Queen's Rules 2: King of the Castle

by Treva Harte

  He even liked how she moved. She walked…sexy. She walked as if she knew he was looking at her. Even better, like she knew and liked him looking.

  And then she’d ‑‑ oh, Dominus.

  She’d talked to him afterward. She’d thanked him.

  She’d done things to him that he’d never let another male do in his whole life and things no female had ever wanted to do to him. He’d have given his right arm and maybe even more important parts of his body to have some woman do half of what she’d done and she had thanked him.

  A shiver ran down his spine. If he hadn’t gone out of his mind, maybe he’d found another deviant. A female one. He hadn’t even known that was what he’d been waiting for all these years.

  “Captain?”

  He stopped breathing for a moment. Aric already knew the sound of that voice. It was husky, but not masculine. It sounded amused and interested and…female. Very female.

  “Ma’am?”

  He was afraid to turn around. Despite his recent adventures, his body was already showing too much interest. If she wasn’t a deviant she’d scream and run to have him arrested. But he couldn’t help wondering what she’d do if she was…

  She touched him. Her hand rested on his elbow. He looked down at it, stunned and delighted.

  “I wanted to ask you a question, if you don’t mind,” the woman said.

  “Yes?” He was afraid he would say yes to anything she asked.

  “It’s about the donors. I --” She had already managed to slide her body closer to his, although he still wasn’t facing her.

  And his body was reacting very strangely. He wasn’t completely innocent. He’d been part of the Unit most of his adult life. He’d heard enough talk and seen enough in the barracks concerning sexual arousal, of course, but Aric had never felt anything quite this strong before. Not for a flesh-and-blood person.

  Funny. He’d thought he never would.

  People admired him for his stoic indifference to things. Pain, delight, and comfort were all things he accepted but didn’t try to either achieve or avoid.

  Now a female hand on his elbow was driving him out of his mind. His erection was becoming almost painful.

  Then the female body the hand belonged to moved and stood directly in front of him. His hands were still spread on the Jeep’s tailgate. Her head was between his two arms. And her body was much too close to his.

  It was almost like an embrace. He could smell her. Women smelled different. Aric had never been close enough to one to know that. He liked this one’s scent.

  Her brown eyes, wide and ‑‑ interested, definitely interested ‑‑ looked directly into his.

  “I was wondering how healthy your men are.”

  “Healthy?”

  “Uh huh. Since they’re donors, they need to be…healthy.”

  “Everyone in the Unit is healthy or they don’t stay in the Unit.” His voice didn’t sound normal. He was afraid to clear it, though.

  “I thought so. You look really…strong, for example. But it doesn’t hurt to be sure.” She put a hand on his shoulder.

  Sweat trickled down his body, almost the way it had in the examining room. His cock, aroused and very curious, was already brushing the woman’s thigh. What had she done to him? He was doing everything he could to keep himself from ramming his penis against her and he wasn’t sure he could prevent doing so much longer.

  “I don’t think what you’re doing is a good idea,” Aric managed. “Females aren’t permitted to touch Androvians without good reason.”

  Aric grimaced. She ought to know that. Didn’t she know that? Why had he been stupid enough to tell her if she didn’t know that! He wanted her to touch him. If he could just control himself, that is.

  She smiled at him. A real smile.

  “Sorry. Then I suppose I should never do this?” The female straightened herself as high as she could and kissed him.

  Things got a little unclear after that. He remembered how good her lips and then ‑‑ oh, Dominus ‑‑ her tongue felt. The next time his brain focused at all, he realized he had Tory pinned down on the floor in the back of the truck and was running his hands under her dress.

  Yes.

  Her skin felt so good. Soft and supple. Delicate.

  He touched her breast. Amazing. When his callused fingers stroked her female nipple, it changed under his hand. Aric was intrigued. Intrigued and hard enough to explode. His other hand fondled the second nipple and it, too, tightened into a hard point. He wanted to touch more, to see what else this female’s body could do.

  She was making strange, whimpering noises. Or was that him? He ought to try to stop. Whimpering was damned unmanly. Then she reached under his leggings, and slowly her fingers drifted down. They hesitated.

  Please. Hurry. No, wait. This felt too good. A female hand that knew exactly how to tease and pleasure his cock? This had to be a fantasy.

  Please. He didn’t want to wake up.

  She ran her fingers lightly over his cock. Traced her way to his balls. He whimpered louder. He wasn’t soft or delicate. He was rigid, rather than supple. He ‑‑ he forgot what he was. When those maddening fingers lingered, stroking the head of his cock, all he knew was he had to get inside her or he’d die. Inside her? Could a man get inside of a woman?

  The strange red haze that had swept over him after she’d kissed him swept back again and he lost track of what happened for a while.

  “Hurry, oh please, hurry,” was what he heard her whispering in his ear when he was actually able to think again.

  He realized his leggings were pulled down somehow and her dress was undone. The glimpses of her naked body below that dress made his breath hiss in.

  Oh, Dominus. He knew he shouldn’t be doing whatever it was that he was doing right now. This was so delicious that it had to be deviant sex. Even if what she was doing to him felt wonderful. Even if he’d die if he couldn’t experience more and more.

  Her fingers stroked his balls and he bucked against that delightfully female body. Then her fingers guided his cock to rest against something warm and yielding.

  All his internal protests stopped abruptly.

  This had to be wrong, but he didn’t care any more. Aric had to keep going. Had to. He hurt from wanting whatever the next step was in this mystery. Aric knew, somehow, this present hurt was going to change into something even more achingly wonderful soon ‑‑ but by now even this hurt felt more like pleasure than pain.

  His very hard erection began to slide into that something. A something that was soft and tight and hot and wet and…different. Very different from anything he’d ever imagined. Tantalizingly, deliciously different. He thought his heart might stop from the wonder. This was even better than what she’d done last time and he’d loved that.

  He groaned long and loud. “Good. So good.” Aric could hear his voice muttering those words over and over.

  He looked. He wasn’t sure if you were supposed to, but he had to look, to watch his cock bury itself deep into a woman. To have his thighs rub against a woman’s thighs.

  He’d never seen anything more beautiful. There was nothing more beautiful. She felt even better. Could all women feel this wonderful or just this one? Did it matter? The inside of this woman was able to cling tightly to his erection. She could sheathe his entire demanding cock inside of her. Even better, once she did, her muscles kneaded the most sensitive areas on his body, demanding that he get harder, thrust longer, push further inside. He wanted to, desperately, but he also wanted to linger and explore.

  He might have been able to just stop and savor the difference for a while if the woman below him hadn’t started to twist and squirm. Not that he wanted to complain about it really. What she did just heightened the wonderful feelings she was managing to create. Her sheath, wet and clinging, tightened around him still more until he needed to convulse into her.

  He tried to wait. He tried to hold himself steady and not move. She was obviously not of the same m
ind. Her fingernails bit into his shoulders and then her teeth did the same to his chin. Somehow that was too much. His body screamed at his mind to give in. His body won. Aric thrust forward hard.

  Dominus. That wasn’t helping him linger.

  The friction between their bodies increased the tremendous pressure building inside him. But now he enjoyed the pressure. He threw back his head to groan, still trying to keep control, but then ‑‑

  Aric exploded.

  He’d sexually relieved himself often enough before, in his room, alone in the dark, with wicked thoughts about a woman in his mind. Better yet, he’d just had that done to him for the first time in a brightly lit room while a woman massaged his anus and another looked on.

  He’d never climaxed in a Jeep with his uniform still half on and a sobbing female beneath him. Dominus, this was the best of all. Wildly, Aric wondered if he could stop. He’d never come so long or so hard before. When he finally finished, Tory let out a gasp and he felt her tighten around him, even more fiercely, as if to be sure to get every last drop of sperm he was capable of creating. Aric was more than willing. He emptied himself completely.

  When it was finally over, Aric felt a weird mix of triumph and disappointment. He felt good. Really good. Better than he could ever remember feeling in his life. But now it was over. He didn’t like that part.

  But, like it or not, his world was changing back to normal. Gradually Aric felt the air creeping back into his lungs. The sweat dried on his body. He began to notice just how hard the Jeep floor was on his knees. Yes, he must be back to himself again.

  He let out a long sigh and managed to push himself off of the smaller body below him. Crushing the woman would be a poor reward for the best experience of his life. Then he fell to the floor next to her. He wasn’t quite back to normal. Apparently he’d been curiously weakened from the experience. Perhaps he just needed to rest.

  He licked his lips and refused to open his eyes. His brain wasn’t resting. It had filled with questions. What was he supposed to say to this woman? She had been willing, he was pretty sure, but she wasn’t saying anything either. Females were a mystery.

  What if she hadn’t been willing? Aric swallowed hard. Or what if she had been, but he’d done things all wrong and now she was horrified or angry?

  Then he heard her stirring next to him. When a sly, wet tongue licked one of his ears, he jumped.

  “So, Captain.”

  “So?” he squeaked.

  Squeaked? Oh, Dominus, what had become of him?

  “You think you might want to do this again?”

  ~ * ~

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  Allard was six hours into a ten-hour job. He wanted a pizza, but wasn’t within a thousand light-years of a delivery round; he wanted intravenous caffeine or, conversely, the time to take a good rest; he wanted the damn thing finished, and it wasn’t shaping up. Six hours of fighting the technology into submission, and he was beginning to wonder if there was enough caffeine in the ship’s stores to keep him running until the end of the job. The computers were better-fuelled than he was. He hated it when that happened.

  He did not want Vaughan, the engineer and the closest the ship had to a central authority (which, in practice, meant that everyone came and argued with him first before arguing with everybody else). More particularly, he did not want one of Vaughan’s late-night specials in the way of philosophical conversation, about Honesty or Liberty or whatever damn thing it was this week.

  It might be other people’s idea of how to pass the time between planets, but he preferred a good book. And he meant good. Vaughan had lent him some god-awful syndicalist thing about Non-Structured Decision-Making, and he used it to prop his wonky chair-leg. Allard still hadn’t managed to get through to Vaughan the reason he was on a syndicalist ship, which was that it was the furthest he could get from authority while still being paid.

  Anyway, he’d like to know how Vaughan would cope with his idea of bedside reading, which was something on algorithms.

  He prepared himself to fend off some teeth-grindingly dull speech on philosophy.

  “What’ve you said to Karen?” asked Vaughan.

  Damn. It wasn’t even the philosophical variant on his back now, and he wasn’t any too interested in gossiping with Vaughan, either.

  “It started with a polite ‘no’ and she asked me to expand on it,” Allard said.

  “Dear me, you do have exacting requirements,” Vaughan murmured. “What would your Ideal Lover be like, as a matter of interest?”

  Allard, without turning round, snapped, “Dynamite sex, no conversation, and turns into a pizza afterwards. With extra-strong coffee.”

  “All right, all right, I can take a hint,” Vaughan murmured. “Good night, Allard.”

  * * * * *

  Two nights later, Allard had finished that job and had one good night’s sleep. Unfortunately, the job had reproduced before it died, and littered that corridor with equally urgent necessary-things-to-do. So he was deep into the next when he heard Vaughan’s footsteps again. Doesn’t he ever sleep? he wondered, annoyed.

  “So, you ordered ‘dynamite sex, no conversation, and turns into a pizza’,” Vaughan said thoughtfully.

  Allard’s nose twitched. There was something distinctly savoury in the air. Had Vaughan managed to…no, that was silly. It was definitely too late at night for this conversation.

  “Will ‘arrives bearing pizza’ do as well?” Vaughan asked him.

  Allard backed clumsily out of his work. Anchovies, olives, plenty of cheese, all the extras. And he had missed dinner because he was busy. “Yes. As for the rest, I suppose two out of three isn’t bad,” Allard said, thinking about the ‘no conversation’ and the ‘pizza’. He took a slice and bit down. His eyes half-closed. Delicious.

  Vaughan leered at him. “Three out of three, if you please.” He fumbled in his pocket as Allard took another big bite of pizza, and handed Allard a very large silk hanky. It looked familiar. It looked suspiciously like the one he’d bought because it was large enough to use as a scarf. “I took the liberty of rummaging in your drawer for something suitable.”

  Allard frantically tried to remember exactly which drawer the hanky lived in, and decided he was probably safe. He chewed, swallowed, and took another mouthful. He’d like to know how Vaughan had programmed the kitchen for decent pizza ‑‑ he’d been trying for
days, and all he’d got was cheese indistinguishable from industrial glue, on a base indistinguishable from cardboard. Perhaps he should have admitted that he didn’t know everything there was to know about the ship’s systems. He took a huge gulp of coffee. Industrial-strength verging on dangerous, as if Vaughan had brewed a big pot of extra-strength and stirred a caffeine pill into it. He could almost feel it running through his veins and invigorating him.

  “This should be big enough, I think,” Vaughan continued, gesturing at the hanky. “No matter what you may think about me having a big mouth.”

  Allard said, “Can I use it whenever I like?” hopefully. He could think of a few speeches that could have been helpfully or even profitably muted.

  “Well, if you’re that eager, we can skip the pizza and go straight to bed,” Vaughan said, with an airy wave of his hand.

  Allard spluttered. He ought, by all that was right and proper, to knee Vaughan in the balls and leave the room on a tide of righteous fury at this point, only (he didn’t actually want to)…only it was a damn good pizza, wonderful coffee, and service of this standard ought to be encouraged. And there would be a certain amount of additional therapeutic value in being serviced by Vaughan. Vaughan was tall, well-built, well-hung and had lots of lovely curly hair he could run his fingers through. All of this didn’t exactly make him an impossible prospect. The expressive brown eyes weren’t bad either, and that rich, deep voice would sound wonderful if only it were whispering sweet nothings instead of politics or commerce. He might even be tempted to forego the gag. Eventually.

  “I think I’m going to need the energy, if you want me awake.”

  “That’s a tough choice,” said Vaughan, “but I do want you to be able to come out with enough ardent praise for my efforts. So, nice as it would be to do you when you’re half-asleep and quiet, I do want you awake.”