by Jaide Fox
He chuckled, strumming a hand up her bare thigh. “Why so angry? I see what you mean, Raker. She has much spirit. No wonder you are so distracted.”
“Too much,” he agreed, unbuttoning his pants. “Maura, why don’t you come pleasure me with your mouth and show Kelion what you are capable of? We are here for your benefit.”
That statement made her want to roll her eyes. How would having two men to suddenly pleasure be to her benefit, she wanted to ask? The fact that he never asked her what she wanted was a sticking point for her. She was more than just a body. She had a mind too, but he failed to realize that.
He was such a man, such a brute, she did not believe he would ever be able to change his ways and become more than a rutting beast. She enjoyed being pleasured, but she longed for more than climaxes.
Suddenly, she thought of a way to get Raker back for his humiliation of making her perform in front of a stranger. She would put on a show for him, all right.
Maura rose from the bed, crawling across it and crooking her finger to summon Raker to his feet. He arched his brows, intrigued, and stood, moving to her. She knew Kelion watched the sway of her breasts sloping down her chest, the roundness of her buttocks as she positioned herself to his view.
Raker stopped in front of her and she crouched on the edge, eagerly unzipping his pants and pulling his erection out. She licked her hand, keeping Kelion in the corner of her eye as she gripped Raker’s thick erection and engulfed it in her hands. With a twisting motion, she moved her hands up and down his shaft, making it grow to immense proportions before she ventured a teasing lick of the thick, mushroomed head and the bead of pre-cum glistening there.
Dimly, she heard both men groan. Feeling a certain satisfaction inside, she closed her mouth around Raker’s cock and sucked. He was clean, smelling of some fragrantly masculine soap. He kept the hair around his groin trimmed and short, but he was so long, she could never take him in her throat enough to feel the tickle of hair on her face.
Raker gripped the back of her head, fucking her mouth as she sucked him noisily and greedily, making wet, gagging sounds that she knew turned men on immensely. They seemed to like to think they were larger than life, impossibly huge. Raker was, in fact, enormous, but she could cater to his ego all the same.
She was pleased with the effect her mouth had on his member, and the pleasured groans coming from his chest.
Raker’s thighs tightened, his stomach flexed as she sucked on him and stroked with her hands, twisting and pulling, allowing her saliva to ease the friction as he swelled in her mouth and made her gag on his girth.
She forgot Kelion was watching, until she felt him move behind her and grip her hips suddenly. The move stunned her. Her jaws locked up as his face buried into her ass from behind and his tongue plunged into her tight vagina.
Far from being turned off, her pussy creamed on a violent spasm of pleasure. She arched her back as he tongue fucked her and fingered her clit. She’d never imaged feeling desirous of a stranger, but having him eat her pussy seemed taboo and deliciously forbidden. That Raker allowed it confused and excited her all at the same time.
His fingers in her hair caressed her crown and neck and he slowed her movements so she could concentrate on the pleasure Kelion elicited from her cunt.
She felt herself nearing orgasm unexpectedly and crested the wave, moaning around Raker’s cock as her pussy creamed with bliss. The feeling was short-lived. Almost as soon as she began climaxing, he pulled back and replaced his face with his cock.
Kelion pushed inside her tight channel with no preamble.
Maura pulled off Raker’s cock, gasping, in shock. She looked up at him and saw him looking down at her with lust filled eyes. Her confusion grew. She’d thought perhaps he’d brought a friend to watch them, or for her to engage in oral sex. She hadn’t imagined going this far, certainly not without discussion. But then, Raker did not make much small talk with her.
Kelion drew her back to sit on his lap, taking him fully inside her channel and leaving her exposed to Raker’s gaze as she straddled Kelion’s lap.
“What’s going on?” she asked, then bit her lip as Kelion pumped inside her with his long cock. He gripped her breasts from behind, pinching her nipples and biting her neck.
She felt exposed and vulnerable, but strangely turned on watching Raker’s reaction to having another man fuck her. She wondered what had happened to her, that she would find something like this a turn on.
“Do you like it,” Raker asked, stroking his cock as he watched Kelion plunder her pussy.
She didn’t know how to respond. Obviously, he wasn’t jealous of having another man touch her, at least not while he was present. But she wasn’t sure she was supposed to be enjoying herself. She felt naughty and bad and couldn’t admit to anything without fear of incriminating herself.
Raker watched them fuck for several minutes before he crawled onto the bed and joined them. He leaned over her to kiss her.
She normally avoided his kiss to keep herself from becoming attached to him. But this time, she could not escape him, trapped as Kelion had her. Raker gripped her jaw and forced her to meet his eyes. “We want to pleasure you. Is this what you’ve wanted?” he murmured and then pressed his lips to hers.
The moment his mouth touched her own, she remembered why she avoided kissing him. It kept her from remaining aloof to him, made her taste his essence, his breath. She moaned as Kelion fingered her clit, pinching and tweaking the swollen nub and stroking her insides.
As her mouth parted, Raker plunged his tongue inside. He tasted wild, his tongue hungry and voracious as it swept through the moist crevice of her mouth. He sparred with her tongue, drawing her out to suck her tongue into his mouth.
He dominated the kiss, heightening her arousal. Why would he think she wanted two men, she couldn’t know. Their race was a strange one, defying obvious conventions. She only imagined he did this to titillate himself. Perhaps he truly did this to satisfy her, but he’d never asked. Only fucked her brains out from the time he arrived home until he went to sleep. Lust was no substitute for love—in any civilization.
Sandwiched between the two men, Maura had little choice but to comply with their wishes—to satisfy her. Raker had satisfied her many times. Many times. How had he gotten the perception that she was displeased with his lovemaking? That she wanted or needed something more?
She felt Kelion pull out of her vagina and push into her anus, eased inside by the cream of her body. Raker had thoroughly broken in her backside, playing with every manner of toy and vibrator until she enjoyed the attention to that area almost as much as her vagina. It was a different sort of stimulation, almost painful at times, keeping her from coming more often than not, but when he plugged her ass with a toy and penetrated her cunt, she’d had orgasms so strong throughout her body that she’d nearly passed out.
Kelion eased inside her tight anus and rested, holding still while Raker crouched over both their legs. His cock seemed to grow before her eyes, thinning to allow him entry to her body along with Kelion.
Maura swallowed, feeling her desire grow with the look in Raker’s heavy lidded gaze looking down at her. She arched her head back, allowing him to kiss the column of her throat as his cock pressed into her slick cunt. She moaned when she felt her body stretch around them both, accepting them willingly.
The awkwardness of before was gone, leaving only the desire for pleasure and fulfillment. Slowly, he penetrated her fully, sinking to the hilt inside before beginning a push pull with Kelion, alternating which moved inside her and driving her lust higher than she thought possible.
Maura jerked, stretched to the brim and heated from both sides by the hot press of their naked skin against her. Had Raker not so thoroughly explored and stretched her holes with his demented games, she would never have been able to accept both of them at the same time.
As it was, it was almost painful to behold. Almost.
Merely thinking about having two
men at once was a forbidden fantasy that she knew many women shared. Had that been Raker’s intent, to fulfill a secret fantasy he thought she possessed? What she wanted was to feel loved, and not just some bed wench that could be easily replaced by any other woman.
Kelion slid nearly free, his movements smooth and arousing. Maura clenched at the retreat, felt Raker jerk in reaction. He groaned, driving inside her harder, making her forget the feeling of emptiness and then fullness in her backside.
She felt herself growing closer to climax. Felt the sensation unfurl within her, deep inside as slowly and assuredly as the breath stole from her lungs. Raker’s movements were jerky. His need almost ravenous. He ravaged her body, pumping into her furiously, spurred on by the clenching and unclenching of her body around him.
Maura raised her arms to grasp his shoulders, digging her fingers into the broad muscles there. She saw his tattoos glow blue as power warped through him. The first time she’d seen it, she’d been frightened, but now seeing his body wrapped in power only served to increase her arousal, for she knew it meant he was close to reaching climax and taking her with him.
Flexing and pulling, pushing and stroking, they moved within her until she could take no more. The heat from their bodies seared her skin. Her heart pumped furiously in her chest. Her breath came as raggedly as their own.
When the climax finally claimed her, it took them all up that glorious upsurge of pleasure until moans and groans filled the air. Heat lightning seemed to rivet from their cocks, bursting inside her with an explosion of hot seed that consumed her in all-encompassing ecstasy.
Maura cried out, biting Raker’s shoulder, clawing his back, feeling Kelion behind her just as strongly as his friend.
When it was over, they moved, unwedging her from their bodies. She lay curled in Raker’s arms as Kelion left their suite, and she wondered how he was capable of walking after all that rigor.
Raker stroked her back in soothing circles, and it was the first time she’d ever felt any tenderness from him. She looked up at his face, feeling her heart warm from the cold that normally kept it at bay.
“Did you enjoy yourself?” he asked, looking down and studying her face.
“I did,” she admitted, feeling no sense of guilt when she should have.
“I thought you would. Many women enjoy two men at once.”
She frowned. “Why didn’t you ask me if I would? Why did you just assume I’d want to have a stranger join us?”
He stopped stroking her back. “But you did enjoy yourself.”
There was a confused tone to his voice that she didn’t miss. She chose to ignore it.
She sat up in bed and pulled the sheet over herself, rolling to put her back to him. “That’s beside the point. All you do is assume. You think you can do whatever you want and I’m just supposed to accept it because I’m your slave and you’re my master.”
“Is that why you remain aloof to me? Because you call me master?”
She was quiet a long while before finally answering him. “If you must know, yes. I’m a free-thinking being, not a mindless simpleton. It’s one thing to dominate me in the bed, but you don’t allow me to do anything on my own. You don’t trust me. Why would I give myself to you completely when I get nothing in return?”
“I will have to think on this,” he said.
Good, she thought. She hoped she’d given him plenty to think about. She wasn’t some doormat. If this was to be her life, then she wanted some say over it too. Yes, she might enjoy herself in the bed, but lust was fleeting. She needed and craved more than this in her life.
Chapter Six
Pleasure was not the missing element to their relationship. Neither was bending Maura to his will. He’d thought fulfilling a fantasy would be the key to her happiness, and now he saw that was not the case.
She obeyed him. She responded to his touch, but she never came to him of her own accord. He began to see the reason why.
She felt trapped by him. Smothered.
It bothered him that she felt that way, but as he began turning it over in his mind that night and the next day, he slowly began to see that she was right. He wanted to be her master, but of her own free will.
She was a prisoner. His prisoner.
He wanted a mate. More than just a woman to fuck.
He didn’t realize it at first, but what he wanted was for her to love and desire him.
Once he’d come to that realization, he began to wonder how he could accomplish his goal of getting her to love him. And once he went down that path, he realized, ultimately, what he needed to do was give her freedom back to her.
There was an ancient saying that if you loved something, to set it free. If it came back to you, it was meant to be.
Raker had little experience with women. As much as he wanted to keep Maura under his control, his dissatisfaction by her aloofness and defiance ate at him until it was all he could think about. Sure, he could slake his lust on her body, but that was not enough for him, not anymore.
He wanted to capture her mind and soul, not just her body. The knowledge of what was missing ate at him like a cancer.
The games held no appeal for him, and he knew he had to go through with his intentions or he would be eaten alive by doubt.
When he arrived at his suite, she was waiting on him, naked in the bed. He’d never even bothered to give her any clothing to wear in the entire time she’d been with him. It was one way of ensuring she couldn’t escape at the first opportunity. Nudity was just one chain he had to unleash.
“Here. Cover yourself with this,” he said, throwing a gown at her in the bed.
She looked down at the deep blue garment in shock. “Really?” she said, looking happy for once.
The smile on her face should have given him elation. Instead, he felt only dread at what he would next do. He knew she would never willingly choose to be with him. She did not love him. What was there to love about him? Sex and domination? An animal? What woman would choose that life he wondered?
When she’d donned the gown, she nearly took his breath away. He’d thought her beautiful and desirous nude. Somehow, having the deep blue folds fitted to her form only made him lust to tear the damn thing off her body and pin her to the bed and forget everything he was about to say.
She spun around in a circle, making the skirt flow around her legs and hips. She looked as enchanted as a young girl. She smiled. “I love it. Why the sudden change?”
He swallowed, feeling a lump in his throat. “I thought you would need it when you leave here,” he said.
Her brow furrowed. “Leave?”
He pushed a hand through his hair, summoning the courage to free her though every instinct urged him not to. “I release you from your indenture. You are a free woman. Free to choose where you shall go. Where you shall live. You are no longer my slave, Maura.”
It was almost a relief to have the words out. A sense of guilt lifted from his shoulders. He felt better for having said it to her, but the look on her face was almost enough to slice his heart in two.
There was such happiness on her face now, he felt crushed inside. She skipped to him and hugged him tightly. “I’m free? I can leave? I don’t have to stay here anymore? Why?”
“Yes. You can go anywhere. I have funds to help you leave, or you can choose a suite here if you wish. A trapped bird is never so beautiful as one allowed to roam the skies,” he said, his voice low and pained in his throat.
She practically squealed. The fact that he’d never heard or seen or so happy before wore him down, tearing at his soul.
“I’d like to book passage off this planet then. I have family I haven’t seen in years. I can’t go back to my home planet, of course, but I see no reason not to visit some of the outstretched colonies. Oh, thank you, Raker! You’ve made me so happy!” she said, smiling broadly and kissing his cheeks.
The knowledge that he’d set her free weighed almost as heavily as knowing that she had no intention of r
emaining with him.
She did not love him and probably never would.
***
Happy could not begin to describe what Maura felt. She was so ecstatic to have her freedom back, she could hardly think of anything except leaving the planet and going on her merry way.
She wanted to travel the galaxy and establish a new life for herself somewhere distant. She had family and friends on a multitude of colonies who hadn’t heard from her since her incarceration and sentencing, and no doubt she could get help from one of them somewhere.
She was so wrapped up in herself and her plans, she never questioned the sudden change in Raker’s attitude toward her.
He did not touch her the night he released her from her imprisonment. Nor did he touch her the second night or the next when he told her he’d procured passage for her to Centurion 961. He came bearing her gifts: jewelry and gold, gowns and shoes and everything she would need to make her travels more comfortable.