He raised his eyes to meet hers. The desire, the need, the naked lust there made her feel like she had fallen into a lake of fire. Her whole body responded to his glance, nipples tightened, and her pulse accelerated as her pussy became drenched. His voice rippled over her like an unstoppable wave. “Because I knew you would be like this, my Saria. I lived for the day I would have you here.” He brushed the glove over her distended nipples and she shuddered, the pain mixing with intense pleasure. “Would you like to see what else I have for you?”
She didn’t have any air in her lungs to answer, so she nodded. He smiled and removed his hand from her reddened skin to drop the glove back in the drawer. He picked up the stubby, phallic object and the long stick. With the handle of the long stick, he pressed another button. Suddenly, a bench slid out from the wall just in front of her. Then, he pressed another dial and the rack lowered slowly until she was on her knees, her arms still suspended over her head, her ass exposed.
Something about the way all the items moved slowly, without her control and totally under his, made her shiver, anticipating his next wicked move. What were those items he’d gotten from the drawer? Her ass was on display, helpless when he caressed it with a firm hand. She hoped he would spank her. He didn’t. Instead, she felt the stick against the back of her thighs and he drew it over her buttocks, along the crack, and pressed on her clit.
A tiny electric buzz jolted her and vibrated her sensitive nub. She stopped breathing. Shit! How was it possible to feel the hard pain of the shock and the sweet joy of pleasure? The thought drifted through her mind and then she went totally blank as her orgasm rolled over her. Fire, heat and mindless resistance swamped her and she pulled against the restraints that held her. Her body seemed to be owned completely by him. He played on her nerves, drawing out her orgasm until she thought her pussy would strain beyond what she could take. Each burning shock made her jerk and convulse. A shiver of fear slid up her spine. Everything, every touch, was pleasure now because it came from him. Pain didn’t exist. Only him. The fear was overwhelmed by a sense of peace and contentment, knowing that Tory would never hurt her. She trusted him to give her pleasure and, even if he punished her, to care for her and give her what she needed.
Sweet release was so close that her muscles coiled, awaiting that final touch that would send her over the edge. Coherent thought was impossible and she cried out, unable to stop the sound of need from escaping. The shocks kept coming and her muscles jerked as her system built toward another orgasm.
Tory moved the stick from her clit and touched her nipples, one after the other, giving them tiny shocks that further stimulated her overloaded nerves. She was going to die if he didn’t fuck her, take her, stop tormenting her. But he wasn’t going to, she could tell. He moved the stick to shoot electricity at several points, even her anus, until she was a mass of seething sensation. Her lungs hurt from desperately gasping for air. Her muscles were weak and she shook uncontrollably.
The clatter of a toy hitting the wall brought relief and disappointment. Neither feeling had a chance to stick. He bent down and whispered, sliding his fingers inside her ass and slathering something wet inside her anus. “I have another surprise for you.”
Another one? She didn’t think she could take another surprise, but she was so languid and buzzing with heat she couldn’t form a coherent answer. He pressed a button on a console at the foot of the bench. Fascinated, she watched as a mechanical arm protruded from the side of the bench. At the end of it was a dildo, thick and long. His fingers kept probing her puckered entrance and she arched back into his hand.
As she thrust her hips backward, the dildo slid inside her pussy. She screamed, the explosion of her orgasm ripping every thought, every doubt, everything away. She was too connected to the feelings that tore through her to float and too aware of Tory’s focus to be wrapped up in the convulsions that shook her. Hyperaware of his soothing hands, his deep voice in her ear telling her how beautiful she was and encouraging her to stay in that moment of pleasure, she hung suspended in that moment. It was the two of them, bound by invisible bonds, clinging to this charged space in time. Only Tory remained, central to her need, washing her away.
* * * * *
Precum leaked from Tory’s dick and he gritted his teeth against the flood of feelings. Stars, he wanted to sink inside her, own her, possess her. Her golden eyes were fogged with sex. Her skin was pink and marked. By him. She was impaled on his mechanical cock, which was buried deep in that sweet pussy. His fingers sank inside her ass, tight and hot.
Her scream as she came echoed in his ears and he fought the orgasm bubbling up through his balls. But he was going to make her come more. A lot more. He wanted her weak and sated as he plunged inside her ass.
He lubricated her anus so his fingers easily slid out and the anal vibrator, the last item in the drawer, slid in just as easily. He stretched her with the dildo, reveling in the way her pussy dripped over the other long appendage deep inside her. Her thrusts were uncontrolled and frantic. Every time she rotated her hips back, he twisted the anal toy deeper. Whimpers filled his ears and tears streamed down her cheeks. The fingers of his free hand pinched and tweaked the nipple nearest to him. He wanted to keep her here, on the edge, wanting, insane with lust. Her head was thrown back, her arms strained at the cuffs, her tits swaying and bobbing in time to her thrusts.
But he couldn’t wait any longer. He removed the vibrator and stood behind her, his cock at her anal entrance. She glanced back over her shoulder, the expanse of her shoulder muscles flexing as her fingers grasped the restraints at her wrists. Her eyes glowed with a soft, eerie light. The weight of his body stilled her thrusts on the mechanical phallus and she tensed.
He gripped a handful of hair and pulled her head back to keep her face where he could see it as he leaned forward, pressing her against his back. While he fucked her in the ass, he wanted to watch her, absorb her. With her head yanked back and turned toward him, she held his gaze as he slid inside her anus slowly, inch by inch, her asshole clenched around him. Her eyes drifted closed and he released her hair to clench his hands in a bruising grip on her hips. He growled, an involuntary response to the way her channel squeezed him, sucked him in. With one thrust, he buried his cock deeper inside her ass. Stars, the feeling was heaven, absolute heaven. He withdrew and slammed inside her, pushing her forward onto the mechanical cock. He could feel the way the other cock vibrated and filled her. It careened him over the edge.
Desperately, he wanted her there with him. He reached around her and thumbed her clit as his teeth sank in the soft flesh of her shoulder. She cried out, a long, keening cry, and he let go, his cum boiling over and streaming into her ass. She sobbed out words he barely understood, but that gave him an unnamed satisfaction. His release washed over him, his nerves stretched and snapped from the intensity. The way her anal muscles squeezed him dry blanked out his mind and he floated.
Only the sound of their harsh breaths broke the silence. His hand rested on the soft curls surrounding her clit and his dick buried in her ass twitched. He didn’t want to move. But Alex groaned when she shifted and Tory realized she might be uncomfortable. His legs shook as he slid his cock free of her tight channel.
He fumbled to reach the release for the wrist restraints and caught her when her arms dropped free. Gently, he moved her away from the bench and off the mechanical cock. She whimpered, her body limp and pliable. Beautiful. She was stunning.
She was light and easy to carry, so he hefted her into his arms and laid her on the bed. He couldn’t help it. His fingers traced every mark, every bruise that had appeared on her skin. The glove left trails of reddened skin, still visible. His teeth marks were embedded in her shoulder. Her hips showed his finger imprints. She belonged to him, every inch of her.
When he glanced at her face, her eyes were open and gazing at him. Golden and bright, they were filled with a low-burning fire that wouldn’t take much to stoke.
It rocked him.
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He’d known how he felt about her. All those years away from her had given him clarity, certainty. But to see it in her eyes was…earth shattering. He cupped her face. “Alexandra,” he breathed out. It was a prayer, a need. His entire life seemed to boil down to one thing. Her.
“Tory,” she sighed, her breasts rising and falling in a seductive motion. “I love you, my Sarat.” Her eyes closed and, by the rhythmic breaths, he could tell she’d fallen asleep.
That was the first time she’d called him her Sarat. It showed an acceptance of their mating he hadn’t expected. Alex was military, self-sufficient, perfectly capable of taking care of herself. She was also well aware of what the ancient word Sarat meant.
Master.
He curled his body next to hers, skin to skin, heart to heart. Soon, her steady pulse and warmth drugged him into sleep.
Chapter Seventeen
“Commander Ingle.” The sound of his overhead com jerked him out of an intense, sexual dream and he blinked at the ceiling. A rustle of warmth next to him reminded him it hadn’t been a dream. Alex was here. And she was his.
He leaned over and pressed a button by his bed. “I’m here, Dink. What’s up?”
“Two Teran One warships thirty thousand light years away. They’ll be on our position in an hour.”
“Right. Be right there.” He rubbed a hand over his face. He needed a shave, a shower and to wake up. What he wanted to do was bury himself back in his mate’s waiting heat.
Instead, he was probably going into a firefight. The memory of the vision he’d seen in Alex’s mind, of her shooting him, of some kind of confrontation with Darius, floated in the front of his brain. He shook his head and headed for the shower.
Warm needles of water brushed over his skin and slowly his body began to come to life. Damn, he was tired. And thoughts of why he was tired made him hard and needy. His cock filled, sprang to life. The feel of Alex’s skin, the squeeze of her ass, the scent of her cum all came back to him. He groaned.
“Need a little help?” Alex stood outside his shower, naked, glorious.
“Alex,” he warned. He wanted to say yes. He wanted to tell his crew to fuck off and spend the day in bed with her.
Instead, she dropped on her knees, the water splashing over her back, and licked the tip of his cock. His head dropped back and his eyes closed, taking a deep breath to keep his orgasm from exploding all over her face. Her tongue slid along his length, a slow teasing that made him growl. “Alex. Shit. Damn it.”
In response, she sucked him to the back of her throat. Her lips created friction, her mouth pulled at his flesh. In and out, she moved his cock deeper and deeper until he was completely lost in her hot, sweet cavern.
His fingers wound in her hair and his hips thrust harder, his orgasm rolling through him, exhilarating him. She moaned and the vibration of it shot through his dick straight to his fevered brain. His cum exploded from him in a rush and he shouted, his pulse pounding. As she sucked every last drop from him, every slide of her tongue sent shards of pleasure through his whole body.
When he opened his eyes, he had to lean his hand against the shower tiles to stay upright. He gazed down and found his mate smiling up at him.
He reached down, suddenly desperate to connect to her in some other way, and pulled her up to capture her lips with his. He thrust his tongue in her mouth, and the taste of his cum on her made him a little crazy. God, he was never going to get enough of her.
Somehow, he managed to finish his shower, shave, and got dressed, resisting the temptation of his sexy woman. She, too, pulled on a uniform and he wasn’t sure that was any less tempting. Even when she yanked her wet hair back into a tight braid, she was a walking sex goddess to him.
“They’ll try to board us,” she said as she slid on her military-issue boots.
“Yes, but we’re ready for that.”
She frowned, a slight mar to her perfect face. “Tory, don’t go to the shuttle bay.”
“Even if you do?” He knew what was worrying her.
“Especially if I do.” Her hand clutched his arm. “You’re too important and I don’t want—”
“You’re not going to.” He leaned down, his nose touching hers. “We’re more than the vision. We’re stronger than all of it. You’ll see.”
For a moment, anguish crumpled her beautiful face. “Tory—”
“I trust you, my Saria. With my life.”
A single tear slid down her cheek and he kissed it away. His hand covered her belly. “I trust you with my future, Alexandra. Remember that.”
He backed away and turned to the door. She grabbed his hand and followed him. “I’m going with you.”
He nodded and, together, they headed for the bridge.
What surprised him when they got there was the immediate expressions of relief on his crew’s face. What the hell was that about? Jezar glanced around at the men and met Tory’s curious gaze. “I think they’re glad to see you with your mate.”
“Where else would I be?” she said and batted her eyelashes.
He burst out laughing. Only Alex could make a joke about taking off on a suicide mission. His crew stared at him like he’d grown another eye. “What?” he asked them.
Dink’s mouth hung open and Bud’s eyebrows were raised to his hairline. Pulzer’s stare was unblinking. Jezar grinned. “I don’t think they’re used to seeing you laugh.”
“What’s the status of our incoming guests?” He ignored Jezar’s comment. After all, had he really been so morose? Probably. It felt good to have Alex by his side. It felt right.
“A hundred klicks out. Chatter on the underground pipeline is that the Teran One acting government tried to get Teran Five to participate in a joint takedown of The Pinnacle.” Dink smiled. “They wouldn’t.”
“Of course not,” Tory rejoined. “A little bird told them what was in that Teran One container.”
“Teran Three is pissed,” Dink added.
“And Teran Four?” He glanced at Bud. The man was a mystery. What drove the Teran Four native to be a part of his crew? His response to the vid of the tortured woman had answered several questions. Bud had his contacts on Teran Four, but he was no lackey for its government. Clearly, something pretty ugly happened to Bud and his family. That didn’t mean Tory trusted him, but at least he made a little more sense.
Bud cleared his throat. “The Teran Four government is playing a waiting game.”
Tory grinned. “They’re hoping Teran One takes me out and then they can attack Teran One with moral indignation. Brilliant. But, unfortunately, it requires I get my ass kicked. And that, my friends, is not going to happen.”
“What class warship are they sending?” Alex asked.
“Type E with modifications,” Dink answered.
Alex met Tory’s glance. “No resonators,” she said. “The Dara fighters have them, but the Type E was only fitted with disintegrators. They won’t work against our shields.”
He nodded. “They’re slow and not as well armed as we are, but let’s not get cocky.” He sat in his chair and pressed a button.
The elevator doors opened and Tesia strode onto the bridge. “I hear we’re going to have company,” Tesia said.
“We are. Two Teran One warships. I need power to the shields and the charges on the resonators and the disintegrators double checked. Be ready for a fight.” Tory stared at the stars on the screen. A firefight now was not what he’d had in mind. Teran One had to know what would happen if they attacked him. Or did they?
He’d been careful to keep the transfer of the containment box under wraps. Did the Teran One ships hope to eliminate the whole mess? What exactly was their agenda?
“They’re sending a message,” Dink interrupted the flow of his thoughts.
“Put it up.” Tory watched the pixels rearrange until the picture of King Darius Stender filled the screen.
“Surrender, Commander Ingle,” the man demanded.
“I have no intention of su
rrendering, Your Majesty,” he said and couldn’t help sarcasm from creeping into his tone on the last two words. “If you’re representing Teran One, then I demand you release the prisoner being held by Pontoon Gregor.” The channel was public, picked up by surrounding satellites. He hadn’t released the vid, in deference to Alex, but he would if Darius didn’t back off.
“She is an enemy of the crown.” Darius’ dark eyes gave nothing away.
Tory shook his head. “What do you want?”
“Give me the box and I’ll allow you to go free.”
“I’m afraid the bidding on the box is still ongoing,” Tory told him. The other bidders would hear that and rejoice. Of course, they didn’t know the box was empty. The bidding was stated as for “the box transported by Commander Zeerah from Teran One”. Technically, what sat in his cargo hold was the box. The contents, however, were now on Ardasia.
Suddenly, Darius lost his composure. “You cannot sell what is in that box, Commander. In the interests of our planet—”
“Your planet, not mine. You exiled me.” The bitterness was still there, tangy on his tongue. Alex’s hand clasped his shoulder and squeezed. It eased the rising anger a bit.
“You know what will happen if another planet gets their hands on it.” Darius’ tone was strident, desperate.
“Funny you didn’t think of that when you sent Alexandra on a suicide mission with it.” That still pissed him off. This fucker casually threw away Alex’s life like it was garbage.
“It would have been destroyed, harmless,” Darius shouted.
“Bullshit,” Tory spat and sat forward aggressively. “If that’s what you think then you’ve been lied to. She was headed into a trap. And those Stet explosives were duds. Instead of blowing up her ship, it was going to spread that box’s contents far and wide. Those stets had infrared target recognition chips. And you know what that means.”
The expression on Darius’ face held no surprise. He’d known. “No,” Alex said under her breath and Tory reached up to cover her hand with his. Her fingers were ice-cold.
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