Unsure how that was going to work, she simply obeyed. She let go of Jexton’s shoulders and Indel guided her down. She had to drop her head backward and take him in upside down, but they quickly found an angle that worked for all three. She couldn’t really move in the strange position. She just surrendered and let her masters use her more than willing body. Soon pleasure hummed through her and reality blurred until there was only the three of them and the intense emotions weaving together, making them whole.
The End
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Finding Sitra by Jane Henry
Chapter One
Cy
I never needed a mindless fuck so bad. One month after half my fleet was annihilated on Sargotha, a full year after I’d buried my best friend, I was still reeling from the losses. I knew where I wanted to go. It was the one place where I could completely forget about everything for just one night.
I parked my ship, cut communications with the flick of a switch, and sat in the quiet for a moment. The vibrant glittering lights of the disc-shaped Paragon lit up the night sky better than when the four moons were full. The Paragon was the most luxurious, expensive brothel in all of Sargotha. This was where the politicians came. The kings, billionaires, royalty, the elite of the galaxy. Sergeants at arms, like me.
“Come to us,” it seemed to beckon. I needed little coaxing.
When I pushed the door open, those inside fell to the side, giving me wide berth. As a native Sargothian, I towered over the refugees and immigrants who had come here from other countries. They were all so much smaller than the seven-foot natives.
“Welcome, Sergeant,” came a pleasant voice to my left. I turned to look in that direction and had to look down to see a small pink-haired head. Not much higher than the podium from where she stood, the Paragon hostess Madam Nella grinned at me, her pen poised over a notebook.
“A room for the night,” I ordered. Nella had changed her hair color since the last time I saw her, her short, spiky locks now a vibrant, nearly glowing pink. Though her complexion and thin figure were that of a younger woman, I knew she was several decades my senior, having acquired her younger looks with laser enhancement and powerful Sargothian elixirs.
My voice carried over the blaring music. She raised an eyebrow to me, shamelessly raking her eyes over my body. “You are aware, Sergeant, that a room for the night in addition to an evening with one of my girls carries a significant extra fee?”
I nodded, frowning at her. I knew exactly what I was coming for. This was not my first trip here and she knew that. “I’m aware.”
She smiled then, a wicked clean light in her eyes. “We’re running a special tonight, Sergeant,” she said. “In addition to the room, and services provided by one of my girls, we can also make sure that you have full supply of dragon’s nettle and vapors. Are you interested in any of these accoutrements?”
I shook my head once. I liked to stay sober during my visits, maintaining complete control.
Leaning in, she whispered in a low, seductive purr, “I’ll have your room set up the way you like it.”
One quick nod to confirm. She knew I wanted ring hooks on the bedposts, new restraints, and a room far enough away that no one would hear the screams of pleasure and pain.
Anticipation curled in my gut like smoke rising from embers. She leaned in and beckoned for me to get closer, so close I could almost see her natural earthling features, now well hidden under Sargothian manipulation.
“Sergeant,” she said. “You know...” She looked over her shoulder before looking back at me. “Though it’s... slightly against our normal protocol, if you ever wanted to experiment with someone who has a little more experience, just say the word.”
Then she had the nerve to actually wink at me. I barely contained my repulsion. Old enough to be my mother, she’d slept with everyone on my fleet. The woman also didn’t have a submissive bone in her body.
“I’d prefer to keep our relationship on a professional level,” I said, dismissing her with a turn of my head.
“Naturally,” she said, though her tone grew icy. “I quite understand, Sergeant, just remember that the offer still stands.” And she snapped her fingers at an employee in the shadows, quickly masking her disappointed annoyance and resuming the professional air once again. “Right this way, please.”
As we walked briskly, I looked down at the visitors who danced under glowing crystal orbs, members entwined together on the expansive couches, large native Sargothians and smaller earthlings, unabashedly groping each other as the room flashed silver and gold.
Halls turned into narrower passageways as we headed toward the private rooms. Like most large institutions on Sargotha, the outside appearance of the place made it seem much smaller than the inside, geometric patterns creating an optical illusion of a compact place rather than the sprawling brothel it was. The wings on either side of the main area were invisible from the outside, appearing only to those inside, as if the rooms magically appeared. The design was made to impress visitors, lending an air of mystique to the building’s design. We walked and walked until finally, we came to a dark, narrow passageway.
Madam Nella smiled at me over her shoulder. “Enjoy yourself, Sergeant.” She handed me a ring. “You know how to use this. It will release any restraints and allow you access to locked toys, as well as unlock or lock the room for you. You will find your lady of the evening waiting for you. I thank you for your repeated patronage.” She shot me a smug look before she stepped into a transport door. The silver door slid into place, and she was gone.
I briefly entertained the thought of taking her up on her offer of a one-night stand, just so I could have a chance to tie her up and whip her ass.
When I pushed open the door to the room, I was once again struck with the expanse of it. Worth every penny. I quickly glazed over the sprawling bed, the bench on the side of the room fitted with straps and padding, the large, sturdy O-rings attached to the bedposts, and the arsenal of implements that waited to be palmed, stroked, and wielded, as my eyes fell on the girl who waited for me in the corner.
She sat on a vanity stool, her eyes cast down, hands in her lap. She’d been instructed by her superiors, and knew I expected full submission. Her long, wavy hair still colored a vintage chocolate brown caught my interest. I’d enjoy fisting that hair. With her back to me, I could only see her profile—a full bust tightly cinched in a leather corset, curving out to vivacious hips. I swallowed, my mouth suddenly dry.
Fuck, she was gorgeous, but something was vaguely familiar... something off. Though my cock already pushed against the fabric of my uniform, and I could feel my body’s temperature shift with arousal, instinct warned me. This was not right. Had I been with her before? Hell, no. I’d remember this one. Then what was it? Why did my mind tell me to turn away even as my feet moved toward her of their own accord, as if I were drugged? I could not stop myself from drawing closer to her.
“Look at me.” My voice rang loud and clear in the quiet room, like a crack of thunder. She started and obeyed, turning her body toward me. And when her eyes met mine, the heat of arousal grew cold.
Shit. I’d know those eyes anywhere. I’d looked into those eyes when I’d delivered the news of our ship’s demise. As the friend closest to the surviving family members, I’d been the one to tell Sitra that her brother was dead. I groaned as I looked once more into the shocked, lust-filled eyes of my best friend’s sister.
Chapter Two
Sitra
Oh, shit. This was not happening.
I’d told Nella I’d work for her under the one condition that she never pair me with a native Sargothian, because I knew this would happen. That some day, I’d find myself staring into the eyes of someone I knew. I expected a former professor, or a medical attendant, but not him.
Fuckity fuck fuck. Standing before me, like some kind of archaic Viking or something, stood Cy Brak. My brother’s best friend. The man I’d had a crush on since before I came of age.
I could see in the past year since I’d seen him last, the night he’d delivered the news of my family’s deaths, that he’d come into maturity, a slower process since Sargothian blood flowed in his veins. He was older than I was, but it was the first time I’d seen him with the mature features of a Sargothian male adult—the small, hardened horns on either side of his head, his wide, muscled shoulders tight under the thin fabric of his uniform, his large, strong hands anchored on his hips, head shaved as was custom for military commanders.
If he wasn’t looking at me as if he wanted to hurt me, I’d have been attracted to him.
Fuck, who was I kidding. I could hardly form a thought.
His keen green eyes narrowed on me, his firm jaw set. I’d felt his heat—indicative of arousal—when he first came in the room, but at the first sight of me, it had vanished. Now, heat flared again. Sargothian emotions, unlike those of the earthlings, translated into rapid temperature shifts.
“Sitra Leikt.” His deep voice made me turn away before he spoke again. “Look at me.”
I shook my head. I could not. I would not. He did not need to know that I was poverty-stricken after my family’s death. Though they’d left me with a house and assets, the government had come not one month later to claim what they said was owed them. Taxes on the land, they had said. I had no money to hire legal assistance. They took everything. I’d tried many jobs in the past year, but none lasted. I’d found myself just one month earlier homeless, broken, and desperate. Madam Nella had found me. She’d been like a mother to me, but I’d only just begun to see that it had all been a ploy to lure me to her brothel. With my curves and innocence, I was a hot commodity. What had I done that she’d brought this man to me?
“I said look at me,” he repeated, his voice sterner this time, commanding.
I shook my head again. “This was a mistake,” I whispered. “Go away, Cy. I don’t want to see you. I can’t do this with you.”
“For fuck’s sake, Sitra, look at me now.”
“No! Leave me!”
The temperature of the room rose to sweltering as he fumed, my only warning the quick slap of his shoe on the floor right before he lifted me straight up out of the chair to standing in front of him. I closed my eyes. He could make me stand in front of him but I would not look at him. I felt his hand on my chin, turning my face to look at him, but still I squeezed my eyes shut.
“I said look at me.”
I shook my head. Without another sound, I felt him push me over his knee before he delivered a blistering smack to my nearly naked ass. My eyes flew open. “Cy!”
“You fucking look at me,” he said. Sweat pricked my forehead from his heat, he was so angry. “Look away again, and I’ll take you across my knee for real.”
He stared at me, making sure I listened. Humbled, and fucking turned on despite really, really not wanting to be, I nodded.
“You know the rules, Sitra. That door is locked. You can push the emergency button to open it, but you do that without good cause and she’ll dock your pay.”
He was right. Fuck. He likely had a key but wouldn’t use it.
“Sit,” he ordered, pointing to the bench that sat to the side of the table. My ass still stinging, I obeyed. Cy was a man of his word. If he threatened to punish me unless I did what he said, then I wanted no part of that.
“You tell me why you’re here,” he ordered, crossing his arms on his chest and standing in front of me. I shivered at the intensity of his gaze.
“I had no money,” I said. “I lost everything after the accident. The government claimed my property and my parents’ assets. Seems my dad heavily borrowed money in the transport during our immigration, planning on investing and paying them back, but he never did. I tried four different jobs, but none made enough to pay off the debt. One month ago I found myself on the street, with nowhere to go, and Madam Nella found me.” I turned away, my voice dropping. “And the rest is history.”
“History, my ass,” he said. “And you didn’t come to me why?” His hand grasped my chin again, pulling me so that I had to look at him.
“Go to you?” I asked, shaking my head in disbelief. “I had no idea where you were. For all I knew, you were off in another galaxy, fighting some other battle.”
He looked away, his jaw set, and he blinked hard before he turned back to me. “You’re done here,” he said. “Tonight, I won’t touch you. You’ll sleep, and in the morning when the door unlocks, you’ll come with me.”
“Go with you?” I asked in disbelief, as anger made me ready to lose my mind.
“Go with me,” he repeated. “Away from this godforsaken place. You think I’m leaving you here?” He turned his back away from me and shook his head, going over to the bed and sitting down. I blinked as he began to remove his shoes.
“You’re not taking me away,” I said, my voice trembling. For the first time in months, I had money, a roof over my head, and food to eat. I stalked over to where he sat, frowning, removing his second shoe. “You have no right to do that. You left me to pursue whatever the hell it was that you and my brother needed, and when Zaedan died, you didn’t come back.”
My voice broke, as the hurt he’d inflicted surfaced, and with it, my anger. His lips pursed in a grim line and he lined up his shoes next to the bed. “Get ready for bed, Sitra.”
“No. I’m not fucking going to bed!” How could he judge me like this? How could he? “You have no idea what it’s like not knowing where your next meal is coming from. How would you? And how can you just sit there and not even have the decency to look at me?”
The heat coming from him was my only warning. Sweat trickled down my face and between my breasts, my breath catching in my throat with the sweltering feel of it. I ran a hand over my forehead, as Cy pushed himself off the bed and stood to his full height. Still, I couldn’t stop the onslaught of furious words, pent up from grief and misery, now let loose.
“Do you think you’re too good for me? You came here for a quick fuck tonight, and then when you saw it was your friend’s kid sister all of a sudden you didn’t give a shit anymore? You paid good money for me.”
I looked up at him though it hurt to lean back the way I did. He towered over me, heat coming in waves.
“You don’t even want to touch me?” I asked, walking over to him and poking an angry finger in his chest. He barely flinched.
“Stop it,” he said in a low growl.
“No.” I shook my head from side to side. I’d had quite enough. “You said that you wanted someone for tonight? Now you’ve got me. And you think I’m some kid? Well, let me tell you something. If you opened your eyes wide enough to see you’d see that this is not the body of a little girl.” Grief and anger pushed me to desperation. I grabbed myself to show to him like some half-crazed lunatic. I’d taken a heavy hit of dragon’s nettle before he came, which made it increasingly difficult to control my reaction. I always did. And under the influence, it was nearly impossible to control my anger. But the loss of my family had destroyed me, and Cy just brought it all back. I needed more, needed to feel the numb tingle the nettle gave me, to relax the building tension across my chest, the pounding in my temples.
I turned from him, stepped over to the dresser, took out my inhaler, and pulled hard on the nettle, the potent vapor immediately calming me. The shaking slowed, but a second later I nearly dropped the inhaler when Cy shouted behind me.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” He forcibly snapped it from my hands,
throwing it to the floor and grinding it under his foot.
“What am I doing? Dealing with a customer who is too fucking good for me. You chose a room stocked with nettle, then have the nerve to take it away from me?”
I turned away from him. not even wanting to look at him anymore. “Fine, you want to go to bed? Go then. I’m fine here without you. And you just wasted a day’s worth of wages destroying the nettle.” I shook my head from side to side, and reached for another one.
“I told her I didn’t want any,” he growled.
“Oh, yeah?” I said as I filled the hollow tube. “I told her I wouldn’t sleep with a native Sargothian. So I guess she screwed us both over, didn’t she?”
He glared at the vapor and took the second one in his hand.
“You know what, Sitra?” he asked, as his fingers wrapped around my wrist, and he tugged me toward the bed. “I take it back. You’re right. I did pay for this room and for your services, didn’t I?”
“Well, I’m not sure exactly what you mean,” I began, my voice shaking a bit, as I suddenly become very aware of how big he was, how hot it was in this room, and I got a bit lightheaded as his tone went from furious to low and sinister. He was so... huge. And powerful. I suddenly regretted my display of anger and bravado.
And he was pissed.
He brought me over to the bed, lifted me bodily up, and planted me face down.
“Stay there,” he ordered.
“Cy!” I couldn’t help but protest a little. Goddamn me and my stupid mouth. “What are you doing?”
“Getting my money’s worth,” he said. “You move a fucking muscle, and I’ll whip your ass for you. Got it? Plenty of tools to do it here, Sitra.”
Fucking hell. I went to move and met with a wall of hot, solid resistance as he frowned down at me. “Try me, Sitra.”
I froze, regretting the way I’d talked to him. He was the only one I had left and yeah, I was pissed at him, and I hated that he’d found me like this, willing to sell myself for money, but he was the only one of the old guard, the one who knew me, and it didn’t make sense for me to push him away.
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