Teasing Tilly by Kaitlyn O'Connor Read Free Book Online

lower body lifted up and supported by her legs.  Her legs were splayed wide and the nanos drew the fleshy outer lips of her sex back to offer him unimpeded access. 
    His assault startled her, caught her so completely off-guard she didn’t even have time to mentally brace herself.  He dropped to his knees, caught her buttocks and lifted her sex to his mouth so that she was hanging head down, her legs draped over his shoulders.
    His mouth was hot and hungry as he covered her sex and began to suck and gnaw at it with a fierceness that punched all of the air out of Tilly’s lungs.  In the first seconds, she wasn’t certain if his assault was more pleasurable or more hurtful, but she was in no doubt for more than a handful of seconds.  Heat scoured her.  Her belly tied itself into knots.  Endorphins filled her mind so rapidly that she felt drunk, so dizzy she thought she might pass out.
    She hoped she would.
    Mindful of the audience, she struggled to catch her breath without making a sound and to mentally close her mind to what he was doing.
    It was a waste of effort.  Her clit, despite the days that had been spent tormenting her by stimulating it, almost seemed more sensitive than ever before.  She suffered the exquisite torture of pleasure in silence as long as she could, but that wasn’t long.  Within a handful of minutes she reached a summit she couldn’t surpass.
    She was so beleaguered in point of fact that moments of sheer torture passed before she realized he wasn’t going to allow her to come.  She felt like weeping, wanted to escape the torture of his mouth when she knew he wouldn’t allow fulfillment, but there was no escape.  She could do nothing but endure until he decided he was satisfied.
    That seemed to take forever.  She reached the breaking point before he was satisfied—or perhaps that was what he’d been waiting for, for her to reach the point where she could no longer contain the moans of pleasure, the groans of despair because she couldn’t find release.  She was close to blacking out, however, when he finally took one last near painful drag at her clit and released it.
    She could feel her pounding pulse in every part of her body when he put her away from him.
    He got up a little unsteadily, breathing heavily.  “Come.”
    Apparently he didn’t mean that literally.
    Tilly had cause to be glad she had the suit manipulating her as if she was a puppet because she was as weak as a ragdoll from his attentions, too weak to get up without help.
    Her head spun when she gained her feet and she was too dazed to know where she was or what he expected of her.
    He caught one arm and led her from the room and down the corridor.
    Hopefulness rose in her breast that he was taking her back to her cell where she could at least hide from the other women, but he marched her past it, and past the room where they’d been processed.
    The door they finally reached at the opposite end opened into what appeared to be the control room of the ship. 
    The commander was sitting in an elevated chair.  The other aliens she’d seen—that she was pretty sure had been inside of her several times—were seated at various consoles.
    The commander’s eyes narrowed.  “She failed to cooperate?”
    “Defied me.  I had to punish her, but I did not fill her with come.”
    Tilly sent a startled glance of disbelief at the man before she could help herself, but one look at his face was sufficient to warn her that she would deeply regret it if she called him out on the lie.  She transferred her gaze to the deck at her feet. 
    “Come.”
    It was the commander’s voice.  She recognized it instantly.
    Reluctance flickered through her.  The skunk had lied—most likely to cover his ass because he hadn’t immediately discharged his orders—or maybe it was part of their ‘game’?
    Despite their broken English and the fact that they seemed to relish their ‘job’, she wasn’t in any doubt that she was being