She discarded the shirt she still clung to, then grabbed the robe from the cupboard and slipped it on as she hurried after him.

  He led her into his room and stepped to a panel on the wall. He typed something in, then opened a sliding door about a foot square and retrieved some black bands from inside.

  He wrapped one around each of his wrists and handed her a small device, about the size and shape of her small, oval MP3 player. The device had two round buttons beside each other. When she glanced at Larson again, he stood at one end of the room, his hands pressed against the wall about a foot from his head on either side.

  “Press the button on the right,” he instructed.

  She did. A loud hum sounded. Then there was silence.

  “I am now at your mercy.”

  “Yeah, right.”

  Did he really expect her to trust a pair of cuffs to keep her safe from his lust? If he got too turned on and lost control, he’d simply break free from the cloth bands and ravage her.

  “If you don’t believe me, come and test them.”

  She dropped the control device on his bedside table, then stepped to his side and tried to slip her finger between the cloth and his skin, but the band conformed exactly to the shape of his wrist. She pushed on the outside of the band, but it didn’t give. It felt as firm and hard as steel. She grabbed his arm and tried to pull it from the wall, but it wouldn’t budge.

  Standing back, she stared at him skeptically.

  “Eva, move back a bit more.”

  She did, and he dropped forward. She gasped, but the movement of his body jolted to a halt. Muscles bulged down his arms as his wrists, fastened tight to the wall, held the full weight of his body.

  “Now…do…you…believe…me?”

  She nodded, and he pulled himself back against the wall.

  “I’m all yours.”

  She smiled as she realized the implications of the situation. She could do whatever she wanted to him without danger. She had her own personal man-toy.

  Her nipples tingled, and her pussy throbbed. She opened her robe and dropped it to the floor, watching the lust in his eyes blaze brightly. Her gaze locked on his huge cock. As she stroked her nipples, it twitched. She couldn’t resist. She reached out and touched it, her fingers gliding over the hot, rigid flesh. It felt divine. She wrapped her fingers around h
im and stroked. The look of rapture on his face held her in awe. She kissed his hard, muscle-ridged shoulder, then down the silk-over-steel flesh to one nipple. She dabbed it playfully with her tongue, then sucked hard. He gasped.

  She kissed down his rigid stomach, over the rippling muscles, then pushed her twirling tongue into his navel. She leaned back on her heels and admired his erection. At least nine inches of hot, marble-hard flesh. She stroked it, feeling the soft kid-leather flesh glide over the rigid muscle beneath.

  His cock was incredible. Her pussy twitched, wanting it inside her. She slid her body up his, dragging her nipples against him. He moaned. She skimmed her hands up his arms, then linked her fingers with his. Feeling powerful as she held his hands against the wall, she kissed the nook where his neck met his shoulder, then sucked. When she glanced at the red welt she’d raised, a sense of satisfaction whirled through her at the thought she’d marked him as her own.

  She slid her hands to his pelvis, stroking around but not touching his twitching cock. Finally, she crouched down and grasped him around the base, then swallowed him deep and sucked. He groaned. She cupped his balls as she slid back, releasing him, then licked his cock from end to end. Swallowing the head, she twirled her tongue around the ridge. His balls tightened, and his whole body stiffened.

  “Nata’tai, Eva. That’s so—”

  She sucked him deep again, and he groaned as hot liquid filled her mouth. She swallowed and sucked, swallowed and sucked, until she’d milked him dry. She released the rigid flesh and licked up his body. She smiled at him, and he cocked his head forward to capture her lips, his arms straining against the bands. She cupped his cheeks and kissed him back, loving the feel of his tongue plundering her mouth.

  “Is that all you want to do?” he asked. “Don’t you want my cock inside you?”

  She looked him up and down, considering.

  “I don’t see how that’ll work like this.”

  He smiled. “Is that all that’s stopping you? You can release the bonds from the wall and set them anywhere. I won’t be able to move from that spot.”