by Aubrey Ross
“Not tonight. This lesson is about your pleasure, fulfilling your fantasy.” His fingers pushed into her hair and he turned her face. “Kiss me, sweet slave. Offer me your mouth.”
Even whispered like an endearment the word was shocking. She wasn’t anyone’s slave. His lips covered hers, his tongue gently stroking. Two gorgeous men were focusing entirely on her pleasure. How could that be a bad thing? Hands slid and fingers squeezed. She lost track of who was touching her where.
She reached back and grabbed Vihlok’s hip, despite his directive.
“Oh, no you don’t.” He pulled her away from Bhakati and guided her hands to the small of her back. “Hold her for me. Restraints are too much trouble for what I have in mind.”
Bhakati grasped her wrists firmly, pulling her backward until her shoulders pressed against his chest. “May I continue to touch her, Sir? You are fortunate to have found such a treasure.”
“Stroke her breasts, while I lick her pussy. She’ll enjoy that.”
Vihlok knelt in front of her and anticipation twisted inside her. His mouth never failed to arouse. He did things with his tongue that amazed her. He wrapped his fingers around the backs of her thighs and looked up at her. “Do you want my mouth on you?”
“You know I do.”
He smiled and shook his head. “That’s not the proper response.”
“Yes, Master.” She let a facetious edge sharpen her tone. His gaze narrowed and he stood up. “Wait! I’m sorry, Sir. I didn’t mean to offend you.”
“I’m not offended. I’m disappointed. I thought you were starting to trust me.”
She said nothing. Arguing with him now would only prove his point. She’d requested these lessons in submission.
A sharp voice command opened a compartment above her head. He reached up and grabbed the wrist cuffs. “Raise your arms.”
Bhakati let go and stepped back. With a frustrated sigh, she lifted her arms above her head and Vihlok fastened the cuffs. He said something to Bhakati in a language she didn’t understand and tension mounted within her. Would he punish her?
Even if he did, he would not expect anything she wasn’t ready to give. She had known more pleasure with Vihlok than she’d dreamed possible. She had no reason not to trust him.
“Move your legs apart.”
She immediately obeyed.
Bhakati stepped up behind her and slipped his hands under her hair. He rubbed her shoulders and traced her spine, while Vihlok stared at her. A considerable bulge tented the front of his black pants and his shirt was open at the throat. He must not be too angry. His erection was still going strong.
“Tease her nipples, while you suck the side of her neck.”
Strong hands cupped her breasts and a warm mouth fastened onto her delicate skin. She shivered and twisted away from the ticklish caress.
She licked her lips, aching for Vihlok’s mouth and the pleasure of his carnal kiss. “I’m sorry,” she mouthed the words, not daring to speak again.
His gaze warmed and his expression relaxed. “Why?”
“Because I didn’t show you the proper respect.”
“I don’t want your respect. I want your surrender.”
“I’m ready to surrender -- Sir.”
He moved closer, his gaze locked with hers. “Are you ready to submit?” She parted her lips, but he placed his fingertips over them before she could speak. “It means the same thing, but submission sounds demeaning. I will never demean you, never humiliate or harm you. Do you believe me?”
“Yes, Sir.” Her lips moved against his fingers.
“Who am I?”
“My Master,” she whispered and he smiled.
Trailing his fingers along her sides, he knelt again and peppered kisses across her belly. “You are important to me.” His tongue circled her navel; then he licked a path downward. “I love your softness and your scent.” He pressed his face against the juncture of her thighs, inhaling deeply. “And I crave your taste.”
His tongue pushed into her crease, effortlessly finding her clit. She moaned, rocking back against Bhakati. Vihlok parted her outer flesh with his fingers and adored her inner folds with gentle licks. His lips moved against her, while his tongue stroked, pushing deeper with each teasing pass.
Bhakati caught both her nipples between his thumb and forefingers. Rolling as he pulled, he created a sensation very much like a mouth. Her nipples tightened and her clit tingled. She twisted restlessly.
“Lift her onto me. I need more.” There was a growing desperation in Vihlok’s tone that sent another wave of shivers through Rana.
Bhakati lifted her and Vihlok parted her thighs, draping her legs over his shoulders. She whimpered. Her pussy rested against Vihlok’s mouth and Bhakati held her steady, his arm wrapped around her waist.
Vihlok devoured her, licking and thrusting into her core. His lips closed around her clit and he sucked. She cried out, shocked by the burst of pleasure released by his demanding kiss. He repeated the cycle until her head swam. Licking and sucking, drinking of her passion.
At some silent signal Bhakati lifted her into his arms. She sagged against his chest, weak, yet tingling. Vihlok frantically unfastened her cuffs then stripped out of his clothing. He sat on the edge of the bed and Bhakati placed her in his arms.
“My love, my sweet slave, never doubt my devotion again.”
“I won’t, Master.” He kissed her then, his mouth tasting of her cream.
He turned her and brought her down astride his lap. The position was familiar and she spread her legs wide, offering herself without abandoning the submissive role. Firmly gripping her hips, he pushed inside, filling her by degrees. Then he framed her face with his hands and pulled her with him as he lay back across the bed.
Bhakati moved in close, stroking her bottom and the sensitive crack between her cheeks. She felt a small intrusion then a warm gush as her body filled with lubricant.
Vihlok looked beyond her as he said, “Be careful.”
“Of course, Sir. I only inflict pain when it heightens the pleasure.” His fingers grew bolder. He circled her anus with one hand while he dipped between her thighs to caress both Vihlok and Rana. “Push back against me, Mistress.”
She slowly raised her hips and groaned. The rocking motion dragged her off Vihlok’s cock and pushed her onto Bhakati’s fingers.
“Again.”
She repeated the motion with more conviction. Bhakati spread his fingers, preparing her as she relaxed and accepted the penetration. Vihlok kissed her neck and the underside of her jaw, patiently waiting for the other man.
After inserting a second lubricant pellet, Bhakati positioned himself. “Whenever you’re ready, start the motion and I will do the rest.”
A thrill danced along her nerve endings. He was waiting for her, ensuring her surrender was genuine. She took a deep breath and pushed upward and Bhakati drove in. Tighter and tighter she stretched. Stinging heat intruded on the pressure. She gasped and shuddered.
“Take your time,” Vihlok encouraged as he eased his hand between their bodies. His marvelous fingers found her clit and began a circular motion.
Bhakati’s thighs pressed against her ass, his entire length inside her. She grasped Vihlok’s shoulders and reveled in the fullness.
“Move,” she whispered. “Please, Master, move.”
He needed no other encouragement. With long, slow strokes, Vihlok filled her pussy. Bhakati mirrored each movement, sliding in as Vihlok pulled out. Vihlok maintained the maddening pace until the very end. Each stroke was an intentional assault on her composure, and Bhakati followed his lead.
Clasped between them, impaled by them, Rana was overwhelmed. Sensation crashed upon sensation, spiraling up through her only to inundate her as the searing wave returned. She cried out, then screamed, unable to suppress the sound.
Vihlok arched beneath her, driving deep inside her cunt as he shuddered in release. Bhakati echoed his pleasure, the distinct throb of his cock tri
ggering aftershocks in Rana’s trembling body.
She collapsed across Vihlok’s chest, breathless and replete. Bhakati carefully separated his body from hers and discreetly left the room.
* * *
“What have you learned?”
Umar fisted his hands beneath the shelf in the comm booth. His personal transmitter wasn’t powerful enough to reach Peronite, so he’d been relegated to public facilities. “The ship in question is in one of the maintenance bays. Have you ever heard of a brothel called the House of Bliss? There are strong indications that that’s her current location.”
A rare smile parted Vega’s lips. “I’ve heard of it. She was rescued from a wedding and taken to a brothel? How deliciously ironic.”
“I don’t believe she’s in any danger.”
“Then why are you bothering me?”
Umar heard a familiar voice in the background, but he couldn’t make out the words. Tarun! Despite Vega’s assurance the night before, the king obviously had a new favorite.
Clearing his throat, he wiped every hint of expression from his face. “I need an invitation to get through the door. This is an exclusive club.”
“Tell them you’re previewing the club for me.”
“I need official authorization. They won’t care who I say I am.”
“I’ll send it. Now get busy!”
Slamming open the door to the tiny cubicle, Umar strode toward the lift. Tarun was with Vega even now. The realization ate at his gut. He’d had misgivings about this mission from the beginning and now he knew why. What better way to dispose of two unwanted complications than to send one after the other?
Well, Vega was in for a surprise.
He took a public lift to Level 4 and asked a middle-aged man direction to the House of Bliss. The man swept his travel-rumpled clothes with a derisive glance then pointed out the way.
After standing in front of the unmarked door for a moment, he spotted the palm scanner. Instead of opening the door, the scanner activated the security system.
“State your name and purpose for this visit.”
“Umar, Envoy for King Vega of Peronite. I am expected.” At least he hoped to hell he was.
“One moment, please.”
He looked up and down the hallway, annoyed by the delay. The longer he thought about Vega’s slight, the angrier he became. Even if he killed the bitch and dragged her body back to Peronite, Vega would only return the favor in kind. He knew too much; it was as simple as that.
The door slid open, revealing the most beautiful woman Umar had ever seen. Silky blue hair framed her face and spilled onto her shoulders. The muted geometrical pattern in her tunic coordinated with ankle length pants.
“Welcome to my house, Mr. Umar. How may we serve you?”
Summoning all his haughty effect, he started to launch his practiced routine. He was King Vega’s trusted emissary and no one was allowed to interact with the king until he approved them first. The words turned to ash in his mouth as he looked into her eyes.
“Princess Rana is in grave danger. I’ve come to warn her.”
* * *
Rana snuggled against Vihlok’s side, absently stroking the hair on his chest. It fascinated her. Jaque and Pavel had both been devoid of body hair. She propped herself on her elbow and smiled. “Can the rest of my lessons be private? We have so little time together. I don’t want to share you with anyone.” As if to mock her request a chime sounded. “What is that?”
“Privacy interrupt.” He tossed back the covers and got out of bed. “Bliss only uses it in extreme emergencies.”
She rolled off the other side and reached for her bathrobe. Vihlok didn’t bother with clothing. He strode into the sitting room and responded to the page. “What’s going on?”
“There is a man asking to speak with your companion. He claims to have information regarding her safety. He is unarmed and quite insistent.”
Rana could only presume the lovely Elloni was Bliss. “Who is she talking about?”
“His name is Umar,” Bliss replied. “Standard security verified his identity.”
Shoving her hands into the pockets of her robe, Rana crossed to stand beside Vihlok. “Send him in.”
“Who is Umar?” Vihlok asked as Bliss blinked off.
“Vega’s lover.”
“What?” Without explanation, he rushed into the bedroom and rifled through his discarded clothes. “Why would you tell her to let him in?”
Rana followed him as far as the doorway. “I want to hear what he has to say. She said he was unarmed.”
Vihlok tugged on his pants so he had somewhere to hide his pulse pistol and returned to the sitting room. The door slid open and Umar stepped through the threshold. Vihlok greeted him with a vicious right hook.
Umar staggered back a step, wiping blood on his sleeve. “I’m here to help her!”
“You had that coming,” Vihlok insisted.
“Why are you here?” Rana didn’t bother hiding her smile. Her heart had soared as she watched the bastard’s head jerk back and blood spew from his lip.
“Vega sent me to kill you.”
Vihlok drew back his arm, but Rana stopped the second blow. “Why did you change your mind?”
“Because I’m next. I know his secrets and he’s found a new toy. That means I’m expendable.”
“What do you want from us?” Vihlok sneered.
“I’ll help you take down Vega, but you’ll have to protect me. I’ll need to disappear permanently.”
“That is easily arranged.” The growl in Vihlok’s tone promised mayhem.
“What happens if your mother dies?” Umar asked Rana.
“Are you threatening my mother?” Rana was aghast at his audacity.
“No need. Her transport exploded halfway to Devaunt.”
Rana just stared at him, too stunned to speak. Vihlok wrapped his arms around her and tucked her head under his chin. “Even if it’s true, you son of a whore, you could have shown some tact.”
“We don’t have time for tact! Vega has your handmaiden. He intends to execute her for sabotaging your mother’s transport as soon as he’s manufactured the evidence.”
“Then Kashi wasn’t on the cruiser?” Rana whispered.
“You’re more concerned about a fucking servant than your mother? You’re more twisted than I am. You didn’t answer the question. Who is next in line to rule Devaunt?”
“I am,” Rana admitted. Her ears were ringing. She needed to slow her breathing and calm down.
“Are you sure?”
“What are you getting at?” Vihlok snapped.
“Vega is her husband and has been since the night he… tested their sexual compatibility. The wedding ceremony was only a formality. Kidnapping her didn’t change a thing.”
Rana pushed away from Vihlok’s arms, needing to face this at his side not from the shadow of his embrace. “He’s right. If mother is really dead, my husband will be named regent. And if something happens to me, Vega will become Emperor of Devaunt.” She turned back to Umar. “Was this his intention all along?”
“He intended to rule through you, but this suited his purposes even better.”
“We need to get to my ship,” Vihlok said. “I have to contact Fibros.”
“Who is Fibros?” Umar asked.
“Kashi’s lover. We can’t have him storming the palace until we have a plan.”
“You can’t storm the palace period,” Umar argued. “This must be fast and stealthy. The element of surprise is your only advantage. Once Vega realizes you know what he’s up to, he’ll batten down the entire planet.”
Chapter Seven
Rana’s stomach cramped as they approached Vega’s presence chamber. This bastard had killed her mother and plotted to take over her home world. She had never hated anyone as vehemently as she hated this man.
“You’re not alone, princess,” Vihlok said quietly. He walked at her side, adorned in the uniform of the Devaunt royal guard or
as close to one as they were able to assemble with so little time to formulate a strategy. “You can do this.”
Kashi’s life hung in the balance. She had to do this. No, they had to do this. She calmed herself with the correction and composed her expression.
Umar was the only one who knew Vega’s plan for Rana so no one questioned her return to Peronite. Two additional ships had made the jump from Spaceport Makar. According to Vihlok, one would ensure their protection and the other would dispense justice. He’d offered the enigmatic explanation with a secretive smile, but refused to say any more.
The two larger ships remained in orbit, while Rana directed the Peronite Transport Authority to clear “her” cruiser to land within the palace compound. Having learned arrogance and expectancy from her mother, Rana fell easily into the role of grief-stricken royalty.
Two of Vega’s men flanked the double doors to his presence chamber. Both were heavily armed. They had to be incapacitated soundlessly or others might be alerted. Fast and focused. There was no room for hesitation.
“He’s expecting me,” she said as her party reached the doorway.
Vega’s men looked at each other then one turned toward the door. Vihlok slammed the butt of his rifle against the side of one guard’s head, while Fibros took out the other. They dragged the unconscious bodies into an adjacent antechamber, then two of Vihlok’s men took up the original positions. No one would be fooled for long, but the counterfeit guards would alert them at the first sign of trouble.
“Ready?” Vihlok asked.
“Can we just blast him? I’m not sure I can even pretend to be civil.”
“Once Kashi is safe, you can be as nasty as you like.”
Rana took a deep breath and nodded toward the door. Her dress was another ridiculous ordeal that constricted her breathing and restricted her movements. To think that she had actually agreed to a lifetime of dresses like these.
Vihlok and Fibros shoved the doors open and Rana swept into the room. Vega sat on his throne with a pretty young man on his lap. The king’s hand was buried inside his pet’s pants, enjoying his new toy.
“Go stand against the far wall,” she snapped.