Taming an Angel

by Kathleen Lash

  “Nay,” he said, stroking her back. “They see what I do when you walk as you did.”

  “What’s that?”

  “You’ve been hurt so terrible you can’t come past it yet. You carry the weight of many crimes. Crimes they didn’t stop. They see how sad Bragg made you.”

  “I’m a reminder of what happened.” She trembled.

  He bet she didn’t like what she learned.

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  Her eyes grew glassy. “I don’t want to remind anyone of Bragg in any way. What can I do?”

  “It’s not hard. Settle against me while we figure it out.” When she stopped shaking and breathed normally, he said, “You hold your head high, don’t hide from those you pass. Acknowledge them as you do me men and Ryker. It’s a brave thing to do, especially at first because you won’t feel right in doing it. But after a time, it’ll get easier.

  Let them see you’re not some broken gal, creeping by to go unnoticed. Tell them with your shoulders back, standing straight while meeting their eyes that you’re Jess Tiernan, and no matter what that piece of shit did to you, you’ll never be held down again.”

  “I can do that.” Her soft voice held conviction.

  He smiled. That’s me strong, brave gal. “Of course you can. And in doing so, you’ll show wee Zoe and Angela they shouldn’t feel ashamed of what’s been done.”

  Her arms twined around his neck as her cheek settled next to his. “I’ll do it.”

  “Aye, you will and I’ll be with you.”

  “I’m glad.”

  “And if any of them give you a strange look, I’ll punch them to the floor.”

  She squeezed him. “Like you did that guard?”

  “Aye.”

  “One punch and he was out.”

  “He focking deserved much worse.”

  “The word is fuck. F-uhhhh-kah.”

  “Yeah?”

  “Yes.”

  With the word spoken, his thoughts turned to an immediate need. He kissed her neck and licked the salt from her skin. “God, Jess,” he breathed in her scent, “you smell so good to me.”

  “Stop it.” She struggled but didn’t get far. “I must smell like something left under a bed.”

  “Oh sweet,” he groaned, turning them both and settling above her. “Ye’re speldon donyeh and me dishalia fi’erdan besucha soonadah, me broughen gal.” Your scent’s erotic and I need to fuck you gently now, my beautiful woman.

  Jessica strained against him after the harmonious, melodic phrase. She’d long since looked beyond his unusual words to the passion beneath. Her Braughman—her husband, struggled with Governance language but his meaning somehow transcended.

  It had little to do with her ability to sense thoughts. This was something entirely to do with what lay between a man and woman.

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  Clothes came away torn with how hastily he removed them. When he stretched her out on the bed, he said, “I’ve thought morn and eve about something.”

  Very little in life required that much attention. She mentally braced herself.

  “What?”

  He brushed his fingers against her cheek and down her throat. “You’ve been trusting and shared your body and heart with me. But I want something more.

  Something of great import to me.”

  She’d give him most anything. “Name it.”

  “I want to watch while you find your own pleasure.”

  Her heart sped and her mouth watered. “You’re joking?”

  “You’re so damned different than most gals, hon, I’d like to learn how best to touch you.”

  “You do just fine.”

  “Aye, so far things have worked out. It would settle me mind to know for sure though. Teach me. Show me.” He took her hand into his and caressed it with his thumb.

  “I wouldn’t know what to do.”

  “I’ll help a bit until you get the hang of it. Are you willing?”

  She tried to fathom exactly what he wanted to see. It’s not as if she’d thought too much about sex prior to meeting him. She’d been conditioned to do the exact opposite.

  Hesitantly, she nodded.

  He leaned down and placed a gentle kiss upon her lips. “Keep your eyes closed and think about what would feel good to you.”

  Things immediately came to mind. “Your hands on my breasts, your mouth on my nipples.”

  His tongue slowly spread moisture over her bottom lip. When she tried to deepen the kiss, his mouth lifted. “Shane?”

  “Nay, don’t open your eyes. Relax. I’m right here. Your nipples, hon, they’re aching for attention.”

  “Please touch me.”

  His hands grasped her wrists. He placed her palms down on her belly. She squirmed and arched her back. God, she could feel his breath wash over her breasts.

  “I’ll kiss them if you make them stand proud for me?”

  “Yes,” she said, sliding her hands up her belly before covering her breasts.

  “Oh that’s it. Cup and hold them. Squeeze them a bit.”

  Caressing herself in front of him didn’t sit well, but after a few minutes, she concentrated on how her hands felt on her breasts. Of course she’d touched them before when need dictated it. The touching she did then wasn’t necessary.

  “They’re perfect, Jess. Feel them as I do. Touch all that soft skin covering your firm flesh. Did you know the sight of your breasts is very sexual to me?”

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  “No,” she said on a sigh. She knew men found them interesting and wanted to touch her there, but she’d never contemplated exactly why.

  “And while they feel fine and firm, when I touch them, you respond so sweetly. I can gauge your desire from holding and kissing your breasts.”

  “H-how?”

  “Like now, when they’re touched and stroked the right way, with the right amount of pressure, your nipples lengthen and get firm. They swell and tell me they want kissed and licked.”

  The thought of him using his mouth made her thighs clench together in anticipation. Knowing he watched had somehow made her very wet. Or perhaps the pressure of her hands gently kneading her breasts did. Whatever the reason for her desire, she no longer cared. She wanted more.

  “Does that feel good to you, pinching your nipples and pulling on them? You seem to like the licking and kissing I do, but when your need comes up, you want things a bit rougher, aye?”

  “Yes.”

  “Find out how much you want, how hard you like it.”

  When she squeezed each nipple between her thumbs and fingertips, her heels dug into the bed and her thighs clenched tightly. A jolt of pleasure shot through her pussy as she moaned. She never knew touching herself could be so erotic.

  “Pinch those nipples harder, hon, you like it. You need it. That’s it; press your legs together too. You know what feels good, how to make your body sing. Show me.”

  “You promised,” she whined. “Said you’d help.”

  “You think your nipples are hard enough now?”

  “Yes, please.”

  “Please, what?”

  “Lick and kiss them. Do it, now.”

  “Aye, and while I see to those nipples, why don’t you slide your fingers between your legs.”

  She opened her eyes and stilled. He hovered above with an intense expression. He leaned down, gave a few leisurely licks to a nipple before kissing and tugging on the stiff peak. By the time he finished, she could barely catch her breath.

  “Clearly you know what’s below,” he said.

  “Of course I do.”

  He straightened and cupped her face. He kissed her and smiled. “I’m sure you’ve taken care of your needs down there, but you’ve never taken the time to explore. That’s all I’m asking you to do now. I’ve seen a gal before, touched a few between the legs too, but each is different. You’re different.”

  “Because I’m pierced
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  “Aye, that’s part of it. But what I’d meant is that each gal requires a different type of touching. And even if you figure out what gets them hot, the touching should change as desire burns. I want to see what type of touching you like as your pleasure builds.”

  “How will I know? It’s not like I’ve ever done something like this.”

  “Easy, sweet.”

  “You’ve touched more women than I have. Shouldn’t you be the expert?”

  He chuckled. “No one knows better than you what you need and when you need it.

  I don’t have your second sight. I try to be in tune with you, read your body language to know what you might like. If you show me though, I’ll know for sure.”

  “This is so unexpected.”

  When he kissed her again, he afforded long moments for her to relax. Soon, all she concentrated on were his lips and tongue and how good he made her feel. Her mind clouded as she floated on a blissful cloud of desire and contentment. She barely noticed when he’d stopped kissing her mouth to feast on her breasts.

  “Oh Shane, don’t stop.”

  He didn’t until he began kissing a path down her belly. The thought of him kissing lower made her legs separate. He gently grasped her wrist and brought her hand close to his mouth. His warm breath danced over it. His lips nibbled before his tongue stroked her middle finger.

  “Shane!”

  He answered her cry by sucking her finger into his hot, wet mouth. Her hips shot off the bed as her legs spread wider. God he used his mouth on her like she’d done previously to his cock. The sensations were incredible. No wonder he liked it so much.

  Lost in hazy lustful musings, she hadn’t noticed other things he done until she felt the piercing and her clit beneath the fingers of her other hand. Startled, she tried to pull away but his large hand held her still. The pressure and suction from his mouth increased and she forgot what’d disturbed her the moment prior.

  By the time he stopped sucking, she found herself focused on the lovely pressure over her swollen clit. The bed shifted as he repositioned himself to sit next to one of her legs. She didn’t bother opening her eyes because everything felt wonderful in the darkness. No, she wouldn’t think about Shane watching what she did to herself.

  Something gently touched her pussy. His thumbs! He slowly separated the lips until her fingers had unhindered access. God, her swollen clit pushed against the pierced hood, begging for attention. As he held her open, she felt moisture trickle from her entrance down the crease by her ass.

  “Damn, you’re so wet,” Shane said between long purposeful breaths.

  Knowing he watched her fingers and could clearly see how excited she was, had an erotic effect. She slid two fingers further into her crease and began rubbing her clit. Her fingertips skimmed and strummed the soaking entrance to her vagina.

  “That’s right, Jess. That’s me good gal. Make yourself come.”

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  “I can’t.”

  “Let it build.” He shifted again but she couldn’t figure out where he’d gone.

  Actually, she didn’t care. His thumbs continued holding her lips wide open.

  “Fuck me, Shane. Please. Now!”

  “Almost there, sweet, you’re doing fine. Keep it up and when it happens, I’ll help.

  I’m going to fill you when you start to come.”

  “Yes!” That’s all she needed to hear. Her fingers rubbed harder and faster. She could hardly wait to feel his length sliding in.

  Pressing hard on her clit with her fingertips, she exploded into climax. In the next instant, she felt strong hands grasping her ass, pulling her cheeks apart and Shane sliding his incredibly thick erection into her sheath. The muscles in her vagina had been tightened in orgasm when he pushed inside. She screamed in pleasure, unable to believe how huge he felt.

  The climax continued in long, strumming pulses that built and built toward something just beyond her reach. She’d die if she didn’t get it. “Harder!” Her mind spun as she dug her nails into his shoulders, trying to find an anchor. “I need…I need.”

  “What, Jess!”

  “More!” She’d no idea what she needed more of however. It loomed, waiting a hairsbreadth away, teasing her.

  He labored, giving her the most exquisite pleasure she’d ever endured. Still, she knew something hovered in the distance and she kept reaching, striving to claim it.

  The cabin rolled. After a moment, she realized the room hadn’t moved. Shane merely turned them over. She sat on an incredibly long, thick cock that reached further than before. Tentatively, she shifted atop him and received the most thorough stroking she’d ever felt. After no more than a minute, she found each movement creating throbbing pulsations in the piercing above her clit. With him buried deep, in a strange way, it seemed as though she were the one taking him. What a feeling of power! She’d never been astride a man.

  Twisting her hips, shifting forward and back, up and down, she experimented until she found the perfect combination of sensations. The room darkened as her body tightened, tensed and stretched. The climax remained fixed, unyielding, but the something she sought drew ever closer.

  “Ach! Shit!”

  “Hold on. Don’t come!” She rode him more urgently, forcing her body to open and accept what would happen. As with her first climax, when she finally got what she’d been after, the euphoric intensity of the experience stunned and surprised her. All three of the piercings trembled and pulsed, creating shockwaves through her body. For a split second, a cold feeling washed over her. In the next heartbeat, she knew the jewelry hadn’t suddenly come alive. Her body created the quivering in the jewelry. By the heavens, the sensations were beyond anything she’d felt in her life.

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  She sobbed before she cried out. “Shane!”

  “Aye,” he said as his cock jerked and warmed her insides with cum, “finish me.

  Ride me ‘til the end!”

  She tried but after the mind-blowing orgasm, her limbs became sluggish and useless. He helped by grasping her hips and rocking her back and forth. Slowly, their motions slowed until she sat atop him, worn out, dumbfounded and fully sated.

  He gently grasped her upper arms and eased her down beside him. He cuddled her and repeatedly kissed her forehead and cheeks. Both of them were bathed in perspiration. She glanced at the wall monitor and discovered they’d been together more than a few hours. Hours!

  “Wow!” she said.

  He gently nipped her lips before stroking her cheek. “Aye. Wow.”

  She peered at him through sleepy eyes. “You don’t look too good, Shane. Are you all right?”

  “I will be,” he said as his chest rose and fell against hers. His Adam’s apple moved when he swallowed. “After a spell, I reckon.”

  Slowly they managed to regain their breath. He stilled completely and she found him gazing at her with a shocked expression.

  “Jess, you’re smiling.”

  “Am I?” Her smile grew, she couldn’t help it. As if I never smile.

  “Have I told you yet this morn how dear you are to me?”

  “In a manner, yes. I’d say you’ve gotten your point across.” A trickle of perspiration ran down the side of his face. She wiped it away.

  “You were incredible. I’d never felt anything like that. What happened?”

  Because of you, the piercings placed to torture me now bring me the utmost pleasure. She’d bet other women didn’t feel anything compared to her recent experience. He somehow thought she alone created the incredible event. She wasn’t so sure he should know differently. Perhaps in time. “Sometimes things just work out.”

  “Aye, they do.” He leaned down to tenderly kiss her nipples. When he straightened and settled next to her with their noses almost touching, he said, “Remember that when you meet me fam.”

  The smile vanished an
d her stomach soured.

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  Chapter Twelve

  After arriving on her home planet, Jessica stood next to Shane as the General detailed the aid forthcoming from the Governance. She couldn’t remember Blue smelling like the Doxyn prison. A crowd gathered in the filthy street as General Ryker spoke with the leader of her home. The shabby dwellings kept releasing more untidy beings until Jessica wanted to run. They stared at her, Zoe and Angela in horror. She couldn’t recall what she’d expected upon her return . She certainly didn’t imagine the nightmare taking place.

  When the General gave permission for members of their families to come forward to greet them, no one stepped up. Brother Damius, the current leader of Blue, explained their reluctance. They’d been punished for bearing throwbacks. It’d take more than some words from a Governance General to take the mistrust away. Jessica knew the less than enthusiastic welcome stemmed from the reports given to Blue about the treatment of throwbacks. The entire meeting took no more than an hour before General Ryker turned to her. “Missus, may I have a search conducted for your parents?”

  There wasn’t a need. She’d spotted her mother standing in the crowd. A brief fifteen-second assessment let Jessica know she wouldn’t be welcome. Her mother’s expression clearly demonstrated disgrace and humiliation.

  “No, Sir,” she said quickly. “I have no home here. There’s no reason to dally.”

  “As you wish, Missus.”

  The General, Shane, Finn, Angela, Zoe, her and twenty Governance soldiers prepared to leave. As they walked the slight distance back to the transport area, someone grabbed her hand. A small girl held tight and tugged her away from Shane.

  When Jessica stooped to her level, she saw golden eyes peering from inside the hood.

  The girl suddenly threw herself into Jessica’s arms, which made them tumble to the street. Jessica instinctively embraced the child and held her close. From inside the hood, she heard a small voice exclaim, “You’re like me! Take me with you. I belong with you.”

  The terror coming from the girl made Jessica tremble. She asked, “Aren’t you a bit warm inside all that cloth?”

  “Yes.”

  “Would you like to take the coat off, little Miss?”