Rees

by Allyson James

  His cock was hurting now. He shifted the whip and pulled off his tunic then his loincloth. His cock stood straight out, throbbing and dark.

  Gods, he wanted her pussy. It was wet and lubed and waiting for him.

  “Spread your legs,” he said.

  She moved them apart, bare toes gripping the soft floor covering.

  He stepped behind her, rubbed his cock against her waiting opening. He lifted her around the waist, slid her up his body, then down onto his cock.

  Her pussy closed around him. She braced herself against the wall, her head thrown back. Her bound hair brushed his shoulder.

  He held her tight with one arm, caressed her with his whip with the other hand. Her cunt sucked him in all the way, big as he was.

  He wished he had a mirror so that he could see his engorged cock pushing up into her. He’d see his balls tight and lifted, the red curls of her pussy closing around his stem.

  Rees bent his head, kissed her neck. “You’re sweet, baby. You take my cock good.”

  She made a little noise in her throat. Her eyes were closed, her face flushed.

  The chains fell against him, cool on his burning flesh.

  He was way too hot. His heart was pounding. Sweat dripped down his back.

  He shot his seed into her before he was even close to being ready. “That’s not good,” he said. “I wanted more of you.”

  She made a whimpering sound. “I’m sorry.”

  “I know you are, little girl.”

  He slid her off his wet cock. Her knees nearly buckled, but he hauled her to her feet with the collar chain.

  He smoothed the coil of whip under her chin. “Do you want more, sweet Talan?”

  She drew a breath, and nodded.

  “Are you sure?” he whispered in her ear. “You must be hurting.”

  “Yes,” she said. “I want it.”

  She did want it, he could feel it. She hadn’t said that just because he told her to.

  Rees steadied her on her feet. He brought up his whip and slapped her with it five more times.

  He was shaking all over, his blood on fire. He could feel her pheromones and her excitement pouring over him, could even sense the hot sting when the whip came down.

  “Had enough, baby?” he asked. Please say no.

  “No, Rees. I want more.”

  “Then more is what you’ll get.” He whipped her six times in a row. She flinched at every stroke, her fingers trying to dig into the wall.

  “That must be enough, now,” he said.

  It took her a long time to answer. He waited, his cock swelling hard, still sticky from her come.

  “No, Rees, please. Do some more.” She could barely get the words out.

  He should stop. She wasn’t used to this.

  To hell with that.

  He whipped her another six times. On the last one, she screamed.

  The scream shot through him like a bullet. He breathed hard, sweating, his cock dying for her.

  Rees had never lost control before. The researchers had always watched him, half in fear, half in excitement, wondering what he’d do if he did.

  He’d paid them back by never losing control.

  This was different. This was Talan, the woman he’d fallen in love with.

  She’d done to him what all those scientists couldn’t. He’d lost himself in her. He held the whip, but she held the real power.

  He loved her.

  And he wanted her, bad.

  He snapped.

  “Run from me, Talan,” he said, with his last coherence.

  She turned to look at him, uncertain, her body damp with perspiration. Her eyes widened when she saw his face.

  “Too late,” he said. He grabbed her chain. “Oh, too late.”

  “What—?”

  “Get on your knees.”

  He shoved her down, and she dropped to her hands and knees. The silver globe he’d bought her swung between her breasts.

  He got to his knees behind her. Her ass was still slick with lube and he opened her hole with his finger.

  She squealed in protest.

  “Take it, baby. I’m getting you ready for my cock.”

  She looked over her shoulder, eyes wide.

  “Don’t move,” he said. “Don’t move at all.”

  She looked away, went rigid.

  He kept on playing with her asshole, stroking it and flooding her with soothing endorphins. He dampened her mind to turn aside everything but warm need.

  Her hole relaxed and opened. He took his finger out.

  She whimpered. “No, do it some more.”

  “No, sweetheart. What you get is this.”

  He pressed his cock onto her ass and pushed it all the way in.

  The lube made everything slick and easy. But she was tight, tight, tight. Even through his mind-numbing, she screamed.

  He rode her, pushing his cock into her tight little hole.

  He’d never felt anything like it. He lost all thought but the feeling of her squeezing him. His vision went black, he couldn’t see anything.

  He could only smell her excited scent, could only hear her screams, could only feel her around him.

  It was like being inside her skin. He braced his hands on her back, shoving his cock in as hard as he could.

  She squealed and moaned. He heard other moans too, which must be his.

  He wished Rio was there. He could watch her suck Rio while Rees fucked and fucked her.

  Her mouth would be full of Rio’s cock, and then of his come.

  Her ass would be full of Rees.

  He came, and filled her. His cock was too tight to want to leave. He fucked her some more, ignoring her cries.

  He filled her again, and still he rocked into her, his cock hardening instantly. How much come did he have? He didn’t know.

  He was the ultimate Sha reem. A level three, times ten.

  No one had ever known the extent of what he could do. He was learning now.

  He came a third time. He jerked back, letting his cock slide out of her ass.

  As soon as he released her, she fell to the floor, panting.

  He should stop, a voice whispered. She was an innocent, she couldn’t take it.

  He hauled her up by the chain, positioned her again.

  “No,” she moaned. “Whip me, Rees, please.”

  That’s what he wanted to hear. Her begging him to do everything to her he wanted to.

  He grabbed the chain, dragged her to her feet.

  His heart beat faster than it ever had in his life. His face was scalding hot, like his cock. He felt like he was going to die.

  “Rees?” Talan reached up, chain clinking, and touched his face. “Are you all right?”

  Her hand was ice cold against his skin.

  He’d whipped her and fucked her ass and made her his slave, and she was concerned about him.

  Don’t worry about me, baby , he wanted to say.

  An animal-like growl came out of his throat instead.

  “Rees?”

  He shoved her face-first toward the wall. She put her hands on it obediently, spread her legs. He’d trained her well.

  He whipped her ten times. She screamed, loud and shrill.

  Rees couldn’t breathe. He dropped the whip. His body temperature had soared. A normal man, even a Sha reem, would be dead by now.

  He staggered into the bathroom. The lights politely came on for him.

  He looked around at the sterilizers and swore. No water in sight. He thought of the cool bathroom in another part of the house, the one laid out like a mountain stream. He needed that. He dropped to his knees. He’d never make it down there in time.

  Talan came in, the chain making music. “Rees?”

  “Get away from me,” he snarled.

  She took a step back, uncertain.

  He still wanted her. His cock tasted her, and he felt that taste in his mouth. “Let me drink you.”

  “Rees—”

 
He got her on the floor. The tile was cool and looked like marble. It was cold against his skin but couldn’t soothe him.

  He spread her thighs, dipped his tongue into her wet cunt. He licked and licked, lapping her come. It was hot and salty. He loved it.

  She was writhing and moaning. He licked the inside of her thigh.

  He needed to stop. He’d die if he didn’t stop.

  He crawled away from her, rested against the cold pseudo-marble wall.

  She sat up, naked and wreathed in chains, her hair coming down. Her breasts moved with her breath, and her nipples were tight and dark. Dark red curls creased the split that was her cunt.

  “Get Rio,” he gasped.

  “What?”

  “Do it. Get him on the com.” Rees used the last control he had to soften her mind to him again. “If he’s not at home, try Judith’s bar.”

  “Rees—” She started to crawl toward him.

  “No.” He held his arms out, like he was pushing her away. The black chain on his arm was so much colder than his skin that it hissed. “Tell Rio I need him.”

  She watched him a moment longer, her red lips parted.

  Then she nodded—good girl—and darted back into the sitting room. The door hissed shut, the bathroom set up to give him privacy if he needed to use the necessary. It was a well-bred room.

  Rees lay against the wall, gasping for breath, lonelier than he’d ever been in his enhanced Sha reem life.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Rio was not at home. He was at Judith’s bar. Judith said nothing about the collar around Talan’s throat when she answered, but left to get Rio.

  Rio’s handsome, swarthy face filled the screen. His blue eyes lit when he saw her.

  “Talan. You look gorgeous in chains. I knew you would.”

  Talan knew Rio could only see her in the monitor from the neck up, but she blushed. “Rio,” she said hurriedly. “Rees says he needs you.”

  One dark brow went up. “Did he? Tell him I don’t swing that way.”

  “He isn’t joking.” She drew a breath, trying to quell her shaking. Her butt hurt from Rees’ whip, but she didn’t care. “Something’s wrong.”

  Rio seemed to catch the seriousness in her voice. “What did he do?”

  “Nothing, but he’s…” She hesitated, then decided to throw everything to the wind. “I found out his real name.”

  Rio stared at her, all humor draining from his face.

  She leaned forward, whispered, “R294E8S.”

  “Shit.” Rio reached for the com switch. “I’ll be right there.”

  The screen went dark. Talan sat for a moment. Rio was worried. That made Talan worried.

  Rees had growled at her, his voice losing its Sha reem smoothness. His eyes had gone entirely blue, the whites disappearing.

  His skin had flushed, becoming as stingingly hot as hers where he’d whipped it. She’d felt his heartbeat against her back, so fast she could barely separate each beat.

  She’d insisted he was human, but no human could be like this and still be alive.

  It would take Rio about half an hour to reach Lady Pet’s, if he hurried. And then he’d have to convince Metri to let him in.

  Talan called downstairs to Metri and told him to expect another Sha reem.

  She imagined Metri rolling his eyes after she signed off.

  Rio would have to get the door open. Rees had wrenched off the manual override lever. There was another one on the other side. She should have told him that.

  She had no doubt he’d get in here somehow. Sha reem were amazingly resourceful.

  She padded back into the sitting room, stared at the bathroom door. It was quiet in there.

  Was he all right? With the marble tiles to soothe him and herself out of immediate reach, was he cooling off, calming down?

  Would he return to playful, smiling Rees? Or even to the Rees who’d whispered that he’d had the whip made specially after he’d met her? Her cream had started flowing fast when he’d said that.

  She’d been away from him maybe fifteen minutes, tracking down Rio and explaining to Metri.

  She put her ear to the door. She couldn’t hear anything within.

  She drew a breath, chewed on her lip. Then she reached forward and tapped open the door.

  No Rees.

  She stepped inside anxiously, scanning the creamy white bathroom.

  Rees crashed into her. She screamed as they landed on the tile floor, Rees on top of her.

  He hadn’t calmed down at all.

  She understood that as he forced her legs apart and plunged his giant cock inside her one more time.

  * * * * *

  Rio snapped off the com, gathered his things, slung his pack over his shoulder.

  “’Nite, babe,” he said to Judith.

  Judith turned from her customers, spoke in a low voice. “What’s wrong?”

  She wore a coverall open to the waist, showing the shadowy curves of her breasts. She always claimed she sold more drinks that way.

  “Rees is losing his mind,” Rio answered. “I’m going to help him find it again.”

  “Rees?”

  Rio nodded. Judith frowned, like she thought he was joking. “Are you leaving right now?”

  “No time like the present.” Rio was worried. He’d never seen Rees out of control before, but then Rees never put himself in situations in which he’d lose control.

  That was before Talan. Rio had seen the way Rees looked at her. Rees had never looked at a woman like that before, and Rio knew damn well what that meant.

  Rees, that coldhearted piece of Sha reem flesh, had fallen in love.

  She’ll break your heart, boy-o , he said silently.

  “Rio.” Judith wanted his attention.

  “What?”

  “There’s a sandstorm coming. I was about to shut the doors.”

  Rio grinned, patted Judith on the rear. “I’ll beat the sandstorm.” He touched the mask on his belt. “I have my breather. I’ll make it.”

  She walked him to the door. He chucked her under the chin. “I’ll come back and tell you all about it.”

  Her look turned annoyed. “No, you won’t. I’m still raw from the other day. When will I learn?”

  “You love me, Judith.”

  “Go away, Rio.”

  Rio winked at her, walked off into the night. The air had an extra hot bite to it, and the wind had picked up. It was going to be close.

  The sandstorm hit just before Rio reached the gate of Lady Petronella’s mansion. All over Richville, as he termed it, servants and masters were scuttling indoors, pulling down storm doors, shuttering windows.

  He saw the brown cloud hurtling at him down the wide avenue. He slipped his breath mask over his face just as the swirling winds hit.

  He jangled the bell of the mansion, then pounded on the gate. The sand and wind tore at him, trying to dislodge his breather. He hung onto the gate and banged again.

  Come on, no one leaves a man out in the storm.

  The gates opened suddenly, and he fell inside. The gate swung shut automatically, and everything went still.

  What the hell?

  He slid off his mask, looked up. They had a pressure canopy overhead, a force field that kept the storm out. Must be nice to be rich.

  Rio shook the sand out of his hair and approached the front door.

  The man who answered it was short, small, and had a trimmed beard. He looked wearily at Rio. “You’re the other Sha reem?”

  “In the flesh.”

  The majordomo stood aside with poor grace and let Rio into the storm-dimmed house.

  The hall was empty. A staircase climbed gracefully to the upper reaches, and a decorated grille concealed the lift.

  The majordomo ushered Rio into the lift and tapped the panel to take them up four levels.

  The lift eased to a halt, the force field whispered open. “This way, sir,” the man said as he led Rio down a wood-paneled corridor.

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p; Real wood, Rio realized as he brushed his fingertips over is. Probably brought from some off-world nursery.

  At the end of the short hall was an alcove with a door. The door was metal, painted with pleasant geometric designs in pastel shades.

  “Just here, sir,” the man indicated the door.

  He turned to leave, disapproval evident in the set of his shoulders.

  “Wait a minute,” Rio said. “You were made at DNAmo, right? The perfect class of servants.”

  The man stopped, turned. He looked at Rio a moment, then executed a bow. “Major-Domo, level five.”

  Rio grinned. “Brothers under the skin. Engineered to serve.”

  The man looked affronted. “I hardly think so.”

  “We were both concocted out of a jar. Me for sex, you to be stuffy.”

  The majordomo looked down his nose. “I turned out rather well, they said. Seven clones were made of me.”

  “Is that so? Good on you.”

  The little man bowed again, stuffiness oozing from him, swiveled on his soft-booted heels, and glided down the hall, leaving Rio to it.

  The locked door didn’t bother Rio. He knew about doors. He figured Rees would have fused it, so he opened the panel and cranked hard on the manual lever, his muscles working.

  Protesting, the door slid open halfway and stopped.

  Rio walked in. He found the lever Rees had discarded, stuck it in place on that side of the door, and wrenched the door closed.

  Outside the recessed window, the storm raged. The house was quiet, protected.

  He sniffed. People had been having very concentrated sex in these rooms. The air was heavy with it.

  Rio stashed his pack and his breather on the sofa and crossed to the bathroom. He knew they were in the bathroom—their pheromones screamed at him from there.

  The bathroom door opened easily to his touch.

  Rees had Talan on the floor. They were both naked. Rees lay on top of her, face-to-face, fucking her hard.

  Rio’s own cock swelled. Talan’s beautiful face was twisted in pleasure. Her pale hips pressed into the floor as Rees slammed into her.

  Rio went down on one knee, leather stretching over muscles, and watched them.

  “Well,” he said. “What can I do for you, my children?”

  Talan heard Rio, but she couldn’t open her eyes.