by Ivy Barrett
“Wait,” Amadi called.
Mal Ton paused. “What’s wrong?”
“Don’t let her come. She doesn’t have permission and this is a punishment, not a reward.”
Mal Ton turned her toward him, his passion-bright gaze boring into hers. “You naughty little slut. If I’d known you liked being spanked this much, I’d have bent you over my knees a long time ago.”
“I don’t like it,” she snapped. “That’s ridiculous.”
“Really?” He eased his hand between her thighs and shoved two fingers deep inside her. “Then why are you so fucking wet?”
“Enough.” Amadi waited until Mal Ton removed his fingers and stepped back before he went on, “We’re a bit off track and I don’t want her misbehavior to change the direction of this lesson.” He motioned toward the wall behind her. “Turn on the sprayer and wet her down. Each session usually starts with a shower. This relaxes everyone and establishes intimacy. Until your female is willing to cooperate, you’ll have to bathe her.”
“Not a problem.” Mal Ton reached behind her and activated the shower.
Warm water streamed out of a handheld sprayer. She refocused her mind as he rinsed his body, but all too soon his attention shifted to her. After saturating her hair, he teased her breasts. Tiny jets of water stimulated her nipples and areolas as he moved the sprayer in a circular pattern.
“That’s enough!” Her nipples puckered and tingles trailed across her skin congregating between her thighs. She arched away, but he simply followed her movements with the sprayer. “I showered this morning.”
“Relax, love. That’s what this is all about. Your body is capable of so much more than you’ve allowed yourself to feel.”
“Lorelle will be the focus of this first session. Do you have any objections?”
“Not at all.” Mal Ton continued to arouse her with the sprayer. “That’s why I brought her here.” He migrated from her breast to her belly, then around to her back and finally her still tender ass. The pressurized water accented the heat and intensified the sting, making her restless and agitated.
“I object! There is nothing wrong with—” Amadi pinched her nipple just hard enough to make her gasp.
“You cannot learn until you open your mind to new experiences.”
Mal Ton returned the spray to her front, sweeping the water up and down her torso, reaching lower with each pass. Lorelle clenched her teeth and turned her face to the side. Should she fight the sensations or let herself come? Could she maintain her shift while her body spiraled out of control? Mal Ton wasn’t giving her much choice.
The tiny jets pulsed against her clit for just a second then Mal Ton angled the water lower, tantalizing her folds with the liquid rush. She moaned, instinctively tightening her inner muscles against the sensual barrage.
“You’re tensing.” Amadi rolled one of her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. She glanced at him and realized the significance of the caress. If she didn’t relax and accept the stimulation, he’d pinch her again.
“Does the lesson end when I come?”
“No. But you’ll be one step closer to freedom.” He took the sprayer from Mal Ton’s hand. “Caress her for as long as you like. She has no choice but to accept your touch.”
Turning to the wall dispenser, he coated his palms then slid his soapy hands down one of her upraised arms, across her chest, and up the other side. She shivered and goosebumps broke out across her skin.
Mal Ton eased into her mind, soothing her anxiety and reinforcing her shift while his hands worshiped her body. Amadi warmed her legs with the sprayer while Mal Ton explored her torso. His slippery hands glided across her breasts and over her shoulders, never staying in one place for long.
Desire uncoiled within her, making her head spin. Her nipples heated, her pussy melted, and her ass throbbed, anticipating his next move. He circled her slowly, dragging his fingertips across her ribs then down her spine and into the crack between her red ass cheeks.
“You are so beautiful.” Mal Ton’s voice hitched and his rough tone made her heart flutter. He followed her deep crease into the warmth between her thighs. His fingers brushed across her folds as he cupped her breast with the other hand.
“Tease her any way you like,” Amadi coached, “but don’t give her your cock. She has to earn that privilege.”
Insolent pup. Does he really think he knows more than I do about giving you pleasure? His fingers gently parted her folds while his thumb slid back and pressed against her anus. Open, waiting yet denied, her body longed for penetration, longed for his penetration.
Just play along. She could scarcely think beyond the throbbing he accented. He doesn’t know who you are.
Mal Ton circled her opening twice then removed his hand from between her thighs. She wiggled back against him, trying to recapture the caress. Instead he rubbed against her back and cupped her breasts with both hands. His cock pressed lengthwise into her bottom crease, the thick shaft an undeniable promise of the pleasures awaiting her.
“Do you feel that?” Passion made his voice harsh and hoarse.
“Give it to me. Fuck me hard while I’m still chained like this.” The urgency in her voice was genuine. She’d had no idea how stimulating helplessness could be.
He plucked her nipples and rocked against her while his teeth scraped the side of her neck. Amadi ceased to exist. The room fell away until all she felt was Mal Ton and the demanding emptiness of her own body.
“Are you willing to obey?” Mal Ton rolled her nipples, pushing the sensation right to the trembling edge of pain.
“Yes. Fuck me now and I’ll do whatever you say.”
He chuckled and covered her breasts with his palms, abrading her sensitive nipples with his palms. “Closer, but not good enough.” He pulled back and bent his knees. Hot and hard, his shaft slid between her legs, parting her folds until he came to rest against her entrance.
She shivered. Her hands clenched tight and her core pulsed, empty and eager for his fullness. His mouth opened against the side of her neck, electrifying her senses with firm suction and tender nips.
Amadi swept the water from hip to hip then targeted her clit with a slow up and down motion. Prickly sensations gathered in her pussy. She squeezed her eyes shut and concentrated on maintaining the changes in her appearance. Mal Ton moved his arm to circle her waist. More of his energy flowed into her, calming her and stabilizing her shift.
She relaxed against him, welcoming the rush of heat and escalating tension. The first flutters of her orgasm rippled through her core and Amadi pulled the sprayer back.
“What did I do wrong?” she cried as the pleasure dissipated. “I thought you wanted me to come.”
“I’m not your master. Your orgasms belong to him.”
“Then tell him to fuck me! This is cruel.”
With his arm still banding her waist and his cock throbbing between her thighs, Mal Ton reached down with his free hand and carefully pulled on her swollen clit. Pleasure burst so suddenly Lorelle screamed. Hard, clenching spasms gripped her body and her knees buckled.
For a breathless instant nothing existed but the pleasure. Reality dimmed as she trembled in his arms. His clever fingers prolonged the sensations and lights danced before her eyes.
Sweet, possessive passion flowed into her mind. The thread of smug satisfaction made her smile. He was good and he knew it. She couldn’t really blame him for his arrogance when her body was still tingling from a staggering release.
A warm chuckle drew her back from the velvet lethargy. “You have some skill, I see.” Amadi crossed his arms over his chest and looked at Mal Ton with renewed interest. “Her response was reluctant yet powerful and you are obviously ready for our intermediate class.”
She felt Mal Ton stiffen against her back. Intermediate class? I should be training the trainers.
This isn’t about you, my love. Reinforce your role.
A t
elepathic grumble was his only response.
“I’m supposed to lead a group session at the Autumn Den this afternoon. Would you be interested in accompanying me?”
Lorelle licked her lips and tried not to react to the offer. Could it really be this easy?
It’s too damn easy. Mal Ton echoed her concern. But I don’t see that we have a choice. He stepped out from behind her as Amadi turned off the sprayer. “I’m too possessive for a group session.”
“Client interaction is strictly voluntary. No one will touch her but you or me if I felt something needed to be demonstrated. Somehow I don’t think that will be a problem.”
“I’m not sure she’s ready for more. Maybe we better stick with—”
“She’s ready. None of the other trainers will allow you to advance this quickly. You can ride with me to the other facility and we’ll continue our lesson.”
Mal Ton’s shoulders tensed, but his expression didn’t change. “I’d prefer to meet you there. I think we need to talk about what’s happened so far.”
“She doesn’t need to talk, she needs to feel. If we don’t continue, our progress will be lost.”
“What about our ship?”
“Someone will shuttle you back after the session.”
Pausing for a long introspective moment, Mal Ton finally nodded. “We can’t break through her defenses if I’m not willing to trust you.”
“Good. I’ll let Mistress Effie know there’s been a change of plans.” He opened a compartment in the adjacent wall and tossed Mal Ton a set of simple handcuffs. “You may dress, but I want her to remain naked.”
“I am not parading around naked!”
“You will do whatever your master wishes you to do. I had intended on bringing you a cloak, but I’ll leave the decision up to him. Do you need assistance preparing her?”
“No. We’ll be ready when you return.”
Amadi’s gaze lingered on Lorelle for a moment then he left the room.
Chapter Nine
Every instinct in Keller’s suspicious nature jarred to high alert as General Bryson stepped out of the nondescript shuttle. Bryson had been Chancellor Howyn’s henchman for far too long for Keller to take his defection seriously. The clearing was barely discernable from the air. Without exact coordinates and a reason to look, no one would notice two random ships well away from the bustling heart of Sanctum.
Bryson blamed his change of heart on Howyn’s ruthless use of one of his lesser wives and the chancellor’s continual refusal to reward his years of loyalty. The motivation was believable enough. Still, Keller couldn’t silence his qualms.
“What was so important?” Keller demanded. “Howyn is watching me like a hawk.”
The general’s brow arched in response to the statement. “He’s more suspicious than you realize, Max.”
Keller grabbed his upper arm and sneered. “Shut the fuck up. Someone could have followed me.”
“Then you’re not half as clever as you claim.” Bryson jerked his arm out of Keller’s grasp and smiled. “I just helped evacuate the old Pirautial estate.”
“What?” He raked his hair with both hands as tension twisted through his gut. “How the hell did Howyn find them?”
“Your guess is as good as mine. Bribed one of your guards? Followed someone who wasn’t paying attention? Take your pick.”
This couldn’t be happening. First Fane and Mal Ton snatch the most promising humans right out from under his nose and now he’d lost three more to Howyn. “Where did you take them?”
“That’s the really wonderful part.” Bryson pulled on the sleeve of his shirt, looking out of place in civilian clothing. “Howyn’s private guard took off with our reluctant guests and said not a word to me. The only reason Howyn had me there was to rub my face in how far I’ve fallen. A few weeks ago I would have led the raid.”
“Goddamn it!” Keller kicked at the dirt, a poor substitute for the violent images dancing through his imagination. “Has he figured out who I am?”
“If he hasn’t, it’s only a matter of time. Can any of those women identify you?”
He shook his head. “The only two who saw my face are with Effie.”
“I say you cut your losses before this crashes down around both of us. Howyn has what he needs. You’ve lost your bargaining power.”
Nothing had gone right since he’d decided to make his move against Fane. His attack on Howyn’s transport had been meant to force the ship to land, not crash it into the side of a mountain. Both Howyn and Fane had humans now. Bryson was right. It was time for a new strategy.
“If you’re going to have contact with them—even if it’s only long enough to dispose of them—you’ll need one of these.” Bryson held out an injector.
“What is it?”
“I’m not exactly sure. All I know is Howyn had everyone who went on the mission inoculated before we left and the women were inoculated before they were moved. Something about human physiology interfering with the counteragent.”
He took the injector out of Bryson’s hand and studied the elongated cylinder. “Do you have more than one?”
“Why?”
“There are others on my team who will need it.”
Keller watched the general closely, searching for any sign of deception.
“Doctor Myer gave me a fistful of them. You’re welcome to what was left.” A calculative gleam flashed in his gaze as he turned toward his shuttle.
Doctor Myer! Of course Cassie was right in the middle of this. But was she preventing another epidemic or doing her father’s dirty work?
* * *
Mal Ton pulled on his pants and boots before he approached Lorelle. They’re probably watching us, so don’t be too cooperative.
“I hate you,” she said while her blue gaze caressed his face.
“Shall I fuck you before we leave?” He cupped the back of her neck with one hand and covered her sex with the other. “I don’t think all this is water.” He slipped his middle finger between her slick folds. “I should have restrained you weeks ago. I had no idea how much you’d like it. And that spanking. I can’t believe it almost made you come.”
He pressed his mouth over hers, using the kiss to conceal their telepathic communication. There’s no doubt this is a trap. Fane will follow us to the Autumn Den, but we can’t reveal ourselves until we have the humans in sight.
How will Fane know what’s going on? What if they don’t take us out through the main entrance? She wiggled and moaned, her inner muscles snug around his finger.
Fane knows already. He gentled the kiss and saturated her being with energy. Your skin keeps flushing pink as your excitement mounts. A true Gehinna’s skin deepens to smoky blue. If you can’t manage that, just maintain one color.
Stop turning me on. He pulled back and she used her hair to hide her smile.
Easier said than done when I want you this badly. He rubbed against her to demonstrate.
Through sheer force of will, he reined in his desire and took her face between his hands. “You are mine to enjoy any way I want. You will obey or suffer the consequences.”
Her chin came up at his autocratic tone then understanding calmed her sudden surge of anger. “Just because you get me hot doesn’t mean you own me. Don’t let this go to your head. Men line up for the chance to fuck a full-blooded Gehinna. I can replace you with the snap of my fingers.”
“If you don’t adjust your attitude soon, you’ll be putting that claim to the test.” He unfastened the shower restraint from around one of her wrists and replaced it with the handcuff. With quick, intentional movements, he freed her other wrist and drew her hands together in front of her. Before she could cause trouble, he pushed her to her knees. “I want your word that you’ll not try to escape and you’ll cooperate until the afternoon session ends.”
She raised her bound hands and glared at him. “What choice do I have?”
“I know you b
etter than that. You could work your way out of those cuffs and head out the door almost as fast as I could. I don’t want to force this on you. I want you to give it a chance.”
“Fine,” she huffed out the word, and averted her face.
“That didn’t sound very sincere. Try again.”
“I promise to obey you—for today only.”
“All right. Lean forward.” After a tense pause she lowered her hands to the floor and flipped her hair out of her face, watching his approach. Her ankles were still connected to the shower base, opening her, offering her most intimate flesh for his pleasure. He stepped down into the shower area and traced a path from her nape to the crack between her pink ass cheeks. Pausing to explore one silky curve, he eventually worked his way into her warm folds. “You’re still hot and slick. Shall I fuck you with my fingers?”
“Whatever pleases you.” Sarcasm made her voice sound brittle.
Where the hell was their illustrious trainer? Mal Ton wanted Amadi to walk in before this got too far. He slowly pushed his middle finger into her pussy. A shiver passed down his spine as her inner muscles embraced him. “Are you this hot for any man, or do you want me as much as I want you?”
“Any long, hard cock will get the job done. Yours just happens to be longer and harder than most.”
Jealous hunger surged inside him and Mal Ton gritted his teeth. She was playing her part, nothing more. What was wrong with him? He added a second finger and thrust faster, determined to ignore the pressure building in his groin.
The door slid open so he brought his hand down across her ass. “You will crave my cock and only my cock or you will never come again!”
Amadi grabbed Mal Ton’s wrist as he prepared to spank her again. “Punishment is a useful motivation when she has earned it. It is your responsibility to make her crave your cock. By putting her pleasure above your own you will show her that you are the only man who can satisfy her. Threats are seldom effective.”