Sex Slaves 03 Waiting for Dawn

by Lorie O'Clare

  She saw his eyes glaze over with need, felt how hard he was for her. The ache deep inside her was so strong. But she had him where she wanted him now. He would hear her words. She pulled at his shirt, noting for the first time that he didn’t wear the official uniform of a commanding Gren officer. He was dressed like a Gren citizen, and she tugged at the black shirt, sliding it up until she exposed rippling muscles. She ran her fingers through his chest hair, the coarseness making her want to strip quickly, rub her breasts against him.

  “You’re the one who left me.” Trent reached for the button on her pants, undoing it quickly and then lifting her ass off the counter so that he could slide her pants down her legs.

  He tossed them behind him too, unable to take his gaze from her shaven pussy, moisture making the smooth skin glisten.

  Dawn had never wanted a man to touch her. She’d fought it every time the master at Ryl Plantation suggested she entertain one of his visitors. In the end, he’d given up, and she’d resorted to serving meals, taking care of the young ones. But not now. Now this was what she wanted. More than anything in this solar system, she wanted Trent Dar.

  “And you came after me,” she acknowledged, knowing he wanted her too.

  “Damn straight.” He reached for her shirt, needing to see all of her. Pulling it from her and tossing it with her pants, he stared at her naked body, perched on the helm. Her long legs wrapped around his waist. “I have no intention of letting you go.”

  “Take your clothes off. Prove that to me.” She was on fire, needing him so bad.

  He didn’t argue with her, didn’t suggest she do the task for him. His shirt came off first, revealing his powerful torso, corded muscles moving under his flesh when he moved to take off his boots, and then his pants. His cock was engorged, full and ripe, hard as rock as it throbbed in front of him.

  “I think you have that proof already, woman. And if you weren’t so damned stubborn, you would see it.” He bent in front of her then, running his fingers along the inside of her thighs, tickling her, sending chills rushing through her body.

  “Gods! Trent!” She let her head fall back, fighting to not slide onto the controls of the ship when he kissed the most sensitive part of her body.

  His tongue lapped at her juices. His warm mouth covered her cunt, sucking gently on her tender folds. She dug her fingers into his hair, holding him against her pussy, exploding as his tongue dipped into her heat.

  Trent growled, the vibration sending her over the edge. He fucked her with his tongue, gliding in and out of her velvety heat.

  He was like a starving man. The more she came, the more he wanted to devour her. She was so damned wet, her smooth folds covered with her cream. His cock hung heavily between his legs, burning with fever, craving to bury itself inside her tight holes. Lifting her legs, pulling her ass off the table, he ran his tongue from one hole to the other.

  “Trent! Yes! Damn it.” She squirmed when he stroked the sensitive flesh around her ass.

  He raised himself over her, nibbling on one of her puckered nipples. She wrapped her arms around him, her legs clamping down around his waist. But she couldn’t move her pussy to his cock. He controlled the situation. She would have him when he said so.

  “Don’t run from me again,” he whispered into her mouth as he kissed her.

  She gasped for air, tasting herself on his lips. “I won’t.” She couldn’t fight him right now. He wasn’t playing fair but she couldn’t do anything about it. Need swirled through her with too much intensity to defy him at the moment.

  “Trust me,” he said, and then positioned his cock at the entrance of her cunt. “I will have your trust.”

  She blinked, hearing him ask for trust. She’d never trusted a damn soul as long as she’d been alive. Not even her mother. And she’d loved her mother. He didn’t ask for obedience. He didn’t demand her submission. He wanted trust.

  “I’ll try,” she conceded, and then her eyes fluttered shut when his cock slid deep inside her.

  He knew he’d gotten the most honest answer he could get from her. And that was a start. She wasn’t his. Not completely—not yet. But he was willing to make the effort to show her she needed him. Because damn it to all of the hells, he needed her.

  He thrust deep inside her, moist heat surging through his cock, flooding his senses, filling him with a need he wasn’t sure he could conquer. There was no getting enough of Dawn. Her tight cunt wrapped around his cock, tight pussy muscles gripping him, urging him deeper into her fire.

  Trent moved slowly at first, every muscle in his body hard with constraint. He watched her head fall back, her long black hair fan around her. Full breasts, so perfectly round and swollen, bounced up and down, tormenting him as he built up momentum.

  She soaked him with her cum. It trickled down his balls, torturing him, coating him while she exploded again. He loved watching her mouth form a perfect small round shape, her lips puckered with her silent cry when she orgasmed. Her hands were spread on either side of the counter, bracing herself, her body arched in front of him displaying what had to be the most perfect woman in the solar system.

  “You are so damned wet,” he breathed, pulling his cock out of her, seeing her white cream wrapped around his shaft.

  “No. Give me more,” she whimpered, reaching for him, not wanting him to stop. He’d been stroking her into paradise and she didn’t want it to ever end.

  Trent watched her as he fingered her cunt. It was on fire, drenched and pulsating with a heat that would suffocate him. Running his fingers down to her ass, he watched her eyes open when he pressed against her tight entrance. He moved his fingers again to her cunt, lubing his fingers with her cum, and then moving again to her ass.

  Dawn knew what he wanted. She’d never given her ass to anyone. Hell, she’d never given her body to anyone—not willingly. Letting out a breath, she watched the desire etched in his expression. His finger coated her ass, the tender flesh puckering against his touch. It tickled and at the same time created a pressure inside her, an intensity that grew while he dipped his finger into her dark crevice. The growing ache inside of her enflamed out of control when he finger-fucked her ass.

  “Take me there,” she decided, wanting to know if his cock would feel better than his fingers, and having a feeling that it probably would.

  Trent watched the muscles in her tummy constrict while he coated her ass. It was a tight hole, and he knew he needed to take time to make it moist, soften the muscles so he wouldn’t hurt her. His cock throbbed eagerly, fighting with his brain, needing to be back inside her.

  “Have you been fucked in the ass before?” he asked.

  She shook her head. “No. No, but please.” Need burned through her so hard she could hardly speak.

  “No one’s touched you like this?” He dipped his finger into her ass again, smoothing her cum against the entrance. It was so damned tight that he was inclined to believe her. But for a sex slave, to never have taken it in the ass, it was a tough one to swallow.

  “No interrogations. Just fuck me.” She bucked against his hand, sliding his finger deeper into her tight virgin hole, a sharp pain that quickly eased some of the pressure building in her that stole her breath.

  She stared up at him wide-eyed.

  “Have they?” He wanted to know everything about her, every time another man had touched her.

  “No,” she cried out, riding his finger now, thrusting her hips up and down while he hovered over her, holding his hand in place.

  He allowed her the small pleasure from his finger, moving it slowly in and out of her ass while feeling her muscles loosen, grow accustomed to him being inside of her there.

  “My cock is much bigger than my finger. It will hurt at first.” He believed her. It amazed him that her sexual experiences were so limited and he made a mental note to question her further about it later.

  Dawn remembered hearing the other slaves swear how wonderful anal sex was. She’d never believed them, thoug
ht them fools. But now, the way Trent touched her, the fire he’d created inside her, the pressure that grew every time he thrust his finger in her ass, made her want to try it like she never had before.

  “I want you to fuck my ass.” She grabbed his face, pulling him to her, and kissed him.

  It wasn’t the aggressive demanding kiss they’d shared before. This time he moved over her mouth sensually, his fingers moving in and out of her cunt, and then back to her ass, continuing to moisten her hole while exploring her mouth tenderly with his tongue.

  Dawn couldn’t think straight. A tenderness she hadn’t seen yet in Trent surfaced while he fondled the most private part of her body. She wanted to see more of this side of him, know this man who was such a mystery, such a challenge. He was such a complex person. And even now, on the edge of her orgasm, she learned that he had a gentle side to him. He wouldn’t force anything on her, and he didn’t want to hurt her.

  “If it hurts, I’ll stop,” he promised, so amazed by her sexual curiosity and that part of her was in fact a virgin.

  Dawn watched his intent expression, his gaze never leaving hers, while he positioned his cock at her ass. She sucked in her breath. He was right, it was a lot bigger. His swollen cock head stretched her tight hole.

  “Trent,” she gasped, gripping his arms when he slid into her ass, filling her like she’d never been filled before.

  He came down over her again, showering her with kisses so gentle she wanted to cry. This was a man she’d never known before. He cared about her, didn’t want to hurt her. That meant more to her than she realized it would. Something shattered inside her at the same time the sharp pain rushed through her. She shuddered, unable to stop the tidal wave of desire that coursed through her.

  Trent began moving in and out of her ass, his cum-soaked cock easing the path while he buried himself inside her tight hole. She was so hot she’d burn him alive and he knew he wouldn’t last long inside her.

  “Do you like it?” he asked, a gentle whisper stroking her cheek.

  “I think so,” she told him, so many nerve endings going off inside her, so many new sensations rippling through her that she could hardly breathe. “Yes. Yes. It’s good.”

  She wanted him to go faster, fuck her harder. He moved too slowly. The burning sensation disappeared and a new feeling swarmed through her, a pressure growing that she ached to have released. She reached down, stroking her pussy, more cum soaking her fingers and dripping to her ass.

  Trent saw Dawn possibly for the first time, her true colors, her true nature. She was a woman eager to explore life, to take on the unknown, to embrace it. Nothing would hold her back, not even him. He fucked her harder, so turned on by this woman underneath him he could hardly stand it. His cock swelled inside her. She cried out, the sound so sensual it took over his senses. He exploded, filling her tight ass with his cum.

  And then easing out of her, he lifted her into her arms, her body damp against his. There was no way he could voice the feelings surging through him at the moment. And for once, Dawn seemed content to be quiet. Silently, he carried her into the shower.

  Chapter Thirteen

  The cool air of Greneen felt good against Trent’s skin. He noticed Dawn kept her arms wrapped around her chest, the warmth of Poltar having made her blood thin. Her breasts pressed together, adding to her cleavage visible through her shirt.

  Getting used to the Gren climate would take a while. The planet wasn’t as bright as Poltar, being a fair distance from the twin suns that it orbited. While most habitants of the Ryclox solar system visited all the planets fairly regularly during their lifetime, Dawn wouldn’t have had that advantage. She squinted in the semi-dark afternoon, trying to take everything in.

  Trent knew since he’d docked officially and gone through proper debriefing, it wouldn’t take his family long to learn he was home. The traditional homecoming meal would be prepared. It would dishonor his family not to attend.

  There were matters that weighed on his mind though. Dawn had obtained the Bortan chips, sought him out and dumped them on him. She had a top-of-the-line ship, one her father had to have a hand in obtaining. And Zahn Corl would want to see Dawn soon. Whatever information she needed to give the man, Trent would hear first.

  “No one is carrying a weapon,” Dawn whispered, having resented leaving her own lasers at the landing bay after coming down to the planet on the carrier. “And all the women are in dresses.”

  They moved slowly through the busy streets of Bin, the small community that made most of its money off of tourists. Dawn looked from one window to the other, taking in everything she could while they hovered over the street filled with other carriers and gliders. Trent continued to stare ahead, either lost in thought, or simply indifferent to the community he’d probably seen hundreds of times.

  “It’s tradition.” Trent glanced at Dawn while she looked out of the window next to her. Her hair was still damp after showering and her clothing hugged her narrow waist and firm breasts. His cock stirred in his pants. Already, he wanted her again. “Greneen’s military orbits the planet. We have no need for defense here. And the women wear the customary dress when in public. At home or at work they would wear pants. The men wear capes in public. At home they would dress differently.”

  “So much tradition and customs,” Dawn mused, noting that even the shop signs were lined neatly above each store. Everyone appeared at peace, relaxed. Those who walked along the paths lining the stores showed no signs of stress. “You’re a race of hidden emotions.”

  Dense growths of trees, thick and twisted branches reaching toward the dark blue sky, contrasted the order of the town.

  “These are your people too.”

  She met his gaze with a broad smile this time, her emotions so raw, so natural. They belied her Gren appearance.

  “I know,” she said, not hiding how that pleased her.

  “When are you supposed to meet your father?” He noted suspicion, or was it worry, taint her expression before she looked down at her hands.

  “As soon as possible, I’m sure. He wasn’t planning on meeting me when I docked.” She looked out of the windows in front of her. “Is that where we are going?”

  “No. I have a home in Cran, a town not too far from here. We’ll go there first.” He hadn’t been home in quite a while and had made arrangements during docking for the house to be aired out for their arrival. More than likely, a messenger from the House of Dar would be there to greet them as well. That was customary.

  “You’re taking me to your home?” Dawn looked up at him wide-eyed, immediately curious what Trent’s home would look like. From what she knew of the man’s history, he couldn’t have been here anytime recently. He’d been too busy battling the Bortan. “I need to contact Zahn Corl then.”

  “Agreed.” Trent nodded to her comm attached to a clip on her belt. “Go ahead.”

  She fingered the comm, not releasing it. “I will…” she hesitated. She wished she knew what her father thought of Trent. There was no way he wouldn’t respect him, appreciate Trent for all of the efforts he’d made against the Bortan. But more importantly, what did Trent think of Zahn Corl? He hadn’t said he’d despised the man.

  Inhaling, she knew what mattered most right now was that she protect her own ass. She had no home, no way of providing for herself. And she wouldn’t simply go with Trent to his home because she ached for him. And damn it if she didn’t want him again already. Her body was tender from fucking like she never had before. Maybe it was from all the sex she’d deprived herself of over the years. And watching people fornicate around her so much. Maybe that was the reason she craved to be back in Trent’s arms, feeling his hard cock deep inside her.

  “What are you hiding, Dawn?” he asked, curious now why she didn’t want to call Zahn Corl in his presence.

  “Nothing,” she answered quickly, too quickly.

  Trent raised an eyebrow. “Then let him know you are with me. Tell him where you are going. Do
n’t give the man any reason to think you have secrets.”

  He was right—again. She needed to stand up to Zahn Corl the same way she did everyone else. “Maybe I should tell him to come see me.”

  There was only one problem. Zahn Corl wouldn’t want Trent Dar to know he instigated the theft of the Bortan chips. Her being known as a thief wouldn’t bother anyone. She stole for the cause of her people. She wasn’t sure how Trent would react if he found out who had backed the plot, or how she’d obtained them.

  Trent nodded, pleased that she had no intention of keeping him a secret from her father. Because he had no intention of keeping the knowledge from Corl. First chance he had, Trent planned on contacting the man himself. There was a matter of Bortan chips to discuss, among other things.

  They were out of Bin now, and Trent accelerated, flying higher off the ground as he headed toward Cran. Dawn secured her comm to her head and then took a breath before speaking her father’s name, which would activate the call.

  She was all too aware of Trent sitting next to her, giving her a side-glance while monitoring the controls of the glider. Heat burned through her with him next to her, close enough to sense his power, but far enough that she’d have to lean to touch him.

  Finding her father had been the highlight of her life. His apparent acceptance of her gave her confidence she didn’t know existed in her, allowed her to move among those who, if they’d known her life as a slave, would have treated her poorly instead of with respect. Her strong Gren looks aided in making others hesitate in mouthing off to her.

  Up until several days ago, that had been enough to make her happy, make her feel she could make something out of her life. But now, with Trent in her life, she wanted more. She wanted his respect—she wanted him.

  Dawn licked her lips, speaking her father’s name quickly into the voice-activated comm, refusing to let Trent see how nervous she was.

  “Where are you?” her father said in form of greeting.