Free Bloodmare (Chrome Horsemen MC, #1) by Carmen Faye Page B

tone, wouldn’t be a bad idea either – just saying.
    Again, this zone is non-existent during the normal course of the day and performing this stimulation on her, even with a deep, aggressive voice, would only incite her to scream “Rape!” and then claw her assailant’s eyes out.
    Nicole was well versed and deeply studied in these areas of knowledge. She also had several years of experience with dedicated experimentations, lab notes, and a wide subject base to work with, comprised of men who were normally quite forward with her when she inquired about particular results and stimulations. Because of her years of delving into this area, she wrongly believed that there was little for her to expand on and no experiences with her personal zones that would surprise her.
    She was deeply and wonderfully surprised by just how wrong she was.
    CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
    From her observations of herself to this point, there were two new developments, which she believed were clear enough and important enough to pay particular attention to. There might be more available, but her ability to think logically and to assess herself in a detached manner was deteriorating rapidly; in fact, she wouldn’t be surprised if her first climax came before she got his cock all the way in.
    The first development she observed was that her growing connection of intimacy with Cole was literally changing her body’s chemistry. The feeling of his hands on her thighs was not arousing her at expected levels. In fact, the result was far beyond simple arousal—it was an excruciating aphrodisiac, which she had no words for and no previous experience to compare – and it was growing. She was certain of it. She felt much more aware of him now than she did only a short time ago. 
    The second development, she observed, suggested that her rising level of intimacy was more or less controlled by his cock. The deeper she managed to work him in, the more rewarding it was on every level of her awareness – mental and spiritual included. Thus, his cock was also the true controlling aspect of the physical responses expected from her erogenous zones, as described before.
    She nearly laughed when the idea crossed her mind that Cole’s cock was therefore a possible tool for humans to achieve enlightenment.
    “It’s a fucking god,” she groaned through gritted teeth as she exerted more effort into her ass, hip, and thigh rotations, drilling his cock harder into her depths, resulting in an amazingly electric and galvanizing degree of global arousal. “Fuck, I love your cock, Cole! Shit!”
    While it wasn’t a true development, she noticed something else with growing concern, a concern that was developing into alarm. She observed that the aches and agonies, the rushes of pleasure and other emotionally charged events resulting from her fierce efforts to grind his cock in were on display. They were being communicated physically without her design or consent. As these stimulating events occurred, such as the growing ache in her pussy to get him inside, they were reflected instantly by a physical display of body language, communicating the occurrence of these events.
    For example, she may feel a rush of pleasure and sway with it, or suddenly convulse unexpectedly because of an agony in her clitoris; her abs rolled and her hips twisted reflexively when other events occurred. A swooning wave of bliss may make her hands into claws or alter the rhythmic gyrations of her hips. She watched with dismay, several times, as her hand shot to her nipple and pulled, reflexively creating a counter stimulation to the one threatening her.
    The result of these sexually charged actions was a charismatic, primal, and savagely erotic dance she apparently had no control over. While this was very disturbing and certainly not expected after years of experience, meditation, and training to ensure this exact phenomena did not happen, another observation was slightly more alarming at the present