“Don’t be disgusting. I whipped this up especially with you in mind.”
“Well, that’s a…” She squeaked. He was using two fingers this time, and the slow penetration stretched her brutally. “Dammit, that hurts!”
“Good. It’ll hurt even more when it’s my cock.” He rotated those long fingers, and she caught her breath. “Oh, I’m gonna enjoy this. There’s nothing quite as hot as working my dick into a pretty little sub’s tight asshole.”
Alex was feeling distinctly lightheaded as every bit of blood she had headed straight for her pussy. “I’m not a sub.”
“Yeah?” He slid the forefinger of the other hand into her pussy. She caught her breath in agonized pleasure as he stretched both tight channels. “You’re pretty damn creamy for somebody who’s not a sub. Especially considering what I’m getting ready to do to your virgin ass.”
She really ought to tell him off, but the sensation of his big fingers working her pussy and anus was just too overwhelming. Dropping her forehead to the pelt under her, Alex sobbed in a breath.
“I’m gonna fuck your little butt real slow,” he purred in the menacing rumble that could make her cream even when he wasn’t strumming her clit and fingering both holes. “Long, deeeeep thrusts. It’s gonna hurt, but this is a punishment, so I don’t have to be gentle.”
“Bastard!” She shuddered, ferociously aroused.
“You bet. That’s why you don’t want to piss me off.”
“I saved your life, you prick!”
“And I gave you an order you disobeyed.” He jerked his fingers out of her, grabbed her hip, and flipped her over on her back. Then he moved around to kneel between her spread thighs. “Luckily for you, I think you need to be a little hotter before I start your punishment.”
She watched breathlessly as he spread her lips, lowered his head and extended his pointed pink tongue. Its first pass over her clit sent a sizzle through her that made her back arch. Then, as she writhed, he started eating her out. A moment later, two of those big fingers went back up her ass.
Hawke danced his tongue around Alex’s hard little clit, enjoying the way she twisted against his mouth. Simultaneously, he fingerfucked her, in all the way to the knuckles. Her backside gripped him like a fist. Imagining what it would feel like to force his cock into that little hole, he growled in pleasure against her cunt.
Oh, yeah. He was going to give her a reaming she’d never forget.
And judging by her panting groans, she loved every minute of the preparations. He’d suspected Alex had a masochistic streak, but she was even more responsive than he’d hoped.
Which meant he could give her the truly brutal assfuck he’d been dreaming of for weeks now. By the time he was done with her rectum, she’d never dream of disobeying another order.
Yeah, it was highhanded. Yeah, he should be ashamed of himself. But he really didn’t give a damn. If being a prick was what it took to make sure she never again risked herself like she had today, he was more than happy to play sadistic bastard.
Particularly since he was so hard, he could drive nails with his cock.
She was grinding her wet little cunt against his face now, savaging her own backside with his fingers, on the verge of an explosion.
Hawke jerked his hand out of her butt and sat up, licking her hot juices off his lips. “Sorry, babe,” he told her, watching the shocked fury roll over her face. “You don’t get to come. This is a punishment, remember?”
Her eyes narrowed as her pretty mouth curled into a snarl. “You asshole!”
He grinned. “No. Yours.”
Reaching for his loincloth, he jerked it away, freeing his aching cock.
Chapter Nine
Her heart pounding with a potent combination of arousal and fear, Alex watched Hawke grease his cock. He took his time, scooping out a dollop of the animal fat and stroking it up and down the jutting shaft, his gaze never leaving hers. His smoke-gray eyes seemed to smolder.
“You’re going to want to fight it at first,” he told her in a velvet rumble that made her nipples ache. “But your best bet is to push out with those little muscles while I force it in.”
Licking her dry lips, she stared at the massive rod, hypnotized by the way it bobbed under his stroking hand. She was acutely aware of her bound wrists.
“Feeling helpless?” he purred. “You look it. Tied up and ready to take my cock up your virgin ass. All pretty tits and long legs and anxious eyes.” Hawke grinned. “It’s no wonder I’m hard as a rock.”
“You do realize you’re being a bastard?” She sounded breathless, dammit.
“Oh, yeah.” He caught her under one knee and lifted her hips off the pelt. The movement spread her wide. With the other hand, he reached between her cheeks, parted her. His glittering eyes studied her, his angular face sharp with hunger. “What a pretty little rosebud asshole.” He let go of her backside to grab his massive cock, simultaneously dragging her close with the other hand. “Don’t worry, baby, I’m not really going to split it open.” His teeth flashed. She felt something smooth and hot press against the delicate flesh. “It’s just going to feel that way.”
Alex’s eyes widened as she felt the crown of his cock pressing against her anus in a savage demand for entry. The tiny opening reluctantly spread, admitting the knob a fraction. “Hawke!” she gasped. “That hurts!”
His eyes blazed up as he grinned. “I know.” Another flaming inch slid inside. “This is what happens when you don’t mind the big, nasty Marine.” He licked his lips and grabbed her other hip, pulling her closer, slowly impaling her. His face tightened with voluptuous pleasure. “He ties you up and helps himself to your anal cherry.”
Alex groaned, tossing her head as she tried to adjust to his relentless entry. His cock felt like a red-hot baseball bat.
“Push, babe,” he growled. “Let me in.”
Desperate to relieve the pressure, she obeyed. As the grip of her muscles eased, he sank deeper and deeper. Finally her butt was snug against his washboard belly. He released her hips and came down on top of her, big hands braced beside her shoulders. He gave her a conqueror’s grin. “Mmmmm. Finally. Balls deep in your ass. I think I like it here.”
“Oh, God.” It felt like he’d shoved a burning torch up her butt. “Hurry up and get off already, you sadistic son of a bitch!”
“Not so fast. Here comes the good part.” Slowly, he began to pull out.
She gasped. He wasn’t kidding. The sensation was dark and exotic and really kinky, and it went on and on as he withdrew his big cock. Alex squirmed, catching her breath.
“Told you you’d like it.” Hawke smiled smugly. “Now…” He thrust. Another wave of dark hot, pain. Then he pulled out again, very slowly, sending pleasure snaking along every nerve ending she had.
“I think you’re beginning to get it,” he rumbled. “Let’s pick up the pace a little…”
Oh, God.
Pleasure wrapped around Hawke’s balls like wet silk as he fucked Alex Kenyon up her deliciously tight ass. It wasn’t the first time he’d tied up a pretty submissive for a thorough rectum reaming, but it had never been this hot.
She’d pissed him off, of course--that was part of it--and then there was the wicked kink of butt-banging Judge Kenyon’s virgin baby. But most of it was just the searing response she gave him every time he shoved his cock up that butter-slick channel and felt her squirm in painful pleasure.
Sweet Alex had a masochistic streak that brought his inner sadistic bastard roaring to the surface.
Not that it had ever been all that deeply buried to begin with.
Hawke drew out, listening to her conquered moan of delight. He pushed inside. She twisted, her tight, well-greased flesh gripping his cock. As he felt the little hole strain to take his invading width, she whimpered, a tiny, helpless sound that made his dick twitch in sadistic pleasure.
Oh, yeah. He was giving poor little Alex a very hard time. And damned if she didn’t love it almost as much a
s he did.
Taking pity on her, he reached down and stroked his thumb over her clit as he forced his shaft in. She jerked and moaned.
“Like that?” he drew out, circling and strumming her clit.
Alex groaned, throwing back her head and arching her spine until her pretty nipples pointed at the ceiling. “Oh, God! Yes!”
“More?”
She panted. “Oh. Oh, yeah!”
Hawke gave her a dark smile. “Here it comes then.”
Then he started fucking her--long, hard strokes that tore a scream of tormented ecstasy from her mouth. He gave her no mercy at all beyond the thumb that stroked her clit as he rammed her ass.
“Hawke!” she gasped, writhing under his hard strokes. “Sweet God, I’m coming!” Tiny inner muscles clamped over his cock, pulsed as she convulsed in her bonds.
He’d never seen anything as hot in his life as the sight of Alex climaxing as he fucked her tight, virginal ass.
Hot Roman candle bursts of pleasure began to shoot up his spine. With a roar of savage joy, he drove to the hilt and threw back his head, pumping Alex full of hot cum.
Hawke collapsed against her, all hot, sweaty muscle and delicious male weight. She groaned in pleasure even as her violated ass ached in protest. He’d sodomized her without any compassion whatsoever, yet she’d never experienced anything so utterly arousing. Her climax had lit her entire nervous system up like an overloaded Christmas tree.
“Damn, Hawke,” she wheezed. “That was rude, crude and socially unacceptable.”
“Yeah.” He sounded distinctly smug. “Wanna do it again?”
“Give me a week to recover, and I’ll think about it.”
“Glad you approve.” He reached for her bound wrists, grabbed the knife, and freed her with a single pass of the blade. She let her arms fall, but before she could get comfortable, he scooped her off the floor and carried her to the bed.
After laying her down on the thick mattress, Hawke went to rummage among the supplies against the wall. He returned with a wet cloth he put to use cleaning her well-fucked backside. She sank into a pleasant lassitude as he busied himself again before sliding into bed next to her.
As Hawke wrapped brawny arms around her, Alex nestled her head into the hollow of his shoulder and sighed in pleasure. “That was really hot.”
“Oh, yeah.”
“You’re not a nice man.”
“Nope.”
“But if you think I’m going to just stand by the next time something tries to eat you, you’re out of your ever-lovin’ mind.”
Hawke sighed.
Alex came awake slowly to the sound of a low buzzing. She opened her eyes and saw one of the ever-present bumblebees hovering over her head. She frowned. It seemed to be watching her.
She swatted at the thing. It ducked aside like a tiny helicopter, but it didn’t buzz off. Instead it returned to hovering over her and Hawke. It still seemed to be watching her.
Come to think of it, those damn bees always seemed to be watching her.
And what the hell were they anyway? Narrow-eyed, she considered the insect. Now that she looked more closely, she saw that though it did sound like a bumblebee, it was matte black instead of striped. Too, its anatomy was wrong, with an oddly shaped head that was much bigger than a normal insect’s in proportion to its size. Too, rather than multifaceted eyes like a real bee, it had single-faceted ones set on the front of its “face,” rather than on the sides of its head.
All of the bumble-things behaved strangely too. Instead of buzzing around the local fruit and plant life like real bees, they seemed to have a real affinity for her and Hawke. But they never seemed to bite, so they weren’t bloodsuckers like mosquitoes.
Suspicion tugged at her. “Hey, Hawke.”
“Hmm?”
“What are those things?”
He opened one eye and followed her pointing finger. “It’s a bumblebee, Alex.”
“No, it’s not. Look at it.”
Hawke groaned. “Alex, baby, I don’t give a damn.”
“No, think about it. This is a man-made--or alien-made--environment. Everything in it was added for us to eat, use or run from. So what are the bugs for?”
Hawke’s eyes narrowed. Suddenly his big hand flashed upward and two fingers snapped closed, right over the bumble-thing.
“Damn, you’re quick.”
“I try.” She scrambled onto her knees as he sat up. His eyes narrowed, and he squeezed so hard his fingertips turned white. His brows flew up and he opened his opened his fingers.
The bumble-thing took off, obviously unhurt by his attempt to crush it.
“You losing your touch, Hawke?”
He snorted as he eyed the circling bug. “Hardly. I don’t know what that thing is, but it’s no insect. I’d have crushed it otherwise.”
Alex glared, suspicions confirmed. “I’ll be damned. It may not be an insect…”
“But it’s definitely a bug.” He glared at it. “I’d bet a month’s pay that thing is the alien equivalent of a camera.”
“That’s why they’re always around, especially when we’re fighting something.” The bumble-things had been all over the place when she and Hawke had battled the tentacle thing. She just hadn’t registered them at the time.
“They seem to love it when we have sex, too.” His jawline was tight with fury.
She snarled. “Peeping toms. Where’s a fly swatter? I say we start eliminating a few winged spies.”
A strange male voice spoke. “I suppose that’s my cue.”
With a muffled shriek, Alex jumped for the nearest pelt as Hawke lunged for the sword he’d left lying beside the bed. “Who the hell are you?” he roared at the tall, slim man who sauntered casually into their cave.
“I am Nathaniel Oritz Krikor,” the man said, sweeping them a theatrical bow, arms spread wide. “Your humble host.”
Whipping the pelt around her body, Alex glared at their visitor. He had an inch or two on Hawke himself, but if he weighed more than a hundred and fifty pounds, she’d be surprised. He wore a white linen suit that looked like it cost a grand or so, and his hair was a blond so pale, it matched the suit. So did the elegant leather loafers on his narrow feet. His irises were a strange, iridescent shade that shifted color every time he moved his head, from blue to purple to red to yellow, then back to blue again.
“What are you, the Good Humor Man?” Hawke snarled.
Studying the invader’s narrow, too-handsome face, Alex added, “Or an alien?”
Krikor threw back his head in a laugh that showed every perfect tooth in his head. It still sounded far too practiced for genuine humor. “An alien? Me? No, Ms. Kenyon, I’m afraid you and Lieutenant Hawke here have jumped to the wrong conclusions.” He aimed a wide, bright smile at them, but there was something malicious in his eyes. “You weren’t abducted by aliens. Believe me, aliens have no interest in our little Earth whatsoever. At least, not during your time.”
Alex’s jaw dropped. “But they do in yours?”
“Just what is your time, mister?” Hawke lifted his sword, rage in his eyes.
Krikor backed up a cautious step, smiling even more broadly. “Now, there’s no need for violence here, Lieutenant.”
“I strongly suggest you tell me what the fuck is going on, or you’re going to encounter more violence than you know what to do with.” Each word dripped icy menace.
Now Krikor’s artificial smile looked distinctly panicked. He shot a look at one of the hovering camera bees, then straightened his shoulders. “What you don’t realize, Lieutenant, is that over the past year, you’ve become a hero to billions of humans. Many of them routinely check your data stream dozens of times a day to see how you’re coping with the challenges of the Bubble.”
“Billions of people?” Alex whispered. “Bubble?”
“Data stream?” She’d never seen Hawke so furious. He took a step toward Krikor. “What fucking year is it, asshole?”
The slender man b
linked and licked his lips, his gaze flicking to Hawke’s sword. “Using your calendar, it would be May 25, 2443.”
Chapter Ten
Alex’s legs went weak. She sank down on the bed, clutching her pelt. “Four hundred and thirty-nine years. We’ve come four hundred and thirty-nine years. Into the future.”
“That’s right.” Evidently realizing he’d rendered them too stunned to attack him, Krikor straightened and fingered the elegant lapels of his suit. It must be some kind of costume; it was doubtful even menswear would remain that static for four centuries.
For that matter-- “How come you speak English?”
Krikor shrugged. “I have a translator, of course. So does everyone else. Otherwise you wouldn’t be so hugely popular.” His iridescent eyes lit with greed. “And you are. Huge. We’ve made billions, just on merchandising alone.”
It was impossible to take in. “You took us from our own time,” she said blankly. “Aren’t you afraid of, I don’t know, changing history or something?”
Krikor laughed lightly. “My dear, one can’t change history. It’s already happened.”
Alex looked at Hawke, feeling helpless and overwhelmed. “Do you understand any of this?”
Their host ignored the question. “At any rate, I’m here to tell you it’s time for you to return to the twenty-first century. The Lieutenant’s visa has expired and…”
“Visa?” Hawke demanded.
Krikor nodded. “Your time travel visa. Of course, that’s not the actual term, but the concept is close enough. Now.” He rubbed his thin hands together. “I’m pleased to inform you we have some very nice cash prizes waiting for you back home…”
“Prizes.” Hawke’s lips pulled back from his teeth. “This has all been some kind of fucking reality show. Only instead of eating bugs, I got to fight monsters!” Stiff legged, he began to stalk Krikor, whose expression shifted from smug to panicked with every step Hawke took. “What would you have done if one of those things had eaten me, you son of a bitch?”
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