No Way Around It

by Elayne S. Venton

  Quade pounded the entry sequence into the keypad by the door. Apparently, Yale trusted him enough to allow him access to his secret room. When she reflected on it, that was exactly how she’d gotten into the room in the first place. If it wasn’t for Quade’s bit of sport in bringing her here, she would’ve never seen the bondage room. Never felt the power of Yale’s desire.

  Heat surged through her veins. She’d never escape the memory of this room. The draw of submission was too strong. Already, she yearned to try something new, perhaps the spanking bar or the swing hanging from the ceiling. Preferably with someone she could trust to completely fulfill her needs.

  How would she ever trust another male to take her down this road again?

  It took her a second to realize Quade had rushed inside while she wavered on the threshold.

  Yale lay on the floor in front of an open storage space, his body convulsing.

  A sharp sting pricked her chest, and she discovered her heart hadn’t atrophied after all. The sight of Yale writhing on the tiles released all the tender feelings she’d held inside for him. Her feet flew across the floor and she slid on her knees the last few feet to Yale’s side.

  “What’s wrong with him?”

  Quade removed the injector from his neck, the pink fluid gone. “He’s dying.”

  “Wh-what? Dying?” A fist squeezed her heart.

  The convulsions slowed. A sheen of perspiration covered Yale’s body.

  “Help me get him onto the exam bed.” Quade reached beneath Yale’s arms and lifted his torso.

  Vonna slipped between his legs and grabbed him beneath his knees. Good thing she toned her muscles every day or she’d be useless. Yale’s massive frame weighed a ton. They dropped him on the cot with grunts of relief.

  Somehow the various restraints attached to the bed, and the drawers below full of sex toys and who knew what else, no longer frightened her. In fact, curiosity made her blush. Thankfully, the strain of carrying Yale covered the warmth radiating in her cheeks.

  “What medication did you give him?” she asked breathlessly while she gripped Yale’s hand and monitored the rapid pulse in his wrist.

  “It’s a new strain of the old drug used to slow down the body’s deterioration.” He shot her an unreadable look. “It wouldn’t have been necessary if you’d let him fuck you.”

  “What does intercourse have to do with anything?” She gave him a resentful glare. “Not that it matters. I offered. Yale chose not to take me.” Her voice rose. “If you must know, I wanted him to fuck me, but he was determined to prove a point.”

  One of Quade’s brows quirked up. His lips twisted. “He made you submit to your inner self?”

  She glanced away. “Yes,” she choked out.

  “Next time, he will fuck you.”

  “There will be no next time,” she said doggedly, and miserably.

  Quade gently squeezed her shoulder. “If this med doesn’t work, Yale will need to make love to you in order to survive.”

  “I don’t understand,” she said, shaking her head. She squeezed Yale’s hand, willing him to fight whatever ailed him, and prepared to do whatever it took to make him well.

  “Exchanging sexual fluids with you will mend and strengthen Yale’s DNA structure,” Quade explained. “We’ve been analyzing the Human-Alishon mutation for years, but we can’t find a common denominator because each fusion is unique. We’re getting closer though.”

  “Why didn’t you tell me this before?” She dug her nails into Yale’s palm. “More to the point, why didn’t he tell me I could help him? He had a chance to take what he needed from me and he didn’t.” The hurt of rejection slammed back into her chest.

  “I’m guessing because that is the Medical Council’s way, and Yale despises their methods.” Quade shrugged. “I also think Yale respected you too much to use you for his own benefit.”

  Well, that made her feel better. Sort of. “He’d rather die than prolong an inevitable death?” She wanted to smack him for being so stubborn. He could accomplish so much if he felt better!

  “With your help in the lab, his death will not be inevitable.”

  She blew out a long breath. “I’ve been doing research from scratch. Even with this new information, who knows how long it will take to find an answer?”

  “We’d hoped new eyes would find something we missed, and you did. Just not as we expected.”

  Vonna heaved a breath of frustration -- and relief. Yale’s pulse had slowed to a normal rate. She stroked his face and ran her palm down his chest. It was the first time she’d touched him intimately, and it sent a shiver down her arms that had nothing to do with his cooling body. “What are you talking about, Quade?”

  “Working together. Sharing ideas. The glory of being the scientist to discover the cure outweighed the desire to collaborate. After Yale expelled you from the lab, we started talking to each other. Listening. We applied some of your methods to failed tests. In a matter of minutes, we concocted this new drug.”

  “You injected Yale without testing it?” Anxiety quivered in her belly.

  Quade nodded toward Yale. “So far, so good.”

  “My God, Quade.”

  He looked a little sheepish, but confident. “Would you rather watch Yale die? It was worth the risk, Vonna.”

  Slowly, Yale’s eyelids fluttered open. Vonna leaned over him, watching the irises of his eyes dilate, the black center taking over the brown ring of color.

  A weak smile lit his face. “Vonna. You came.”

  She wasn’t sure how he meant that.

  While she mulled it over, Quade nudged her aside. “How do you feel, Yale?”

  His bleary eyes locked on Vonna, his smile grew. “Fine.”

  The smiled disappeared. Yale jerked to the side of the cot, and puked.

  Chapter Eight

  Two moon cycles later, a burgeoning sense of hope and joy pervaded the lab group. If they hadn’t perfected the cure yet, they were very close.

  Finally, Vonna’s expertise in biogenetics had paid off. All the test subjects, including Yale, improved daily. Every tweak to the drug Quade had given Yale yielded more positive results. It was time to take it public. Somehow, Quade had convinced Yale to visit the Medical Council to discuss their progress. A day turned into a week, and now Yale visited continuously for days at a time.

  Damn, Vonna missed him.

  She slapped her hand at the holographic ball and watched it zoom through the long, open-ended box atop the playing table toward Jaki, who smashed it back with equal venom.

  “Stupid males,” her friend jeered. “I practically threw myself at Quade last night and the big dope stared at me as if I’d lost my mind. When is he going to forget the past and live for today?”

  Normally, Vonna would empathize with her pixie friend’s long-suffering infatuation with Quade, but she fought her own frustrations. “Some relationships aren’t meant to be.”

  Jaki huffed from hitting the ball and, perhaps, in exasperation. “Since when are you a quitter?”

  “I’m a realist. Some fires are just a lot of smoke. Once my work here is done, I should concentrate on finding the scientists who came here with me and then hail a ride back to Earth.” She slammed the ball back to Jaki. The notion of leaving her friends at the lab, leaving Yale, tore at her. Her formidable lover wasn’t as cold-hearted as she’d thought.

  The more she reflected on the illness Yale fought so hard to hide and his brusque dismissal in the bondage room, the more she was convinced he hadn’t rejected her. A proud man, he simply hadn’t wanted her to see his weakness. The proof lay in the long, meaningful looks he cast her way that simmered with sultry promise.

  Anytime he ventured near, the urge to drop to her knees and ask his pleasure hummed through her. She longed for his possession. Dreamt of it, day and night.

  To make matters worse, she’d ventured to the bondage room once when Yale was away, simply out of loneliness, and found Fifa and Hamnuqui engaged in d
om-sub play. Before she could make a hasty exit, they spied her, and invited her to stay. Appallingly curious, she’d watched unobtrusively near the door.

  Hamnuqui had attached a chain to the ring on Fifa’s collar, bent her over the spanking bar, and connected the other end of the chain to a floor ring. The way Fifa deferred to him had been an eye-opening experience. The caning on her ass had been scorching. During the whole scene, Vonna had played with her clit, empathizing with the burn of every strike, eventually climaxing along with Fifa in tortured silence. She’d left twice as frustrated as before.

  “If Quade didn’t interfere every time Yale came near me, then I wouldn’t be so sexually frustrated.”

  “He’s afraid any physical contact between you will muddle Yale’s test results,” Jaki said in Quade’s defense.

  “I know. And he’s probably right.” Vonna smacked the ball so it ricocheted inside the box. “But Yale left me hanging.”

  “That’s not what I heard,” Jaki snickered.

  Wide-eyed, she glanced up at her friend. Undoubtedly Yale had told Quade what happened in the bondage room. Had Quade told the whole lab? Heat flushed up her neck into her cheeks. “Shut up.” In anticipation of the ball’s approach, she lunged to the right, but the ball hit the corner of the box and changed trajectory. It disappeared behind her.

  “Eight to six. My serve.” A new ball bounced on the table in front of Jaki. She swung her hand and missed the lob.

  Vonna laughed at the error.

  Jaki paid her no attention. She stared past Vonna to the other side of the rec hall. Without turning, Vonna knew Quade had entered the room. When her friend’s mouth dropped open, she raised a curious brow.

  “He’s coming over here.”

  Vonna hid her smile. About time Quade came around. When he strode past her, she caught Yale in her peripheral vision, and froze. Moist heat flowed from her scalp to her toes.

  Neither male wore a lab coat, only the traditional loincloth, leaving plenty of hard muscle to admire. As Yale’s health improved, the bulk in his arms had increased and new strength appeared in the hard curves of his chest. Ridges of muscle had formed on his abdomen, his calves had tightened, and she swore his loincloth must have shrunk because she caught glimpses of tight ass she’d never seen before. All that male virility made her mouth water. The devilish look in his eyes stole her breath.

  A squeal from Jaki jerked her attention away.

  Quade had grabbed her pixie friend beneath the arms, lifted her up, and pressed her to the wall. “You were right. I’ve been stupid.” Pinning her with his body, he kissed Jaki with smoldering passion.

  She was happy for Jaki, and jealous. Yale had kissed her like that once. Briefly.

  She turned her head to look back at Yale and gasped. He stood right next to her.

  “Come with me.”

  He’d said it so softly, so low, she thought she hadn’t heard him correctly. “What?”

  He looked intently at her. “I want you to come with me.”

  She swallowed, nervous energy zinging through her veins. “Where?”

  He stared at her, primal need flaring in his eyes. She knew exactly where he meant to take her. With a predatory grin, he leaned close and whispered in her ear. “Where you belong.” His teeth raked her earlobe. His lips sketched a moist path down the column of her neck. “In my loving care.”

  Her legs wobbled. Cream coated her cunt.

  She cut a worried glance at Quade’s back. “We shouldn’t.”

  “I’m done being a test subject, Vonna. Now that we’re seeing positive results, Quade has plenty of other volunteers.” His nostrils flared. His gaze crept down her flushed body. Satisfaction glowed in his face. “Now. Follow me.” He turned and slowly walked away.

  She could no more deny him than she could stop breathing. Her legs seemed to move of their own volition, as if he’d tethered her and drew her along. “Yes, Master,” she said beneath her breath.

  They walked in time with one another, Vonna keeping pace a few steps behind. Along the way, she admired the power in his broad shoulders and back, his slim waist, the taut curves of his ass peeking out the sides of the loincloth flap, the heavy muscles in his legs. He was perfection. She belonged to him. If she played her cards right, he’d be hers. By the time she entered the bondage room, her pussy was soaked.

  Not far into the space, Yale stopped and turned to face her. “My sweet Vonna.”

  She gave him a slow affectionate smile. “I didn’t think I’d ever be back here again.”

  “I never doubted it.” Eyes smoldering with desire, he opened her lab coat and pushed it off her shoulders, smiling as he revealed her body. She’d taken to wearing the national uniform -- a loincloth and nothing else. “You don’t know how much I want to take you right now,” he said, untying the cloth at her hips. “But I will see your pussy weep for me first.”

  She checked him out, getting a very good idea of his arousal from the forward pitch of his loincloth. “I am yours, sir.”

  The spotted hide flap shifted over his stretching cock.

  Hiding her delight, Vonna spread her legs, keeping her eyes hooded, and turned her palms toward him. “How may I serve you?”

  A long pause ensued, but she dared not look up. This time, she would do everything right.

  “Get down on your hands and knees.”

  She did as he asked, throwing her ass high in the air, eager for his penetration. This time, he would join with her, even if she had to jump him to do it.

  “Crawl over to the hover bench.”

  She glanced around, quickly finding the long padded board lying flat on the floor. An easily stored extra seat, it was designed with the flexibility to rise to the perfect height for the sitter’s legs. When she was young, her parents owned a similar model which Vonna and her friends straddled and rode through the house as if it were a witch’s broom. She wondered if her parents ever used it the way Yale intended, whatever that was.

  Moving forward on all fours, she sashayed her hips, making sure Yale had a good view of her slick sex as he walked behind her.

  “Now lay your back on the bench, arms above your head.”

  She stretched out as he instructed, waiting while he walked around her, drinking her in with his eyes. There was something exotic about lying on the floor while he inspected her. Crazy, but true. Molten heat crawled through her belly simply from his intense absorption in her.

  He walked into the storage area and she felt the loss of his presence in every pore. When he returned, he held a clear box in his hands, most of the contents she couldn’t make out, but it didn’t take a neurosurgeon to figure out they were various sex toys and remotes. He reached into his box of tricks and the bench rose a foot off the ground.

  Vonna held on for dear life. A foot wasn’t far to fall, but it would still be embarrassing.

  Yale pulled out several long nylon cords and put down the box. For the next few minutes, he wrapped the cord around her body and the bench, creating a twirl of white from her ankles to her waist. When he got to her ribs, he tied a new cord above and below her breasts, crisscrossing in between by looping it around her neck. Her tanned breasts mounded between the tight white lines. He finally tied the ends off.

  “Place your hands beneath the bench, Vonna.” He used the last cord to tie her wrists together. Finished, he tilted the top of the bench up slightly so Vonna faced him, floating at a forty-five degree angle.

  “Do you feel secure, my love?”

  “Yes, Master.” Pah! She couldn’t move a millimeter. It felt strangely arousing, having no control whatsoever.

  “Good.” He went back to the box and took out a handful of little rings, each one studded with rubies around a gold circle that didn’t quite close. He stuck several on the rim of each ear, one on each earlobe, and one on her nostril. “These will enhance your experience.” He placed one on the edge of her belly button, pinching the skin between the open blunt ends. Yale looked up for her reaction. />
  It didn’t hurt too much. The area around each ring began to warm and tingle, which was a little odd, but not uncomfortable.

  Yale gave her a brief kiss. With great care, he attached a ring to the side of her labia.

  The skin there was a lot thicker than the ring opening, so the ring clamped on tight. Vonna gritted her teeth, but made no noise. That earned her a longer kiss, a play of open lips and flashing tongues. Vonna moaned with delight. Teasing her with more flicking kisses, Yale drew back at the same time he cautiously tipped the bench up higher so Vonna floated vertically in front of him. The open-mouth kisses never ended. The edges of her ears grew hotter.

  Yale grasped her hair and deepened the kiss, driving her wild by grazing his smooth hard chest over her distended nipples. Eventually, he softened the kiss and drew away, leaving her with butterfly kisses on her parted lips. Down below, a burning sensation spread out from the ring in her labia, teasing her clit with streaks of heat.

  He showed her the last two rings he held in his hand. “You know where these are going, don’t you?”

  Vonna’s throat closed up. She nodded. Pain streaked through her nipples at the thought of the rings clamped on them. This was going to hurt. The nipple clamps she’d experimented with had rubber tips and were adjustable, and she hadn’t liked that so much. But she’d do anything to please Yale.

  “I admire your courage, Vonna.” A mischievous glint flashed in his eyes. “I’ll give you something to distract you.”

  He pulled a silver egg-shaped dildo from his goodie box. Even though her legs were bound together, there was enough room for Yale to push the egg between her thighs and nudge it into the folds of her pussy lips.

  “There you go, my sweet. Enjoy.”

  A moment later, it began to vibrate. Vonna clenched her thighs against the penetrating buzz. The rocking egg tapped the edge of the labia ring that cast its own expanding circle of fire. In an instant, she was ready to fuck anything.

  “You like that, Vonna?”

  She squirmed against the shuddering egg. “Yes, Master.”

  “It makes your cunt cream?” He caressed her breasts, sweeping his palms over the curves, mashing the globes together, and rubbing his fingers over her nipples.