Azar's Prize

by Reese Gabriel

  Lifting her head, she stole a peek to see what he was doing.

  “Head down,” he growled.

  Theryssa lowered her eyes instantly. Would she be punished for that? Her nipples throbbed as she thought about the pinching. Or would it be her ass again?

  Perhaps if she were able to appease him…with her soft body, her proffered breasts, her pussy. Images filled her mind, of slave girls crawling on their bellies to the feet of their Masters.

  “Sit up,” Azar commanded.

  Theryssa started at his sudden presence. Back on her heels she went. The first thing she saw was the collar. Thin leather, studded with jewels. Like the kind used on pets in ancient times. There was a leash with it, made of metal chain.

  “I am going to put this on you,” he stated the obvious. “And then I am going to fuck you. Like a tamed animal. I want you to give me your permission to do this.”

  “Why do you need my permission?” she asked. “When I am already bound to obey?”

  “I do not need your permission, I want it. They are not the same thing.”

  Theryssa shook her hair back over her shoulders. She was not sure why he suddenly wanted her approval, but refusing him was unthinkable. “I give you permission, Azar. To collar me. And fuck me.”

  “Do you know why I punished you before?”

  “Because I came, instead of making you come.”

  “Yes. As a result, I delayed my own pleasure to tend to your discipline.”

  “How sporting of you.”

  “You really are insufferable, aren’t you?”

  “I’ve been told that, yes.”

  “That is what makes you so special?”

  “Well that makes you the first guy to say that.”

  “Oh?”

  “The rest think I’m a pain in the ass.”

  “They were boys. Or idiots.”

  “They were Guardians.”

  “There is not always a difference.”

  “You talk like you know.”

  “Tell me I’m wrong.”

  “Only if you promise immunity from punishment.”

  “How about I use you instead,” he suggested, “like the owned wench you are?”

  “So long as you know it’s only for play. A person cannot really be owned.” Her heart was beating like a rabbit’s. Was she trying to defy him? Egg him on? Or just confirm what she already feared…that this little undercover assignment was headed somewhere she could not possibly imagine.

  “If the collar fits…” Azar wrapped the leather about her throat. His fingers were masterful, but not harsh. How many females had he done this to? Had they all been so willing?

  She held her breath as he fastened the tiny clasp and padlock. As far as security went, it was laughable. She could break it between two fingers. But the symbolism was quite real. Locked collars were for slaves. And for all intents and purposes, given her promise to obey the man, that’s what she was.

  Azar paused to admire her. “You look right this way.”

  Theryssa flushed hotly at the remark, the redness passing from her cheeks all the way to her breasts. Azar took the leash in his fingers. “Open.”

  Theryssa parted her jaws, then bit down on the cold, smooth metal chain.

  “Even better,” he approved.

  Her eyes flashed, communicating indignation.

  Azar laughed, patting her head. “Fury makes you even more gorgeous. I could only imagine you in a little cage, with your own water dish.”

  Theryssa’s mind turned instantly to rebellion. “Fuck you, asshole,” she spat out the metal.

  She was already on her feet when he stopped her, using his favorite technique.

  “Down,” he commanded, controlling her with the twist of a single nipple.

  Anguish surging through her veins, her poor nub screaming for mercy, Theryssa submitted on bended knees. “Swear to god, I’m gonna figure out why you’re so strong.”

  “Enough fooling around,” he said. “It’s time to give us both what we need. Get on your hands and knees, Theryssa. Before I explode.”

  What a complicated man. Trying to degrade her one minute, treating her like some kind of partner the next.

  Of course she was pretty complicated, too. Actually being caged was something that would happen over her dead body. But talking about it…and having Azar threaten it, that was arousing to no end.

  “So you like putting women in cages, do you?” She tried to keep the dirty talk going.

  “Only if they ask me,” he teased.

  “What about love?” she asked impulsively. “Have you ever been in love?”

  He plunged a finger deep inside her, instantly reconfiguring her priorities. “None of your business…spy.”

  “Please, Azar, I really want to know.”

  He played with her, making her pant. She pushed her ass up against his hand, seeking pleasure even as she listened to his answer.

  “There was a young lady, once.”

  “Was she…like me?”

  He inserted one finger into her anus, using the others to work her pussy. “There were similarities.”

  Theryssa moaned, broken. “What…happened?”

  “She’s gone, that’s the end of it.”

  So were his fingers. She cried out. “Azar, Sir, please, don’t…leave me like this.”

  “I said no questions.”

  “I’m sorry. I’ll take punishment. Please, spank my ass, then use me for your pleasure.”

  “You’ll be punished all right, girl.” He got a dildo and a butt plug. The dildo was a slick, cool material, smooth against her pussy walls, titillating but offering no relief. He pushed it far inside her, then told her not to move.

  The butt plug was a hard little bastard of a thing. It made her feel dirty, invaded and horny as hell.

  “Not one word,” he said.

  She stayed as quiet as she could. Like a statue. Except she was sweating and fighting off spasms every other second.

  Her worst fear was that he would leave her.

  Twice he came over from whatever he was doing on the other side of the room to swat her with something leather. His belt, probably.

  She whimpered appropriately.

  Did it go five minutes or was it an hour until he came by to check on her? She thought he was going to take out the anal plug, but it was the dildo he grasped.

  “You’ll take me with your ass filled,” he said, refusing to take out the plug.

  Her buttocks clenched on the anal invader. Her pussy screamed as he removed the dildo, so slowly, shredding her nerve endings, make her feel empty and hot and cold and confused all at once.

  “No,” she cried, “don’t…take it.”

  “Would you like my dick instead?”

  “Yesss…” He had her moaning, her sex spasming in anticipation.

  She cried aloud as he touched her, grazing her clit.

  “Ready?” he teased.

  She shook her head frantically.

  “Hold still,” he commanded, slapping her ass.

  Theryssa shivered as he pushed his cock into place, parting her sex lips. “You’ll take it on my terms, girl, or not at all.”

  “Your…terms,” she panted.

  He pushed his thickly veined cock an inch or so between her puffy, waiting lips. He was hard and molten hot. She burned at the feel of him, lost to the sensations. She wanted more. She couldn’t live without it.

  His hands went to her hips, steadying her. She was the perfect target, a vessel for his plundering. He sheathed himself, pushing all the way to the hilt. She felt his pelvic bone and his heavy, full balls.

  He enjoyed the position for a moment, readying himself. Then he began his motions, expert, more familiar than before. She sensed he was learning her body, how to please and torment it.

  Azar kept her on the razor’s edge until she could stand it no more. Her body was quaking. She was dissolving.

  One or two more thrusts, to cement his dominance and then h
e gave the word, the command. “Now.”

  She came instantly, swallowing his cock whole. Azar kept ahead of her, moving faster and faster.

  She couldn’t keep track of the orgasms as he masterfully pistoned into her. His fist was in her hair, the pressure just right as he tugged, letting her know he was there, turned on out of his mind, fucking crazy for her, needing this more than air itself.

  She was so full, so thoroughly possessed.

  “Come,” she cried. “Come in my pussy…your pussy.”

  Azar’s breathing quickened. She relished the sound of it, knowing he was taking his ultimate pleasure in her. She could feel his cock hardening, getting ready to shoot itself deep up into her. He was beyond talking, he was all beast, a beautiful male animal using his female.

  His growl was like a star lion, from the distant nebula of Tresos. His orgasm was so magnificent, a work of art, liquid wonder to fill her belly…and her soul.

  “Yes,” she cried a dozen times over. “Oh, fuck, yes.”

  Azar expelled the last of his come, but he wasn’t done. Manipulating the butt plug to keep her at a fever pitch, he continued pumping—as though he had yet to come at all. His thrusts were at near hyper-speed. She had to use primale strength to keep from collapsing forward onto her belly. This was one worked up pirate.

  Azar’s second orgasm came like a blast of energy, instant, irradiating fluid heat, obliterating everything in its path. Theryssa couldn’t help but climax with him. He was a force too powerful to resist. A sunstorm, a moonstorm and windstorm all wrapped into one.

  I don’t want to leave, she thought, I want to live here in this union, forever. The two of us in a perfect rhythm. Until all the troubles of the world disappear forever.

  For the briefest few seconds, it all felt true. But then reality returned. With a vengeance.

  She was on a mission, she reminded herself, and this man who was loving her so wonderfully was her enemy. It was her job to collect information and maybe even do battle with him. One day she might even have to kill him, should he indeed prove to be a Narthian ally.

  Azar pulled out his cock. It was still hard, still filling her to capacity. The man was still unsated. Was there no end to his desire?

  She awaited his next move as he rose to his feet, bidding her to do the same. What was on that devious mind of his this time? It didn’t take him long to reveal his plans. In one motion, he lifted Theryssa into his arms. Her heart commenced racing again as he carried her to the bed. His body was so hard and smooth against her, so warm to the touch. How was she supposed to stay strong, a Guardian and warrior, when he kept putting her in the mood for sex-making?

  “You will remain here,” he laid her down on the fur covered surface. “Until you have permission to get up.”

  Theryssa sucked in her dry lower lip, thirsty. She was a prisoner in his bed. Naked. The implications did not escape her. Nor did the dark intensity of his gaze on her body. Instinctively, her hands went over her head, palm up on the pillow.

  “Take me, again, Azar,” she murmured. “I’m ready…I’m a…good…girl.”

  Azar unclipped the leash from her collar. She held her breath as his fingers worked, so close to her breasts. She could smell him, deep and pungent. His hard cock was so very close, and the rest of him, too—his body dotted with sweat, his muscles corded tightly with fresh lust. She was amazed at how familiar he was beginning to seem.

  Her heart skipped a beat as she anticipated penetration. Instead, he straightened, his spine as fixed as that of any Guardian.

  “Go to sleep,” he said. “That’s enough for now.”

  Theryssa’s mouth hung open. She couldn’t believe it. He was rejecting her? But what about that monster erection of his? “You can’t be serious,” she said.

  “I am not in the habit of making jokes, Theryssa. Especially where it concerns issuing orders to one of my slaves.”

  Theryssa’s pussy twinged in reply to her being called a slave. “I’m your prisoner,” she corrected.

  “I am making use of your body for my pleasure,” he explained. “That makes you a slave.”

  “So why don’t you do that now?”

  “I don’t want to.”

  “Bullshit. You’re hard as a rock.”

  “I’m sorry,” he shook his head. “I know you are in heat and you need to be ridden hard and long, but that’s part of slavery. Your purpose is my pleasure, not your own. If it’s any consolation, I will use you first thing in the morning.”

  Theryssa pulled her knees up to her chest and folded her arms over her breasts. The nerve of the man. “Screw you. I don’t need a damn thing. I just felt sorry for you, that’s all.”

  Azar moved quickly and efficiently, descending on her and rolling her to her stomach. His hand rained down like fire, peppering her behind with punitive blows.

  Tears stinging her cheeks, she cried out her apology.

  Azar poked a finger into her crack. Moisture oozed readily. “You are a hot and horny slave girl. Say it.”

  The sudden pressure to her clitoris mixed with the throbbing from her spanking. “I’m a hot…and horny slave girl,” she exclaimed.

  Azar rolled her to her back. “Can I trust you to keep your hands out of your pussy until morning or do I need to chain you up?”

  Theryssa’s cheeks brightened. Beneath her veneer of anger was shame and below that, a sea of lust, like magma bubbling from her core, unknown and threatening to engulf the whole of her. “You have no right,” she blurted. “To stop me.”

  Azar seized her pussy, making clear with the movement of his fingers just how much he considered her to be his property. “Nothing enters here against my will. Not even your hand. Is that clear?”

  Theryssa stiffened, a shock of pleasure passing through her. “Y-yes.” Her teeth chattered.

  He left her unsatisfied. “Go to sleep, Theryssa.”

  Trembling, she turned to her side. She dared not ask for a blanket. Presently, he shut the lights off and climbed in beside her.

  She felt overwhelming relief at his presence. Enemy though he might be, and source of her unbelievable torment, she felt this strange need for him. Somehow, deep down, she knew she was safe here. And that he would never allow real harm to occur to her.

  Too, she was afraid to be alone. All that time in space, indeed, for a lifetime before, she had never worried about anything. Did it have something to do with how full he had made her feel before, and how alive? It was almost as if by awakening in her that sense of belonging and connectivity, he had also made it possible for her to feel loneliness.

  Hugging herself tightly, Theryssa willed her body into a state of lower consciousness. Her mind was racing and twisting and she needed to get a hold of it. There was only one way to focus at this point, and that was on devising an escape plan.

  It was not her intent to actually get away. She merely needed to know if she could. That would tell her for sure if he was primale or not. It didn’t have to be anything sophisticated. A simple act of trying to sneak out the door or trying to grab one of his weapons to immobilize him.

  She would wait until he seemed more or less asleep and then she would make her move. With any luck, she would buy herself a little time to snoop around his cabin first to see what she could learn about his Narthian connection.

  In the meantime, she would bide her time. Turning up her auditory powers, she tried to hear the sounds of any crew members nearby. There were two heartbeats in the corridor, and three more directly above them. The ones in the corridor were awake. Walking.

  Idly, she set about matching each heartbeat to the other data she had collected, including voice prints. Before too long, she had a working map in her head, of who was where. The really obnoxious one, Oleron, was on the bridge.

  No doubt pretending to be captain.

  Theryssa turned to hear Azar’s heartbeat. It was very strong. Lulling in a way. Damn, but she was exhausted. She watched him roll to his back. His chest looked so inviting
.

  Theryssa licked her lips. She wanted so badly to lay her head down. To pretend, just for a little while that they were a normal couple. Her, on leave, and him, fresh from wowing her folks, taking her on an interstellar cruise.

  What a foolish little romantic she was. Since when did she like cruises?

  Nevertheless, Theryssa did lay her head down, very gently. Just for a second, she thought. But the second dragged out to a minute and a minute into ten. She put her palm down, absorbing his strength. His warmth on her cheek, his chest rising and falling like clockwork to put some order back into her world.

  For the first time since Theryssa was a little girl, her eyes grew truly heavy. It was that twenty-five percent of her that was mere fem. She had inherited this from her mother, who was no slouch herself.

  Theryssa had always hated this weaker part of her nature, but her mother and Seria both had predicted one day she would come to cherish it. Rely on it even. Was this what she meant? Was it something she needed to have a relationship?

  If so, it wasn’t going to be now. Not with this man. Pirates didn’t have relationships. They kept slaves. At least until they got tired of them.

  Funny, though, at points she thought she could sense a bit of vulnerability in Azar. A look in his eyes from time to time. Even in his breathing, there was this undercurrent. Almost a tenderness.

  She had to be imagining it.

  Stars. Now she was yawning. What was the world coming to?

  The next thing you know, she would be having actual sleep. With dreams. Real ones—the kind you couldn’t control.

  And it didn’t take a robo-psychic to figure out who would be in those dreams, doing what to Theryssa’s poor, innocent person.

  Chapter Five

  Azar was surprised but pleased to see Theryssa settle so deeply into unconsciousness. Sleep was considered unnecessary for primales, but personally he had always felt it was an important part of the body’s restoration process.

  Having her lay her head on his chest had filled him with feelings of protectiveness. Superwoman though she might be, she had chosen him to watch over her. At least for this one night.