Sex Slaves 03 Waiting for Dawn

by Lorie O'Clare

  “So that is what you want.” His deep baritone sent shivers over her skin. “You want a docile sex slave like the ones you have on your ship. Do they bow to you, putting out when you demand sex, and striving to please you in whatever manner suits you that night?”

  She dared to turn around, to face him head on, to stare into those incredible eyes. This man would never submit to anyone.

  “And what if it is?” she asked, darting her tongue over her lips nervously.

  Once again she fought to keep her breath steady, to keep from out and out panting in front of this magnificent man.

  “Then you don’t want me.” And he knew that she did.

  Trent saw the lust swarming through her, the way her breath came quickly. She wasn’t running from him but taking him on. He hoped she knew what she was stirring to life in him. Because he was about ready to conquer, and take what he would have as his own.

  Dawn poked her finger into his chest, her heart racing so hard she prayed she wouldn’t stagger into him. Need raced through her like laser fire.

  “If you want something, you will learn to ask for it.” If he noticed how her finger shook, desire making every muscle in her body quiver, he would win this battle.

  “Ask for it?” Once again he moved before she could react, wrapping his arm around her, pulling her to him, crushing her breasts against his chest.

  “Is that what you want?” With his free hand he gripped her shirt, forcing it up until her full ripe breasts appeared. He took one in his hand, kneading it until her nipple puckered fiercely, begging him to suck and lick. “Do you want a docile man who will jump when you say boo?”

  He leaned into her, enjoying how her breath came in pants, how her gray eyes were wide as she stared up at him. “Do you want a man you can control?” he asked her, lowering his mouth to her nipple.

  She cried out when he sucked her into his mouth, circling the puckered skin with his tongue. Her fingers dug into his flesh, gripping hold of him while he leaned her backward, holding her securely to him.

  “I don’t think that kind of man appeals to you,” he told her, his mouth full of tit while his free hand moved down between her legs. The heat soaking through her pants about undid him. “Babe. You are on fire.”

  “I know,” she moaned, knowing he’d won this battle.

  All that mattered at this point was that he soothed the ache that his defiant words had brought on. The thought of breaking him in, teaching him a thing or two, turned her on as much as what he was doing to her body right now. She had a feeling it might take a while to do it though. But for the moment, all she wanted was for him to fuck her. She would worry about the rest later.

  “Tell me what you want,” he whispered hoarsely, about to explode if he didn’t fuck her soon.

  Dawn pushed against him, moving him to arm’s length. The night air gripped her moist nipple, sending chills rushing through her. There wasn’t much time. Remaining out here for an extended time wouldn’t be wise. Stray Bortan would just love stumbling on the two of them. And although she didn’t doubt their ability to defend themselves, she didn’t want the interruption.

  She took hold of his pants, tugging on them until the top button came free. “Now this is interesting,” she teased him, watching a dark glaze appear over his eyes. “Maybe you do want to be told what to do, if you want me to tell you what I want.”

  Trent growled, grabbing her pants and undoing them with enough speed to make her knees weak. He forced them down her legs and then turned her around, pushing on her just enough to let her know he wanted her on the ground.

  She didn’t fight him this time. Her pussy burned with too much need. Going down on her knees, she bared her ass to him. His hands were on her instantly, spreading her sensitive flesh, his fingers gliding into her moist heat until she thought she might scream out.

  “Damn it, woman.” His cock throbbed so brutally inside him that he couldn’t think straight. No matter how he tried to gain her submission, she came back at him with defiance.

  Even now, with her on her hands and knees, her pussy and ass exposed to him, ready for him to fuck, he knew she hadn’t given in to him. He kneeled behind her, freeing his cock and pressing it against her soft flesh. It found the source of her heat and all he could do was thrust inside.

  Another time he would make her scream with need. But right now, outside where danger lurked all too close, he would simply enjoy her sweet treasure. After all, she could have fought him more, she could have outright refused him. But one thing he knew, as he buried himself deep inside her, Dawn wanted him. And damn it to all of the hells if he didn’t want this woman more than any other he’d ever known.

  Dawn bit her lip, fighting not to cry out, to draw attention to them. His cock was so thick, so hard as it glided deep inside her. He built up the momentum quickly, gripping her ass while he began pounding her cunt, tearing into her as he plunged inside her again and again.

  Trent stretched her soft ass, allowing him the glorious view of watching his cock glide in and out of her soaked cunt. Pressure built inside him, his cock burning as blood pumped through him, filling his shaft. The urge to cum overtook him. He held on to her tightly, grinding his teeth as he looked up at the sky, fighting the urge to howl when he exploded inside her.

  “Trent,” she whimpered, collapsing underneath him as her own orgasm rippled through her. “You’re incredible,” she added, barely whispering as she welcomed the coolness of the ground.

  Chapter Nine

  An hour after returning to Dawn’s ship, they had exhausted all resources in learning what they could about the Poltar Leap, and its success. Trent was more than impressed with the technology she had running there.

  Her three shipmates looked to her for guidance in everything, and she was more than patient with them, revealing a gentle, nurturing side to her. Dawn had dismissed her three shipmates, commenting that they should prepare a nice celebratory meal for all of them. He watched her backside as she moved to one of the side chairs and focused on a communications panel.

  “Are you contacting your partners concerning the Bortan chips?” he asked her, moving behind her in time to see her punch in the coordinates to open a transmission.

  “I have no partners.” She didn’t hide what she was doing from him, but sent the request to open communications before he could see the transmission numbers. “Is that why you’re lingering here, instead of returning to Molten? You still have the chips. I’m curious what keeps you here.”

  “I won’t insult your intelligence with an answer to that,” he said quietly.

  Chills rushed through her. He wasn’t possibly still here because of her. It was wishful thinking on her part, but she wouldn’t allow herself to be played the fool. Trent Dar was a warrior, an incredible soldier. He didn’t have all of the answers concerning the chips. And she had no intention of sharing them with him.

  She had to keep the shield up around her heart, not allow his incredible good looks, or his aggressive nature to get the better of her. His appeal was simply because he was so much more man than any she had ever known. She doubted her feelings were mutual though. Trent Dar could have anyone he wanted. She had nothing to offer such a man.

  Besides, right now she had to get her own life in order. She was finally free. Chaining herself to some man, especially one as powerful as Trent Dar, would simply curb her abilities to test her wings. And there was so much she wanted to do.

  She looked over her shoulder at him, doing her best to keep her expression neutral. It was almost impossible to do. Just meeting his gaze made her want to melt in his arms. He was more man than she’d ever dreamed possible.

  “This is a private conversation,” she told him, and then sucked in a breath when his expression instantly hardened. “I need a few minutes alone.”

  She realized her hands were shaking when he said nothing, but turned and left. A moment of panic rushed through her when she realized he went toward the holding bay, where his glider was
. The last thing she wanted him to do was leave.

  Dawn gave her head a quick shake. What was wrong with her? If he left she could continue with her mission, take care of matters and then start a new life. She needed to get a grip on herself.

  Maybe fucking him had been a mistake. She still tingled everywhere from the intense satisfaction he’d given her. And all it had been was a romp on the grounds. She closed her eyes briefly, rubbing her face with her hands. She needed to stay focused. Her mission had been successful so far, and that was all that mattered.

  Turning toward the screen in front of her, she fought for concentration. She stared at the words that said, “images loading”, and tried to keep her thoughts off of where Trent had just gone.

  “Dawn. You were successful in discarding the chips?” Her father’s face, Zahn Corl, appeared on the screen.

  She fought not to glance over her shoulder, knowing there was no way Trent could know that she had taken on such a highly illegal mission for her father. Not just her father, but head of the house of Corl, one of the most substantial families on Greneen. He quite possibly was one of the few Gren who outranked Trent Dar.

  “Yes.” Her heart raced as she stared into the face of her father, a man she’d known about since childhood. “And the Poltar Leap appears to have been a success as well. We are still monitoring Bortan activity on Poltar.”

  Growing up on Ryl Plantation, whenever Zahn Corl had paid a visit, she had always been hurried out of the room, her master not wanting the prominent Gren to know of her existence.

  “Wouldn’t do for the man to know he has a bastard running around,” Dawn had overheard him telling her mother. “It would only bring him grief.”

  After the Bortan had attacked, and almost everyone at Ryl killed, she had managed to get off of the planet, scrunched into a shuttle with so many other terrified slaves.

  Her father nodded, his expression grave. “There is word out that one of our top warriors might have assisted you. Are you working with Trent Dar?”

  Dawn swallowed. She shouldn’t be surprised that her father would have obtained such knowledge. It had taken her a year to get off of Molten and secure a ship to Greneen, but then less than a day to find and meet her father. As soon as she’d sent word to him that she was his daughter, and would like an audience with him, he had sent for her immediately. His rank and sound reputation on his home planet allowed him privileges the average citizen didn’t have. She wouldn’t forget that.

  “He has no knowledge of the details of this mission. But yes, I accompanied him on the Poltar Leap.” She couldn’t help a small smile, hoping it appeared genuine to her father. She prayed her father was proud of her for managing such a contact, and see that she possessed his warrior abilities to scout out and find ways to manage her mission. “He wasn’t pleased that I was on his ship. But he didn’t kick me off of it either.”

  Her father didn’t smile, but she thought she saw a twinkle in his non-blinking black eyes. “I can’t imagine he would have been too disappointed to have you by his side.”

  She wasn’t too sure how to take that.

  Her father looked down, his hands moving although she couldn’t see through the screen to tell what he was doing.

  “My filtering programs are picking up an indication that this conversation is being bugged.” And with that he severed communications. Her screen went blank.

  Dawn turned to look at the doorway, which lead to the holding bay. Trent didn’t have the capability to listen in on her transmission from his glider, did he?

  Her nerves ate at her when she joined the others in the kitchen area of her ship. Trent strolled in a few minutes later, his expression its usual non-readable self.

  The kitchen, being in the center of her ship, had no windows like the main bridge did. A silver counter, lined with shelves, stood in the middle of the room, with computers lining the wall that provided the programs for their food.

  Dawn liked the fact that the kitchen also had a simple cooking area, and a pantry to shelf food items. Many who spent their lives traveling, or those in the military, were accustomed to the programmed food. She had never grown a taste for the synthetic stuff, and preferred meat that had once been a live animal, and fruit and vegetables that had come from plants.

  “I’m making my mom’s famous stew,” Rayn said when she noticed Trent enter the room. She turned from the large pot and smiled sweetly at him.

  “And who is your mother?” Trent asked, curious as to her place in this hodge-podge crew Dawn had.

  “The mistress of Ryl Plantation,” Rayn said proudly. “I am Rayn Ryl, first daughter of the house.”

  Trent glanced at Dawn, but she didn’t look at him, instead fingering the cloth towel that had bread wrapped in it. Bit by bit the pieces were falling together. After what he’d witnessed outside, with Dawn talking to her mother’s grave, and knowing they were on Ryl land, he guessed that Dawn had grown up with Rayn, and possibly the two men as well. But picturing Dawn as the slave, and Rayn as the daughter of the house, didn’t make sense.

  Somehow after this planet had been taken over by the Bortan, Dawn had managed to make contact with her father, and entered into his good graces. Trent had met Zahn Corl during several different Gren ceremonies, and knew the man didn’t give just anyone an audience. Dawn’s assertiveness didn’t fit the profile of a former sex slave.

  It was more than that, he thought to himself while eating the spicy stew offered him. Pahr and Reen showed all the signs of growing up as slaves. They were submissive, hesitant in making eye contact, and jumped eagerly to wait on the others. Dawn ignored all of them through the meal, playing with her food, lost in thought. Her beauty was a distraction, but at the moment, her mind appealed to him more. He was dying to know what was going on in her thoughts.

  In the few minutes that he’d managed to tap into her conversation, he’d been floored to discover she had plotted the theft of the Bortan chips with Zahn Corl. It didn’t surprise him. Dawn could work outside the law, move in circles that no prestigious Gren could touch. If Zahn Corl used her simply as a tool, he would have the man’s head. He couldn’t stomach that thought.

  He barely paid attention to the idle chatter around him, and noted Dawn didn’t seem to give it much notice either. She didn’t even offer to help when the others cleaned the meal away after they were through eating. Her long black hair was a shroud around her sultry expression. Those gray eyes were clouded with thought. He ached to stroke a finger down her cheek, put those worry lines to rest.

  “Why are you staring at me?” Dawn asked, after the others had left the room.

  She walked past Trent, back to the bridge, needing to check the running programs and ensure their safety for the evening.

  “How long are you staying here?” He answered her question with a question, following her as far as the doorway and then leaning against it.

  She glanced up at him once she’d reached the panels. He crossed one boot over the other, muscles stretching against his pants even though he appeared relaxed. Crossing his arms, he cocked his head at her, his gaze penetrating through her.

  “Until I know the Poltar Leap was successful.” Determination crossed her face.

  “And if it wasn’t? Will you single-handedly wipe every Bortan from this planet?” he asked, having a feeling she would enjoy the task.

  Trent approached her, enjoying how her eyes widened when he moved closer. And then he did what he wanted to do earlier. He stroked her face, running his finger from her temple down the side of her cheek. Her eyelashes fluttered, a slight flush giving her face a sensual glow.

  No matter that he’d just had her, he already wanted her again.

  “Don’t you need to return to Command Center?” she asked, not meeting his gaze.

  She looked down, her long hair fluttering around her face, appearing to concentrate on something on her screen. There was no program pulled up to look at however.

  “Yes. They have ordered me back.”r />
  She nodded, her head still down.

  “Are you trying to get rid of me?” he asked.

  “No,” she answered almost too quickly.

  Turning, she walked over to the computers lining the wall. He had no problem following her over there, moving slowly, feeling her desire for him yet knowing she was leery at the same time. It excited him, made him want to pounce on her, fuck her until she screamed how badly she wanted him.

  Dawn turned on the active scanners, instructing the computer to check the grounds around them, track the land to see if any unexpected visitors were headed their way. She pushed the buttons to instruct the computer to scan every ten minutes, alert her if anyone approached, or tried to leave.

  “Command Center wants you to return, yet you don’t,” she mused, watching the small screens that displayed the quiet darkness surrounding her ship. “What is the reason for that, I wonder?”

  He wasn’t sure what made him stay, but he wouldn’t tell her that. He could justify several reasons. “You have created an agenda to eliminate the Bortan. I want to know what it is.”

  Dawn turned around, unable to take a step backward because of the computer panels. He was right behind her though, a dangerous fire burning in those black eyes. “I’m not the only one with an agenda,” she dared to whisper, her heart suddenly fluttering out of control in her chest.

  “Then you admit you have one.” Again, he couldn’t keep his hands off of her. Her skin was so soft and hot against his touch as he strolled his finger lazily down her cheek.

  She stood almost as tall as he did, her long hair framing her face and bringing out the creamy color of her skin. So fucking beautiful, and yet still such a mystery. His cock ached to be inside her again, enjoy her moist heat that burned hotter than the Poltarian suns.

  “You already know that I have one,” she came back at him, defiance making her gray eyes sparkle. “The Bortan destroyed everything I know, and everyone I loved. I will see them taken down.”

  “And you went after the one power you knew would help you.” He imagined Zahn Corl had a hard time turning down such a beautiful creature who showed such spirit and claimed to be his daughter.