by Ivy Barrett
“Are podmates always blood relatives?”
“Not always, but it’s common. Many pods are made up of brothers, or cousins. Considering what we lost, it’s not surprising that we cling to what remains of our families.”
She finished her wine and set the glass on her nightstand. “When was the ‘harvest’? How long have you been mercenaries?”
“We left Ventor for good twelve years ago.” There was no sense longing for something that no longer existed.
“Now you follow the Skarilians around and offer protection to their victims?”
“Not exclusively. We have other employers, but we try to sabotage the Skarilians as often as possible. They learned an important lesson on Ventor. Now they’re careful to target planets with little or no defensive capabilities.” Unable to suppress a sneer, he turned his face away, not wanting her to think she’d displeased him. “They’re intergalactic bullies, and it drives us crazy.”
“What would it take to destroy them entirely?”
He sighed and drained his wine. “A larger force than we possess. Every ship we destroy, they seem to replace with two new ones.” He set his glass on the nightstand then turned back to his lovely companion. “I’ve indulged you long enough. I’ll only answer one more question, so make it count.”
She paused, her expressive gaze searching his. “Have the Ventori always shared their females?”
“No.” He pulled her toward him, slowly yet firmly. “Shared mates and carnal compensation are part of our new reality. Many planets are willing to pay, and pay well, for our protection, but they have no interest in meeting our physical needs. Simulators help, but nothing replaces a flesh-and-blood female.” She started to ask another question, but he stopped her. “I said one more.”
“Fine.” She harrumphed and tugged against his restraining hand. “I’m ready to sleep now.”
“But I am not.” Maintaining his hold with one hand, he tugged off his underwear with the other. “See what you do to me? All I have to do is look at you and I’m hard all over again.”
She glanced at his erect cock then away as color spread across her cheeks. “Any female would do that to you. It has nothing to do with me.”
“Are you arguing with me again?” He filled his voice with autocratic menace. It was time for another lesson in obedience. “I know your ass is still sore, but there are other places I can spank. More delicate, sensitive places.”
Her eyes widened and she shivered. “I’m sorry, Sir. I’m glad I arouse you. That’s why I’m here.”
“Then take off the shirt.” He lay on his back as she obeyed, then motioned her toward him. “Straddle my face. I want your pussy right over my mouth.”
“But shouldn’t I shower before you—”
He dragged her over him, positioning her astride his waist. “Still arguing?” Catching both her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, he pinched the sensitive peaks until she yelped, then backed off the pressure without releasing her entirely. She’d closed her eyes with the pain, so he said, “Look at me.”
Her lids lifted, then her gaze shifted to his face.
“I’m not human, hellcat. My fluids are absorbed completely by your body. That’s one of the reasons you feel the rush. When you grow wet again, it will all be you, and we both know what that does to me.”
She nodded so he released her nipples, then pulled her down for a long, deep kiss. Her lips parted for the first stroke of his tongue, but it took a moment for her to start kissing him back. She tasted of viskara and that nameless flavor that belonged to Amanda alone. He sucked on her tongue and she moaned, then turned her head to the side.
“I can’t think when you kiss me,” she panted.
“Good.” He nipped her jaw. “Don’t think.” He kissed his way down her neck, then pushed her up so he could reach her breasts. Both he and Rentar had been overly focused on her pussy before. He intended to rectify that oversight right now.
She had amazing breasts, soft and round, with the sweetest pink nipples. The color fascinated him. Ventori females had black nipples and black pussy folds. Everything about Amanda was soft and pink, so delicate and inviting. He caressed one breast with his hand while exploring the other with his lips and tongue. He even used his teeth to learn her texture and responsiveness.
“You’re the one who insisted on natural breasts. Aren’t you?” She sounded breathless, but was obviously still thinking.
“I find the human obsession with massive breasts ridiculous. Your breasts are perfect, soft and delicate as nature intended.”
When she would have said something more, he sucked hard on her nipple and all that came out was a gasping moan.
“Stop thinking.”
He moved from one side to the other, sucking firmly on her nipple as he lightly pinched the other side. The firm pressure made her wiggle and occasionally cry out, but already he could smell her rising arousal. He would definitely need to use nipple clamps on her. She clearly enjoyed the harder pressure.
By the time he finished with her breasts, she was undulating her hips, rubbing her mound against his abdomen. “Get up here.” He helped-dragged her up over his chest and shoulders, not stopping until her knees rested on either side of his head. He slid her knees outward, lowering her soft pussy right onto his waiting mouth.
He generally preferred to be on top. This one position was an exception. He could grab her hips or ass and control her movements while he reached places inside her no other position allowed.
He parted her slick folds with his tongue and heard her blissful cry. The sounds she made while pleasure overwhelmed her excited him beyond belief. Luckily for him and Rentar, she loved having her pussy licked. They would never want for the stimulant her body produced for them. He speared her core with his tongue, filling his mouth with her evocative taste. His cock bucked and his balls tingled, urging him onward.
The more aroused she became, the more intoxicating her wetness grew. So he concentrated on her clit, circling and flicking the little cluster of nerves until she trembled with an impending orgasm.
“Please. Oh, please, may I come?” She sounded desperate, and it thrilled him.
“Yes.” He spoke the word against her wet flesh then shoved his tongue back into her core.
She cried out and her passage rippled around his tongue. His heart thudded wildly in his chest and it felt as if his bloodstream had caught fire. He’d had his fill of human females, but Amanda was special. She aroused not only his body, but his possessive spirit and lonely soul. He greedily sucked her essence into his mouth, drinking down all she had to give.
He was so close to release himself that he had to push her away. Maintaining control had never been this much of a struggle. She made him wild and… desperate. He didn’t just want to fuck her. He wanted to claim her as his mate.
She crawled off him and collapsed on her side, still panting harshly. “I didn’t taste you that time, so why did I come so hard?” She’d thrown her forearm over her eyes, which likely gave her the courage to ask.
The reaction they were having to each other was highly unusual, but he wasn’t ready to tell her. He needed to understand what was happening before he could explain it to her. “We’re still in your system from before.” It was true, but it shouldn’t have had this much of an effect. “Remember, our semen is more easily absorbed.”
She moved her arm and licked her lips. “Do you want me to… do you now?”
Lust spiraled through his body as he pictured her on her back, him kneeling over her, pinning her hands to the bed as he roughly fucked her mouth. “Maybe later. Right now we need to start your training.”
“Training?” Fear rippled through her voice and dread twisted her expression. “Training for what?”
“You know what.” He swung his legs to the floor and stood, then pulled open one of the compartments under the bed. “If we prepare your body correctly, you’ll know only pleasure when we fuck
you together. Isn’t that worth a little embarrassment?”
“Or we could just keep doing what we did earlier. You still fucked me together and everyone seemed satisfied when we were finished.”
He set the mesh box on the bed and looked at her. “Why are you so opposed to anal play?”
She finger-combed her hair back from her face, her hand shaking. “I just don’t like it. Do I have to have a reason?”
“No, but I think you do. Now tell me what it is.”
“It feels unnatural to me. Sinful.” She whispered the last word then shivered as if remembering the taste of something foul.
He didn’t understand her reaction. Why would one form of pleasure be ‘sinful’ while others were not? Human beliefs were so strange. He found them ‘unnatural.’
“You and your brother are obsessed with my ass,” she continued when he didn’t immediately speak. “Doesn’t it feel good when your cock is where it belongs?”
“My cock belongs wherever I choose to put it. Is that understood?” He let annoyance snap through his tone. He would never break her spirit, but she must learn to accept his authority.
She sighed and lowered her gaze. “Yes, Sir.”
He’d been too lenient with her. The sooner she accepted that she was no longer in control of her body, the easier it would be for her to adjust to her new reality. Coddling her, as Rentar was likely to do, was counterproductive to the ultimate goal. “Come here.”
She hesitated, clearly torn, but finally crawled to the edge of the bed. He caught her arms and drew her up until their faces were almost on a level. “Your body belongs to me and Rentar. You will submit to anything we want from you, as long as it does not harm you. Is that our agreement?”
“Yes, Sir.” Her jaw clenched so tightly it distorted the words.
He fought back a smile. “Unclench your jaw and say it again.”
After shifting her gaze to his chest, she said, “I agreed to let you do anything you want with me as long as you didn’t hurt me.”
“Harm, sweetheart. I agreed not to harm you. We’ve already discovered that you like it when I hurt you.” He used his index finger to tilt her face up until she looked into his eyes. “Which is why you must be trained. You might actually enjoy a bit of a sting, but we will not harm you.”
“I get it, Sir. But I still think it’s unnecessary.”
He brushed his knuckles across her cheek then kissed the tip of her nose. “Let’s see if I can change your mind. Get on your hands and knees, ass in the air.”
Chapter Four
“Rentar wasn’t kidding. That really is your favorite position,” Amanda grumbled as she turned around. She was already on her knees, so she just crossed her arms on the bed and rested her chin on her forearms. She closed her eyes and tried to shut down her mind, like she did during a pelvic exam with a gynecologist.
Loax’s large, warm hands guided her knees farther apart. Her pussy lips parted and air teased her back entrance. He could see everything, touch everything, do anything he wanted to her.
“That’s better,” he said, voice low and emotion thickened. He lightly touched her clit, then circled her core without pushing inside. Finally, his fingers moved to the object of his obsession, her tightly puckered virgin ass. His touch was feather light, barely a tease, yet tingles erupted and heat suffused her entire body.
Shame crashed over her, instantly cooling her ardor. This was unnatural, dirty, and still she responded like a depraved slut. She was a good girl. Good girls didn’t enjoy sex, much less being taken by two aliens, at the same time! She was positioned for the taking, open, eagerly waiting to be fucked. Like a paid whore, here to ‘suck cock’ and ‘take it up the ass.’ Grandma Nellie must be spinning in her grave. A ragged sob tore from her throat and she covered her face with both hands.
Loax touched the small of her back with an audible sigh. “What’s wrong? Why are you crying?”
“It’s nothing,” she whispered. “Just get this over with.”
He paused, hand absently stroking her back and upraised butt. “When I ask a question, I expect an answer, not an evasion.”
“I don’t want to do this,” she cried. “I told you that already.”
“This is no longer about what you want. You are not in control.” He sighed again then nudged her shoulder. “Turn over. I need to see your face.”
Reluctantly, she rolled to her side and finally to her back. She covered her breasts with her arms and bent one leg so her pussy was hidden.
“You do not have permission to cover yourself. Arms over head. Knees bent. Legs wide open.”
Mortified by the order, she just stared back at him, tears running down her face. “I’m not a whore.” A shattering sob shook her breasts and made her lips tremble. “I can’t do this.”
His stern expression didn’t change, nor did he respond to her obvious distress. He triggered something on the bedframe and she heard a metallic jingle.
She sat up, trying to see what he was doing. “What are you—”
He pushed her back down and dragged a restraint up onto the bed. The velvet-lined cuff was chained to the bedframe and would allow very little movement once it was fastened around her wrist.
“Wait! I don’t want—”
“This is not about what you want.” His voice had never sounded so autocratic, so unfeeling.
“Loax, please—”
He lightly slapped her breast. “That was a warning. Speak again and I will gag you. Until you have proven your willingness to obey without argument, you will call me Master, not Sir. And certainly not by my name. As of right now, you will only speak if I ask you a direct question. Nod if you understand my expectations.”
Why was he so angry? He couldn’t blame her for being afraid.
“You seem confused.” His tone softened just a bit, became instructional rather than punitive. His strange black-and-red eyes stared back at her intently, but his handsome face, his alien features revealed no emotion at all. “You are still very new to these concepts, so I will explain. Your fear of anal play proves that you don’t trust me. I cannot earn your trust if you refuse to give me the opportunity to alleviate your fears. By arguing and resisting, you displease and disobey. Both are punishable offenses.”
He pulled her arm over her head and fastened the restraint around her wrist. While he moved to the other side of the bed, she tested the strength and security of the cuff. She wanted to argue, wanted to scream, but she knew he’d only increase her punishment. She was already in serious trouble.
In a few short minutes, he had both her arms restrained and went to work on her legs. He didn’t cuff her ankles as she expected; he encircled each thigh, above the knee with a wide strap, then pulled her legs up and out before binding her to the bed. She stared up at the ceiling, humiliated and afraid. This was even worse than being on her knees with her ass in the air. Her legs were opened so wide her pussy lips pulled apart, exposing her core, and her puckered hole peeked out from between her cheeks. She could feel currents of air wafting over the opening, teasing the damp skin folds.
“You will answer with ‘Yes, Master’ or ‘No, Master.’ I want honest answers, so you will not be punished for any of your answers. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master.” Her voice was so thin and shaky, she barely recognized it.
“Your punishment will hurt, but you will not be harmed. Do you understand the difference?”
Emotion bubbled up inside her. She couldn’t move, couldn’t resist, could barely speak, yet he was taking time to reassure her, instruct her. She was not in control of the situation, but she was safe, at least from serious harm. It was a strange and unfamiliar lesson, but she was starting to understand. “Yes, Master.”
“Do you deserve further discipline?”
No! She held back the instinctual denial while she thought back through everything he’d said. She didn’t trust him and refused to give him the opportunity t
o earn her trust. That wasn’t fair, and it certainly wasn’t what she’d agreed to, wasn’t part of the contract she’d willingly signed. She’d argued and resisted when she’d promised to obey.
“I’m still waiting for your answer.”
“Yes, Master.” She could barely maneuver the words out around the lump in her throat. He’d offered her pleasure, tried to prove to her that anal play was nothing to fear. Now he would hurt her, punish her for her stubbornness and lack of trust. Her lips began to tremble and she closed her eyes, unwilling to see the disappointment in his strange, alien gaze.
He was messing with the mesh metal box. She could hear him moving things around, searching for something specific. He clearly didn’t intend to spank her ass again. She was still recovering from the first spanking, but what was left? Images filled her mind, tantalizing and terrifying possibilities. She’d been fascinated with the BDSM culture for years and spent too much time on the internet watching videos and reading blogs. She’d never acted on her curiosity, had been too afraid of where it might lead her. But restraints, paddles, and floggers frequently appeared in her fantasies.
The bed dipped from his weight and she opened her eyes, ready to see what he intended. “These are meant to be uncomfortable, but not extremely painful. If the pressure is too much, tell me.”
She wasn’t sure what he was talking about until he grasped one of her nipples between his thumb and forefinger and quickly worked it into a tight point. Then he caressed her with his mouth, making the tip even harder. Finally, he applied a strangely shaped clamp. It didn’t look all that intimidating, but as soon as he let go, pain shot deep into her chest. She cried out, arching helplessly, but the fiery sting soon mellowed to a persistent throb.
He watched her closely, his gaze assessing her reaction. Without speaking, he moved around the bed and repeated the procedure. Soon both her nipples throbbed, the strange sensation intense yet not quite painful.