by Jet Mykles
“What?”
His laugh was dark. “Just ask for it and it’s yours, Fox.”
She arched. The thing was irritating the fuck out of her. “You’re a kinky son of a bitch.”
“Oh, you have no idea,” he murmured, pushing a button on the remote.
The rod inside her began to rotate, proving that it wasn’t perfectly cylindrical. It was actually more of an oval shape, so as it turned it massaged her channel differently.
“Damn it,” she muttered, glaring at him.
Drake edged forward, leaning in behind the bot. Reaching up, he flicked a thumb over her clit.
The whine that came out of her throat was a sound she’d never made before.
“Pretty little pink bud,” he told her, rubbing her clit lightly.
The bot continued to turn.
He pinched her clit.
She bit her lip over a moan.
The bot never faltered, even though she kept tilting her hips in an effort to dislodge it. It never went more than an inch or so inside her, hitting a sensitive spot, but not delving deep to satisfy any need. It also wasn’t thick enough to cause enough friction, only thick enough so that the vibrations got her going.
Drake kept his eyes focused on her pussy, his thumb either circling in her wet folds around the dildo or teasing her clit. She wanted him to press down. She needed relief now, but she wasn’t going to ask for it. The bastard just sat there, watching the bot fuck her as if he were viewing some porn vid. His heated gaze seared into her, and damned if she didn’t get hotter.
She began to writhe. She couldn’t help it. Anxious pants spilled from her throat. Her breasts felt full and heavy, her nipples sensitive enough to react to the faint breeze caused by the air circulation. The thing was turning her on, but it wasn’t satisfying. Drake’s occasional flicks at her clit were just tormenting her further, not bringing her any closer to the orgasm that wanted to come.
“Shit! Drake!” she gasped, eyes shut.
“Mmmm?”
She bit her lip and tried to pump her hips. If she moved faster, maybe ...
She heard Drake move, then felt his hands on her hips, stopping their movement. She whimpered.
“Want something, Fox?”
Her eyes flew open. He leaned over the top of the bot, his mouth hovering just above her aching clit, his focus on her face. He smiled, breathing on her sensitive flesh as the bot’s extension vibrated inside her. He raised an eyebrow.
“Damn you,” she panted.
He shook his head, orange hair ablaze even in the muted lighting. His tongue darted out, dragging over her clit.
She keened, yanking at the bonds that held her tight.
“Cursing me is not going to get what you want.” He reached down to flick a switch just below the cylinder.
The bot’s wicked extension stopped moving. She moaned. No, it almost stopped moving. The rotation and vibration slowed to a crawl, but the hard cylinder was there, filling her slightly, but not nearly enough. “Stars!”
He sucked her clit between his lips.
She couldn’t stop the agonized cry from spewing from her mouth.
He played with her, nipping and sucking on her clit like it was a piece of candy, constant attention but no real pressure. The damn seat allowed him plenty of room, despite the presence of the bot. His big hands pinned her to the seat, those and the bot keeping her from pushing up into his mouth. It was agony. It was torture.
It was the most brutally sensual thing she’d ever felt.
Silky tendrils of his hair spilled over her belly. When he spoke, his lips brushed her clit. “What do you want, Fox?”
“Drake,” she gasped, eyes half shut. Her body was on fire, and thinking was no longer an option. It had been so long since she’d had anyone, and even longer since she’d wanted someone besides this man.
“You want me?”
“Drake.”
He stood, straddling the bot.
Her eyes shot open when he pushed his briefs down enough to free his cock. Stars! He was over twenty centimeters. And thick. And pale, just like the rest of him. Easy to see the blood flushing it hard, veins purple beneath the creamy skin as he gripped the base of it. She wanted it.
“Say it, Fox.”
She opened her mouth. Damn it, if she didn’t ask, he’d just keep up the torture.
“Fox.”
She growled.
Chuckling, he reached down and flicked her clit again.
She screamed. “Damn it, yes! Stars, I want you. Fuck me already.” She glared at him. “Hard.”
Yes! Drake knew his grin was positively demonic. But he’d won, damn it, and now he was going to fuck the hell out of his prize!
He stepped aside and shoved the bot back out of the way with one foot. Fox writhed as much as she could as the slim cylinder left her body, her eyes focused on his dick. Drake gripped the base of his cock again as he tossed the remote aside. She didn’t even realize that he was close to the edge himself with want of her. The sounds of her moans, the dance of that beautiful dark body. The taste of her!
He let his briefs fall down his thighs to the floor and stepped out of them, toward her. A quick step on the lever at the base of her seat raised her hips to the perfect placement for him to take her.
Sweet, hungry pussy, so red and swollen, just aching for him. “This what you want, Fox?” he purred, dragging the head of his cock through her folds.
“Do it!” she cried, pulling at the wrist restraints hard. She closed her eyes, arching toward him. “Do it, damn it, fuck me.”
He set the thick head of his cock at her entrance. Her moist tissues grasped at it, trying to pull him in.
“Drake!” She threw her head to the side, baring the sleek column of her throat.
Unable to resist any longer, he pushed. “Stars, Fox!” he groaned, sliding into her like a knife through butter.
Oh, yes! That was it. That was what he wanted. Needed that hot, greedy pussy gripping him like a fucking vise. Pulling him in like a black hole, making his head spin and dropping the floor out from beneath him.
“Fuck me,” she demanded under her breath. Fuckmefuckmefuckmefuckme ...” Her demand was barely audible, her eyes still closed, her hips rocking as much as the nerve binders allowed.
He groaned, braced his hands on the backrest to either side of her ribs, and slammed home.
She screamed. “Yes, stars, yes!”
Stars! He wasn’t going to last. He was flying. He was finally flying with his Fox, and for the first time in a very long time, he was afraid he wouldn’t be able to hold out. He was going to shoot like a teenager. Gritting his teeth, he fought to regain some control. He would make it last, blast it! He pulled out and pushed again, feeling every millimeter of her slick channel. She absorbed him eagerly, her full, amazing breasts swaying as she tried to push him even further.
Spurred on by her cries, he started to fuck her with purpose, until she screamed again, her channel convulsing around him as she came. “Again!” he demanded, not slowing his pace a bit as she crested one peak.
Black eyes opened, stared at him in disbelief. Her lips parted, about to spew blessings or curses. He never found out which. All he heard was the scream that ripped from her chest as he rode her through another orgasm.
Knowing he couldn’t take much more, he grunted. “Again!” His head hung forward, loose hair trailing over her breasts as he slammed her through one more sobbing orgasm before allowing his own to spill into her body.
Chapter Fifteen
Fox trembled, actually trembled. She’d never come so hard in her life. She sat with her eyes closed, trying to remember how to breathe. Drake was braced above her, hands gripping the extensions that held her arms up. His cock was still lodged within her. She nearly groaned as her pulsing channel kept squeezing it despite the fact that it was no longer quite hard. He was smiling, eyes closed. His orange hair was wet and darker closer to his skin, tendrils of it plastered to his neck and shou
lders. The fine gleam of sweat turned the dragon on his chest even more glossy.
He chuckled, pulling back. “Worth the wait,” he pronounced.
She averted her eyes and snorted, doing her best not to react as he pulled from her body. “So glad you enjoyed it.”
He laughed. “So did you.”
She stayed quiet. When one had just begged -- no, demanded -- the other to fuck them, one could not quite deny it with aplomb.
With a satisfied sigh, he stretched. Then he reached down to thumb open a small panel on the brace around her left thigh.
After a brief moment, she felt something change. She tried to kick at him, mainly from instinct. Her leg fell inward off the part of the seat that had supported it, tugging her forward some, but the muscles were only slightly more under her control. Evidently, he’d only released whatever had attached the restraint to the seat.
Smirking, he closed the panel, then did the same to the restraints about her other thigh. This time she left her leg where it was, not wanting to slide clumsily down the center of the seat.
“Just one second, Fox.” He lifted the leg that had fallen, so she was seated solidly again, then reached up to release her wrists.
She lowered her arms to her lap, glowering at the bands that remained about her wrists. It was like moving through thick molasses. The restraints were designed to keep blood flowing to the extremities, so she didn’t have the fire-ant sensation, but the position still deadened the nerves. She could move her arms, but only slowly. She raised an eyebrow at him. “Are we done?”
“For now.” He reached down to slide an arm beneath her back.
“Hey!” He pulled and she surged to her feet, stumbling into his body.
Warm. Fragrant. Sweaty. Hard. Stars, he felt good. She tried to worm away, but he already had a good hold on her, and without full movement of her arms and legs, escape wasn’t going to happen.
An undignified squeak pushed from her throat when he put the other arm behind her knees and hauled her into his arms.
“Where are we going?” she asked, aware she sounded petulant. But the tingle of sex still pulsed in her body, and she was hard-pressed to dredge up anger while the pleasant feeling was foremost in her mind.
“First, we clean up. Then, I think, a nap.” The door behind the chair that had held her opened at his approach. He had to turn sideways to get out, but he didn’t have to duck. They entered a narrow, utilitarian corridor, dimly lit.
“And then?”
He laughed, the rumble pleasant against her side. “Then we fuck again.”
She snorted, glancing around, mapping the corridor in her mind. It looked like they were in the central aisle of a veeby. The limited living quarters of a veeby were located midship on a lower level than the cockpit. She didn’t see the spiral staircase that would lead up, so it must be behind him. All of this registered in her mind within a few seconds. “Is that all you have planned? Fucking?”
“Yes. I have to get my fill before I let you go.”
She refused to comment on that and continued to look around. There was something familiar about the hallway, beyond it being standard layout for a veeby.
He reached the end and stepped into a tiny latrine. There was barely room for him to stand between the sink and the commode. The Blue stall was directly opposite and a step and a half away from the entrance.
“Are we the only ones onboard?” she asked as he set her on her feet in the stall.
He hesitated, hands hovering to steady her should her desensitized legs not hold up. Turned out they would, although she didn’t think she could walk. She reached out to hold on to the safety bar, then hissed when she remembered her hands were useless for gripping.
“Yes, we are.” He held her steady, edging her back against a narrow ledge set in the back wall of the stall.
Light brown tiles. That was definitely not standard issue. The tiles were special order. She knew this because she had ordered them! She glared at him from where she was propped on the ledge. “We’re on the Kitsune.”
He grinned. “We are.” He reached for the Blue dispenser on the wall and pushed some of the viscous fluid onto his palm.
“Bastard. You violated me on my own ship?”
He rubbed the Blue with both hands. “It’s been my ship longer than it was yours.”
She growled when he reached for her.
He paused, one orange brow arched in question. “Careful, Fox. Piss me off and you get to sleep sweaty.” He cast a glance at the commode. “And let’s not forget other things.”
“Would serve you right having to clean up after me.”
His gaze narrowed to dangerous slits. “Not if I let you wallow in it first.”
“Would it keep you from fucking me?”
A nasty smile turned his lips. “Is it worth it?”
They stared at each other. She was tempted, oh, so very tempted, but it would be a hollow win. Also a disgustingly messy win. She dropped her gaze.
He chuckled and reached forward to rub Blue over her breasts. His jovial tone returned. “And I didn’t ‘violate’ you. I seem to recall screaming demands from your mouth. What was it? Oh, yes, ‘fuckmefuckmefuckmefuckme.’ Music to my ears.”
She snorted, determined not to enjoy the rub of his hands over her flesh. She did get distracted for a moment, however, when she looked down and saw the interesting colors they displayed. Her dark brown skin, his cream-colored skin, and the translucent Blue made for an interesting picture. In the heat of the moment, she hadn’t thought to watch the pale column of his cock sliding into her darker flesh. What had it looked like? As amazing as she thought? She darted a glance at his cock, now quiescent. She swallowed as a bolt of heat shot through her groin.
She switched her gaze to the stark white ceiling above. “What do you plan to do with me?”
He dispensed more Blue and dropped to his knees with a laugh. “I thought we covered that. Fuck you.”
She rolled her eyes. “After that.”
“Fuck you some more.” Big hands slid up her thighs.
She squelched the urge to laugh. It was not funny, no matter how cute he was acting. “Where, exactly, are we going?”
When he didn’t immediately answer, she looked down. He tossed his head to clear long bangs from his eyes as he slid Blue over her legs. “A little moon called Isalia. Ever heard of it?”
“No.”
“I didn’t think so.”
“Why did you save my life?”
He looked up at her. “You believe me?”
“I’ll go with it for now.”
He laughed. “You were the first one to put me into a veeby, and you taught me a lot about flying.”
“There wasn’t anything for you to learn about flying. You could have been born in a pilot’s seat.”
His hands stilled, fingers toying with the backs of her knees as he considered her face. “You taught me discipline.”
She frowned. “Then you became a pirate.”
Something dark passed over his features, and the grin that went with it was clearly sardonic. “That’s the rumor,” he said, lowering his chin to go back to smothering her skin with Blue.
She watched him as his fingers skimmed around her intimate flesh. Blue was meant for skin and hair, not the more delicate tissues. He stood, got more Blue, then covered her arms. He even covered the restraints with Blue. The fluid wouldn’t hurt them.
He met her gaze then, holding slightly goopy hands up. “Face? Hair?”
She was touched by his thoughtfulness and didn’t want to be. She shook her head, averting her gaze.
He nodded and stepped back, closing the stall door. He flipped the switch and the stall whirred. That blast of air that wasn’t air hit her skin, and she shut her eyes as the Blue evaporated, taking sweat and dirt with it.
After the moment it took, Drake opened the stall door and pulled her out. He set her carefully on the commode. Taking her wrists, he flipped open the panel and turned a kno
b. Dexterity returned to her fingers and more strength to her arms. He did the same for the other wrist.
“There. You should be able to take care of things.” He nodded to indicate her seat, then stepped out of the latrine, closing the door behind him.
Immediately, she tried with her right hand to reach the cuff about her left wrist. But he’d done something to the cuffs’ magnets. She could bring her hands close, but only close enough so that her fingers could brush the panel of the cuff on the other wrist. She reached for the restraints about her thighs, but the same applied. She was stuck.
She looked around but found nothing of use in the latrine. The commode was close enough to the sink that she could reach forward and haul herself to her feet using the edge of the counter. The sink was tiny, and a mirror covered the wall above the counter. The little drawers for toiletries were empty, and nothing hanging on the walls was removable.
“Did I leave anything for you to find?” a laughing voice asked from the other side of the door.
She snarled silently and slammed the drawers shut. She stared sullenly at herself in the mirror. She turned her head side to side. She looked freshly fucked.
Grumbling, she made use of the facility.
He gave her plenty of time, then knocked on the door. “All done?”
She stood at the mirror, angrily finger combing her hair. “And if I say no?”
“There’s a comfy bed in the other room, Fox, but if you want to sleep in there, I suppose you can.”
She turned herself around, feeling helpless on legs that wouldn’t hold her up if she wasn’t braced on something. She leaned back against the edge of the cleaning stall, which allowed her to face the door. “Yeah, I’m ready.”
He opened the door but didn’t immediately step in.
She eyed him over fists ready to strike out.
He grinned. “Just curious. If you knock me out, how are you going to get the restraints off?”
“I’ll figure something out.”
He eyed her some more, then shrugged. He turned and walked to the left, toward the room she knew to be the bedroom.
She wanted to step forward but couldn’t. She was trying to figure out if she could drag herself forward when her arms suddenly went limp. “What?”