WAITING FOR YOU
Elayne S. Venton
Changeling Press
m/f/m erotic romance sci-fi, bondage
Elayne S. Venton
Changeling Press
m/f/m erotic romance sci-fi, bondage
An excerpt:
Earth 2065
Ty's hot gaze probed her eyes as he tightened the knot that bound her wrist to the tubular
cot frame.
A chill snaked down her naked body. Careful to hide the uncertainty running through her mind,
Reeva stared at her lover's determined expression, his dark brows furrowed in concentration,
wide lips pressed in a firm line, eyes slightly narrowed and staring deep into her soul.
Heaven help her, she'd never given any man this much power over her body. Why had she
submitted to a mercenary like Tybirius West?
Because he made her pulse pound in her throat, that's why.
Unable to use either hand now, she clenched and unclenched her fists. She swallowed hard when his brown hands skimmed down her pale legs,
asserting just enough pressure to let her know he meant business, until his warm palms settled around her ankles.
Here we go. Butterflies swirled in her belly. Her heels squeaked across the vinyl mattress pad as he split her legs in a wide V. Instinctively, she
squeezed her vaginal muscles, closing off access to her feminine core. When he raised a brow at her stiff legs, she gradually relaxed.
This was crazy! She expected wild, mindless sex from Ty befitting his forceful personality, not this slow, calculated, imprisonment of her body. The
hindrance of her freedom unsettled her, but that wasn't the only reason her heartbeat thumped faster. Her darkest fantasies featured sex with her
captor, and Ty treaded dangerously close to sordid desires that both frightened and enthralled her.
"I'm not going to hurt you," he rumbled in a low voice, wrapping a plush cuff around her ankle.
Maybe not, but the uncompromising gleam in his eyes shot anxiety through her. Her warrior instincts screamed at her to resist him while the curious
sexual being inside her flushed body demanded she lie still. When he bent down to clip the nylon strap hanging from the bed frame to the ring on the
ankle cuff, she kicked out reflexively. Surrender didn't come easily.
He caught her foot centimeters from his face, unfazed by her reaction. No harsh retort. No disapproving stare. Only a slight shake of his head and
then he placed her heel back on the cot.
Guilt oozed into her mind. No fair backing down now. She'd agreed to having sex by his rules.
With a soothing murmur, he slid his palm up her calf and pressed her knee flat. The way he looked at her stirred the fluttering feeling in her belly. â
€œReeva,â€� he whispered huskily as he pressed a velvety kiss on the inside of her thigh. "Relax."
Higher and higher he glided his lips, dusting kisses closer to the moist heat gathered between her legs. Time slowed as he neared the top of her leg.
Each succulent caress of his lips lingered now, gently stroking and sucking her sensitive flesh, leaving a tingling trail behind.
Wet heat flooded her sex. Stars, he fired her blood! She slowly inhaled as he neared her swollen pussy.
His tongue snaked out and slowly swirled a wet circle in the dip between her leg and mound. His warm breath puffed over her dark red bush.
Go on. Lick my pussy. Ever so slightly, she shifted her hips toward his mouth.
But he wasn't so easily enticed. He skipped over her dewy lips and trailed sensuous kisses down the other thigh.
Oh, no, oh! How she ached for his mouth on her heated center. A soft groan escaped, unbidden.
He raised his gaze and gave her a lazy, confident smile. "Patience, Reeva." His hand glided down her calf to her ankle once more.
A puddle of languid desire, she lay her head back on the pillow and let him immobilize her.
Once he tethered her to his satisfaction, he stood at the side of the cot, arms crossed over his chest, silently looking his fill. She rolled her head to the
side and watched desire deepen the hue of his eyes from frothy chocolate to sultry brown. During the last few months aboard the starfighter, she'd
caught brief snatches of him observing her the same way, and it always left her mouth dry.
Now that the battle had been won and they had several hours transit time before they reached the nearest space station, she'd finally learn the
depths of his passion. Soon enough, they'd receive their next assignments, which might separate them for years.
Sadness banded her heart. She'd never met anyone like him. A born leader the troops called him, and after fighting by his side, she had to agree.
Fearless, driven, relentless, and a risk taker. He amazed her. Now and then, he scared the hell out of her.
The air circulator hummed louder and a cool breeze swept over her, teasing her skin. Mesmerized by him, she waited, her gaze dropping to the
impressive bulge in his combat pants. Liquid heat pooled between her legs, scenting the air with musky perfume. Come on and show me what you've
got, she told him with her eyes.
His lips twisted into a self-assured smirk, and he studied her longer, waiting for who knew what.
"You'd better not walk out the door and leave me like this," she snapped, breaking the long silence.
A wicked grin spread across his face. "Sweetheart," he drawled, "I'm not leaving you for a long, long time." He tugged his sleeveless shirt over his
smoothly shaven head, flexing massive biceps, forearm muscles and pects. Hard-packed abs rippled as he flung the shirt to the floor.
Boldly, her gaze roamed. Her mouth watered as she scanned his dark, solid, delectable body.
He plopped a heavy combat boot on the side of the cot and flicked the buckles open. The loud snap cast tremors down her spine. With the boot
tongue loosened, he dropped his foot to the floor and toed it off, his gaze never leaving hers. He thrust the other boot up onto the bed and repeated
the process. He rolled his socks off his long feet, tucked the thick wads of synthetic cotton into the boot tops, and nudged the boots beneath the cot.
The heavy leather fell to the side with a dull thunk.
Sliding his large calloused fingers into his waistband, he popped open the closure, and then he shoved the durable fabric down his heavy thighs.
Goliath, the squadron's nickname for his giant black cock, sprung out, tall and proud. Reeva swallowed, wondering if she could handle him.
Ty stepped out of his pants and kicked them aside. He sank one knee onto the side of the cot. "Are you ready for me, Beautiful Medusa?" Bracing one
arm above her head on the pillow, he leaned down and kissed her on the forehead.
Leisurely, he brushed feather light kisses over her temple and cheek, pausing over her mouth and then passing over it to press another tender kiss
on the opposite cheek. He skimmed his other hand up her ribs, cupping his warm, broad palm beneath the swell of her rounded breast.
Reeva stared at his dark face, studying the tiny bumps on his freshly-shaven jaw, her pulse tripping twice as fast as her carefully measured breaths.
His nostrils flared whenever he neared her parted lips, tempted to be sure but holding back. His control surprised her. She expected a rough taking,
no holds barred. After all this bondage, she looked forward to something a little kinky, in fact. Instead, the only concession to touching her in a sexual
way played out by stroking a gentle arch with his thumb across her breast. The simple caress fired her blood faster than she anticipated.
But dammit, she'd waited a long time to feel him move inside her. Why didn't he get to it?
"I'm ready, Ty," she breathed, rolling her hips upward.
"Hmm." He abandoned her breast and slowly slid his palm down her belly. His moist breath puffed above her ear. "I'll be the judge of that." His rough
fingertips spanned her bushy mound. He dipped his middle finger between her swollen lips and stroked the dewy inner folds.
Oh, sweet torment! She sucked in her breath as one thick finger slid deep inside. "Mmm. Wet," he whispered against her parted lips. A second finger
joined the first, flowing in and out in a sensual glide.
Her nipples drew taut. Keen on crushing him to her chest, she tugged up on her bindings. The movement jiggled her breasts.
"Very nice." He planted a kiss on the inner curve of her left breast. "Let me see that again." He fingered her deeper, his knuckles bumping the outer
edges of her cunt.
Eyes fluttering closed in ecstasy, she bit her lower lip to hold back a groan. Once more she struggled against her restraints, not out of frustration but
because, astonishingly, squirming in helpless captivity fired her blood.
Ty laved a wet ring around one taut nipple.
Electricity splintered through her breast and bolted straight into her core. "Gods! Stop teasing me and fuck me, West."
He chuckled at her impatience. "An hour ago, you threatened my life if I tried to 'jump your bones' without a little warm up. Make up your mind,
Medusa."
"I'm feeling warm enough, thank you."
He trailed moist kisses down the side of her throat. "When you get hot, let me know."
Earth 2065
Ty's hot gaze probed her eyes as he tightened the knot that bound her wrist to the tubular
cot frame.
A chill snaked down her naked body. Careful to hide the uncertainty running through her mind,
Reeva stared at her lover's determined expression, his dark brows furrowed in concentration,
wide lips pressed in a firm line, eyes slightly narrowed and staring deep into her soul.
Heaven help her, she'd never given any man this much power over her body. Why had she
submitted to a mercenary like Tybirius West?
Because he made her pulse pound in her throat, that's why.
Unable to use either hand now, she clenched and unclenched her fists. She swallowed hard when his brown hands skimmed down her pale legs,
asserting just enough pressure to let her know he meant business, until his warm palms settled around her ankles.
Here we go. Butterflies swirled in her belly. Her heels squeaked across the vinyl mattress pad as he split her legs in a wide V. Instinctively, she
squeezed her vaginal muscles, closing off access to her feminine core. When he raised a brow at her stiff legs, she gradually relaxed.
This was crazy! She expected wild, mindless sex from Ty befitting his forceful personality, not this slow, calculated, imprisonment of her body. The
hindrance of her freedom unsettled her, but that wasn't the only reason her heartbeat thumped faster. Her darkest fantasies featured sex with her
captor, and Ty treaded dangerously close to sordid desires that both frightened and enthralled her.
"I'm not going to hurt you," he rumbled in a low voice, wrapping a plush cuff around her ankle.
Maybe not, but the uncompromising gleam in his eyes shot anxiety through her. Her warrior instincts screamed at her to resist him while the curious
sexual being inside her flushed body demanded she lie still. When he bent down to clip the nylon strap hanging from the bed frame to the ring on the
ankle cuff, she kicked out reflexively. Surrender didn't come easily.
He caught her foot centimeters from his face, unfazed by her reaction. No harsh retort. No disapproving stare. Only a slight shake of his head and
then he placed her heel back on the cot.
Guilt oozed into her mind. No fair backing down now. She'd agreed to having sex by his rules.
With a soothing murmur, he slid his palm up her calf and pressed her knee flat. The way he looked at her stirred the fluttering feeling in her belly. â
€œReeva,â€� he whispered huskily as he pressed a velvety kiss on the inside of her thigh. "Relax."
Higher and higher he glided his lips, dusting kisses closer to the moist heat gathered between her legs. Time slowed as he neared the top of her leg.
Each succulent caress of his lips lingered now, gently stroking and sucking her sensitive flesh, leaving a tingling trail behind.
Wet heat flooded her sex. Stars, he fired her blood! She slowly inhaled as he neared her swollen pussy.
His tongue snaked out and slowly swirled a wet circle in the dip between her leg and mound. His warm breath puffed over her dark red bush.
Go on. Lick my pussy. Ever so slightly, she shifted her hips toward his mouth.
But he wasn't so easily enticed. He skipped over her dewy lips and trailed sensuous kisses down the other thigh.
Oh, no, oh! How she ached for his mouth on her heated center. A soft groan escaped, unbidden.
He raised his gaze and gave her a lazy, confident smile. "Patience, Reeva." His hand glided down her calf to her ankle once more.
A puddle of languid desire, she lay her head back on the pillow and let him immobilize her.
Once he tethered her to his satisfaction, he stood at the side of the cot, arms crossed over his chest, silently looking his fill. She rolled her head to the
side and watched desire deepen the hue of his eyes from frothy chocolate to sultry brown. During the last few months aboard the starfighter, she'd
caught brief snatches of him observing her the same way, and it always left her mouth dry.
Now that the battle had been won and they had several hours transit time before they reached the nearest space station, she'd finally learn the
depths of his passion. Soon enough, they'd receive their next assignments, which might separate them for years.
Sadness banded her heart. She'd never met anyone like him. A born leader the troops called him, and after fighting by his side, she had to agree.
Fearless, driven, relentless, and a risk taker. He amazed her. Now and then, he scared the hell out of her.
The air circulator hummed louder and a cool breeze swept over her, teasing her skin. Mesmerized by him, she waited, her gaze dropping to the
impressive bulge in his combat pants. Liquid heat pooled between her legs, scenting the air with musky perfume. Come on and show me what you've
got, she told him with her eyes.
His lips twisted into a self-assured smirk, and he studied her longer, waiting for who knew what.
"You'd better not walk out the door and leave me like this," she snapped, breaking the long silence.
A wicked grin spread across his face. "Sweetheart," he drawled, "I'm not leaving you for a long, long time." He tugged his sleeveless shirt over his
smoothly shaven head, flexing massive biceps, forearm muscles and pects. Hard-packed abs rippled as he flung the shirt to the floor.
Boldly, her gaze roamed. Her mouth watered as she scanned his dark, solid, delectable body.
He plopped a heavy combat boot on the side of the cot and flicked the buckles open. The loud snap cast tremors down her spine. With the boot
tongue loosened, he dropped his foot to the floor and toed it off, his gaze never leaving hers. He thrust the other boot up onto the bed and repeated
the process. He rolled his socks off his long feet, tucked the thick wads of synthetic cotton into the boot tops, and nudged the boots beneath the cot.
The heavy leather fell to the side with a dull thunk.
Sliding his large calloused fingers into his waistband, he popped open the closure, and then he shoved the durable fabric down his heavy thighs.
Goliath, the squadron's nickname for his giant black cock, sprung out, tall and proud. Reeva swallowed, wondering if she could handle him.
Ty stepped out of his pants and kicked them aside. He sank one knee onto the side of the cot. "Are you ready for me, Beautiful Medusa?" Bracing one
arm above her head on the pillow, he leaned down and kissed her on the forehead.
Leisurely, he brushed feather light kisses over her temple and cheek, pausing over her mouth and then passing over it to press another tender kiss
on the opposite cheek. He skimmed his other hand up her ribs, cupping his warm, broad palm beneath the swell of her rounded breast.
Reeva stared at his dark face, studying the tiny bumps on his freshly-shaven jaw, her pulse tripping twice as fast as her carefully measured breaths.
His nostrils flared whenever he neared her parted lips, tempted to be sure but holding back. His control surprised her. She expected a rough taking,
no holds barred. After all this bondage, she looked forward to something a little kinky, in fact. Instead, the only concession to touching her in a sexual
way played out by stroking a gentle arch with his thumb across her breast. The simple caress fired her blood faster than she anticipated.
But dammit, she'd waited a long time to feel him move inside her. Why didn't he get to it?
"I'm ready, Ty," she breathed, rolling her hips upward.
"Hmm." He abandoned her breast and slowly slid his palm down her belly. His moist breath puffed above her ear. "I'll be the judge of that." His rough
fingertips spanned her bushy mound. He dipped his middle finger between her swollen lips and stroked the dewy inner folds.
Oh, sweet torment! She sucked in her breath as one thick finger slid deep inside. "Mmm. Wet," he whispered against her parted lips. A second finger
joined the first, flowing in and out in a sensual glide.
Her nipples drew taut. Keen on crushing him to her chest, she tugged up on her bindings. The movement jiggled her breasts.
"Very nice." He planted a kiss on the inner curve of her left breast. "Let me see that again." He fingered her deeper, his knuckles bumping the outer
edges of her cunt.
Eyes fluttering closed in ecstasy, she bit her lower lip to hold back a groan. Once more she struggled against her restraints, not out of frustration but
because, astonishingly, squirming in helpless captivity fired her blood.
Ty laved a wet ring around one taut nipple.
Electricity splintered through her breast and bolted straight into her core. "Gods! Stop teasing me and fuck me, West."
He chuckled at her impatience. "An hour ago, you threatened my life if I tried to 'jump your bones' without a little warm up. Make up your mind,
Medusa."
"I'm feeling warm enough, thank you."
He trailed moist kisses down the side of her throat. "When you get hot, let me know."
