by Dawn Steele
“It’s meant to be a surprise.”
“So . . . I’m going to have to tickle it out of you?”
He started tickling her. She giggled and squirmed, but he caught her. They ended up on the bed, laughing.
He rolled over her and gently cradled her belly.
“I’m going to make a wild guess.”
“OK,” she said eagerly.
“Boy.”
She laughed. “You’ve got that right.”
“It’s a boy? Seriously?”
“Yes.”
“And he’s perfectly – ?”
“Human . . . for the moment.” She paused. “But there’s something else.”
“What?”
“They want me to consent for an amniocentesis.”
He thought about it for a while. She remembered that he too had medical training.
“You do know what that is, right?” he said.
“They explained it to me. They want to extract my amniotic fluid to study the cells floating there . . . to do chromosomal analysis of the baby.” Her voice shook.
He said, “Amniocentesis is far more accurate than ultrasound. The risks are less than 1%.”
“They told me about the risks too. What do you think? Should I consent?”
She envisioned them putting in a fine needle through her abdomen, piercing the wall of her uterus right into the amniotic sac. She shuddered.
“The risks are very minimal.” His expression was torn. “The baby . . . I hope he’s all right.”
“I hope so too.” She wanted to ask him about shifter babies, but then that would be implying there were other shifter babies and he was not an anomaly. “What did they do to you today?”
“Took more DNA for chromosomal analysis.”
“From your cheek?”
She was always afraid they would take it from some internal organ. But he wore no biopsy scars.
Yet.
“Yes. Then they sent me through an MRI for a total body scan.”
“Did it reveal anything . . . unusual?”
“No. I’m perfectly human . . . in this state.” He cupped her face and stared into her eyes. “Life is fleeting.”
Her mouth dried. She knew exactly why he said that.
“Yes, it is.”
“We should make love again. Make the best of our time together.”
“Yes.” Her heart beat a little faster.
He grinned. It was a very sly grin.
He said, “Shall we involve Alyssa?”
Her mouth dropped in surprise.
“Huh?”
13
“We don’t bow to public pressure. You know that, Foley.”
“But sir – ”
The Director stared at Alyssa from the screen.
“Yes, sir,” she said contritely. “However, in this case, I feel that we should at least issue a statement.”
“I will make the decision, Foley.”
Yes, but when? she thought. A disquiet gnawed at her. She sensed that this thing with Rita Cunningham wasn’t about to go away.
As she left her office, she whipped out her cellphone and saw that she had a missed call.
She dialed it.
“What is it, Dan?”
“Rust O’Brien wants to talk to you. He says it’s private and personal.”
*
“You want what?” Alyssa asked Rust incredulously.
He told her. Of course, she had seen what he was capable of earlier.
He said, “It’s a fair request, seeing as you won’t give me any rope to hang myself with. But has it occurred to you that I could kill myself in many ways you would never have dreamt of?”
She wondered if it was a threat. Then she decided that Rust O’Brien was not the sort of man who would kill himself.
“How?” she said.
“For instance, the bathroom mirror.”
“It’s shatter proof.”
“I have strength beyond a normal human’s. You have seen that.”
Yes, she had.
“And?”
“I didn’t shatter the glass,” he said. “I also didn’t rip my own throat out, a feat I’m perfectly capable of. In either form.”
His green eyes flashed.
Was it disturbing that she found them so intriguing?
She said, “So you want me to watch?”
“Yes. You can be our watchdog. To make sure I don’t kill myself.”
She had to prevent her smile from curling her lips.
He added, “I know you’re already watching.”
She didn’t try to deny it.
She said, “What about Kate? Is she OK with it?”
“It’s not the first time we’ve been watched, and I don’t mean by yourself.”
The implication was obvious. Alyssa remembered his case notes. The rave at Aaron Mitchell’s estate. The one she suspected was a shifter rave.
She said, “Yes, I would be very keen. You do understand the other handlers would be watching as well.”
“Haven’t they always?” he quipped back.
*
The items that Rust requested for were laid out on the bed.
Alyssa was seated in a chair. She was close enough to watch the proceedings and yet distant enough for the couple concerned to be comfortable, if they were at all discomfited – which she doubted.
She thought of the public ruckus Rita Cunningham had created outside. The furor over the perceived maltreatment of the O’Briens was escalating, as was the ‘SHOW US THE O’BRIENS’ campaign. A fact that the couple in this room was blissfully unaware of.
Or were they?
She wondered what sort of game Rust O’Brien was playing where she was concerned. Was he trying to get her to admit that she was attracted to him sexually? But why? He must be the type of man who knew that most women were likely to be sexually attracted to him.
Why her?
Because she held the keys to his prison? Because he could perceive something in her with his enhanced shifter senses?
Whatever he had in mind, she had asked Dan to monitor them. She could protect herself, but Rust O’Brien was a powerful tiger shifter. There had to be guards on standby the whole time.
The whole situation was bizarre . . . and extremely sexual. But she had agreed to it because she was curious.
Neither Rust nor Kate seemed embarrassed or self-conscious. Well, maybe Kate more than Rust. But not overtly.
Both of them began to undress. Rust wasn’t wearing much to begin with. He had a very sexual, very confident and very predatory air about him. He moved with surety and precision. Kate was a little hesitant at first, but then she got into the groove of things because her boyfriend radiated such confidence. He treated her with such reverence and care, and his eyes burned with such desire and love.
Alyssa envied Kate. She had never envied many women before, but she envied Kate like no other right now, and it was not a good place to be.
Soon, they were both naked. Their eyes were on each other. It was almost as though they had forgotten she was in the room or even in their plane of existence. Either that, or they didn’t care.
Kate had a plump, voluptuous body, Alyssa noted. Funny, but she had pegged Rust to be choosier about whom he wanted as a girlfriend. Kate didn’t strike her as the type, but you never know about these things. Kate had huge breasts and very striking areolas – no doubt enhanced by her pregnancy. Her lower abdomen was obviously swollen and getting bigger every day.
As for Rust, Alyssa had seen Rust naked before many times. But there was something about his body up close. Something about the way Kate brought out the shine on his skin and the flush in his cheeks that Alyssa hadn’t seen on the monitors. There was a difference in watching porn on a TV screen and porn up close.
Only it wasn’t porn she was watching.
It was two people making love.
“You OK?” Rust asked Kate as he gently ran his hands down the slope of her belly.
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bsp; “I’m OK.”
He picked up the leather strap.
“You OK if I put this on you?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
He turned her around and gently tied her wrists with the band.
“Comfy?”
“Yes.”
He reached for the nipple clamps. He had requested for ones with fur-lined pads so they wouldn’t chafe Kate’s precious, swollen nipples.
Very thoughtful, Alyssa thought with a hint of snark. Frankly, she wasn’t surprised at all that Rust O’Brien was into bondage. Just how deep was he into the BDSM scene? He might be going gentle now that his girlfriend was pregnant. Alyssa herself was not into BDSM, or indeed, into any kind of relationship. But it didn’t matter, because she was not a participant here.
Rust clamped each of Kate’s nipples. Kate hardly reacted. She must be used to it.
The clamps were connected to an interlocking chain. The chain dangled in a ‘U’ all the way down to her belly button.
Rust’s cock was very hard. He stroked it a few times.
“Suck me,” he breathed.
Kate got on her knees like an obedient lover. Alyssa had always found fellatio demeaning. She had a mother who didn’t want have anything to do with a man after her father left them when she was five. She only very occasionally succumbed to it, but she didn’t care for it in general.
“Don’t ever get down on your knees for any man, Lyssie,” her mother had always told her.
And here was Kate, down on her knees. Opening her mouth. Expediently. Obediently. Lovingly. Giving pleasure.
With a twist.
Rust seized the chain in between her nipples and lifted it. He placed it upon his rigid cock. And then he inserted his cock into Kate’s open mouth.
His erection strained the chain, pulling it taut – and with that, pulling up the clamps on Kate’s nipples. Kate’s nipples were stretched and her entire mounds lifted with it.
Alyssa held her breath.
Kate took Rust’s cock into her mouth and sucked it lovingly. There was dual pressure on the lovers. Rust must surely feel the downward strain of the chain on his cock as it threatened to pull his erection towards the floor. The strain on Kate’s nipples and breasts was obvious.
And yet the fellatio continued. Unabated. Intensified. Alyssa could see Kate’s cheeks bulging as she worked Rust’s cock. Rust’s breathing quickened. The chain bobbed, tugging Kate’s nipples with it. Her nipples were becoming red.
Alyssa felt a smoldering curl between her legs. She crossed them quickly. From the spooling of her own pussy creams, she knew that she was aroused.
Would Dan pick that up on the monitor?
Kate licked Rust’s cock, and then put it deep into her mouth to suck it. The cock was becoming more engorged than before, and therefore more erect. Kate mimicked a fucking movement with her mouth. With each pull of her cheeks, her nipples were tugged upward.
Rust was breathing heavily now. As was Alyssa. Her legs were locked tightly around one another, and she could feel the compression of her clit in this manner. She was going to make herself cum if she wasn’t careful.
The fellatio went on for several minutes. There were sucking noises amid the relative silence of the room. Even the hum of the air-conditioner was not apparent.
Then Rust pulled his cock out of Kate’s mouth. The chain slipped away and fell down in a ‘U’ again.
Kate licked her lips beguilingly.
“Come here,” Rust said.
He pulled her gently upwards onto the bed. She was tied up and restricted. He arranged her so that she was on her knees and her head was on a pillow. Her rotund belly nestled comfortably on two more pillows he stuffed underneath.
He penetrated her swiftly. She cried out. He began to buck his hips. Fast. The bedsprings creaked and groaned with their dissipating weight. Alyssa had a perfect angle of his cock thrusting in and out of Kate’s pussy. The ache between her own legs was becoming worse and worse.
The fucking grew more intense, and after a while, Kate screamed her climax into the air. But Rust still relentlessly pounded her, until she was sobbing mess, clutching the sheets and pillow and begging for mercy.
“Oh, please . . . stop, stop, stop . . . let me catch my breath and rest.”
Rust pulled out, panting. His cock was still erect and covered with pussy juices.
“Ohhh,” Kate moaned as she collapsed into her pillows. Her dark hair was damp upon her forehead.
“You all right, sweetheart?” Rust stroked her hair.
“I’m all right.” Her breathing evened out.
Then she smiled as she turned to Alyssa, her hair spread across her pillow.
Kate purred, “Do you want to join us?”
14
Alyssa was stunned.
Kate repeated, “Would you like to join us?”
“I heard you,” Alyssa said. Her heart was beating very rapidly all of a sudden.
Join them?
More than anything!
But there was protocol to be followed. She was being watched.
But this is an experiment. It is my job to oversee a bunch of scientists to run experiments on this couple.
Joining a shifter and his human girlfriend in a three-way was also an experiment.
She wondered what the Director would say. I put you in charge, Foley. Just make sure none of them are permanently damaged.
But it was not ethical by any standard that she should participate!
Nevertheless, she was in charge. The terms were clear. Do what you have to do. Study them in every way – their eating habits, their transformation, the way they mated. The terms of observer participation were never prohibited. By the very act of observing the shifters, the observers were already participating.
Besides, she wanted Rust. Desired him like she had never desired anyone before. This might be her only chance to fuck him.
Rust smiled. It was not a friendly smile.
“Come on, Alyssa,” he said. “You know you want to. What better way to experience shifter cock than the real deal?”
He was playing some psychological game. There was a hint of danger and the unexpected in the atmosphere. She could smell it. Kate’s eyes were just as curious and expectant. Did they have some greater plan in mind? Or were they just toying with her? Rust was a psychiatrist and psychologist after all, and Kate was his student. They were a dangerous couple in every way.
Alyssa found herself saying, “Yes.”
She could mentally hear Dan gasp in the observation room.
“Then come,” Rust said.
Kate rolled off the pillows and he undid her bonds. He took off the nipple clamps. He turned to Alyssa.
“Maybe you would like these on you.”
Don’t let him tie you up. He will kill you. They will kill you.
But somehow, she didn’t think so.
She licked her lower lip. “I don’t want to be tied up.”
“I’m not going to tie you up.” His green eyes blazed and his cock was as rigid as ever. So he desired her too.
Her mouth went ever so dry. What game are you trying to play, Rust O’Brien?
“All right,” she said.
She got up and started to undo her blouse. Her pulse tapped insistently at her throat like a warning knocker. Don’t do this. And yet her fingers easily undid her buttons – all the way to her skirt. She unzipped her skirt and let it drop to her shoes. Then she stepped out of her shoes.
She was only in her bra and panties as she walked over to him. He breathed in sharply as she came closer.
“Tell me you want me,” he said.
So this was a psychological game. He wanted to hear her say it in front of his watchful girlfriend. What if she didn’t want to say it? What would he do then? Refuse to fuck her?
The thoughts were swirling in Alyssa’s mind. Yes, she did want to fuck him. Her body was blatantly telling her that – blatantly and wantonly responding to his nearness and closeness.
She reached out to touch him – his broad muscled chest, now thinner for the lack of sunlight and exercise. He was still the epitome of sex. His raw power was unnerving, and it wasn’t only because she knew he was a tiger shifter. There was an inner beast contained within him – and it was potent and intoxicating and overpowering.
She could not resist him, and she knew now how powerless Kate must have been when they first seduced each other.
“Say it,’ he repeated.
“I want you,” she breathed. Her breasts rose with her chest.
Her hands were poised to land on his chest, but he swiped them roughly away.
“I make the first move,” he said in a harsh voice.
This took her completely by surprise, but she was immediately chastened. Another first. She had expected to bridle at his gesture, but she was instead excited. A calm rippled through her and the room quietened.
He was in total command, and she liked it.
“Take the rest of your clothes off,” he said.
She did so. Her skin was flushed. Since she was very pale, the redness was very obvious.
“Nice,” Kate remarked.
Alyssa had almost forgotten Kate was in the room. But the other woman’s presence weighed heavily on her now. What must Kate be thinking? Had she watched her boyfriend fuck other women before?
Once Alyssa was fully naked, Rust pushed her onto the bed. She fell beside Kate.
“Spread your legs,” Rust ordered.
Alyssa obeyed.
Rust said to Kate, “Have you ever pleasured a woman before?”
“No.”
“Do you want to try?”
Alyssa darted a glance at Kate, who was just as flushed. Kate’s breasts were heaving, and she still wore the rosy glow of orgasm.
Kate turned to Alyssa. Her hand dove to Alyssa’s open legs and alighted on her pussy. Kate began to rub Alyssa’s clit slowly. Alyssa gasped, but did not attempt to close her legs or remove Kate’s hand.
Kate grew bolder. Her movements got more rapid. Her fingers slipped and dug into Alyssa’s grooves, lubricated by the swirling creams there. Alyssa spread her legs wider. Her breathing was quickening.
Above them both stood the overpowering form of Rust O’Brien. Watching them both. Watching their arousal.