by Regine Abel
The black pools of his eyes never left mine. It was hypnotic. We had an agreement before I even walked in here – I was that desperate. The thugs that broke into my hotel room last night made it clear that if they didn’t get their money, they would have fun with me then sell me on the slave market. A pretty slave rarely remained so for long. If they sold me, who knew what kind of twisted pervert would buy me and own me for the rest of my days. At least, Anton was reputed to treat his women well and it would only be for a fixed term contract. Had he been human, I would have come to him first. But from all accounts, Braxian males had a low opinion of women and a twisted definition of what a relationship looked like – not that we would become a couple or anything.
“Yes, Mr. Myers,” I said, my shoulders sagging. “We have an agreement.”
His smile made me shudder. “Good girl,” he whispered.
Anton straightened and leaned once more on the edge of his desk. He took away my empty glass and placed it beside him. “Kiss me,” he said.
I got up from my chair, my hands twitching and my stomach fluttering. Anton was an impressive specimen of manhood. What his face lacked in attractiveness, his body more than made up for. The skin tight black t-shirt molded the muscular outline of his chest. I stood between his parted legs and placed my hands on his waist. The heat coming off his body made my palms tingle. Anton gave me an expressionless look as I leaned forward and pressed my chest to his.
When I brushed my lips against his, a sudden throb between my legs took me by surprise. I hadn’t had sex in more time than I cared to admit but didn’t expect to be aroused by Anton. This was a relief considering, enjoyment or not, I was his for six months. Then again, power and authority always turned me on. Judging by my current reaction, maybe our arrangement wouldn’t be so bad. I pressed my lips harder against his. His lips remained unresponsive and I pulled back in surprise. He returned my gaze, his face void of emotion.
Oh shit… this is a test.
One I couldn’t afford to fail. Switching into audition mode, I felt more in my element. I licked my lips slowly, seductively, while running my hands up his stomach to his chest. Leaning in again, I nipped at his lower lip before sucking on it. My thumbs circled his erect nipples while my tongue teased his lips until they finally parted. I tasted the brandy on his breath. A deep moan rumbled from his chest and triumph swept over me.
Gotcha.
I reveled in the sense of elation that washed over me as it always did when I made my audience go wild. Sinking my fingers in his long black hair, I deepened the kiss. Anton’s large hands covered my ass, pressing me against him. I could feel his shaft hardening. The dull throbbing between my legs reminded me once more that it had been too long since I’d had a man. He fisted my hair and pulled my head back, breaking the kiss. His lips followed my jaw line down to my neck. My pulse thundered in my ears, disturbing the otherwise silent room. I shivered when his hand slipped under my sarong, caressing its way up the back of my thigh, over my ass and onto my back. I thought Anton would tear my dress off, but his hand slipped back down. He pulled back, although he kept one arm around me.
“No bra… I approve.” His voice was thick with desire. “Lose the thong. From now on, you will not wear underwear unless I specifically tell you otherwise. I want free access to you at all times.”
“Yes, Mr. Myers,” I whispered, his commanding tone reverberating through me.
He snorted. “Considering you’ve just had your tongue down my throat, and I’m about to put my cock down yours, I think it’s okay for you to call me Anton.”
My face heated at his crude comment and I instinctively licked my lips. The gesture didn’t go unnoticed. Anton ran his thumb over my lips, swollen by his kisses.
“I think I’m going to enjoy our time together, Grace.”
Anton looked over his shoulder and grabbed a datapad on his desk. He gave it a quick once over before extending it to me.
“This is our official agreement. Read it, sign it, and then I’ll have your debt settled.”
I took the datapad. Looking down at it in disbelief, the words blurred before me into a jumbled blob. “You already have a contract drawn up?”
“I told you I make it my business to know everything that happens on my space station. So yes, I knew you would come here and that there was a good chance you would accept my offer. Are you having second thoughts?”
I shook my head. “Where do I sign?”
“Didn’t I just say read it?” Anton snapped. “Have you learned nothing from your current situation? You can’t simply take what you’re told on faith. Life isn’t just about singing and looking pretty on stage. Read the damn contract so you know what you’re committing to. How do you know I haven’t changed its duration to a lifetime of indentured service?”
I felt hot and cold at the same time. He shouldn’t have needed to tell me that. I was stupid and lazy when it came to this stuff. That’s why I relied on Marcus. It was embarrassing that Anton saw my flaws so easily. Duly chastised, I sat back down on the empire chair and read the contract. Thankfully, it was concise with none of that convoluted lawyer crap.
After skimming through the first few clauses, I reached a worrisome one which stated I couldn’t be sexually involved with a third party unless Anton ordered it. Did that mean he intended to lend me? Marcus hadn’t been the faithful type, always pushing me for an open relationship. But that didn’t work for me – I didn’t share and didn’t want to be shared. However, even if Anton confirmed that’s what he meant, I was in no position to argue with him. Since I would sign regardless, leaving that fight to a later date seemed wiser.
Once done reading, I pressed my thumb on the signature box. He didn’t hide the look of triumph on his face when I handed the datapad over. This was too easy. I came expecting to beg and plead. It almost felt like a setup. Disturbed by the thoughts racing through my mind, I watched him sit behind his desk and tap the com.
“Anton?” William’s voice asked over the com.
“William, please see that Ms. Hopper’s creditor issue is settled immediately. And make it clear, any further debt incurred by Marcus Gayle is his alone. Grace is under my protection.”
“On it.”
Anton ended the call. His pitch-black eyes rested on me with a predatory glint. “At last, Ms. Hopper, you’re mine.”
CHAPTER 2
Anton
I couldn’t stop feasting my eyes on the beauty before me. Grace became my obsession from the first time I saw her on the dingy stage of Jeruna. I wanted her from the moment I laid eyes on her. Everything was wrong with her show; it was vulgar, amateurish, and she clearly lacked vocal training. And yet, when I heard the first notes sung by her raspy voice, they penetrated my soul and set my blood on fire. I knew then, no matter the cost, she would be mine. I had to have her.
The only reason I was on that backwater planet was to conclude the deal that would cement my rising fortune. To celebrate the signing, the investors and I decided to see a performance I was told would fit nicely in my lineup. Grace happened to be the opening act. She claimed to be eighteen when she had actually been sixteen, too young to legally perform on that stage.
When I tried to talk to her, the young beauty shunned me, repulsed by my brutish face. At twenty-two, being a Braxian-human hybrid, I was used to rejection, though my increasing wealth made that a less frequent occurrence. But hers left a deep scar on my heart. The rejection, I could accept. Why would she want an ugly bastard like me? But it was the mockery and public humiliation she and her friends subjected me to that I couldn’t… wouldn’t forgive. She didn’t remember our first encounter, but Braxians never forgot a slight to their honor or clan.
I didn’t retaliate back then; Marcus protected her well. So I bided my time. In the shadows, I created the opportunities that would lead her to me on the Venus Hive pleasure barge when the time was right… when that delectable forbidden fruit was ripe. That her deadbeat ex-boyfriend delivered her onto my lap w
as an added bonus.
Grace’s kiss was a pleasant surprise. I expected her to struggle to accept my touch, but the scent of her arousal clung to my nose. The softness of her lips, her heated response as I plundered her mouth… This opened a plethora of new possibilities. I would have to revise my plans. Over the next six months, I would break her for the Jeruna offense, and then remold her into my obedient little pet. Right now, I intended to fully sample what I fantasized over for more than six years.
I sauntered over to the sitting area on the opposite side of the room, under Grace’s watchful gaze. Sitting down in the middle of the brown leather couch, I spread my arms on the backrest.
“Come,” I said. Obedient, she strutted towards me. “Stop,” I said as soon as she stepped onto the shaggy beige rug in front of the couch. Once again, she complied. “Strip for me. Take your time and make it good.”
Grace licked her lips slowly, but this time it wasn’t deliberately. She was a performer to her sexy core and right this minute, I loved the exhibitionist in her. By her scent and sparkling eyes, the thought of putting on this little show clearly excited her. The quick glance she cast at my sound system didn’t go unnoticed.
“Music on. Derzenia, track five. Play,” I said, my eyes glued to Grace.
She gave me a saucy smile and swayed to the sensuous music. Her hands ran over her body while she shimmied up and down. Turning around, she pulled on the knot of her sarong dress tied behind her neck. After releasing it, she looked at me over her shoulder with yellowish brown eyes full of promises. The colorful fabric slipped down before coming to a stop below the small of her back, teasing me with a peek of the seam of her ass. I stared at her naked back and the delicate curve of her spine. Blood rushed to my groin and my cock swelled in my pants.
Grace faced me, one hand holding the loose sarong between her breasts. I could hardly believe this was happening, at last. With the other hand, she removed the barrette that imprisoned her silky reddish brown hair. She had amazing hair. Even now, I wanted to feel it brushing against my naked chest while she rode my cock.
She shook her head, letting her hair cascade down to her waist. Shimmying up and down again, she used one hand on each breast to keep the sarong from falling. It parted in the middle, giving me a glimpse of her flat stomach and black thong every time she swayed. I licked my lips, wanting to run my tongue over her creamy skin. Soon, I would. I shifted on the couch, forcing myself not to readjust my confined cock.
She twirled, her arms raised, holding the sarong above her head like a flag. I nearly moaned at her naked beauty. Grace stopped, facing me, and dropped the sarong at her feet. Eyes sparkling, the little minx was enjoying teasing me. She caressed her full breasts. Dusty pink nipples stood erect, winking at me, begging to be tasted. She pinched them, rolling the nubs between delicate fingers. Her hands ventured south over her stomach. Grace hooked her thumbs in the straps of her thong and slipped it, revealing a beautiful shaven pussy. She spun the tiny piece of fabric around the tip of her finger before throwing it at me. I caught it in the air and brought it to my nose. The musky scent of her arousal made my cock ache with need.
“Get on your knees and crawl to me,” I commanded, my voice raspy.
To my pleasant surprise, she didn’t balk at the order. Instead, she dropped to her hands and knees and crawled with feline elegance towards me. I always suspected Grace might be submissive and was elated to have it confirmed. As she closed the distance between us, I spread my legs wider. It took every ounce of control I possessed to hide my hunger for her touch. My cock jerked in anticipation when Grace settled on her knees between my legs.
I drew in quick, shallow breaths as I watched her soft hands free my cock. She gasped upon seeing my girth – I wasn’t a small man. Her skin flushed and her eyes darkened with her arousal. Undeterred, her hand stroked my length up and down. The heat building within felt like molten lava in my stomach. My body tensed as her pink tongue showed between perfect straight teeth. Grace bent down to lick the pearl of pre-cum weeping from my slit. Grinding my teeth, I dug my fingers into the couch.
Between strokes, she touched her tongue at the base of my cock and it slid up my length. Pausing at the top, she teased the head before sliding back down. Her hand moved faster. She swirled her tongue around one of my balls then sucked it into her mouth. So many nights I had dreamt of her mouth on me, tasting me, swallowing me. This exceeded even my wildest fantasies. Although it felt incredible, there was something else I wanted in her mouth. As if she had heard my unspoken plea, her luscious lips wrapped around my cock. The contrast of her blood red lipstick against my olive skin made me even harder.
I couldn’t hold back a hiss of pleasure when the wet warmth of her mouth closed around me. Her head bobbed over my crotch, taking more and more of me each time. The lustrous curtain of her reddish brown hair felt like butterfly wings caressing my thighs with each of her movements. When my cock hit the back of her throat, I couldn’t help thrusting up. Grace swallowed and I cried out with bliss. She sucked me with feverish vigor, her teeth gently grazing the shaft and head on each upstroke. I stopped withholding my moans of pleasure as the fire of impending release built. The silky mass of her hair flowed through my fingers.
When did I grab it?
The thought vanished as the head of my cock hit the back of her throat again and she began to hum. My vision darkened and I exploded. The violent, unexpected orgasm tore a shout of ecstasy out of me. Grace swallowed and licked my cum as it shot out.
Destroyed, I lay my head back, looking up blindly at the spinning ceiling. Grace, kneeling between my legs, stared at me with obvious self-satisfaction. It pissed me off that she had made me lose control. But fuck… that was the best head I’d ever had. Now, it was time to turn the tables. She needed to know who was running this show. My breath still labored, I ran my thumb over her glistening lips.
“Lie on your back, and pleasure yourself.”
She sat down from her kneeling position and crawled a couple of feet backward. The hard, dusty nipples of her breasts made my mouth water. Grace lay down on her back, her long, firm legs slightly parted. I watched her dainty fingers fondle her breasts. She plucked at her nipples with blood red nails matching her lipstick. Her luminous, satin skin demanded to be caressed and tasted. She slid one hand down her belly to her opening.
Grace parted the lips of her pussy with two fingers, scissoring alongside her swollen little nub. She was deliciously pink, her slit weeping with her increasing arousal. My nostrils flared at the scent of her musk. The little seductress let go of her pussy long enough to lick her fingers before going back to gently circling her clit. The motion was deliberate. I could feel her stare on me but my eyes were riveted by the hypnotic movement of the hand between her thighs. Her fingers dipped into her wet opening, gathering moisture, then resumed massaging her clit, the speed steadily rising.
With a half moan, half growl, I tucked myself back into my pants. Her beautiful amber eyes widened, a fleeting hint of apprehension glinting through them. Grace didn’t know how hard I was struggling not to ram my cock into that juicy cunt of hers and fuck her within an inch of her life. I got off the couch and kneeled next to her on the soft, shaggy carpet.
“Don’t stop,” I said when her movements faltered.
After kissing her breasts, I softly rubbed my face against the perfect, silky globes. I inhaled her heady scent. Grace’s moan went straight to my groin, making my shaft jerk against my pants. Her body, her scent, the salty taste of her skin and those sexy as hell sounds she made were intoxicating. I grabbed the hand she’d pleasured herself with and licked her juices off it. Crawling back between her thighs, I lifted her legs over my shoulders and buried my face in her core.
“Anton!” Grace cried out.
Her hands sunk into my hair, fisting it almost painfully. She lifted her pelvis to meet my mouth. I grabbed her ass with both hands to still her, while I licked and sucked on her engorged nub. As her whimpers grew, I dipp
ed my tongue in and out of her opening. Fuck, she tasted good. Pleasuring a woman was no challenge for me. But seeing this particular woman fall apart under my touch drove me crazy. I could feel my cock throb in tandem with my tongue, wishing it was the one inside her instead. My thumb massaged her clit. Grace’s back arched off the floor. Her legs trembled – she was close to the edge. Sucking her clit into my mouth once again, I slipped my fingers inside her, stretching her in the process.
With her climax imminent, I pulled my fingers out of her and licked them slowly. She whimpered, toppling back to the floor. I didn’t want her coming in my mouth. This time, my dick would take her to completion. Sitting back on my haunches, I feasted my eyes on the woman lying on her back before me, her reddish-brown hair splayed around her enraptured face, her hard nipples pointing at the ceiling, and her opening glistening with arousal.
But her face… her stunning heart-shaped face enthralled me. High cheekbones framed a slightly upturned dainty nose. Her big, amber eyes darkened by desire, shone like liquid gold. And her lips… those luscious, pouty lips had made me come harder than I’ve ever had. I’d never felt such ravenous hunger for another woman.
“Time for me to fuck you, my little pet.”
Her wary eyes fell to my hand as it freed my cock from my leather trousers and gave it a couple of strokes. She drew in a shuddering breath and held onto my shoulders when I leaned over her. There was something strangely erotic about getting ready to fuck a naked woman while fully dressed. With a swipe of my knees, I parted her legs wider. I reveled in my power over her, this woman who had dismissed me, humiliated me. Now she would writhe under me, scream for me. When I placed the tip of my cock at her slit, she tensed.
“Relax,” I said in a commanding tone.
She jumped at the sharpness of my voice and breathed in through her mouth. I wanted to ram my cock inside her, but damaging her wasn’t my goal. She would be punished and humiliated as she had me, until my honor and that of my clan was restored. You didn’t maim such beautiful woman. I had plans for her.