what the consequences might be.
Stop this-have to fight it! Have to fight! she told herself fiercely.
“No!” she tried to shout, but it came out as a whisper as J’are sucked one of her nipples into his hot mouth and played with the other, tugging lightly in a way that made her moan.
Sparks of pleasure shot down Imani’s spine and straight to the throbbing spot between her thighs. She could feel her pussy getting hot and wet and she was desperately afraid that was where the big Nightwalker would head next.
As it turned out, she was absolutely correct.
After sucking and stroking her breasts for a good long time, J’are at last began to lick his way down her trembling belly.
“No,” Imani said again but again it came out as a whisper. “J’are,” she begged. “Please…”
But he was already tugging at her panties with his teeth.
For a moment, Imani tried desperately to hold them up. Gripping the thin lace sides, she hung on grimly as he tugged. Even though they barely covered her—in fact, didn’t quite cover her mound, since they allowed the top of her slit to be seen—she didn’t want to lose them. They were her last barrier—without them, she feared J’are could do whatever he wanted with her.
And she knew what he wanted.
Then, abruptly, J’are stopped tugging. He released his grip on the top of her panties and began kissing the top of her mound—hot, open-mouthed kisses that made Imani feel like she was melting from the inside out.
“Oh,” she whispered, running her hands over his short, spiky hair. “Oh, J’are…that’s not right, you’re not playing fair. Oh!”
This last exclamation was because she felt his hot tongue slip deftly into her slit. He parted her inner folds easily and lapped lower, teasing her aching clit and sending fire through her veins.
“Oh!” Imani cried again and now she found that, rather than fighting to keep her panties up, she was pushing them down. Pushing them down and spreading her thighs to give him greater access to her pussy.
J’are seemed to approve of this. He growled hungrily and intensified his lapping, spreading her open to lick from the entrance of her well all the way up over her button and to the top of her slit before diving down to repeat the process again.
“Oh, J’are…” Her hips worked as she rode his tongue, rubbing against him wantonly as he tasted her honey. She shouldn’t be doing this but it felt so good, felt so right…
And then, to her horror, Imani found that she was suddenly right on the brink of orgasm.
God, she shouldn’t be going along with J’are this way! She ought to be fighting to get free—wiggling and kicking and biting. Not lying here with her thighs spread and her hands on his head, guiding him lower, tilting her hips to get more of his hot, wet tongue inside her…
And yet she felt helpless to stop. Again, she thought maybe it was his scent. It was so strong—so wild and enticing. It seemed to act on her like a drug, making her do things she wouldn’t normally do—like slide her panties all the way off and spread her legs as wide as she could while the big Nightwalker lapped her throbbing pussy until she started coming…coming so hard she could barely breathe as her hips bucked up to meet his hot tongue lashing her swollen folds…
The orgasm seemed to clear her head a little, but Imani had no illusions about running now. There was no way she could get away from J’are—no way he wouldn’t catch her and bring her down to the ground.
So when he nudged her to turn over, she didn’t try to fight him. Instead, she got on her hands and knees, complying with his mute demands and directions.
In this position, she could feel the remote to his pain collar swinging between her breasts. Looking down for a moment, she contemplated the big red pain button at its center. But she couldn’t use it on J’are—she wouldn’t. It would be a betrayal of his trust.
And it would also stop the action, wouldn’t it? a little voice sneered in her head. So you’re not touching that remote, no matter what, are you, Imani?
Imani did her best to push the little voice away. Instead, she concentrated on J’are—on what was about to happen.
“You…you want me like this?” she whispered, looking back at him. “Is this the way you need to take me?”
In answer, he put his hands on her