by Aubrey Ross
He stood, intentionally rubbing his chest against her breasts. “Undress me.”
Her deft fingers unfastened his pants and eased them to mid-thigh. She caressed his hips and squeezed his ass, pushing her fingers deep into his crack. He reached for one of her breasts, but she twisted away and shook her head.
“You chose oral stimulation.”
“I can’t touch you?”
“You may place your hands on my hips while you eat my pussy.” Her voice dropped to a husky whisper. “But everything else will have to wait until our arrangement is solidified.”
He narrowed his gaze, dominant urges rising within him. She was offering him choices, alluding to his authority, but he knew better. By disallowing certain options, she remained in control.
“Get on the bed,” he growled.
Uncertainty flickered within her eyes; then she averted her gaze and obeyed. That instant of hesitation was all it took to defuse his aggression. Dominating a willingly submissive partner was one thing. He enjoyed asserting his sexuality when his partner found pleasure in the passive role. Still, no power in the universe would motivate him to frighten or abuse Treena after all she’d been through.
He gentled his expression and softened his tone. “I want to look at you.”
She arranged herself on her back, tense and waiting. “You’ve been looking at me since I dropped the sheet.”
“What did you expect?” He tugged off his boots and finished undressing. “You are easily the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
Tension melted from her posture, replaced by anticipation. She spread her hair out over the pillows and bent her knees. Dragging his gaze away from her lovely face, he took a moment to appreciate her breasts, before focusing on the apex of her thighs. Her pubic hair was dark and neatly trimmed. How had she managed that on this primitive world?
She eased her legs apart and his speculation evaporated. Her delicate folds peeked out, waiting for his intimate exploration. He crawled onto the bed and knelt between her thighs, tracing her slit with the tip of one finger.
“I thought you wanted to receive as well as give.” Her tone sounded breathless and shaky.
“I want to focus on you first; then we’ll enjoy each other.”
He stroked her inner thighs and passed his fingers over her mound, using his thumb to tease her folds. She’d endured so much, subjugated herself for so long. He wanted to show her what it felt like to be cherished. Kissing his way from her knee to her slit, he followed the intriguing crease once with the tip of his tongue, then moved up the inside of her other leg.
“Oh, Jazz.” Her thighs shook and her belly quivered. Parting her outer lips with his thumbs, he warmed her with his breath. “Please.”
Again and again he blazed a path from her clit to her anus. He wanted to thrust his fingers into her openings, to feel her warm flesh clench around him, but he knew she’d object. This was a sample, a taste of all the pleasures waiting for him once Treena was… his pet.
He closed his lips around her clit, pressing and gently sucking. She seemed comfortable with the title, but pet felt far too similar to slave. She bucked, grinding against his mouth, so he pulled back and looked at her passion-flushed pussy. Cream trickled from her passage, disappearing into the shadowed crease between her ass cheeks. He wanted to follow that tantalizing path with his tongue and then his fingers. Had the Bastard taught her all the ways a woman could be taken?
“Shall I pleasure you now, sir?” She sounded nearly as rattled as he felt. He’d stopped before she came, knowing he wouldn’t last long once he felt the velvet heat of her mouth.
“Move away from the wall.” He helped her scoot down, making room for his legs. She looked so small, and soft, and vulnerable. His heart leapt within his chest.
She licked her lips and raised her arms, passion shining in her eyes. “I’m not as fragile as I look.”
Suppressing the last of his hesitation, he moved into position, kneeling on either side of her face. “If you want me to stop for any reason, just dig your fingernails into my ass.”
A siren’s smile parted her lips. “What if I just want to dig my fingernails into your ass?”
He groaned and a bead of moisture formed on the tip of his cock. Before he could think of another means of communication, she captured the drop on her tongue and closed her lips around his rock hard shaft.
Wet heat enveloped him. Scalding sensations rocketed through his body as her tongue swirled and her lips slid. He tossed his head, fighting desperately against the orgasm thundering toward him.
Grasping the back of her knees, he spread her legs wide and pressed his lips against the outer lips of her sex. She murmured, rolling her hips, while he licked her folds and circled her clit. He breathed in her scent, savored her taste, then thrust his tongue right into the core of her body.
* * *
“It’s no use, commander,” Omid said. He motioned toward the reactor behind him with a discouraged shake of his head. “I’ve tried every trick I know. The wrestilian injectors have to be replaced.”
Bluz nodded. The news wasn’t a surprise. Omid had repaired the injectors twice already, replacing them was inevitable. “And the Limbarian lunar cluster is the nearest outpost with maintenance facilities.”
“Unfortunately. I know you’d rather be anywhere than your homeworld.”
Rubbing the bridge of his nose, Bluz did a quick calculation. “It will take at least three days to reach the nearest moon and probably another two for your team to complete the installation.”
“It’s a relatively simple procedure once we have the parts, but we really have no other choice.”
Bluz activated his comlink and told the pilot to lay in a course for Limbaria, then turned back to his engineer. “Can you keep her running until we reach the moon?”
“I’ll do my best.”
“You always do.” Bluz headed for the doors leading out of the power station.
“Commander.”
Glancing over his shoulder he waited for Omid to go on.
“What are you going to do with the woman? I know Jazz’s affinity for strays drives you crazy, but this time was different. If we hadn’t come along when we did, she’d be dead.”
“No one on board will fault you for intervening. I’d like to think every member of this crew would have done the same.”
“But?”
“But our assistance has to stop there.” He kept his tone calm yet emphatic, knowing he’d repeat the speech the next time he saw Jazz. “If our charter is revoked all charges against us are reinstated. Has my soft-hearted brother forgotten that fact? We’re under contract with the Sabrotine Federation for the next five years. It’s either work for them, without incident, or rot in one of their penal facilities. I don’t need to imagine what that’s like; I can remember.”
Omid returned to his work without another word, a rare occurrence for the outspoken engineer.
As Bluz entered the main corridor, he accessed the telepathic link he shared with Jazz. They’d both had time to calm down, to analyze the situation without… Consuming desire blasted his senses and he staggered to a stop, grasping the wall for balance. Jazz was fucking Treena! Despite his express order forbidding the act, Jazz was fucking her.
A violent surge of jealousy accompanied the telepathic sample of his brother’s lust. Bluz thought back on what he’d said as tingling heat played havoc with his calm. He’d insisted Treena be treated with respect and told Jazz to consider her recent trauma. He hadn’t specifically told Jazz to keep his dick to himself. Obviously his orders had been too vague.
Grumbling under his breath, he entered his cabin and crossed to the workstation in the far corner of the small room. Had Jazz locked out the surveillance feed? There was no reason for Bluz to spy on them, except for the gnawing hunger consuming his heart. He needed to see her again, if only on a vidscreen.
“Why are you doing this to yourself?”
The answer was simple.
In the three years since the Genadda debacle, Treena was the only woman who had interested him in the least. He hadn’t lost his sexual appetite. He’d just had no desire to develop more than a passing flirtation.
Then he’d seen Treena’s lovely face and touched her soft body. He’d held her in his arms and sensed her fierce spirit. With one kiss she’d awakened longings he’d abandoned long ago.
His fingers hovered over the controls. Did he really want to see them? He knew good and well what they were doing. Jazz would never fuck an unwilling woman, but there were many forms of consent. She might accept his advances out of obligation.
Bluz raked his hair out of his eyes and smiled at the feeble justification. He wanted to see her, period. She had responded readily when they touched her. Being with two men hadn’t intimidated her in the least. Was it possible they’d found… She was human. What point would there be in mating with a female who could never bear their children? There were so few of his people left, they had to consider such things.
Letting the complication slip to the back of his mind, he accepted his weakness and activated the security grid. Treena lay on her back as Jazz fucked her mouth with long, even strokes. Bluz forced himself to breathe, unable to drag his gaze away from the erotic scene.
Jazz arched over her, his face buried between her thighs. Bluz couldn’t see exactly what Jazz was doing. Still, her urgent cries and muffled gasps made it obvious she was enjoying his attentions. She bucked beneath Jazz and he wrapped his arms around her hips.
Helpless to resist the temptation, Bluz sank into his brother’s mind. He inhaled her scent and the salty, sweet taste of her cream filled his mouth. Why did she taste so sweet? He could feel her hot folds pressed against his lips, while Jazz thrust his tongue into her cunt. She shuddered, her inner muscles rippling as Jazz drew out her orgasm with ruthless skill.
Jazz arched his back and thrust one last time. Blinding pleasure rolled across the telepathic link, knocking Bluz out of the meld. Panting harshly, Bluz watched on the monitor as Jazz shuddered and moaned, his cock buried deep in her mouth.
Ignoring the painful pressure in his groin, Bluz scrubbed his face with his hands. It had been months since he fucked a woman, longer still since he… His gaze focused on his brother’s back as a pattern emerged through his skin. Combining the same purple hues as his hair, the cords of pigmentation intertwined along his spine, then branched out across his shoulders.
He rubbed his eyes and refocused on the image. The pattern was still there. How was this possible? Bluz adjusted the surveillance feed, zooming in on his brother’s back. The twisting pattern was unmistakable, testadermian flare.
Anger burned through his confusion. No human could make a Limbarian flare. It was a physiological impossibility. If Treena wasn’t human, what species was she? And why was she misrepresenting herself?
His audiocom beeped, interrupting his speculation.
“Go ahead.”
“You asked me to scan the surface for anything resembling a space station.”
He triggered visual when he heard Lenstat’s voice. The science officer was on the bridge, looking rather haggard. They’d all busted their asses trying to keep the Chrysalis operational. “What did you find out?”
“Only three of the settlements are capable of long range communications, and I’m talking across continents, not offworld. The only settlement that has direct contact with offworlders is the one we just left.”
“Are you sure?”
“They’re living in the dark ages and seem content to stay that way.” He shrugged one shoulder and fiddled with something on his control panel. “I intercepted a message meant for one of the Sabrotine commanders shortly after I started scanning. The transmission was so degraded I have no idea if it reached SF headquarters or not.”
“Audio only?”
“Barely even that. I could only pick out random words.”
“Who was the recipient?”
“Arrik McGuire. It was sent general delivery.”
Which meant the sender didn’t know where the commander was stationed. Curious, though likely unimportant. Still, he better check with Traborn just to be sure. “Thanks.”
“Does this have something to do with the woman in your brother’s cabin?” Lenstat asked with a sly smile.
“What woman?” Bluz leaned back in his chair and folded his arms over his chest. “We aren’t permitted to transport passengers. I’m sure you were misinformed.”
Lenstat laughed. “If you say so, sir.”
Chapter Four
Arrik McGuire reclined in the simulator waiting impatiently for the program to begin. It was ironic that the best entertainment emporium in the star system was found on a penal moon. Only after ten years of rehabilitation and mental conditioning was any inmate considered for reintegration into the minimum security areas of Limbarian society. Few were ever allowed to leave. Most menial tasks in the booming pleasure district were assigned to “reformed” inmates.
The Cosmic Cabaret was Limbaria’s pride and joy, the most successful nightclub on a moon crowded with similar facilities. Every imaginable pleasure could be found within its walls. State-of-the-art technology, combined with an extraordinary staff, provided the exclusive clientele with anything they desired.
Light flashed and a stinging pulse passed through Arrik’s eyes and along his optic nerves. Similar sensations erupted all over his body as hundreds of sensory relays initialized. This was the fourth time he’d visited the Cabaret. Each time the Limbarian programmers provided a simulation closer to his memory. Perhaps this time they would succeed in creating the perfect fantasy.
A silhouette appeared out of the darkness, with luminous skin and dark, curly hair. She was naked. Her gaze was downcast as was proper for an obedient pet. Without having to be told, she knelt and clasped her hands behind her back, thrusting her breasts forward.
“How may I please you, master?” the simulation asked.
Her skin was a bit too pale and her tone far too subservient. Treena never surrendered completely. There had always been part of her distant and unattainable. If she’d given herself without reservation, he never would have sent her away.
“Do you love me, Treena?”
“You know I do.”
“Will you do anything for me?”
“Of course, master.”
She still hadn’t raised her head and there was no inflection in her tone. He accessed the control panel and upped her anxiety level before launching the newest phase of the program.
“Come here.” She crawled toward him, her hair brushing the floor as she went. When she knelt before him, she glanced up, fear knitting her delicate brow. “I would never hurt you. Do you believe that?”
“Why are you asking me, if it’s not a possibility?”
Much more authentic. Challenge had always tainted her submission. “I only want what’s best for you, what’s best for us.”
“What do you consider best for us?”
He chuckled, noting the subtle distinction. “A secure future, where we can indulge our every desire.”
“What is your desire?” She risked another nervous glance. “You haven’t told me what to do.”
“I want you to take my cock in your mouth and close your eyes. You will suck me gently… keep me hard without making me come. Can you do that?”
“Why don’t you want to come? If you do, I’ll make you hard again.”
“Not this time. I have something else in mind.” She looked around the empty room, then licked her lips. “That’s right,” he encouraged. “Offer me your mouth.”
“May I touch you with my hands?”
“No, keep your hands on the floor.”
The position was a bit awkward, but she managed. She opened her mouth and he rocked forward. Heat encased his cock, moisture and a distinct pressure as if lips slid up and down his shaft. Goddess, these Limbarians were good.
He triggered the second image, thrilled at the detailed li
keness of his former commander. Powerful body and brutish features, even his cock looked brutal, like a battering ram or a club. He approached with his characteristic strut, lust gleaming in his eyes.
“Oh, McGuire, she’s even more amazing than I’d imagined.” He fisted his cock and stroked himself to greater hardness. “This might hurt a bit, pet. I’m a good deal bigger than your master.”
“She’ll do anything you want, sir. I only ask that we play with her together. It would please me greatly to watch you master her.”
“Permission granted.” He knelt behind the pet and lifted her hips to the perfect angle, then drove his full length into her cunt with one violent thrust. She cried out and the pressure on Arrik’s cock intensified.
“Don’t you bite me, bitch!” The sting instantly eased and she whimpered.
The captain plowed into her, fucking her fast and hard. Arrik twisted her long hair around his hand and matched his movements to the solid rhythm of the other man. They crammed into her as if they were trying to meet in the middle. His cock bucked and pulsed, his balls drawn up and aching.
This was all he’d wanted. One night of sacrifice would have secured their future and --
“Oh, fuck…” He came in hot spurts, his eyes closed against the overwhelming stimulation. It wasn’t supposed to end here. He’d wanted her to climb on top of him, so the captain could fuck her ass.
The images flickered, then faded. Darkness swallowed his mind for an instant before he returned to reality.
“Was everything to your satisfaction, Commander McGuire?”
He couldn’t very well complain because he’d lost control. “The simulation was much improved. I look forward to our next session.”
An attendant arrived to help him dress after leisurely cleaning his body with warm, scented cloths. Arrik left the simulation station and found a place at the massive bar. Holodancers undulated and swayed as they gracefully shed their clothing. The Cosmic Cabaret was one of the few nightclubs that still boasted live entertainment. The holodancers just filled the time in between shows.