by Abby Blake
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Mikayla could barely breathe, a combination of adrenaline, fear, and arousal rendering her speechless. She could see what Matt was doing. He was trying to scare her into leaving, so she was more determined than ever to succeed at what he was demanding.
Surprisingly, the hand in her hair pushed her excitement higher. Her ex had ordered her around, but he’d never had anywhere near the impact those three little words and Matt’s hand in her hair caused. She shivered with desire as he pressed his thumb to her lips and pushed the thick digit into her mouth. She closed her lips around him and watched as his eyes darkened. He pushed his thumb into and out of her mouth as he spoke.
“I like to be in control,” Matt said as she used her tongue to lave the underside of his thumb. “And John here, he likes to fuck a woman’s mouth, holding her head between his hands so she can’t escape.” He pushed his thumb deeper, deliberately hitting the back of her throat. She barely controlled the urge to gag, but his dark words still pulsed through her. “Now, Peter prefers to take a woman from behind. He’ll just bend you over any convenient surface and fuck you until you cry for mercy.” He lifted her to her feet effortlessly and pushed her facedown over the nearest bench.
Matt’s warm hand pushed the T-shirt up and slid over her ass, grazing the moist lips of her pussy. She gasped as he teased the folds open but didn’t actually penetrate her vagina. “And Ryan and Ty, they like to share.”
She grunted as he pushed his thumb deep into her pussy. She could already feel her muscles fluttering with excitement. He wiggled the digit, withdrew it, and then pushed two fingers into her slit. He fucked her with his fingers until she thought she’d go mad with need. She squirmed against the bench, trying to ease her arousal, but his big hand held her pressed against the hard surface.
“Now the thing about sharing,” he said casually as if they were having a civilized conversation, “is that Ryan will want to fuck this pretty pussy while Ty takes your ass.”
Matt pressed his thumb against the rosette of her ass, and she couldn’t help but press back against him. He pushed the thick digit into her anus, and she rocked against his fingers, needing, aching, wanting what his dark words promised.
His fingers and thumb fucked her pussy and ass as her whole body quivered and tingled. One touch of her clit and she’d be screaming her release. She panted, waiting, hoping he’d finish what he started but fearing this might have been part of his test.
“And that’s all before you meet our brothers Brock and Lachlan. They’re both Doms. Do you know what that means?” He didn’t wait for her to answer. “It means they like to tie their women down and whip them before fucking every single hole. This bruise on your ass is going to feel like a feather compared to what Brock and Lachlan are going to do.”
She shivered with a touch of fear. Matt was trying to scare her, trying to get her to leave—and possibly succeeding—but then she saw Ty wink and realized that Brock and Lachlan weren’t the ogres Matt was making them out to be. She’d read books of Doms and subs before and believed that it was usually about mutual satisfaction, not the sort of torture Matt described.
Matt’s fingers stilled in her ass and pussy. “Ready to go home now?” he asked quietly.
“No,” she said breathlessly. His fingers started moving again, and she moaned at the delicious sensation. “I want to stay,” she said more firmly even though orgasm beckoned. Just one more thrust, one touch of her clit, one more intense sensation…
Matt slapped her ass, and the sting went straight to her womb. She whimpered as her climax swept through her, her legs stiffening, her back arching, her pussy and ass pulsing around his fingers. Matt continued to press into her, his other hand stroking soothingly down her spine. She sighed as warmth flowed through her tired limbs and then sighed again when Matt withdrew his fingers slowly.
He seemed to be breathing as heavily as she was, and she tried to stand up, wanting to give him whatever he needed to experience the same sort of intense pleasure he’d just given her. But he held her down and wouldn’t let her move.
She got the impression he was silently conferring with his brothers, and then he said tiredly, “Fine. You can stay until the storm is over. Then if you still don’t want to go home, we’ll figure out something more permanent.”
He left the room without a backward glance.
* * * *
John watched his brother’s painful looking gait as he walked from the room. Poor guy. Making a haughty exit while sporting the mother of all hard-ons was not an easy task. He glanced down at his own erection and then over to the woman who’d caused it. Hell, the woman was hot. She’d not only taken everything Matt had said and done, but she’d thoroughly enjoyed it.
He saw Ryan and Ty smile happily but noticed that Peter wasn’t in the room. John wasn’t sure when Peter had left but would bet a dozen credits it was before Mikayla’s stunning climax. John made a mental note to get to the bottom of Peter’s problem, but first he needed to deal with one very exhausted woman.
He made it to Mikayla’s side before either of the twins.
“Come on, princess,” he said as he helped her to stand and steadied her when she seemed to wobble. “Let’s get you cleaned up and back to bed.”
She nodded tiredly and leaned against him. She stumbled a step or two, so John lifted her into his arms and carried her the rest of the way to his quarters.
He helped her to strip off the T-shirt, and after more effort than he would’ve thought necessary, he managed to untangle her from the string outfit. It was the same outfit all of the whores wore at the club he and his brothers visited when the need took them, but for some reason, he didn’t like Mikayla wearing it.
Matt may have paid for her to be their whore for a year, but the woman had chosen to stay even when she had another option, so to John’s way of thinking that didn’t make her a prostitute. Semantics, perhaps, considering that she’d agreed to have sex with all of them, but John could see the distinction.
He held the despised string outfit in his hand for a moment before opening the incinerator shoot and dropping it in. Mikayla smiled, suggesting that she was as glad to see the outfit go as he was.
He helped her into the shower, showed her where everything was, and left the bathroom. Then he lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling and wondering about proper etiquette. Should he offer her his bed and sleep in his office, or should he invite her into his bed for the night?
The latter appealed far too much, and he felt the erection that hadn’t quite gone down start to swell again. She was beautiful and feisty and brave, and the least he should do would be to give her the choice.
A soft sound from the doorway alerted him to her presence, and he tried to keep his libido under control as she stepped into his bedroom wearing nothing but a towel. He mentally tried to berate himself—he’d seen her completely naked only minutes ago—but it didn’t seem to change the fact that he felt highly aroused seeing her wrapped in a towel.
She seemed to be nervous and unsure what to do next, so he quickly levered himself off the bed and headed toward his closet. He grabbed a clean T-shirt for her but didn’t really have anything else that would fit her. He made a mental note to order some smaller clothing next time he was in town, assuming, of course, that she didn’t change her mind and leave when the storm was over.
John handed her the shirt and watched, slightly amused, as she managed to get the shirt on before removing the towel. Even after the incredible display she’d given them in Ryan and Ty’s lab, the woman still held on to her modesty. On this planet, that was a rare thing.
“Are you hungry?” he asked, and she nodded enthusiastically. “Okay, I’ll bring you some food, and then I want you to get some sleep.”
She looked like she might argue, but her words were interrupted by a huge, jaw-cracking yawn. He laughed quietly and couldn’t help but brush the wayward curls from her forehead.
“Will you stay with me?”
; He shook his head, unsure whether she was asking for him to stay to keep her company or to keep her company. “Sorry, princess. I have a heap of work to do, and you really need to get some rest.”
“Can I come find you after I get some sleep?”
He smiled at her words. It was nice that she wanted to spend time with him, but he suspected it had more to do with not being left alone than with any real attraction she felt for him.
“Sure,” he heard himself say, “my office is down the far end of this hall. But get some sleep first. I’ll be back with some food in a minute.”
* * * *
Mikayla watched John as he walked from the room. He seemed to be a really nice guy, as did Matt and Ty and Ryan. She’d seen another brother in the lab, but Matt had been busy teaching her what to expect from all of his brothers, so she hadn’t had a chance to meet Peter. At least she knew his name, but she’d noticed his absence when the fog of her climax had finally cleared from her mind. She worried what that meant but tried to put the disturbing thoughts aside.
Matt had told her about Brock and Lachlan’s penchant for BDSM as a way to pour fear into her and get her to leave, but the thought of being spanked had always given her a little thrill. Just imagining what two experienced Doms could do to her sent shivers rippling up and down her spine.
Ty and Ryan might enjoy sharing, but she felt instinctively that they wouldn’t do anything she didn’t want and would certainly never hurt her.
If truth be told, Matt was the one she was most worried about. He’d said he liked to be in control, but she’d basically taken that away from him by choosing to stay. He didn’t seem averse to sharing a woman with his brothers, but he did seem unwilling to share her.
Had she disappointed him with her choice?
She lay down on the bed, pondering all that had happened in such a short time. Less than five days ago, she’d believed herself to be in love with a man who had, for the most part, treated her well. She’d only seen glimpses of a terrible temper, but he’d always managed to pull it back under control quickly.
However, the fact that he dumped her on a planet where women were considered walking vaginas didn’t really mesh with the man’s previous attentions.
Why had they come here in the first place? Surely, Jet would’ve known something about the planet before landing. Or, at the very least, learned the truth when they’d booked into the one and only visitors’ hotel. She closed her eyes and tried not to remember how trusting and foolish she had been. God, she hoped she wasn’t repeating her mistakes.
She woke several hours later, surprised that she’d fallen asleep so quickly but feeling far more refreshed and relaxed than she had in a long time. A covered plate of sandwiches sat beside the bed, and she grabbed them and ate ravenously. She’d never truly appreciated a full belly until she’d had to survive with an empty stomach for so long. Food was not something she would ever take for granted again.
The sandwiches finished and her other needs taken care of, Mikayla wandered around the room for all of five minutes before going to the door and peering into the corridor. She looked up and down the long hallway, wondering which end John had meant. With a mental shrug, she turned left, figuring that if she was wrong she would just have to double back.
She knocked on the last door, and when a deep voice called, “Come in,” she twisted the handle and went inside.
“Mikayla.” Peter looked more startled than she felt. He recovered quickly to ask, “Is everything all right? Did you need something?”
“No.” Mikayla moved into the room a few more steps. She hadn’t planned on talking to him so soon but figured she may as well get the awkward questions out of the way while she had the opportunity. “I was just wondering why you left the lab earlier.”
He looked embarrassed for a moment but shook his head and replied, “My leaving had nothing to do with you.”
“So,” she asked, trying to get answers without offending him, “you don’t mind if I stay?”
“Not at all.” He gave her a slight smile.
“But?” she asked sensing there was more to his answer.
“But I won’t require your personal services despite what Matt may have told you.”
“Oh.” She had no idea what to say after such a succinct rejection. “I’ll…uhm…just…uhm”—Where the fuck is the exit?—”get out of your way. Sorry t–to interrupt.”
Finally, she managed to turn toward the door and make her escape. Hopefully before Peter saw the tears clouding her eyes.
Chapter Six
Peter watched Mikayla run from his office and felt lower than a slug. She didn’t deserve his hostility. She wasn’t the woman he was angry with, but trying to explain his reasons for wanting to avoid her seemed an awful lot to share with a virtual stranger. Especially when he hadn’t actually told any of his brothers the full story, either.
He tried to return his attention to the geological survey analysis reports but couldn’t seem to get his brain to focus. Somehow, he found himself staring at the doorway through which Mikayla had fled. He really should find her and apologize.
But he sat there instead and replayed everything that had happened with his fiancée fifteen months ago. His fiancée had been nothing like Mikayla, so he could only assume it was the presence of a woman—any woman, not Mikayla—that made the memories shaper, more painful. But still, it had nothing to do with Mikayla. His fiancée’s choices had been her own.
He really needed to apologize.
* * * *
John was on his feet the moment she ran through his door.
“Problem, princess?” he asked as he pulled her into his embrace.
She wrapped her arms around his waist and held on tight. Mikayla shivered in his arms for a moment and then seemed to relax slightly.
“Not anymore,” she said as she sighed and leaned against him.
He wanted to ask what had happened, but it felt so nice just to hold her that he set the questions aside. After a short while, he moved back into his chair and pulled her onto his lap. She was quiet so long he wondered if she’d gone to sleep until she finally lifted her head and looked around his workspace.
“Nice office. What do you do?”
“I handle the finances and contracts mostly. Occasionally, I help Ryan and Ty in their lab, but for the most part, I do the administration work. Basically, I’m the guy who gets to pay the bills.”
“Oh,” she said, seeming more interested than he would’ve expected. “I’ve always loved numbers, mathematics, bookkeeping, accounting…” She trailed off when she noticed the smile on his face. “What’s so funny?”
“Nothing.” He tried to control the silly grin he could feel on his face. “I’ve just never met a woman interested in what I do. Most people think it’s pretty boring.”
“Really?” She seemed surprised by his words. “I know…well, I knew quite a few female accountants and bookkeepers back on Earth, but I suppose that would seem strange to a man who lives on a planet like this one.”
“Actually,” he said grinning broadly, “my brothers and I are only here on contract—a three-year geological survey mission and environmental impact study. Once we’re finished here, we’ll pack up and move on to the next planet.”
“So where were you born? Where did you grow up?”
He laughed at her enthusiasm, happy to indulge her curiosity. “We actually grew up on Earth. Our parents still live in a small town in Nevada, where polyamorous relationships are the norm.”
“Polyam…?”
“Polyamorous. It means multiple partners living in a committed relationship.” He decided she looked really cute when she was confused, but tried to explain more fully. “In our family, we have two mothers and three fathers.”
“So your brothers?”
“We know which mother gave birth to each of us, of course, but our dads are brothers, so no one knows for certain whose father is whose.”
“So sharing me with your brothers�
��?”
“Wouldn’t bother me at all.”
She smiled and bit her bottom lip, and he felt he understood the direction of her thoughts.
She hesitated before asking another question. “Would it bother the others?”
He had a pretty good idea she was referring to Matt—maybe Peter also, but mostly Matt. “Ryan and Ty always share, and Brock and Lachlan are both Doms, so sharing a woman is fairly standard for them. As for Peter, none of us are sure of the details, but he was engaged to a woman on Earth for a while, but something happened, and he’s been avoiding any sort of emotional entanglement since. Maybe that’s something you can help him to overcome.” He said the words before he realized the truth of them. Sharing a woman as sweet as Mikayla might just be what Peter needed to heal from the hurt of the past.
“I’m not so sure about that,” she mumbled against his chest, and he gently lifted her chin with his hand so he could see her face.
“Did he do something?” John asked, a little surprised at the anger that surged through him.
“No,” Mikayla replied, shaking her head vigorously. “No, he just said that he won’t be…ah…requiring my services.”
John smiled and pulled her closer once more. “Peter may think that’s what he wants.” He shrugged, trying to convince himself to stay out of Peter’s problems, yet added, “But a few months with you around, well, I’m fairly certain you can change his mind.”
She nodded against his chest and was silent for a while. Eventually, she whispered the last question he expected. “Does it bother you that I’m a whore?”
He moved her off his lap, stood her in front of him, and gathered her hands in his own. “Mikayla, Matt may have paid a lot of money to break the contract with your pimp, but no one here thinks of you as a whore—Matt especially. We all know the circumstances that brought you to this planet. You’re a victim, not a paid whore.”
“But,” she said nervously, “I chose to stay here as a whore rather than return to Earth.”