by Grace, Viola
“She is also a cold-blooded killer who likes leather and discipline.” He smiled. “And she’s the poster girl for a number of live ranges in town.”
“Yeah. I remember hearing that from Thirteen.”
“It doesn’t scare you?”
“She isn’t spanking me, so I don’t care. As for the live range thing, the proceeds of the t-shirts and mugs go to the neonatal units of hospitals around Aksalla and the capitol.”
He stroked his hands down her back and cupped her butt. “I like you with or without wings.”
She chuckled. “I like you any way I can have you.”
He groaned and pulled her off him, turning them to their sides so he could slide into her, cupping her breasts and stroking her belly while he eased into her in a slow beat again. He rocked into her for what seemed like an hour as she twisted to kiss him as they moved together.
She enjoyed the slow burn between them, and when it got hotter and he rolled her to her belly, she crushed the bedding under her hands and raised her hips to his. She arched back against him while he gripped her throat.
She gasped when her body gave in to the friction, and he kept moving. Her gasp turned into whining that went on and on as her body tried to contain him, stop him, hold him, and he kept moving with more and more ferocity. She let out soft cries, and when he was growling against her neck, she gasped out, “Gorith, please!”
“There it is, angel. Say it again.”
“Gorith, cum now, or I am blocking your entrance to the resort and anywhere else.”
“Yes, mistress. Now, say my name again without the threat.”
She let out a soft whimper and whispered, “Gorith, please.”
He thrust into her and groaned as his hand moved under her and caressed her clit with firm pressure. She bucked against him, and the noise that came from her throat was guttural. He held her shoulder with his teeth, and she went limp as her body milked his and her energy level drained.
When his jaws let her go, she dropped to the sheets and gasped. She felt him gather her up, but she was in a warm golden place where her body wasn’t part of her. Her psyche was rolling around happily.
Gorith carried her to the giant soaker tub that was being held at the perfect temperature.
He sat in the warm water with her and got a fluffy sponge, then soaked it and pressed it gently to her skin, sending rivulets of water down her breasts, back, and shoulders.
She dozed against him, and he took care of her.
“Ah, little angel, you are going to be sore in the morning.” He chuckled.
She nodded. “I know, but I wanted to make sure that our first time together was memorable for both of us. I have set the bar pretty high.” She turned her head and pressed a kiss to his collarbone. “I will have to do better next time. I need to work on my stamina.”
He chuckled. “You are trying to kill me, right? Hanging around with assassins has made you bloodthirsty.”
She yawned. “No, I just want to make sure that you don’t regret me. The new me. I know all your triggers were set to the old me, the tiny me. The helpless me.”
“It was always your eyes. I was attracted to the look in your eyes. There was always a moment before the boss ordered me to set you off that you looked at me with hope in those eyes. There were also moments when you were bound and gagged and were furious before I even got there. Those were days when I set you off with a single touch and had to pretend a second touch quickly.”
“I would like to know what sadist suggested to the boss that having me orgasm was a way to discipline me.”
He cleared his throat. “He was talking about having you whipped, so I suggested public embarrassment instead. Since I can set any woman off with two touches, it let him keep control of you, didn’t injure you, and made me indispensable to the family.”
“I suspected that much. You always had a slightly apologetic look behind your eyes.”
“I deeply regretted it. I also was able to get them to hold off until you were eighteen. They wanted to start a few years earlier, but me getting arrested on a molesting charge would have not been great for the family.”
“I am glad that they held back. That probably would have driven me completely insane as opposed to the partial situation I ended up with.”
He stilled. “What?”
She patted his chest. “I have had my therapy and dealt with my rage. The good thing is that the physical damage I did reset my perspective. It gave me my phoenix moment. After that, you didn’t matter so much.”
“Ouch.” He sighed. “I have a boatload of regrets.”
“Lose them at sea. Nothing can be done about them now, and you aren’t on that assignment anymore. If you ever do end up assigned to torture me again, let me know so I can practice with the blades first. If you ever try that again, you are losing a limb, energy or otherwise.”
He touched her chin and raised her head. “I am never going to put you in that position, and if anyone else tries, feel free to use the blades.”
She grinned sleepily. “I will. If it comes between me and someone else, I now pick my survival and sanity every single time.”
“Noted.”
She pressed her head to his shoulder and nodded off. She trusted him to take care of her. If he ever betrayed that trust, it was knife time.
Chapter Seventeen
Dressed in her management best, she looked at the schedule for the next four days. Gorith was headed back to do whatever it was when he wasn’t an assessment officer in the capitol. He was right, she was sore, but as she shifted in her chair, she had a tiny smile on her face.
Her com rang, and Zera’s face was on the screen. “So, Tirra, how are you today?”
“Fine.”
“How was Gorith?”
“Good.”
Zera snorted. “Am I going to get details out of you?”
“No.” She smiled.
“Fine. There are requests for you in the capitol. They are coming thick and fast, and a few of them are from organized crime families who have patron members requesting you as Tarra.”
“Right, so my time in the lab did what we thought it would do.”
“Yup. Krizt is plugging the leak, but the boat is sinking. Did you tell Gorith?”
She sipped at her coffee. “Nope. I am going to ask Khytten and Torenne to take me to a live range to practice with my newest additions. Also, you know that I am not technically an escort until I sign the contract, right?”
“Uh-huh. So what was last night?”
“Practice. I had to take the wheels off the bike eventually.”
“So, did the wheels come off?”
“Oh, yeah. Half a dozen times.”
Zera frowned. “Good, but are you sore?”
“Little bit. Nothing I can’t handle.”
“Ask Khytten for help. She will be happy to help.”
“I was going to ask Torenne.”
“Khytten is better with soft tissue.”
“Right, well, she will probably be busy today. She has the babies, and Salat is home, and Torenne is there so...”
“Good thing that I called her before I called you. She has plenty of space in her schedule for you, and she’s worried about you and Gorith, so this will set her pregnant mind at ease.”
“Wow. You are good with the guilt.”
Zera grinned. “I have had excellent teachers. Nothing is more manipulative than a guy or girl angling for sex.”
There was a knock on Tirra’s door, and she looked up. A bemused Stillnar opened the door, and he smiled. “Tirra, you have visitors.”
Khytten peeped around him and wiggled her fingers. “Hi, Tirra. We have come to kidnap you. Zera says you need a day with friends and some exercise. We are here to do all of that.”
To her shock, Salat peeped around with his shoulders and head over his tiny mate, and he grinned. “Come on. I am letting Khytten drive. We should be to the city in twenty.”
Khytten was grinning. �
�Torenne has a change of clothing for you so that you can run around the range more comfortably. Oh. Here.”
A small vial came flying toward Tirra, and she caught it. “What’s this?”
“Healing for some... uh... bruising.” Salat smiled.
Tirra glared at the image on the com, and she said, “I will talk to you later, tattletale.”
Zera laughed. “This is why I am in charge. Have a nice day.”
Tirra flipped her off and closed the com.
She looked at her visitors. Salat grinned. “Come out and play.”
“But, I have taken two days off this week.”
Torenne’s voice came around the couple and the stunned assistant. “You didn’t take the days off; you had medical emergencies. Not the same thing. Take a morning and afternoon for yourself. Doctor’s orders.”
Tirra called out, “You are not the boss of me, Torenne.”
“Give me a chance. I can be very insistent.”
The banter had morphed into flirting and caught her by surprise. Her cheeks got hot, and she got to her feet. She winced, and Khytten ran in to her side. “Drink the vial, Tirra.”
Tirra looked at the small item. “Just milk?”
“Designed for taking the bad aches out of sensitive areas and leaving only the good ones. Go ahead.”
Tirra opened the vial and drank then dropped the item and gripped her desk as an orgasm ran through her. She breathed heavily, and when she had herself under control, she looked at Khytten. Khytten was covering a grin that was echoed on Salat. “Salat helped me collect it.”
Tirra shuddered again as she tried to take a step. She straightened her shoulders and tried to remember how to ignore an orgasm. It was going to be a challenging morning.
Khytten linked arms with her. “Sorry about that. Was it a good one?”
“I am currently dealing with the third. I will let you know when they stop.”
Khytten winced. “Apologies. Are they disturbing?”
“No, I have a drop-in-the-pond kind. One big splash, and then, they just go on and on and on until I just twitch every now and then.”
They were passing Salat, and he asked, “Really? How flexible are you?”
“I am not comfortable discussing that with you.”
He chuckled. “Fair enough. With a woman in my life, I am suddenly party to a number of conversations I never thought I would be having. Can’t blame me for trying.”
She snorted.
“Aw, everyone knows that Khytten is the only one for me, but she is more flexible, and I don’t mind watching her with another woman.”
Khytten snorted. “The tees he’s been designing with me and Torenne on them have been selling like crazy. Half the off-duty peacekeepers are wearing us around town. I have seen some of the preliminaries for you, and they are spectacular.”
Torenne came forward and hugged her. “The designs will be better when you are wearing a more flattering outfit. What you have on is so boring that I am nearly asleep on my feet.”
“I didn’t get dressed with you in mind, Torenne.”
“Aw, you should always think of friends when getting dressed. Who knows when they are going to abduct you from your workplace for well-deserved fun?”
She looked over at Stillnar. “Schedule is set up for today, don’t worry about anything. Greet the patrons and the escorts. Make sure they have minimal contact and make sure that the ladies and gentlemen don’t all hit the groomers at the same time. Make sure that the order for food is as fresh as possible. We have some fussy eaters coming in.” She yelled the last as she was picked up by Salat and hauled out to his vehicle. Khytten was already behind the controls and stroking them like they were attached to Salat.
To her surprise, Salat tucked her into the front passenger seat, and he and Torenne sat in back. “If you are sitting back there to be further from the crash, I will haunt you.”
Khytten reached over and put the five-point harness on Tirra then did her own. “Hah. I don’t crash.”
“So, why is Salat sitting behind you?”
She snorted. “He can reach the controls from back there if he has to. We ran a test.”
Salat grinned. “Safety first.”
“I swear if you Mom-arm me in the stomach, I am going to take you over my knee.” Tirra muttered it.
Khytten shivered. “Don’t tease.”
She revved up the vehicle that Tirra couldn’t quite describe, and they drove carefully through the resort; and the moment they hit the main road, they shot forward, and the scenery started to blur. Salat spoke quietly into a com, and Tirra saw peacekeepers pausing traffic on the sides of the road.
Khytten sped them up, and they rocketed around the city before she decelerated, and they pulled into a warehouse district with the signage for a live range in tall letters.
She parked and turned the vehicle off. “I should have mentioned that Salat was having the roads cleared for us. A little less fun but probably safer.”
Salat got out and opened the door for Khytten, kissing her softly. Torenne got out, and Tirra was tangled in the harness. This was not her normal means of travel. She finally calmed, and Torenne opened her door, reached in, and undid the harness. “They can be tricky until you get used to them.”
“It wasn’t something that I trained in. It never occurred to me that being able to get out of this kind of strapping would be useful.”
Salat chuckled. “I am not going to comment on that.”
She paused, and then, she looked at Salat. “What do you think you know?”
“That you react to being tied up the same way Khytten reacts to spanking.”
Khytten’s head shot up. “Really?”
Torenne wrapped her arm around Tirra’s waist. “Really ?”
Tirra wrinkled her nose. “Are friends always so predatory?”
Their group walked into the range, and Torenne bustled her past the folks waiting for their turn at the live range. They headed into the ladies’ changing room, and Torenne set a bag down on the bench. “Okay, I have a new outfit for you that should enable you to have complete ease of motion as well as be more stylish considering the company you are keeping.”
“So, what is the idea of the fancier clothing? I am not on a date.”
“We are trying to create an environment more favourable to actives locally and around the world. Having some strong women to look up to will help female actives and will make the males feel a little less awkward for finding them sexy. My parents, Salat’s parents, are examples of how powered couples can be beneficial to the community at large.” Torenne put her hands on her hips. “Now strip.”
Tirra grimaced and unbuttoned her blouse while stepping out of her high heels. She loosened her skirt and stepped out of it. She hadn’t worn stockings for obvious reasons, so she stood in her bra and panties and looked at what Torenne was pulling out. “Oh, wow. That’s... the same colour as Gorith’s eyes.”
“Underwear has to come off, I am afraid. The booty shorts are going to cover most everything.”
There was a breast band, the shorts, and then a long tabard that dropped over her head and was slit down the back to her hips. Thigh-high boots with soft soles finished the clothing, and then, a silver belt clasped around her hips to keep the tabard in place.
She looked at herself in the mirror, and she sighed. “I am a comic book character.”
Torenne wrapped her arms around her from behind. “But you are so pretty.”
“Are you just hugging me or hitting on me. I can’t tell.”
Torenne chuckled. “Hitting on you, but I am angling my hips away so you can’t tell. Come on, Khytten and Salat need to stop signing shirts soon, or you won’t get your practice in.”
Tirra looked at her. “What will you be doing while I am in there?”
“Watching you run will be entertaining. I am here in case you get carried away.”
“What do you mean?”
“If you panic and carve up Salat, I
will be here to put you back together, but my prices are exorbitant.”
“Oh, dear. I must be running quite the tab for your help in the capitol.”
Torenne smiled. “You don’t owe for that. Krizt explained that my assistance actually accelerated your degradation. So, I will be much more careful in the future. Are you tired of delaying our exit?”
She grumbled. “Yes. Fine.”
They left the ladies’ room with Tirra’s office clothing in the pack that Torenne had brought. The tabard had a hood, so she pulled it up and left the change room with Torenne, sprouting her wings as they stepped into the waiting room. Torenne glanced behind her and said, “Holy shit, Tirra.”
Tirra smiled and blushed. “I thought it best to get it over with.”
Salat stepped up and said, “We have the next range. You want to learn how to fly and use those blades?”
“Yes, please.” She narrowed her eyes and asked, “Are you going to charge me as well?”
He grinned. “Probably. I will defer to Khytten for the payment she wishes to extract from you borrowing me.”
Khytten’s expression was still stunned, as were the expressions of the peacekeepers. She looked to Khytten. “So, what will you charge for letting me borrow him?”
Khytten walked to her and touched her face, neck, and the open side of the costume. “You wearing this is enough. You look amazing.”
Salat wrapped his arm around Tirra and escorted her to the range entrance. “We are just using the space for training, so we don’t need to set ground rules.”
“Plus, you can turn invisible, and I don’t have any skillset that I can use to track you unless I get lucky.”
His eyes widened, and he laughed. “I had nearly forgotten about that. In that case, we will take it one moment at a time.”
The light above the door switched to green, and they walked through and into an urban greenspace.
Salat walked with her, explaining the basics of energy projection and how she could control the blades until they got to a series of pallets stacked up near a garden bed.
Salat stood beside her. “Okay, release the blades. You can’t cut yourself with your own power, but you can cut through just about anything else.”