Marc scowled. “I put up with enough bullshit from Terra Gov. I’m not going to suffer it on my own station.”
Claire smiled. “As I said, someone well suited to negotiating with merchants. So --”
“Do you want the job or not?” An impatient growl punctuated Marc’s words.
Kirlos stared at him. “You’re offering me the position of station commander?”
Marc gave a short, sharp nod. “You’re perfectly suited for it.”
Kirlos’s heart pounded. He wanted to accept, but he couldn’t stay if Marc was going to relegate him to the status of business associate.
“We can negotiate your salary if you’re interested in the position. All officers receive a food allotment, their own quarters --”
“No.”
At his interruption, Claire gave Marc a look that asked why he was trying to fuck this up.
“He won’t get his own quarters. I expect him to live in mine.”
Kirlos smiled. “In that case, I am most definitely interested.”
“Excellent. I will draw up a contract. We can discuss salary later today if that is agreeable to the captain.”
Marc ignored Claire’s inquiry. He stood and headed for the door. “Commander Adesta, I need to see you in my quarters now.”
The door whooshed shut behind Marc before Kirlos could even stand. The rest of the officers smirked at him.
“I’d better set those negotiations for late in the afternoon. I’m not sure what he’s got planned for you, but I imagine it will take you a while to recover.”
Kirlos smiled. “I imagine it will. How long has he considered making me commander?”
Claire laughed. “Since you declared your intention to stay. He got us up at four am to finalize this.”
Jeff, the flight commander, rolled his eyes. “And now none of us will be able to sleep thinking of all the fun the two of you are having.”
Kirlos laughed. “I think there’s going to be some revenge before there’s too much fun.”
Claire raised her brows. “Don’t tell me you won’t love every minute of it.”
The guard leaned his head inside the room. “Major Adesta, the captain says if you’re not in his quarters in ten seconds, he’s going to double your punishment.”
Kirlos smiled. “I’d better go.”
Claire nodded. “Enjoy yourself. And thank you for seeing the good we see in the captain.”
“I can’t help it. I love him.”
* * *
Marc toyed with a length of thin rope, letting it run through his fingers. Kirlos’s eyes widened, but he didn’t move. When he’d entered, Marc had ordered him to strip and stand beside the sex table, legs slightly parted, hands on the back of his head. Marc had ordered him not to move or speak. His cock was hard against his belly. His smooth chest rose and fell rapidly. He looked like sex incarnate and Marc wanted to push him to the floor and ram his cock up his ass. But he would wait for that.
He’d let Kirlos dominate him the night before, but he owed him punishment for tearing into his mind. Any other man who’d done that would be dead now, but Kirlos had some kind of power over him that he couldn’t explain as anything besides love. He didn’t like it though. The predator in him was goading him to re-establish his dominance.
Marc took a few steps, closing the distance between them. He wrapped the rope around Kirlos’s waist and tied it over his tailbone so the length dangled between his legs. Then he picked up a thick, vibrating butt plug from the table where he’d laid out the toys he would need. Kirlos watched him as he lubed it. The Cerian’s breathing became more ragged.
Marc circled Kirlos until he stood behind him. Then he separated his cheeks with one hand and pressed the tip of the dildo against Kirlos’s entrance. Kirlos arched his back and opened himself, groaning as the thick length disappeared inside him. When the dildo was fully seated, Kirlos whimpered, arching his back deeper and pressing his hips against Marc’s hand as if begging him to thrust. Marc slapped his ass hard, leaving red welts from his fingers. “I told you not to move.”
Kirlos’s whole body quivered with his need. The sight made Marc’s cock tighten until it ached to be inside Kirlos. Marc ignored it and tied a knot in the rope. He pulled the rope down, fitting the knot against the flange at the end of the vibrator. Then he circled Kirlos again, drawing the rope between his legs.
Marc cupped Kirlos’s balls and gently pulled them away from his body so he could wrap the rope around the base of his sac. Kirlos groaned. His teeth sank into his lower lip. Unable to resist teasing him further, Marc bent his head and swiped his tongue across the head of Kirlos’s cock. Kirlos jerked against him. Marc slapped the side of his ass again, eliciting a hiss of pain.
He smiled as he coiled the rope around Kirlos’s shaft. When only the head was exposed, he looped the end under one of the coils to secure it.
He reached between Kirlos’s legs and turned the knob at the end of the dildo, making it vibrate. Kirlos had closed his eyes, but now they popped open and he gasped. Marc felt Kirlos’s cock pulse where he still gripped it. “Feels good, doesn’t it? But you can’t come, not like this, not when you’re bound in my ropes.”
Kirlos moaned.
“Get on your knees. Lean against the edge of the table. Brace yourself on your forearms.”
Kirlos obeyed slowly. His wrapped cock bobbed as he lowered himself to his knees. Marc smiled, thinking of the effort Kirlos was making to keep from thrusting his hips and begging for release. “I’m going to spank you now. Do you need me to restrain you?”
“No. I can take whatever you give me.”
Marc lifted a long, flexible paddle from the table. He hadn’t used it recently so he made a few practice swings. It whistled as it moved through the air. He knew it would deliver an intense sting.
Marc watched Kirlos for a few seconds, making him wait. The Cerian’s position allowed Marc to see the rope pressing against the vibrator which stretched his ass wide. Kirlos’s roped balls hung invitingly between his legs. Marc licked his suddenly dry lips. The Cerian’s sides expanded slowly as air filled his lungs. Marc could tell Kirlos was trying to slow his breathing. Marc smiled, knowing his lover’s control wouldn’t last long.
He stepped closer to Kirlos. “Are you ready?”
“Yessss.” The word came out through gritted teeth. Marc reached down and increased the strength of the dildo’s vibration. Kirlos’s hips bucked back and forth before he could stop them.
Marc waited until he was calm again and then struck Kirlos’s left cheek. Kirlos grunted but otherwise didn’t react. He was damn good at resistance, but Marc knew it wouldn’t take long to break him, not with his cock tightly bound and the vibrator tormenting his ass.
* * *
A second heavy swat landed on Kirlos’s ass. He gripped the table so hard his fingers felt like they would break. But the pain distracted him from the lush pleasure of the vibrator in his ass, the radiating sting of the paddle, and the grip of the rope on his cock.
He shifted his hips, unable to stay still.
“Your cock feels like it’s going to explode doesn’t it?”
Kirlos bit his lip to hold back a moan. It sure did. His balls ached with the need to come. When Marc undid the ropes, one touch would be all it would take.
Marc slapped his ass again. “I’m ready to fuck you when you’re ready to beg.”
Marc landed another blow and ran the tip of a claw down Kirlos’s spine. Kirlos shuddered. He wanted Marc’s claws digging into his hips while Marc fucked him hard and fast. But he wasn’t going to give the captain the satisfaction of begging. Marc wouldn’t do anything to truly damage him so he could only leave the rope on for a little longer. If Kirlos could hold out that long, he knew Marc would give him what he wanted.
“Table on.”
The sex table buzzed, and a line of red lights flared to life. How the fuck had Marc switched the voice setting back to his own imprint? The table shouldn’t have allowed anyo
ne but Kirlos to change users.
“Table, drape a mouth tentacle over the side and suck the tip of Kirlos’s cock.”
The tentacle engulfed his cock’s head and pleasure shot through his entire body.
“Table, form a tongue and lick his balls.”
The first flick had his hips bucking wildly. He barely kept his grip on the table. Fires of hell, he didn’t think he could survive this.
Marc increased the speed of his blows. Kirlos’s ass burned, but his brain couldn’t register the pain. His body felt alive with sensation as if electric current flowed over every inch of his skin. His cock throbbed. He was desperate for release.
“Beg me!” Marc shouted as he landed a particularly savage slap on Kirlos’s ass.
Sweat covered Kirlos’s chest and dripped down his thighs. He struggled to find his voice. He no longer cared what he had to say or do. He had to come or he was going to die. “Please.”
“Please what?”
“Please fuck me.”
“More.”
Kirlos was ready to cry, his balls ached so badly. “Please. Gods. Please let me come.”
“Table off.”
The tentacles retracted. Kirlos’s body sagged. His arm muscles burned from the strain of holding him up. He wanted to tear the ropes from his body and stroke himself until he came.
Marc knelt behind him and shut off the vibration in the butt plug. “Turn around.”
Kirlos drew in a shaky breath. He turned the front of his body toward Marc, but he clung to the side of the table. He knew he couldn’t hold himself up.
He jerked when Marc touched the tip of his cock. Marc unwound the rope slowly. Kirlos didn’t breathe until his cock and balls were free.
Marc reached around him to untie the rope at his back and pull the dildo from his body. Kirlos’s cock was sensitized to the point of pain but he tilted his hips to rub it against Marc’s anyway. He didn’t care if it hurt, he just needed friction.
Marc laid the rope and the dildo on the edge of the table. “Get on your hands and knees.”
Kirlos forced his exhausted body to move. Marc crossed the room and Kirlos couldn’t help but whimper. Marc laughed. “I promised you a fuck, and you’ll get one. But your arms are too tired to hold you like that. Lower yourself to your elbows.” He shoved a pillow under Kirlos’s body.
Kirlos complied. He heard the slick sucking sound of Marc lubing his cock. Fires of hell, let him fuck me now.
Marc pressed the tip of his cock against Kirlos’s ass. Kirlos’s flesh was hot and sore from the spanking, but he didn’t care. All he wanted was Marc’s cock up his ass, and Marc’s hand on his cock.
Marc pushed in, sinking to his balls in one stroke since Kirlos’s ass was already stretched and slick from the vibrator.
Kirlos moaned.
Marc reached around and brushed his fingers across the tip of Kirlos’s cock. Kirlos gasped and thrust forward, desperate for more friction.
“If you ever use your psy gifts against me again, the agony you feel right now will be nothing in comparison to what I’ll do to you.”
Kirlos started to respond, to beg some more, but Marc closed his hand around Kirlos’s cock and stroked him as he thrust deep into Kirlos’s ass.
Kirlos cried out. His body disintegrated. Jet after jet of come spurted from his cock, coating Marc’s hand and shooting across the floor. His hips spasmed, and his inner muscles contracted over and over. He gripped Marc’s cock so hard that Marc gave a hoarse shout, and Kirlos felt liquid heat filling his ass.
Kirlos’s orgasm seemed to last for hours. When his body finally quieted, he collapsed to the floor like he’d been stunned. Marc lay on top of him, his head resting on Kirlos’s back.
Marc stirred a few moments later. He sat back on his heels, but Kirlos lay right where he was. He never wanted to move.
“You will accept the position of commander.”
Kirlos nodded.
“You will never leave this station without my permission.”
Kirlos smiled and glanced over his shoulder. “I love you, too.”
Epilogue
Larissa looked over her shoulder at Marc. “I would love to see Kirlos’s delicious cock all bound up.”
Marc smiled. “There’s no reason you can’t.”
Larissa looked back at Kirlos. “Do you want to show me? I promise I’ll be ready to ease the ache when the ropes come off.”
Kirlos took a long, slow breath as he reached down and stroked his cock. “Only if I can watch you watching me. I want to see your pussy dripping wet from the sight of Marc tormenting me.”
Larissa swallowed hard and looked back at Marc. “Please.”
“Both of you go stand by the table.”
Marc had an evil grin on his face. Larissa wondered exactly what he was planning as she obeyed his command.
When Marc joined them, he was carrying a box filled with an array of toys, more than he needed for a simple repeat of the rope scene with Kirlos. Marc looked at her and smiled. Larissa knew instantly that she wasn’t going to be a passive observer.
Marc pulled out a length of thin rope and walked toward her. “Lift your arms.”
“I thought I was going to watch.”
“I told you to lift your arms.”
Larissa obeyed. Marc began winding the ropes around her until they squeezed her breasts, forcing them to thrust forward.
She glanced up at Kirlos. He stroked his cock as he watched her.
Marc smiled. “One of my favorite things about our arrangement is that I get to work you both over, and you each get hotter as you watch the other suffer.”
Larissa smiled. “I can’t think of anything I’d rather do than watch the two hottest men in the galaxy get off, unless it’s getting fucked by you both.”
Marc laughed. “We’ll do that again too.”
Larissa’s heart fluttered in her chest. When Marc played the evil dom who wanted to punish her every transgression, she wanted him… but seeing him truly happy did things to her that she couldn’t describe. Kirlos’s love had helped Marc stay sane for years, but she was able to ease the tough edge to their relationship.
She watched as Marc began to tie a length of rope around Kirlos. He leaned forward and kissed the Cerian. Warm love rushed through her body. How had she gotten lucky enough to have both these wonderful men? She thanked the gods daily that she hadn’t refused to make the potentially fatal delivery to their station. If she’d never met Marc and Kirlos, she would never have known how deeply she could love.
Shifter’s Station 4: Eye of the Tigress
When he suspects that a group of Abrigans have stolen his shipment of Cerian sex tables, Captain Marc Devlin sends Claire Ramsay, one of his most trusted officers, to Abrigana to investigate.
Claire is seized by one of the thieves after discovering the cargo. Her captor is expected to torture her for information about the table’s intended buyer. But when he uses one of the tables instead of traditional restraints, torture turns to pleasure. Can these two enemies find a way to embrace the heat that arcs between them?
Silvia Violet
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