Leaving the men to grumble about trips down to the galley for nothing, Kass headed to her private quarters. The particular light that Raz had pointed out came on when her door was tampered with. A quick glance at the locking mechanism showed that nothing was amiss. Whoever was in there was able to circumvent the lock without any damage. She pressed the small button on the top of her doorway as she entered. That would turn the warning light off on the bridge.
The door closed behind her and she eased her weapon from the holster on her leg. She pulled back the tension wire on the small crossbow and inserted a round-tip bolt. She only used rounded bolts in the ship and not bullets. If a bullet punctured her hull, it would spell disaster if they tried to submerge.
Stepping quietly into the room, she darted a look around the corner and then followed through with her weapon. “You might as well show yourself, because if you try to surprise me, I’ll shoot you in the balls.”
“That would dampen the plans I had for us this afternoon.”
She heard Miguel’s voice farther in the room and carefully sidestepped her way in. Another quick look showed her that he was the only one in here. She kicked open the door to the washroom and pointed the bow in there before passing.
“You don’t trust me, mi corazón?”
“Making certain that you’re on your own.” She walked in the room, pointing the weapon to the ground. Miguel lay in her bed, propped up on pillows
“I’m not armed.” He grinned at her, reclined back with his hands up in the air.
“What are you doing here, Miguel?” She placed the bow on the bench at the end of her bed and shrugged out of her heavy leather coat. “I thought you and Julien were going to let me do this on my own.”
“I had no plans to let you know that I was here, Kass. Until I tripped that damn sensor on your entrance. Very clever, by the way.”
“And then you decided to get naked in my bed.”
Miguel nodded. “There was no point in subterfuge at that point. You would’ve torn the ship apart looking for whoever came in here. Staying one step ahead of you in that situation would prove to be exhausting. It made sense to put myself where I wanted to be anyways.”
His gaze heated up as he moved, and he let the sheet slide down to pool on the bed as he came to his knees. “Come to me, Kass.” He held out his hand. “Let me take care of you for a bit.”
“I’m covered in dust and grime. I had to examine the hull on the lower decks for strain after taking off.”
“That was an inventive technique.”
“Did it make you sick, too?”
“No, my constitution is better than Raz’s, thank the gods.” Miguel crawled down the bed toward her. His heavy cock swung with the movement, mesmerizing her.
“How did you know he was sick?” she asked as he sat next to her. Miguel started undoing the buttons down the front of her blouse before he spoke.
“I saw him as he staggered to his quarters.” He lifted her shirt and pulled it over her head. “I’ve never seen that shade of green on a human.”
Miguel moved around her, talking as he stripped her clothes from her. Kass was so amazed by his behavior that she didn’t think to stop him. A large jug filled with water sat on a stand in the corner. Miguel poured some into a large bowl, dipped a cloth into it, and squeezed out the excess.
“What are you doing?”
“What does it look like?” Miguel picked up her hand and ran the wet cloth over the back of it and then cleaned each finger in turn. “I promised Julien I’d take care of you.”
“I don’t know if this is what he had in mind.”
Miguel shrugged. “This is how I take care of people I love.” He pressed the cloth into the water and washed her face and neck, pressing a kiss against her lips when her eyes closed.
“Is this what you would like me to do for you?”
“If you would like to.” He smiled down at her. “But, not today.” Miguel ran the cloth down her chest and swirled it around one of her breasts a couple times.
“I don’t think I was that dirty there,” she commented.
“One can never be too careful.” He bent over and swirled his tongue around her nipple, sucking it into the warmth of his mouth. She felt as though there was a direct line from her nipples to her pussy. Every tingle he created playing with her nipples went straight between her legs. She lifted her back and pressed her breasts closer to his mouth.
He chuckled and then continued to wash her skin, dragging the warm cloth over her, leaving a cool, damp trail in its wake. Every part he washed he covered with a sheet and then uncovered another part. Kass lay back and enjoyed this incredibly decadent experience.
Miguel paid close attention to her feet, cleaning every toe before kissing it. He nipped at her instep, making her jump, but it felt like she’d been touched by lightning. Every little bite he treated her skin with made her more aware of the cloth on her skin and his hands holding her.
By the time he’d worked his way down her front, she writhed under his touch, soundlessly begging for more.
“Roll over, mi corazón.” He placed a pillow under her hips, lifting her bottom up higher than the rest of her body. She could feel the cream from her pussy leave a trail as one drop tracked down the inside of her leg. When Miguel swiped the cloth over the backs of her shoulders, she moaned her displeasure.
“Patience, dear Kass.” He nipped her at the back of her neck, making her jump. “We’ll get there.” She felt a sharp sting against the back of her arm. “I love the feel of your skin between my teeth.”
The cloth traced gently down her spine, to the crack of her bottom. Miguel nipped at regular intervals down her spine. The sting of his teeth was quick and sensitized her to the point she could feel an orgasm beginning to burn deep inside her. There was another sharp sting on one of her buttocks, and she lifted up to his touch, but he swirled the cloth and came up her sides. She clenched her legs together, trying to relieve some of the pressure there, but a moment later she felt Miguel’s large hands against her inner thighs.
“Open your legs. You’re not racing ahead of me.”
“I can’t take this, Miguel.”
“Yes, you can. I’m so proud of you already.” He swiped his fingers along the seam of her pussy, slipping through the wetness.
A soft cry escaped her lips as a rush of goose bumps danced along her legs. “Do it again, oh god, please.” She looked over her shoulder at him and watched as he sucked on his finger.
“You taste so good, Kass.” He leaned over her, and she hoped he planned to have another taste, but instead he pressed his lips against her bum and then got up and rinsed the cloth out again.
When the warm cloth traced down one leg, Kass considered taking matters into her own hands. She’d managed to shift her weight onto one hip when she felt her arms pinned to the bed above her head. “Don’t even think of it. You move and I’ll tie you down.”
Damn, he’s fast. Kass opened her mouth, but the seriousness of Miguel’s gaze had her shutting it. She relaxed back onto her stomach, and Miguel pressed a kiss to her shoulder.
“I’d hoped you’d push me on that one.” His smile was pure sin, and she felt her pussy gush at the idea.
“Why would you want me tied down?”
“Then I could do whatever I wanted to you.” He moved closer and whispered in her ear, “You’d be helpless.”
“I’ll never be helpless again.” The words tumbled from her mouth before she could stop them. The idea of not being in control of a situation frightened the hell out of her.
“But, this isn’t a den. You’re safe with Julien and I. You know that.”
An image of Julien standing with a bull whip in his hand sent a bolt of ice through her. What if he tried that on me? How did that poor man gain pleasure out of such an evil action?
A sharp smack to her bottom yanked her from her thoughts. She focused on Miguel’s face as he stretched out alongside of her. He trailed his fingers down her
spine and up her sides. “What were you thinking about?”
“Nothing.”
Another sharp smack echoed in the room, and a sting radiated from her bottom. “For every lie.” Miguel continued to stroke his fingers along her back, calming her with the patterns he was making on her skin. “What were you thinking of?”
“A memory from my past, of a helpless man who’d been tortured,” she answered. It was the truth, part of the truth.
Miguel looked at her and accepted her answer although somehow she knew he saw more than she wanted to admit.
“You’re not helpless, Kass. Even if I was to tie you to this bed, you would not be helpless. I’m a slave to you. I want to touch your skin and leave my mark on you, lightly, so that I can do it again and again. My teeth, my hand, a flogger or whip.”
Kass jerked at the last word. She couldn’t help it. “Never.”
Miguel held her gaze and then nodded. “You’re my goddess and your wish is my command.” He lifted up and she felt him move behind her. Straddling her legs with his, he sat on her calves. Her legs were immobilized, but it didn’t frighten her. She liked to feel his weight against her, as much as she’d enjoyed the feeling of Julien sprawled over her after making her scream with pleasure.
“What are you doing?”
Miguel shushed her as he ran his hand down her spine in one long, slow caress. His body slid along hers, his cock resting against her ass like a brand, making her long to feel it buried inside of her.
“What if I want you to mark me?” Miguel whispered in her hair. “Would you do that, mi corazón? I want to look down and see your mark on my skin, a reminder of your touch.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.” She didn’t understand why he would ask such a thing. What frightened her more was that a part of her was curious and liked the idea of marking him.
“You won’t hurt me.” Miguel continued the long strokes along her back. “And sometimes a little sting can make you feel so much more.”
He smacked her bum again, a sharp tap to the underside of one cheek. She jumped but had to admit that the warmth that radiated from her pussy afterward felt incredible. He pressed a couple fingers between her legs and into her, stroking her deep.
Kass gripped the sheet and panted. “That feels so good.”
“I know, and then someone does this.” He spanked her ass again, two sharp swats that exploded on each cheek, adding another layer of intensity to what he was doing. She clenched on his fingers and tried to squeeze them.
“Oh, promise you’ll do that to my cock when I’m deep inside you, mi corazón.”
He pumped his fingers inside of her, hitting a spot that made her feel like her body was going up in flames. “Oh god, Miguel.”
“I’m yours, Kass.” He removed his fingers, and she lifted her hips, trying to hold onto them. He smacked her again, and she felt more cream dribble down her leg. Even she had to admit that she liked his hand on her.
He chuckled and smacked her ass again. “You’ll hunger for this.” She felt his hands on her hips and a thick, blunt cock press against her cunt.
“I already hunger for your cock.” She tried to rear back, but he smacked her again.
“No, I mean a hand on your ass. Wait ’til Julien finds out. He can make you scream in pleasure with his hand alone.” He pressed deeper, and she felt her body struggle to accept him. Her muscles stretched to the point of burning as he rocked against her.
“He’ll spank your ass until you beg, and then he’ll flip you over and give that swollen pussy of yours a sharp smack and I guarantee you’ll scream as you cream yourself.”
Kass’s head filled with images of what Miguel described and she felt her pussy bathing his cock with her juices. Miguel pressed further until his cock filled her entirely. He pulled back and then surged forward again, stealing Kass’s breath with the exquisite feeling. Her body was wet enough that he slipped back and forth easily now, building an inferno of heat inside of her.
He reached around her hip and rubbed her clit with his fingers, ratcheting up the sensations to a vortex of heat and longing. When she felt his thumb against her bottom, she lurched forward.
“Stay still,” Miguel ordered. She’d never heard that tone out of him, and her body obeyed before her brain thought to defy him. She felt him press against her back entrance and clenched from the incredible strangeness of the sensation. That action also caused her to clench hard around his cock, and she shuddered from the intense feeling.
He wouldn’t be dissuaded, and soon enough she found each hole stuffed as Miguel rocked against her. His fingers created an intense forbidden feeling as his cock slid in and out of her dripping passage.
“More,” she cried out. Her orgasm glimmered on the periphery of everything, a teasing sensation that promised as much as it teased.
“We’ll give you more.” He pressed another finger into her back passage, creating a burn as he scissored his fingers, stroking her. “I will not plunge my cock in your ass, no matter how much you beg. I want Julien here so we can finally take you together. Then I’ll push my cock in your tight ass as he fucks your cunt.”
Miguel kept talking and she felt her body gush with moisture. Every stroke rubbed against an incredibly sensitive part inside of her. “I know what you really need.” The words sounded forced out as he fucked her.
“Please.” Kass knew what was coming and didn’t care. She wanted it, needed that extra bit of sensation. But, instead of slapping her bum again, he pressed another finger into her. The extra stretch burned and pulled her down into the abyss of pleasure.
She felt as though she floated on a velvet cloud. Miguel extricated himself from her and rolled her over. He pushed back inside of her, and she wrapped her legs around his hips, arching up into his strokes. “Yes, Miguel. Fuck me harder.”
Miguel growled and pounded into her. Somewhere in the riot of sensations she remembered what he’d said earlier. She angled her head and gripped his shoulder with her teeth, biting down hard. He snarled and let loose with a string of Spanish she didn’t understand. Rising up, he gripped her hips, slamming into her once and then a second time. He reached down and pinched her clit hard, launching her into another heart-stopping orgasm as he hollered out his completion.
* * * *
Kassandra lay sprawled out on the bed. Miguel got up and warmed the cloth and cleaned her, and she didn’t have the fortitude to move. He crawled back into bed and lay over her. His large frame pinned her to the bed with one arm stretched over her chest and his leg tangled between hers. She couldn’t move but didn’t feel as though her breathing was restricted at all.
“I don’t like you putting yourself in danger, Kass.” He snuggled his face into her neck. She liked feeling as if he surrounded her.
“I want you to trust me, Miguel.” Kass kept her eyes closed but patted his arm. “I know what I’m doing. This will be a routine drop-off, no excitement.”
“You know that’s usually when everything goes wrong.”
“Only if you’re not prepared properly, and I’m completely prepared.” She yawned. Miguel didn’t understand. She trusted Dev and Gil and their intentions. “I want you to stay back on the ship. The men I’m meeting don’t know you and I don’t want to make them nervous.”
“Men?” Miguel lifted his head. “You didn’t say anything about meeting men.”
“Who did you think I was meeting? A herd of cows?” Kass didn’t like this jealousy that radiated off of Miguel. Most of her business was done with men, and she was two seconds away from kicking his ass out of bed for this behavior. She would not be dictated to by him or Julien.
“Raz and Gabe can stay on the ship. I’ll accompany you to the rendezvous.”
“No, you will not.” She tried to shove his arm off her, but he refused to move.
“Mi corazón, don’t be jealous. I promise I will not even look at these men twice. You have my complete and utter adoration.”
Kass turned her head and ca
ught his teasing look. “That’s not what you meant.”
“Of course it is.” He pressed another kiss to her shoulder. “I’m there to watch your beautiful back, and you can do all the talking.”
She knew he wouldn’t budge on this one, and it would be pointless to continue arguing about it. She’d agree but was concerned that Miguel’s presence would cause more harm. Knowing that Miguel would have her back made her feel infinitely safer. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust her crew, but she knew that Miguel was much better trained for situations like this. Miguel’s breathing evened out, and Kass lay quietly for a while thinking about trust until she, too, drifted off.
* * * *
Miguel didn’t like this one bit. Kass was fully aware of this because he’d voiced his opinion repeatedly over the course of the day. He walked the two miles with her to the drop site. Raz and Gabe had stayed back at the ship, but her first mate Connor insisted on accompanying her and Miguel. Connor was still pissed off at being duped and captured by Julien. She suspected he was the one behind the stories about broken equipment on the ship.
The hot summer sun beat down on them. Kass was thankful for the large hat she wore because she could feel her skin start to tingle after a while. The walk was taking longer than she thought because it wasn’t a formal road they were following.
Gil and Dev had placed a beacon for her to follow, and the small device she’d received from them at their last meeting directed her way. Dev and Gil would recognize Connor, but she was concerned what Miguel’s presence would convey to them. She glanced over her shoulder but couldn’t see Miguel anywhere. Stopping, she scanned the area and started to take a few steps back.
“It’s okay, Kass.” Connor grabbed her arm. Kass yanked her upper arm from his grip and dropped her free hand to the pistol on her hip.
“Captain?” Connor lifted his hands, a hurt look briefly crossing his face.
Kass cursed herself for hurting a man who’d done nothing but watch her back for the last couple years. “I’m sorry, Connor.” She waved her hand behind her. “Some people have me on edge.”
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