by Aubrey Ross
Chapter Five
It was all Vihlok could do not to laugh. “Bliss has top notch security and guarantees the anonymity of her clients. This is one of the safest places on Makar.”
“I am not staying in a brothel.” Her cheeks had flushed as they walked along the pleasure tier and he suspected more than embarrassment contributed to her color.
“Would you rather return to a lower level? You seemed fascinated by --”
She shoved him aside and strode into the House of Bliss. The holographic receptionist flickered to life behind her desk. “Welcome to the House of Bliss. Your room is ready. Are you sure you don’t require a companion during your stay? I can make suggestions based on your profile.”
“No thank you, Celeste. The room is my only requirement.”
“Let me know if you change your mind.” The image blinked out and Vihlok motioned toward the doorway directly ahead. He waited until the light above the door was green, indicating an empty passageway; then he opened the door.
“I don’t have to ask if you’ve been here before,” she grumbled. “You’re on a first name basis with the holograms.”
His cock ached so badly he could hardly think. The corset accented her trim waist and displayed the abundance of her breasts. He wanted to touch her, to kiss her senseless and feel her hot pussy grip him as she came.
He’d thought himself desensitized to the sexually charged pleasure tier, yet watching her reluctant fascination had been undeniably arousing.
I’ll go down on you. Her whispered offer had just about buckled his knees.
Scanning open the door to his suite, he swept her into his arms before the panel slid closed behind them. Her arms wrapped around his neck and her lips parted at the first brush of his tongue. Striding across the sitting room, he set her down beside the couch.
“I want your mouth on me,” he told her in a gruff, demanding tone.
She kicked off her shoes and unfastened the cloak, her gaze already gleaming. He nodded toward the sofa and she sat down. Desperate for the pleasure awaiting them, he didn’t bother to undress. He freed his cock and stepped between her legs. She did the rest.
One of her hands guided his shaft to her mouth, while the other caressed his balls. He moaned and shuddered, raking her hair with his fingers. Her lips were firm yet soft, her tongue circled and explored. She stared up at him as he slid in and out of her mouth.
With a strangled growl, he pulled out and urged her back across the couch. He kicked off his shoes and shed his pants, while she took off her panties. She lifted her ankle to the back of the sofa, obviously expecting him to fuck her. He had something else in mind.
He stared down at her, amazed at her sensual beauty. Already she was far less inhibited than she’d been when they first touched. She ran her hands down the insides of her thighs, drawing his attention to her pussy. As if he needed encouragement.
Kneeling beside the couch, he kissed her with more finesse, refusing to be controlled by his lust. The scent of her arousal distracted him, lured him, and sabotaged his determination to go slowly.
Unable to ignore the pressure in his groin, he climbed onto the sofa, carefully placing one knee on either side of her head. She guided him down, taking his cock back into her mouth as he buried his face between her thighs.
Her movements were restricted by their position, so he rocked his hips, sliding his shaft in and out. He drilled her with his tongue, matching each thrust to the rhythm of his hips. Her nails bit into his flanks as she writhed beneath him.
He was thundering toward completion and he couldn’t seem to pull back. He took pride in his stamina, his ability to completely satisfy his partner before he lost control. Her mouth felt amazing and her eagerness obliterated his composure.
Grasping her hips, he latched on to her clit and skillfully sucked. She cried out around his thick shaft and trembled within his hold. Searing pleasure burst within him, stealing his breath as he thrust to the back of her throat and came in violent shudders. On and on the spasms went, the release so intense he honestly didn’t know if he’d taken her with him or not.
He eased his hold on her hips and swirled his tongue over her clit. She jerked and wiggled. She’d be far more relaxed if she’d just had a powerful orgasm.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered, pulling out of her mouth. “It’s been a long time since I lost control like that.”
“I suppose I should be flattered.” She sounded uncertain.
“No. You should be restless and ready for your turn.”
“You don’t need to…”
“I will never leave you wanting. Don’t even consider it.” He crawled off the couch and lifted her into his arms. “Let’s check out the bedroom.”
Rana tried not to squirm, but she’d been so damned close. The frantic thrust of his cock in her mouth had been heady and overwhelming. She’d tingled and burned with responding desire, yet she’d also been distracted. His taste lingered in her mouth, not unpleasant, just new. So much of this was new to her.
He sat on the side of the bed and arranged her astride his lap. Her heart fluttered madly as she looked into his eyes. He was so handsome it was nearly painful to look at him. The elusive memory intruded. Who were the dancers and what was their connection to Vik?
“You saw quite a lot downstairs. Tell me what excited you most.”
“The urgency. They needed release so badly they didn’t care who saw them or what anyone thought.”
“Did you feel that way in the lift?”
“Yes.” Part of her had wanted him to fuck her right then and there.
“Do you still ache?”
“You know I do.”
He reached between them and traced her crease with his middle finger. “If you had to take the place of one of the prostitutes, which one would you choose?”
She shivered as their images flared back to life. A blow job, being ass fucked, or dual penetration? There was no contest. “I… the last one, I guess.”
He lifted her off his lap as he stood, then set her down on her feet facing the bed. “Lean forward and brace yourself with your forearms.”
“Why? What are you going to do?”
“Your Master gave you an order. Obey.”
After a slight hesitation, she bent over the bed and spread her legs wider and wider until she could reach the mattress with her forearms. Her ass angled up and she closed her eyes. Surely he wouldn’t summon another man. Would he?
He opened and shut drawers and searched through compartments on the wall directly behind her. Anticipation had never been so acute. Her skin tingled and desire pulsed through her pussy. She’d only caught teasing glimpses of the woman in the alley, but Rana’s imagination filled in the blanks. The man in front had held her legs, while she leaned against the other man’s chest. They passed her hips back and forth, pushing her on to one man’s cock as they pulled her off of the other.
“Are you intrigued by the sensation or does being the sexual focus of two men appeal to you?”
“Both, I guess.” She glanced over her shoulder. He was completely naked now and he held something in each hand. Evidently he’d found what he was looking for. “I don’t know.”
“Let’s find out.” He stroked the back of her thighs and her bottom, his touch gentle, yet confident. She sighed as he pushed two fingers into her core, but he didn’t stay long. “We know you enjoy this.” His other hand separated her ass cheeks and she tensed. “Relax. We’ve done this much already.”
His fingertips circled her anus, stimulating as they spread lubricant. She relaxed her inner muscles, accepting his bold caress. The tight collar of muscle parted for him and sensations erupted all over her body. Her nipples tightened and her clit twitched. The teasing fullness in her ass accented the emptiness in her pussy.
Reaching around her, he fingered her clit while he slid in and out of her ass. “I owe you an orgasm, don’t I?”
She tossed her head, sending her hair cascading around her
shoulders and across her back. His hand pumped with steady persistence, but he coaxed her clit with gentle circles and skillful pressure.
With her eyes tightly closed, she saw the male prostitute again. He arched and groaned as his client rammed him full of cock. The graphic image made Rana whimper, far more appealing than it should have been. She rocked her hips and her breasts swayed.
The pressure increased as Vik introduced another finger. He plucked at her clit now, rolling the tender cluster of nerves as he gently pulled. Pleasure detonated in a sharp, sudden release. She cried out, the forceful spasms of her cunt tightening her other passage around his fingers.
“Very nice.”
She was still panting harshly as he replaced his fingers with a toy. The blunt head slipped in easily, but her sphincter spread and spread as he drove the butt plug home. The inward pressure ceased, yet the fullness remained lodged deep inside her.
“How’s that?” He caressed her bottom, twisting the ring until it rested more comfortably between her cheeks.
“Is it as big as it feels?”
“It’s a fair compromise between my fingers and my cock.” He sat down beside her on the bed and offered her a patient smile. “Do you want to send for food while you get used to it or finish this round before we eat?”
“We’re going to fuck while this thing is still inside me?” A rush of lust punctuated the question.
“That’s as close as I care to come to your fantasy. At least for now.”
Possessive passion erupted in his gaze and she couldn’t help but smile. “I’m not really hungry; I’m just not sure…”
He caught her around the waist and pulled her back onto his lap, her legs straddling his. “That’s why you hired me. I am sure about these things.”
“I didn’t hire you.”
“Details.” He found her opening with his cock and pushed inside.
She grabbed his shoulders and arched her back. His size had been obvious when he’d taken her the first time. He hadn’t needed the extra fullness. Still, her pussy stretched wider and wider until she cried out. He immediately stopped. His hands caressed her hips and his eyes filled with concern. “Does that hurt?”
“It’s not painful -- exactly. It’s just really tight.”
His breath escaped in a sudden rush. “I noticed. Lock your knees. Don’t take any more until you relax.” He cupped her cheek and brought her mouth to his, using slow deep kisses to distract and soothe her. His other hand caressed her breasts and dipped down to where their bodies joined.
Curling her tongue around his, she inhaled his scent and reveled in the decadence. Her body was stuffed to the point of pain and still she wanted more, more of his kisses, more of his cock, more of him.
He brushed his fingers over her folds and circled her clit. His mouth drifted along her neck and he bent his head to her breasts. He increased the pressure of his lips until she moaned and pushed against him.
“Pull up a bit, then lower yourself onto me,” he whispered the directive against her flesh, his teeth scraping her skin.
She shivered then obeyed. As she raised her hips, her body released a fresh rush of cream. They moaned together as the slick response eased her descent. Deeper and deeper she took him until her bottom rested on his thighs.
His patience ended abruptly. He grasped her hips and took control of their movements. She rolled against him as he thrust up into her. Her nipples rasped against his chest with each distinct drive.
Moving his feet farther apart, he brought her down harder and faster. Tension mounted within her, coiling like an over wound spring. She gasped and panted as his cock pounded into her. He drove to the hilt then clasped her to his chest as his seed exploded inside her. The hot, rhythmic jets triggered her climax. She dropped her head back on her shoulders and the ends of her hair caressed her ass. Her core echoed the throbbing of his cock and the butt plug intensifying each spasm.
They clung to each other for the longest time, each unwilling to move.
“What would you like to try next, my insatiable apprentice?”
“Honestly?” He nodded and she patted the bed beside him. “I’m exhausted. I’d like to lie down for a while.”
* * *
“So, what’s she like?” Fibros asked.
Vihlok waited until his “guest” was asleep before he commed his friend. “You saw her at the wedding.”
“I didn’t ask what she looks like. You didn’t let anyone near her on the ship. Is she a shrew or as innocent as the driven snow?”
“Neither.” He stepped closer to the communications console. “You can drop the ignorant act. I know who submitted the contract. What is Kashi hoping to accomplish with this little stunt?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Fibros’s smile belied his denial.
“You’re full of shit and we both know it. Conference her in. I want to hear her explanation.”
The amusement faded from Fibros’s expression. “She was supposed to give me enough time to reach the spaceport then contact me. I’m still waiting for the page.”
“How late is her check-in?”
“How long have we been here?”
“We should have brought her with us,” Vihlok grumbled. He’d placed Kashi in the Jabulayni household cycles before, hoping she could glean information for him. When she’d been selected as Rana’s handmaiden none of them could believe their good fortune. How would the princess react when she realized her best friend was a spy?
“Yeah, kidnappers often bother with servants. That wouldn’t have looked suspicious at all.” He rubbed his eyebrows and heaved a frustrated sigh. “If she hasn’t commed me by tomorrow, I’ll head back to Peronite.”
“Will the ship be ready by then?”
“Hopefully. This team is good, but she’s getting old.” Rubbing the back of his neck, he added, “So am I.”
“With age comes wisdom. Everyone knows that.”
Fibros snorted. “Explain that to my knees.”
“I’ll see if Rana has a way to contact Kashi without shattering the illusion.”
“Won’t asking the question make her suspicious of you?”
“Not necessarily. I already admitted there’s a connection between you and Kashi. She doesn’t need to know the rest. Besides, it doesn’t matter. If Kashi is in serious trouble, the game is over.”
“Keep me informed.”
Vihlok nodded, then closed the link.
Raking his hand through his hair he returned to the bedroom. They’d showered, again, before Rana crawled between the sheets. She hadn’t been asleep that long, but this couldn’t wait. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he brushed her hair back from her face. She stirred in her sleep, unconsciously turning into his light caress.
His chest ached. No other woman had ever affected him as powerfully as Rana. Touching her felt natural and he couldn’t explain why. He wanted to wrap her in his arms and never let go.
“Sweetheart,” he said softly, “you need to wake up. There’s something I need to ask you.”
Her lashes fluttered, then her eyes opened and she smiled. His heart leapt at the beauty of her face. “How long was I out?”
“Not long. Can you contact Kashi?” She sat up and tucked the sheet under her arms. “Are you awake enough for this conversation?”
“I am now. What’s wrong?”
“She was supposed to comm Fibros shortly after we arrived. We don’t know that anything is wrong. We’re just concerned.”
Rana swung her legs over the side of the bed, dragging the sheet with her. “I’ll have to change my story. All communications are recorded when we’re offworld.”
“We might be overreacting. That’s why this is so frustrating.”
“If Kashi is in trouble, nothing else is important. We can say I ran away with you or claim I wanted to break the engagement without causing an interplanetary incident.”
He was pleased by her selfless attitude. “Or better yet, I’m your jea
lous lover and I’d rather hold you against your will than see you married to another man.”
“That works too.”
Dropping the sheet, she strode naked into the bathroom. Desire gripped his belly and heated his blood. They had gone at it nearly nonstop since he’d kidnapped her. Shouldn’t these cravings be easing by now?
She returned, dressed in a black bathrobe. “Where’s the communications console?”
“In the sitting room.”
After activating the standard link, she muttered, “That’s odd.”
“What’s odd?”
“It’s a prerecorded message stating that the Devauntian delegation is en route to their home world.”
“That just means Vega is forwarding all Devauntian comms. Can you link with the ship directly?”
“I’m trying.” She paged through several menu screens before she said, “This system is really rudimentary. I don’t think long range communications are a priority for most of Bliss’s customers.” She tried several more access points before she shook her head. “I can’t connect from here. But the fact that they took off so abruptly could explain Kashi’s missed check-in.”
“Your mother rushed her out the door and she can’t establish a link from the ship without being detected?”
“Exactly.”
Her logic was sound. He just wished there was some way to confirm the conclusion. “How long will it take for them to reach Devaunt?”
“Four to six hours, depending on which jump gate they use and how hard they push the ship. Cruisers are built for comfort not speed.”
He clasped his hands behind his back and grinned at her. “They are initially.”
She turned from the console and looked into his eyes, her gaze bright and assessing. “Who are you? Kashi doesn’t rush in blindly. There has to be a reason she trusted you.”
“Why did you agree to marry Vega?”
“If I explain what happened, will you tell me who you are?”
After a short pause, he said, “Yes.”
“My father ruled with an iron fist, but at least he provided for those entrusted to his care.” She stood as well, staying just out of reach. “My mother thought only of herself. She bled Devaunt dry and kept expecting more until I had no choice but to seek assistance from an outsider.”