Warning: Must be 18 years or older to read this post. Not for children.
Present Day
“I need you, Selene. Please, don’t turn me away,” a deep masculine voice spoke from behind me.
I spun around in surprise, grabbing the edge of the kitchen counter to keep from falling. “Nardo, what are you doing here? I thought you were in the mines.”
Renardo’s gaze roamed over my face and still damp hair before snagging on my chest. “I know I said I’d give you time, and I’ve tried, but I need you now. I can’t wait any longer. Please, let me touch you. Give me some of your warmth.”
His intense stare made me look down. Seeing the gap in my robe, I clutched the edges, feeling my face burn. Inwardly, I cursed my virginal reaction.
“Nardo, I–” Need more time, I tried to say, but the words stuck in my throat.
Encroaching into my personal space, Nardo reached for the sash of my robe and pulled it loose. My robe fell open, revealing my nudity. Assuming our family quarters were empty, I hadn’t bothered dressing after my particle bath.
He groaned as though the sight of me naked pained him. “Please, Selene. Give me what I need. I promise I’ll make it good for you.”
Reluctantly, I nodded my assent. I didn’t really have a choice.
I flinched as his cool, calloused hands settled onto my waist and lifted me onto the countertop. Nardo slowly ran his hands from my waist down to the top of my thighs, sighing as though savoring the feel of my skin. Upon reaching my knees, he spread my legs wide. As he stared at my sex, I felt so damned exposed. It took every ounce of control I had not to shove him away and run for the safety of my bedroom.
“You’re so damned beautiful,” Nardo praised as he pulled the robe off my shoulders. “You have no idea how much I need you. How happy I am to finally have you.”
Nardo lowered his head to kiss me, but I turned my head, avoiding his lips. Instead, he kissed my cheek and nibbled his way down to my neck. His labored breathing revealed his straining self-control. One hand went to my sex, parted the lips, and stroked me. The other hand roamed over my hip and ass, constantly moving. As his mouth reached my breast, a finger pushed inside. I was dry, with not even a hint of arousal, and instinctively tightened against the intrusion.
Undeterred, Nardo continued probing. His unexpected gentleness caused my tense muscles to gradually relax. My mind still screamed for me to push him away, but I gritted my teeth against the urge and allowed him to touch me as he pleased. Nardo might have a legal right to my body, but that damned contract couldn’t make me respond. As he suckled my breast, he stroked in and out of me, preparing me for penetration. Despite my mental reservations, my sex slowly moistened.
Nardo must have decided I was ready, or he couldn’t wait any longer. He grabbed me by the hips and jerked my butt to the edge of the counter. Reflex had me grasping his shoulders to keep from falling. Impatiently, Nardo wrenched on the zipper of his jumpsuit, opening it to reveal a hard, muscled chest and a straining erection.
It felt wrong to look, but curiosity made me peek. I’d only seen one other man’s penis. Nardo’s was long and thick, and his penis canted slightly to the left. The tip glistened with precum. Busy pushing the jumpsuit off his shoulders and down to his hips, he didn’t notice me examining him.
He took hold of his cock and guided it to my core, rubbing it back and forth along my slit. On each pass, he glided it over my clit. As much as I hated to admit it, it felt good and I felt myself relaxing a bit more. Using two fingers of his free hand, Nardo parted my nether lips, lined his cock up with my entrance, and sheathed himself in one powerful thrust.
Back bowing, I clutched his shoulders and bit back a shriek of pain as my body tried to adapt. Panting, I waited for the pressure to ease. My nails dug into his skin hard enough to draw blood, but I couldn’t release my grip. Small whimpers escaped my throat as I switched to shoving against his shoulders, silently demanding to be released.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” Nardo captured both of my hands in his, laid his forehead against mine, and spoke soothingly. “Shush, sweetheart. Damn you’re tight. Shhh…I promise it will get better soon.”
He withdrew slightly and slowly glided back in. The pace was slow but demanding. He tried to be gentle, but as he got a taste of my heat, his instincts took over. He slammed back in, needing this connection with me. Slow withdrawals were followed by forceful entries. His body angled in a way that with each thrust, he rubbed against my g-spot. My pussy moistened, drenching his member.
He kept his forehead against mine. “Look at us, Selene. Watch how your body accepts mine.”
“No.” I didn’t want to see. Didn’t want to know. Feeling it was enough. I didn’t need a visual.
Nardo angled his mouth towards mine, once again trying to kiss me. I jerk back, deny him the intimacy of my mouth.
“Damn it, Selene. Stop holding back. You want this. I know you do. I can feel it.”
I glared at him. “You got what you wanted. Stop pushing for more.”
Growling with frustration, he increased the pace. He wriggled his hand between us and stroked my clit. My breath came out in little pleasured gasps as my resistance melted. Against my will, my hips arched up to meet each thrust. I found myself pulling him closer, and my legs lifted to wrap around his hips.
“That’s it, baby. Just like that.”
Nardo’s voice snapped me out of my lustful daze. Horrified, I dropped my legs and shoved at his hand. “Nardo, stop. Please. Don’t do this to me.”
“I have to make it good for you, too.” He grabbed the back of my neck and slammed his mouth onto mine. Nardo kissed me until I stopped fighting. Kissed me until I couldn’t breathe. When he released me, I gasped for air. I stopped trying to push him away, but I still tried to control my response. He wouldn’t let me.
He positioned me so with each thrust, he pressed against my front wall, rubbing against a hot spot. As his hips slammed into me, his pelvis knocked against my clit. My resistance shattered. My legs lifted and wrapped around his hips. Whimpers turned into a scream as I arched into him, my body convulsing as orgasm swept through me.
Renardo swept me off the counter and onto the table. He pressed me back, covering my body with his as his hips drove into mine. Once, twice, and three times. Then he choked out a tortured sounding groan as he began to buck.
I lay dazed, eyes gazing blindly at the ceiling. Nardo was a dead weight on top of me with his head against my neck. His moist breath tickling my neck as he panted. As I mentally replayed the last few minutes, a feeling of disgust came over me. Disgust with Nardo. Disgust with this unbearable situation. Most of all, disgust with myself for enjoying his lovemaking.
“You should go. They won’t like it if you’re late to work,” I said.
Nardo pressed his forearms on the table and lifted his head. I felt him studying my face. “Selene I–”
“I wondered what was taking you so long.”
Both Nardo and my gazes jerked towards the kitchen opening. Bain, my husband, stood in the doorway. I knew what he saw—me, his wife, splayed out naked on the table with his brother’s softening cock still embedded in my sex. Our pubic hair meshed together, shiny with the juices of our joining.
My hands shot out to cover my body; one arm crossed my breasts and the other to cover my sex. The tip of my fingers accidentally touched Nardo’s penis, and I snatched back my hand as though I’d been burned. Glancing longingly at my discarded robe, tears stung my eyes as I fought feelings of guilt.
The feel of Nardo sliding out of me as he stood brought my gaze back to him. “I had something that needed taking care of before I returned,” Nardo said calmly as he shrugged his shoulders back into the jumpsuit.
I watched helplessly, unable to glance away as Nardo tucked in his flaccid penis and fastened his suit. The jumpsuits were part of the personal protective equipment they wore as protection from the harsh conditions in the mines. The fabric was made of a luminisce fiber optic material that glowed in the dark.
Nardo grabbed his helmet off the nearby countertop and turned to face me again. “Thank you,” he mouthed before heading for the door. “I got what I needed. Let’s go,” he tossed out over his shoulder.
Ignoring his brother, Bain handed me my robe. With a decided lack of grace, I snatched the fabric from my husband and covered up as quickly as possible. Bain reached out to touch my cheek, pausing when I flinched.
“It’s okay.” Bain leaned forward and kissed me gently, signaling all was well between us. As he raised his head, he told me softly, “I may be late tonight. They’re moving us to a new sector.”
I sat frozen and silent as my husband walked out the door. As the door closed behind him, I rushed into the bathroom–the only place where we weren’t monitored—and let the floodgates open. Sliding down the wall with my back to the door, I buried my face in my knees to muffle my sobs. God, what I wouldn’t give to have a time machine so that I could go back into the past and choose differently.
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