Sex Slaves 03 Waiting for Dawn

by Lorie O'Clare

  “No. You haven’t. You forget, my dear, I’ve manned your ship. I’ve seen the logs of where you’ve traveled. Unless you took a less powerful ship into enemy territory, and somehow made it out alive, that ship of yours has definitely never orbited the planet Bort.” Trent shook his head, aching to touch her again but standing his ground. “I know the statistics all too well. Very few ships travel past Greneen to the planet Bort. And even fewer ships make it back.”

  Dawn worried her lower lip with her teeth, studying him. He’d give her this, she stood up to him better than most warriors he’d commanded in his time. He watched her soft gray eyes. Tall and proud, and so damned beautiful, he guessed her mind worked over possible arguments. He could almost see the thoughts churning. Her gaze never faltered, her stance barely shifted.

  “I can’t tell you any more.” She knew sharing the truth of her accomplice would incriminate her father. He’d trusted her when he’d introduced her to those who would help in the mission.

  There wasn’t much she could share about the woman who’d helped her obtain the Bortan chips. Zahn Corl had arranged the meeting, and Dawn had shown up where and when she was directed. The woman hadn’t shared much about herself, an intentional move Dawn had guessed.

  “Can’t. Or won’t.”

  “I won’t.” She spoke so quietly, but with so much conviction.

  Dawn would make a damn good warrior. Trent nodded, turning from her and heading into the living room. In time he would know all of her secrets. There was no arguing that decision. Every minute he was with her, he wanted her more. No warrior would have dared deny him information he sought out. Trent had the power to ruin a person with a single command. Dawn had so much to lose, yet she stood up to him, challenged him, provoked him. She didn’t care so much about herself as she protected those she barely knew. It was an admirable trait—one of many he was learning she possessed.

  Dawn followed him into the living room, staring after him for a moment. It took longer for her breathing to return to normal. Had she really just stood up to Trent Dar and won? No way. He was up to something. And the urge to run after him, find out his plot, swarmed through her with a vengeance.

  She glanced around the room, noting the shiny surface of the long glass table in the center of the room. High-backed chairs surrounded the table. The room was designed for meetings and not entertaining. More than likely any social functions would take place in the House of Dar she’d seen upon entering the grounds. She couldn’t picture Trent Dar doing much entertaining anyway. At least not in this room.

  Glancing again toward the bedroom, a thought settled through her that he might have enjoyed a lady or two in that room. He wasn’t her man. She’d pretty much just told him that, yet a bitter taste crept into her mouth when she pictured him enjoying another woman.

  He wasn’t her man, she repeated to herself.

  She scowled, but then looked up when she heard his deep baritone muttering something. He didn’t look at her but moved past her again, returning to his room.

  “I’ll need a gown for the homecoming meal,” she heard him say when she reached the doorway.

  Shadows passed over Trent’s profile as he stood half facing her. The suns barely offered light through the long windows on either side of his bed. And the light in the room was dimmed, probably to the brightness most Gren enjoyed. A planet so far from the suns with a people whose eyes had adjusted to living in shadow-filled days and pitch-black nights. Yet even in the shadows she enjoyed the view of the powerful man before her.

  Tall and dark, powerful-looking and dangerous, he showed no emotion while speaking to the unknown person at the other end of the transmission. He might as well be ordering ships to battle as requesting a dress for a social affair. His expression remained the same. Relaxed yet in control. His features strong, forbidding, and a challenge. She could enjoy many days learning this man.

  He turned his attention to her when he pulled the comm from his ear.

  “Come here.” It was an order.

  And one she found herself obeying without thought. How interesting that she’d spent a lifetime rebelling against such commands. Yet two simple words uttered from Trent’s mouth had her moving into the room to stand in front of him.

  “I would dishonor you if I didn’t properly prepare you for the function we’re about to attend.” His tone had changed, relaxed, his words spoken with something almost resembling tenderness. “It isn’t customary to introduce you to members of the House of Dar informally. But under the circumstances, I feel it’s necessary.”

  Trent saw that she knew little about the ways of his people. More than likely her father had been amused by her wild ways, her untamed nature. A Gren in the purest form—without the upbringing of what is proper and what isn’t. In a way he envied her that. Dawn was truly free. But Trent wouldn’t have her meet the Corl family, be presented to the table, without her understanding what she would endure.

  “I won’t beg for them to like me.” She’d taken on that stubborn expression of hers, her chin sticking out as she straightened.

  “I can only imagine what you would beg for,” he said, his tone turning thick with need he couldn’t keep buried.

  They didn’t have much time. And there was even less time they would have alone. Already the suns dipped low toward the horizon. The first one would set soon.

  Dawn looked up at him, the need he felt tightening in his groin matching the glazed desire that spread over her pretty gray eyes.

  “I’m not going to beg for anything.” She dropped her gaze, taking in the bulging muscles that pressed against his shirt. “I go after what I want, and leave behind what I don’t want.”

  “It’s that simple, is it?” He was amused.

  She was so damned cocky. Yet underneath her hardened shell he saw a woman, vulnerable and in unknown waters. She gloried in the challenge of an adventure. But he also saw her fear of the unknown, the ache that came from an unknown source deep inside her to learn from every experience she took on. That appealed to him. Who was he fooling—it more than appealed to him. Every minute he was with her he ached to know her better, figure out what made her tick, learn every inch of her, inside and out.

  Dawn caressed his chest, letting her fingers graze over solid muscle, feel the heat from touching him rush through her hands, up her arms, and course through her body.

  Her fingers dragged over his shirt to his pants. Adrenaline already pumped through him. Her touch was like tiny spears scraping over him, puncturing through him, drugging him with a need that almost put him over the edge. He grabbed her wrists before she could touch his cock. Holding her so she couldn’t move, he stared into the source of her passion, burning alive in her gaze.

  “And you think you can have whatever you wish?” he asked, his voice a hoarse whisper. His control was on edge. It would take nothing to toss her onto his bed, have his way with her. His cock burned inside his pants, throbbing furiously to be unbound, set free, buried in her heat.

  “How do you know what I want?” she whispered, toying with him. Her voice had taken a husky, sultry edge that swept through him like a wildfire.

  He released her hands, unable to prevent her from seeking out what she would.

  She smiled with satisfaction, her hands cupping his cock, her fingers wrapping around his shaft through his pants.

  “Free me, woman.” His eyes closed. There was no way he could stop her from doing what she wanted.

  Her fingers were magic, caressing and stroking, taking over with her touch until his entire body was so hard that he couldn’t move. It took more energy than he thought to simply open his eyes. She had gone to her knees, nimbly working his pants until she released his cock. Holding it in her hands, she stared at it like it was a rare jewel, fondling it and running her fingers over it until he thought he would explode that very moment.

  When he growled, fighting for control not to move, not to stop her from her investigation, she looked up at him and smiled. Her g
rin was sincere, so simple, her guard down for the moment. True happiness and peace made her expression glow. Her long black hair fanned down her back while soft gray eyes glowed in the evening light.

  He held his breath when she stuck out her tongue, tasting the tip of his cock. Warm heat soared through him, the simple act forcing him to lock his knees so that he wouldn’t stumble, wouldn’t grab her, wouldn’t prevent her from having her way from him.

  “Tell me if you like this,” she asked.

  Her breath against his shaft while her fingers continued to stroke him had him in a trance.

  “You’re doing fine so far,” he managed to say, blood rushing from his head, making him dizzy, while it surged through his veins to his cock.

  She took him in her mouth, slowly at first, then tightening her lips around him and sucking him into her heat.

  “By the gods. Damn woman.” He gripped her head, needing to hold on.

  The heat from her mouth sent a raging fever through him, blood pulsing faster, making his cock throb while the pressure built.

  Her tongue stroked his shaft, humidity soaring from her mouth while her lips began moving up and down over him. He couldn’t believe how incredibly good it was. Here was a woman who’d never had anal sex before, yet proved a master at sucking cock.

  His fingers tangled through her hair, holding it in place, unable to hold still any longer. He wouldn’t dwell on how many times she’d done this. If she’d been forced, or had willingly given into the act. Her past wouldn’t consume him right now. She offered herself without coercion. He hadn’t asked her to do this. And she was doing such a damn good job. He wouldn’t suggest she stop. Far from it.

  “Dawn,” he growled, watching her worship his cock with her mouth. “You’re incredible.”

  His eyes rolled back, while his toes curled in his boots. Gripping her head, his hands tangled in her hair. He moved in and out of her mouth. Her lips stretched around him, not confining his movement but making it easier as the moist heat increased over his shaft.

  When she moaned her response, the vibration of the sound sent a rush through him, reaching his soul. Her tongue worked magic as she took him in deeper, managing to reach the end of his shaft with her lips. She gagged, causing her throat to constrict around him. Dawn would suck the life right out of him. And he sure would die a happy man.

  She pulled back, releasing his cock for a moment while she sucked in air. He tightened his grip on her head, but wouldn’t force himself back into her mouth. His brain might be mush at the moment, but her gift was pure ecstasy, and he wouldn’t abuse it.

  “You’re going to come in my mouth,” she told him and then sucked him back into her heat.

  Her command sent shivers through him, his muscles hardening throughout his body while his cock threatened to explode without warning.

  Dawn relished how good Trent tasted and smelled. A mixture of Greneen leather added with the salty taste of his pre-cum had her eagerly devouring him. Already her lips were tingling from running them back and forth over his cock. She built up the momentum, visions of the women from Ryl Plantation giving head, filling her thoughts as she knelt in front of Trent.

  Oddly enough, memories of being told to do this exact same act hit her as she enjoyed Trent’s cock. A specific time flooded through her thoughts without bidding.

  She’d been young, not quite a full-grown woman but still a teenager, when the master had called her to him. Continually in and out of trouble, she’d expected another reprimand when entering his private chambers.

  “You intrigue me,” she remembered him saying, his voice clear in her head even though he’d been dead for a while now.

  She’d stood inside his private room, taking in the magnificent furniture, the expensive carpet that her bare feet sunk deep into, and the pricey fragrances that filled her nostrils.

  All she remembered thinking at the time was that the money to gain all these wonderful items came from selling sex slaves. She despised him for that.

  “You don’t know me,” she’d told him. Her mouth had gotten her in trouble more times than not, but she was unable to keep her thoughts to herself.

  The master hadn’t smiled. He seldom did. Instead he’d told her to come to him. He’d used the same tone Trent had used just minutes ago, yet she’d reacted so differently. She dug her toes into the carpet and didn’t move.

  When he’d pulled out his plump cock, squeezed the flesh with his thick, fat fingers, told her what he had wanted to do, she’d turned and run from the room. The thought of putting that thing in her mouth had made her want to puke. Knowing she would be punished for her act, she hadn’t returned to the small cottage she shared with her mother and several other sex slaves, but instead had raced to the large cooking house, where the slaves who prepared the meals worked around the clock.

  Hiding behind rows of dried herbs, she consented to the fact she would sleep the night out there.

  “Don’t tell me that is more comfortable than your bed.” One of the sex slaves, a boy about her age, had been in the room and she hadn’t even noticed him until it was too late.

  “Shush and go away,” she had ordered him.

  Either intrigued, or having nowhere to go, the boy hadn’t moved. Instead he came closer, his expression curious and aroused.

  “Why do you run from sex?” he’d asked her. “Is there something wrong with you?”

  The way he looked at her told Dawn he thought just the opposite.

  “No one is going to tell me what to do,” she snapped at him.

  He’d come closer until he had her cornered behind the bundles of herbs. She hadn’t been afraid of him. There was no way he could force her to do anything anyway. None of the other slaves could out power her. She’d grown up with all of them and was much stronger, not to mention taller than almost all of them.

  “It’s your black hair, I think.” He’d reached out and touched her, gently stroking the side of her head.

  She hadn’t moved. Fighting him off might bring attention to them. She would be able to make him go away with a harsh word, yet for some reason she couldn’t quite remember now, she hadn’t made him leave.

  “You’re so different from the rest of us,” he had told her. “They will always call for you. And you know, sex isn’t so bad. Haven’t you ever tried it?”

  She hadn’t. And he ended up being her first. The young sex slave proved to be fairly decent, kissing and fondling her behind the heady scent of the herbs.

  Dawn cupped the full sacs that held Trent’s seed, feeling his skin move against her palm. She stroked him gently with her hand while taking him deep into her mouth, just to the point where she might gag, and then releasing him.

  His fingers in her hair had her soaked. The way he held her, keeping her in place yet not confining her movements made her pussy pulse with a desire to come like she never had before.

  “Are you ready for me?” Trent asked, his voice sounding like a growl.

  She nodded, not wanting to stop what she was doing to answer him.

  His cock swelled, veins protruding from his shaft, filling with blood. She stroked him with her tongue. And then hot liquid filled her mouth. It was so salty, so thick.

  Trent came in her mouth, his body shaking while he exploded. She couldn’t drink all that he offered. Pulling him out, running her tongue over the tip while more white cream seeped from him, she looked up through blurred vision, smiling.

  He pulled her to her feet, kissing her savagely and tasting his cum on her breath.

  She pulled away, breaking off the kiss. “Don’t think you are the only one who can take charge here, Trent Dar. If that thought ever crosses your mind again, remember this moment.”

  Chapter Fifteen

  Trent was still lightheaded when the computer announced in its mechanical voice that someone wished to enter his home.

  Dawn stood in front of him, her face flushed from her act. She looked around her, her expression turning to one of curiosity a
s the announcement filled the room.

  “Seems it would be just as easy to knock,” she muttered.

  Trent fought not to smile. He adjusted his pants, his cock still throbbing and damp from her mouth. More than anything he wished for time to enjoy every inch of her body, drink of her juices and pound that tight pussy of hers until she screamed. She looked so beautiful, her lips full and moist, her gaze glassy from sucking him off.

  And he couldn’t help but enjoy her determination not to submit to him. She would learn to trust him, to see that he would always have the say in all situations. But he’d give her this moment, let her feel she had the upper hand. There wasn’t time right now to instruct her on how following his direction would only benefit her. He had to protect her, allow her to learn of the solar system she’d been sheltered from, in bits and pieces, and not jump in headfirst where she might be hurt.

  Trent turned toward the door, working to clear his mind so that he could greet family who would bring appropriate clothing for Dawn to wear tonight.

  “Oh.” His mind had regained control, even though his cock still throbbed for more of Dawn. “When my sister and her daughters greet you, your response will be simply, ‘the honor is mine’. “

  Dawn’s lips tingled and her pants were damp at the crotch when Trent opened the door to his home. She didn’t understand what he’d just said, but mouthed the words silently, wondering how many times over the next few hours she would fumble their traditions. She didn’t see that it mattered much. After all, it was no secret that she was an outsider. They would accept her for who she was, or not at all. Nonetheless, she stood silently, trying to clear her expression and look presentable when Trent pushed the button on the wall and the door slid to the side.

  A woman about as tall as she was, accompanied by two girls, entered, all carrying bundles.

  “Welcome home, brother,” the woman said, putting her bundle down on the table in the living area and then embracing Trent.

  “Ral, the welcome is appreciated.” Trent hugged his sister and then turned to the two girls. “Your daughters are turning into beautiful young women.”