Price of Passion (3-in-1 Collection)

by Aubrey Ross

  Bluz didn’t even glance at the intruder. He stared into Treena’s eyes as his fingers memorized the enticing contours of her soft body.

  “Find another car,” Jazz said, his tone sharp and dismissive.

  “If he’s going to fuck her, we’ll stick around.”

  Hearing the taunt, Treena jerked out of his hold, overlapped the sides of the shirt, and rushed into the corridor.

  “Damn. That’s one gorgeous slave you’ve got there, friend.”

  “I’m not your friend,” Bluz growled as he passed the mouthy young man.

  Treena came to a stop halfway down the hall. “I don’t know which room.”

  “Give me the shirt.” Bluz held out his hand expectantly.

  “I will strip as soon as we get to our room.”

  He pushed her against the wall and caged her with his arms. “You would have been hidden by my body and protected by Jazz. Instead you disobeyed and made us all look like fools. I don’t make idle threats. Now, take off the shirt.”

  She looked up and down the corridor, then slipped the shirt from her shoulders. He snatched it from her hand and told her which room. They were only four doors away and Jazz had it open by the time they reached it.

  “I’m going to take a bath,” Treena announced as Bluz locked the door.

  “Not yet you’re not,” he snarled.

  Chapter Seven

  Treena fought for control of her expression before she turned around. She had not only provoked Bluz, she’d challenged him in a public place. He had to punish her now. She’d left him no choice. After a long, deep breath, she turned from the bathroom and faced her Master.

  Raising her arms, she interlaced her fingers behind her head and gazed into his eyes. “I displeased you. I await your discipline.”

  “Come here.”

  She walked to him, lowering her gaze to the floor.

  “Why did you disobey me? Answer honestly.”

  She dared a glance into his gleaming eyes. “I… long for the pleasure only found when sensations border on pain. I need the tempest I see in your eyes. Why do you withhold it from me?”

  “I will never hold myself back from you again. You will have all that I am and I will expect nothing less from you.”

  Liquid heat unfurled within her. Her heartbeat sped and her lips trembled. She teetered on the brink of orgasm just thinking about the pleasures awaiting them.

  Bluz and Jazz both undressed then stood before her naked. “We offer our bodies to you alone,” Jazz told her.

  “We will never take our rest until we are certain you are satisfied.” Bluz motioned toward the bed. “Jazz will hold you while I administer your punishment. You may touch him and kiss him, but you are not allowed to put his cock in your mouth.”

  Jazz sat on the side of the bed and told her to kneel in front of him. He bent her forward and turned her head to the side, pressing her cheek against his thigh. Her breasts brushed the front of his knees and he moved her hands to his hips. “Part your thighs. He needs to be able to see how well you respond.”

  Moving her knees farther apart, she tried to determine what Bluz was doing by the sounds he made. A compartment opened and then she heard a soft rustling. A silent pause followed and then the unmistakable swish of a multi-stranded whip. There had been no crack, it was definitely a flogger.

  Her pussy clenched and her clit throbbed. She shifted restlessly and dug her fingers into Jazz’s hips.

  “Don’t be afraid. He knows what he’s doing.”

  She almost laughed. Fear was the farthest thing from her mind. She ached for the heat, the searing intensity that would free her inner animal.

  “I have been a neglectful Master,” Bluz said softly as he approached. “I should have recognized your need. You may come as often as you like while I discipline you.”

  To her astonishment, Bluz knelt behind her and lifted her hips. He pressed his face against her bottom and licked her cunt. Teasing her folds and brushing her clit, he offered another unexpected apology. Her abdomen came alive with tingling sensations. Her core rippled and her clit pulsed each time his tongue swiped over the sensitive nub.

  She hovered on the brink of release when he lowered her knees to the floor. He parted her ass cheeks and she tried to look back at him. Jazz held her head down, his hand stroking her hair.

  “Relax,” Jazz coaxed. “Reward his selflessness with your trust.”

  She felt the faint pressure of a lubricant applicator. She tried not to analyze his movements, to surrender to his touch and trust him with her pleasure. He removed the applicator and circled her anus with his fingertips.

  “You need to be prepared if I’m going to take you here, and I’ve waited as long as I’m willing for the tight grip of your ass.”

  She couldn’t argue with that. Jazz had ass fucked her twice, but Bluz was thicker than his brother. Something blunt and warm nudged her opening. She relaxed her inner muscles and raised her hips.

  “Good girl.” Bluz pushed the toy past her sphincter and kept right on going. She gasped, refusing to tighten up until he stopped pushing. The pressure stopped and he rubbed her bottom, his hands warm and soothing. “How’s that feel?”

  “It doesn’t hurt.”

  “Good. I’ll adjust it twice during your discipline, so don’t be alarmed when you feel the pressure increase.” He wrapped slender straps around her legs and another around her waist to keep the plug lodged within her anal passage. “You can squeeze as hard as you like. It won’t come out.”

  The fullness was shockingly stimulating. Cream trickled onto her inner thigh. She heard him stand and waited for the first kiss of the flogger. It landed on her right ass cheek an instant later and she hissed.

  “Don’t hold back. Your cries will tell me what you need just as well as words.”

  He switched to the other side and she gasped, then made a needful whimper. The next lash was harder, the strands fanned out across her entire cheek. She made her cry loud and joyous. He repeated the sweeping caress on her other side.

  Jazz moved her hair out of the way as Bluz moved up her back. The strands kissed the outer swell of each breast before he began his descent. Each hot sting built upon the next until her entire body pulsed with sensations.

  “Who’s holding back now?” Bluz adjusted the butt plug and her body exploded with an abrupt, unexpected climax. “Much better.” He released one side of the straps and moved the plug in and out several times before he reattached the straps.

  She panted, her breasts rubbing against Jazz’s legs with each ragged breath.

  Bluz gave each ass cheek a light stroke, reigniting the fire in her welted skin. She shivered, reveling in the pain, embracing the overwhelming sensations. He adjusted the toy a final time, then carefully aimed the flogger at her pussy.

  She screamed and dug her nails into Jazz’s hips as another climax tore through her. Bluz kept the hard, raking spasms going with skillful slaps of the flogger. Harder and higher the pleasure soared until light burst behind her eyelids and reality blurred.

  Not giving her time to recover completely, Bluz slipped the plug from her ass and positioned his cock as he unwound the straps from her thighs.

  Jazz pulled her arms away from his hips, bent her elbows, and angled her arms behind her. Bluz hooked one arm through her bent elbows and pulled her upward. Her skin tingled and her anus burned, his shaft firmly pressed against her opening. Jazz brushed her lips with his cock and she obediently opened her mouth.

  “Don’t bite him,” Bluz warned, then began his entry.

  Pressure flared to sting and sting burst into pain. She cried out around Jazz’s shaft, sucking in air through her nose. Bluz drove deeper, stretching her and filling her as only her Master could. Heat radiated up through her passage and sank into her cunt. Her clit throbbed and she cried out again, overwhelmed by the contradictory stimulation.

  “Come for me,” Bluz demanded. “Welcome your Master home.”

  She tightened her inn
er muscles as Jazz reached down and found her clit. He brushed his fingers across her twice and she came hard, her body convulsing with blinding intensity.

  As the pleasure receded, she felt Bluz pull back. His cock slid out as Jazz pushed into her mouth. They controlled her, filled her, and pleasured her as she had never dreamed possible. Even the first time had not been as wondrous as this primal mating.

  Jazz rocked his hips, his fingers tangled in her hair. Bluz moved with deep, steady strokes, his cries nearly as loud as hers.

  Awareness unfurled within her lust addled brain. She could sense them in her mind, their beings caressing her every bit as tangibly as their bodies. Reaching out to them with unskilled enthusiasm, she encouraged the telepathic melding. She opened to them, taking them deeper into her soul. Jazz surged in without hesitation, while Bluz progressed more slowly.

  Please. She wasn’t sure if he could hear her, only hoped he would understand. I want all of you, both of you, without reservation.

  My love, my life. Bluz sent the thought directly to her mind as his presence burned brighter. This is more than I ever dared hope.

  I told you she was perfect. Now stop distracting her.

  Joy rippled through the pleasure, warm and soothing. She arched her back, meeting each forceful thrust. Jazz slid against her tongue and she swirled her tongue over his tip each time he reached her lips.

  Now! Come now. I can wait no longer.

  The words were so distorted she wasn’t sure who sent the command. Her body obeyed regardless. Tilting her head back, she took Jazz into her throat as Bluz buried his full length in her ass. Pleasure rushed from Bluz along with his cum, triggering her orgasm at exactly the same time Jazz released his seed. They shook together, lost in the wonder. She savored the blessed fullness as she swallowed again and again. Jazz stroked her hair away from her face, tenderness glowing in his eyes.

  Long moments passed in breathless silence. Jazz reluctantly eased out of her mouth.

  “Ready to be rid of me?” Bluz whispered.

  “Never.” She looked over her shoulder and smiled.

  “I think we owe you a bubble bath,” he said as he separated their bodies. Bluz swept her into his arms and headed for the bathroom.

  “You are not going to call the shots all night,” Jazz warned.

  Bluz paused in the doorway. “We’ve got the rest of our lives to enjoy our mate. Besides, you’re the one who promised her a bubble bath.”

  Treena laughed, thrilled by the attention. They climbed into the enclosure with her and used sweet scented soap to clean her body before they filled the tub. Their hands glided over her skin, slick and warm. She flinched when they caressed her tender bottom, but the memory of the flogging sent aftershocks of excitement through her.

  “We better get out if you really want to relax.” Bluz stroked her breasts, his fingers lingering over her nipples.

  They knelt in the tub, facing each other. She soaped them as they soaped her. “What if I’m not quite ready to relax?” Closing one hand around each cock, she pumped her fists up and down their rapidly hardening shafts.

  * * *

  Arrik straightened the jacket of his Sabrotine uniform and approached the security desk in the main lobby of the Cosmic Cabaret.

  The attendant looked up from the security grid. “May I help you?”

  “I’d like to report a theft.”

  “You are?”

  “Commander McGuire of the Conquest.”

  “What was taken from you and how were you made aware of the theft?”

  “I left my registered pet on an outpost for her protection, while I completed a perilous mission. When I returned for her, I was informed that she had been kidnapped by two Limbarian privateers. I tracked them to this facility.”

  “Do you have any proof of these allegations?”

  “Fetch your supervisor.” He waved his hand dismissively. “You obviously don’t possess the authority needed for this assignment.”

  Glaring his annoyance, the whelp went off to find his supervisor. An older man returned with the lad. His coldly assessing gaze made Arrik smile. Much better.

  “Jackson wasn’t out of line,” the older man told him. “If you expect us to intrude on the privacy of one of our customers, we’re going to have to have more than your word.”

  “Can you access the Sabrotine central database?”

  “Of course.”

  “Run a contract search for PaTreena Effyeh tect Moreno.”

  Moving behind the workstation, the older man asked for the correct spelling, then ran the search. “She is contracted to Commander Arrik McGuire.”

  Arrik exposed his hand and allowed the man to scan the chip imbedded in his skin.

  “Well, we appear to have a thief. Give me a few minutes to gather some men and we’ll --”

  “I’d prefer you simply open the door. She knows me and she’s less likely to put up a fight if she understands that her adventure is over.”

  “She was not completely unwilling in this kidnapping?”

  “She was upset by my unexpected delay, but our contract was never terminated. She is legally my property.”

  “I understand.”

  “Good. I’m anxious to have her back.”

  * * *

  Water sloshed around Treena’s hips as Jazz slid her up and down. She straddled his lap as he impaled her again and again. Her breasts bounced and her bottom burned, still tender from the flogging. Bluz stood beside her, knee-deep in the sudsy water. She sucked on the very tip of his cock and worked his thick length with her hand. It was wicked and wonderful to be treated to so many sensations. Cool air drifted over her damp skin, while Jazz bent to suckle her breast.

  The privacy alarm sounded and Bluz jerked his head toward the door. “I locked that thing.” He pulled out of her mouth and reached for a towel. “Stay here. I’ll get rid of them.”

  Jazz held her against him, his expression tense and watchful. He turned off the water with his foot and listened as Bluz slipped out of the bathroom.

  “What the fuck are you --”

  The sizzling pulse of a weapon sounded and Treena pushed to her feet. Jazz was right behind her. She reached for a towel, but he didn’t bother. Throwing open the door, he rushed to his brother’s aid.

  Treena looked out into the main room and froze. The Bastard pointed his pulse pistol at Bluz while one of his men wrestled Jazz to the floor. Bluz held his arm against his side, his shoulder blistered and raw. A stranger stood in the doorway, looking decidedly uncomfortable. He must have let the Bastard into the locked suite.

  Easing the bathroom door open, she addressed the stranger. “This man has no right to be here. Have him removed at once.”

  “Are you Treena Moreno?” the man asked.

  “Yes, but…”

  “Your contract with Commander McGuire is still valid. Until you register an official termination with the Sabrotine Directorate, there is nothing anyone can do.”

  “He deserted me. Any contract is null and void after six months. I was on Ceallon for eight. You cannot force me to go with him.”

  “Why didn’t you register the split? My hands are tied here. According to the registry, your contract is still valid.”

  “To hell with the registry,” Bluz snapped. “She is not leaving this room!” He lunged for the Bastard, but another pulse knocked him to the floor, unconscious.

  Jazz went wild beneath the soldier. “He will kill her! You can’t do this!”

  “Get her out of here.” The security guard drew his weapon and covered Jazz.

  The Bastard strolled toward her, a smug smile parting his lips. “I guess I missed you more than you missed me. Let’s go.”

  “I’m not going anywhere with you.” She looked around for a weapon. Bluz always carried a gun. Where were his clothes?

  She spotted the messy pile near the foot of the bed and made a dash for it. Arrik caught her around the waist with a pleased laugh. “Lose the towel and I’ll
march you out of here naked.”

  “There’s no need for that,” the guard argued. “There are spa robes in the bathroom. Have her put one on.”

  Arrik dragged her into the bathroom and snatched the towel away from her naked body. He leered at her breasts and licked his lips as his gaze swept lower. “I forgot how truly amazing you are.”

  “You’ll never get away with this.” She crossed her arms over her breasts, hating herself for the impulse. She had cowered before him far too often in the past.

  “If you want a robe, get one. I’m enjoying the view.”

  She grabbed one of the robes off the shelf beside the towels and pulled it on. He barely gave her time to tighten the belt before he shoved her toward the door.

  Bluz hadn’t moved. Her heart gave a sickening lurch. Was he still breathing? Despite the gun pointed at his head, Jazz twisted and writhed against the soldier restraining him. “We will come for you, Treena. Never doubt we will come.”

  Torment contorted his elegant features and tears blurred Treena’s eyes. No one had ever cared about her before. No one risked their lives to help her.

  The Bastard shoved her into the hall before his hateful voice jeered, “No, you’ll be coming for me and hating yourself for your weakness.”

  She didn’t dignify the comment with a response.

  Arrik’s shuttle was tiny and crowded. She was never so happy to be uncomfortable in her life. The cramped quarters made it impossible for her tormentor to do more than stare. Unfortunately, it took less than an hour to reach his ship.

  He marched her through the corridors like a war prize. She kept her head held high, refusing to make eye contact with any of the crew.

  We’ll come for you. Never doubt we’ll come. She wrapped Jazz’s assurance around her like a coat of armor. All she had to do was stay alive until they returned or find a way to jettison an escape pod. No, the Bastard would be expecting her to try something like that.

  “Why so quiet? You never had trouble thinking of things to say in the past.” He scanned open a door to a tiny cabin and shoved her inside.