Page 15 of Warped

CHAPTER 14: BINX

W hat Traven is doing to me is neither gentle nor affectionate, but that’s fine with me. Right now, I don’t need his affection.

All I need is his cock.

I need it inside me, thrusting and pounding, spearing me to my deepest core, and that’s exactly what Traven is giving me.

We are in the kitchen, and I am bent over the central island with my hands pressed against the countertop for support. My terry-cloth robe—the only thing I have on—is pushed up above my waist, and my hips are raised high, giving Traven full access to my pussy. He is taking it without question or mercy. He is claiming my pussy like he owns it, fucking me harder and deeper than I’ve ever been fucked before.

It feels amazing.

A few seconds ago, Traven said he was interrogating me. I don’t know what he meant by that, and to be honest, I don’t really care. The only thing that matters to me right now is having his big, hard cock inside me. It is the only thing that can save me from the torments of the Warp.

The orgasms I gave myself in the shower failed to diminish the heat of my desire. If anything, they only served to fan the flames. What I really need is the very thing Traven is giving to me now—a rough, angry ravaging that leaves no doubt about who is in charge.

His cock fills me completely. It stretches me to my limit. My pussy aches from the strain, but it’s a good ache that makes the pleasure feel even better. His big hands grip my hips while he pummels me with his cock. I couldn’t escape him if I tried.

I don’t try.

“Do you like that, woman?” Traven growls as he fucks me. “Are you ready to come on my hard cock?”

“Yes!” I gasp, my voice stuttering with the rhythm of the hard impacts. “And I want you to come too! I want you to do it inside me! I want you to fill my pussy with your cum!”

My face heats at the filthy words spilling out of my mouth. I know it’s only the Warp talking, but it doesn’t make it any less shameful. Before yesterday, I would never have begged for a man’s cum, but now I need it the way an addict needs her drug of choice.

It’s a good thing I’m on birth control, otherwise I would never make it through this trip without getting knocked up.

“Do you want it?” Traven growls as he continues to pound me. “Do you want to be seeded while you come?”

“Yes!” I cry. “Gimme! Gimme, gimme, gimme! ”

I want it. I need it. And pretty soon, I’m going to get it. I can feel an orgasm building inside me, like a spring winding tight before a release, and I can sense that Traven is right there with me. I can hear it in his bestial grunting. I can feel it in his hard muscles and throbbing cock.

We are going to come together.

I’ve never wanted anything so badly in all my life.

But at the last possible moment, Traven stops. He pauses on a backstroke, with only his tip still inside me, denying my release and his.

“If you want it,” he says, “you’ll have to start telling me the truth.”

My body trembles in frustration. Instinctively, I try to shove myself back onto him, but his hands on my hips are like a pair of steel clamps holding me in place. The lips of my pussy clench around his tip in a desperate attempt to milk him for his seed, but the big warper remains steadfast in his resistance.

“Nice try,” he chuckles. “But that’s not gonna work. Neither one of us is gonna come until you tell me what I want to know.”

Now I understand what he meant by interrogation. He is torturing me, not with pain, but with pleasure denied. And I, like the fool that I am, fell right into his trap.

Not that I really had any choice in the matter. Traven didn’t ask permission to fuck me. He took me by force.

And now he’s denying me by force.

He’s making me beg.

“Please,” I whine. “Please don’t do this to me, Traven. I need to come. Oh God, I need to come so bad.”

“In that case, you’d better start talking.”

He wants to know the truth about me. He wants to know why I decided to come aboard his ship as a companion. I can’t tell him that. I can’t let him find out the real reason I’m doing this.

In a fit of desperation, I slide my right hand off the counter and shove it down between my legs. I frantically begin rubbing my clit, but before I can make myself come, Traven seizes my wrist and pulls it around behind my back.

“Stop that,” he snarls.

But I don’t stop. I can’t. I need to come so bad it fucking hurts.

I make another attempt with my left hand, but Traven is too quick for me. Before I even have a chance to make contact, my left arm is pinned behind my back too.

Now his hands are off my hips, so I can move my lower body freely. I slam my butt back into him repeatedly in a desperate attempt to come.

“Please!” I beg. “Please, please, please!”

Traven thrusts into me hard, pinning my hips against the counter. It’s almost enough to make me climax.

Almost… but not quite.

“Please,” I sob with tears welling in my eyes. “I need to come, Traven. I need you to come, too. I need to feel you coming deep inside me.”

“Then you’d better start talking,” he hisses. “What’s your real name?”

“My name is Bianca, but my friends call me Binx, I swear.”

With his hard cock still wedged tightly inside me, Traven leans in close and sniffs my throat like a hungry wolf. For a second, I almost think he’s going to bite me, and the sensation raises goosebumps all over my vulnerable skin.

“You’re lying,” he says. “Only a little, but still… something you’re telling me isn’t true.”

Tears are rolling down my cheeks now. My whole body is shivering with need. My nipples are painfully erect, and so is my clitoris. I want to touch it. I want Traven to touch it. I want to come. Oh God, I want to come.

“My friends don’t call me Binx,” I admit, my voice breaking. “It’s what my daddy used to call me.”

Traven’s cock throbs inside me.

“Your daddy, huh? I guess that means me and Rek are your daddies now. Tell me something, Binx. Did your daddy ever spank you when you were a bad girl?”

“No!” I shout, and then I add, “I was always a good girl.”

“Well, you’re being a bad girl now.”

“How?”

“Because you still aren’t telling me the whole truth, woman. I know this is the first time you’ve been a Warp companion. What I don’t know is why you’re doing it now. Why are you on my ship?”

My mind races as I try to come up with a good lie, but it’s difficult to think with a hard cock deep inside my body.

“Sex!” I gasp. “I—I wanted to know what it felt like to be fucked by a warper. I wanted to experience it at least once in my life.”

“Well now you’ve experienced it,” Traven says. “More than once. And you’re gonna experience it many more times before this trip is through. But first, you have to tell me the truth…”

He sniffs me again.

“You’re still lying.”

He swivels his hips slowly, not thrusting, just stirring his big dick inside me, pushing my pleasure right up to the precipice of my release. My skin is dripping with sweat now. My face is wet with tears. My need is clawing at my insides like a trapped beast that’s trying desperately to escape.

“Please,” I whimper. “Traven, please…”

“The truth,” he growls.

It would only take a few seconds to tell him about it all. The Gaia Group. Stanley. The datastick in my trench coat, and the horrible secret it contains. I’m sure if I told Traven, he would finally let me come.

“I… I… I…”

Suddenly, a voice booms out behind us, loud and cheerful.

“Well now! Looks like the two of you are getting along just fine without me.”

It’s Rek. He’s standing on the stairs at the side of the room with a black briefcase in his hand and a big grin on his face. He’s dressed like yesterday in a T-shirt and jeans, but I can see the shape of his hard arousal pressing against the tight denim.

Traven, startled by the unexpected intrusion, unintentionally eases his grip on my body.

I instantly seize the opportunity, wrench my right hand free, and shove it down between my legs to stroke my aching clit. At the same time, I rock my hips, slamming my butt back into Traven’s pelvis, riding his hard cock.

It’s enough to make both of us finish.

Traven grunts like a beast as his cock pulses inside me, filling my pussy with a flood of hot, thick cum. At the same time, my own climax rips through me like an explosion. The pleasure is so brutal and intense, I almost black out from it.

Rek bites his lip as he watches. He strokes the bulge at the front of his jeans.

“Fuck, that looked amazing,” he says. “I have half a mind to spread her out on the counter and give her a load of my own…”

He scratches his head and grins.

“Gonna have to wait, though. We got ourselves a schedule to keep.”

“I take it you found what you were looking for?” Traven asks.

Rek lifts the briefcase and smirks.

“Yep. Now hurry up and meet me in the cockpit. The sooner we get on our way, the sooner we can try these bad boys out.”

He races up the stairs to the upper levels of the ship, leaving me alone with Traven again.

For a moment, neither one of us speaks, and Traven holds my body against his while his cock continues to throb and pulse inside me. Finally, he pulls out, and a gush of warm fluid spills from between my legs, splattering all over the kitchen floor.

“Guess we’ll have to continue this interrogation later,” he says. “You’ve been a bad girl, Binx. A very bad girl indeed. And on this ship, bad girls always get what’s coming to them.”

He pulls up his sweatpants and stomps away.