by Dawn Ryder
“Leave me.” Her hiss of denial was met with another chuckle from his wide chest. Her hands slapped against his body as she leaned back to escape the temptation of his mouth. He lifted her right off her feet and sat her bottom on the edge of her worktable. His hard thigh pressed between hers, parting them as he pulled her robe up to her hip. Her burning clit rejoiced as it was freed from the folds of her slit. It trembled with need as Tova struggled to find enough breath to order the Hunter away from her body.
“Leave you hungry?” His eyes glittered as he pushed her thighs wide open. He stepped right between her legs, his body keeping her spread. “You cannot understand the value of submission if you have never sampled pleasure. Have you ever brought your body to climax?”
His hand smoothed up her bare thigh as he asked his question. “Answer me, Tova.”
“No.” She snapped her mouth closed, frowning at how quickly she jumped to his command. Somehow, she did not think the laws of the Hunter/non-convict applied to questions of this nature.
“Has anyone brought you to climax?” His hand cupped her mons and she jumped. She couldn’t snap her legs shut because he stood between them. One of his arms was draped down her back, keeping her from moving back across the table. A single thick finger moved up the center of her slit.
“As wet as I thought it would be.”
His finger flicked over her clit and she cried out with the pleasure. Her hips were arching towards his hand as he rubbed the little bundle of nerve endings. She had never thought there was a spot on her body that could feel so good. She wanted to lift her hips towards his finger but her pussy felt empty too. There wasn’t time to ponder the mix of emotion as need twisted tighter and tighter under his finger. He leaned down to seal her cries inside her mouth as his finger flicked and rubbed her. The taste of blood invaded her passion momentarily but there was no holding back the pleasure that began to rip her away from every manner of thought. There was nothing but the taste of his kiss and the finger rubbing her clit. Her pussy contracted as pleasure filled her body. Satisfaction followed leaving only a deep ache in her pussy. A few slow rubs over her clit and the finger was removed as he lifted his mouth from hers.
She was free a moment later. He even pulled her robe down to cover her. Tova grasped the edge of the table she sat on, grateful for its support. The Hunter stood two paces away from her, watching her with his dark eyes. His face was taut with desire, his jaw clenched against his own need for release. The control he held over his own urges was admirable and even frightening. A man with such patience would be a Master who controlled his submissive completely. A shiver shook her body as she pressed her thighs together to shield her tender flesh.
“Offer me your submission, Tova.”
His eyes dropped to the floor in front of him. Her temper flared to life in spite of the ripples of delight still moving through her body. The fact that he demanded her surrender now after feeding her lust made her even more determined to resist. He was a man who wanted complete submission, not one aided by burning need. But he was insane to think she would simply walk away from her life because of one moment of bliss. Life was more complicated than just sex.
“I do not even know your name.”
“I am named Hawk. You will spread for me, Tova. Accept it and you will know only pleasure. Until then, suffer your hunger. Until I decide to relieve it once again.”
A corner of his mouth twitched up into a grin. He raised his hand and wiped the smeared blood off his chin. The Hunter looked at the proof of her resistance as his lips curved into a full smile. Tova shivered as she looked at the expression. It was a promise, an acceptance of the challenge her denial presented to him. At that moment she was prey in his eyes and hunger burned brightly in those dark orbs.
Chapter Three
She would rather labor in the burning sun under Rishan’s ill-tempered direction! Tova felt tears sting her eyes as she applied her temper to her labor. She finished her allotment of work before her time, leaving her with nothing save her thoughts.
It was a poor choice to have made.
Her idle hands allowed her mind to linger over her encounter with Hawk. She snorted at her recollection of his name. But she smirked as she recalled that he would have her call him Master instead. Nay, it would not happen! She shivered as her body burned with renewed need. She did not understand how it was possible. So much pleasure gained from one touch. For certain, she had felt her clit throb before, yet not with such demand as when Hawk kissed her.
But the explosion of pleasure was what perplexed her. She had not known her body could feel that way. Each touch had been so intense that her mind replayed them over and over to her as she waited for time to pass. Empty minutes were always the longest. Today, it felt as though idleness might drive her insane. That fear twisted through her once more as she recognized that the hunger growing in her body would push her into something far worse—submission.
The blood drained from her face as the time changed and she yanked her wrap off the side wall. She didn’t even bother to drape it around her shoulders before she hurried out of the command center. The night area was chilly but her skin was flushed with heat as her heart beat faster than normal. Maybe she should not be so surprised to discover her body burning with the desire to mate. It was something every female endured. Still she would have picked up the hem of her robe and run down the street if it would have gained her any relief.
There would be no escape and that was what tormented her the greatest. Tova cursed against the fact that females did not wear britches. Only males wore fabric between their thighs. Females wore robes that fell to their ankles. The warm air during the day made the dress practical. Males wore britches because their labors involved bending over and climbing. Females were expected to make do with a simpler garment that required less labor to produce. Tova had never given much thought to it but tonight her thighs were slick with her own juices. The folds of her sex felt swollen, pressing in on her clit. Making her yearn to spread her thighs apart to relieve the pressure.
But somehow she knew her own hand would not yield as much pleasure as Hawk’s had. It was more than just his touch, it had been his scent filling her head and the way he held her against his body. The brush of his hard cock against her that sent her blood racing. Now it was only a dull ache compared to when Hawk was kissing her.
She shuddered as she realized it might be much, much worse. Rumors surfaced from her memory of something she had never thought might touch her body. Tonight, she gasped as she realized the possibility of Hawk using a training harness on her.
Those contraptions were favored among Hunters. A diabolical creation formed by strips of leather. It was secured around a female’s waist. Two lengths ran between her thighs where two smooth beads were held in place against her clit. Each step would rub those beads back and forth across the wearer’s clit. The training harness was used to prepare a captured Trophy for full penetration. Hunters were much larger than most females and it was considered a point of honor among them to strap their intended mate into those contraptions out of kindness. To loosen the female body before they claimed them completely.
Tova moaned slightly as her clit burned. If Hawk placed her in a training harness, she would be trapped in its tormenting hold. A training harness was riveted onto the female and had to be cut off. There were no knives permitted in the penal sphere. Her new position allowed her use of such sharp tools but she was scanned before she left to ensure she left them behind. That was the reason she had to go and pick up pieces of the garments she was to assemble in her last labor assignment—the only cutting tool she was allowed was a small thread slicer.
Tova snorted as she forced her feet to move slower. A training harness would be a declaration of submission. Once her body was in one she could forget ever returning to her life. If she took Hawk as a lover, even convicts would shun her. She might lie, claim she spread to keep her job. That would not be unique but it would be dishonorable. She grumble
d as her conscience refused to allow her to sully her relationship with Hawk. He wasn’t trying to buy her. There was respect for her in that truth. That was something she would not tarnish, even to make her life easier.
It had been so very long since she felt respected. Even if she refused him, she would always remember Hawk for treating her so well. He was a man worth her honesty.
Tova entered her living area and looked quickly about. She moved towards her sleeping space to consider her reflection. Her lips looked fuller and her cheeks were stained with a blush. She laughed at herself before moving off to prepare supper. Their allotment of food was stored away and she looked at it, trying to decide what to heat. All day she had prepared meals for Hunters. She realized how much better those men ate. It made sense with their larger body size but she was still envious of the meat. Her meal would not have any of the rich protein source. Among prisoners it was tightly controlled to keep the males from building their muscles. A tiny giggle escaped her lips as Tova considered Rishan. He had too much laziness in his character to dedicate enough of his time to building a body like Hawk had. Her fingers had told her exactly how strong the Hunter was beneath his uniform.
“About time you showed up.”
Rishan was surly as his eyes inspected her. There were times she might have feared lust from him if he was not her blood. It was moments like this when his eyes lingered on her breasts that she felt the need to bathe more intensely. Tonight it bothered her more than ever. Tova turned and propped her hand on her hip.
“Take your temper elsewhere, Rishan, or eat cold rations. I am not late nor do I owe you apology for completing my labor rotation.”
Rishan’s eyes widened as his fist struck the table between them. He pointed a dirty finger at her. “You spread for one of those Hunters, didn’t you?”
“I did not.” The details didn’t matter. The flare of suspicion on her brother’s face said he did not believe her. “Even if I had, I would think it would please you, since you are forever concerned with my chaste state.”
An odd look crossed her brother’s face before he spoke again. “Just don’t let him use your pussy for free. Those cursed Hunters take everything from us. Get something in return. Pussy shouldn’t be free, even for them.”
Rishan left and Tova felt her mood darken. Aye, she and her sibling might not agree on much but he was correct about one thing. Hunters used non-convict females. That was not gossip but a fact she had witnessed with her own eyes. A little dagger of pain rent a hole in her memory of the pleasure Hawk had wrung from her body. In truth, he might seek her submission for his own pleasures. Failing to deliberate on that fact could see her cradling a broken heart when he found some other female and moved on. It shouldn’t bother her, it was a fact of life. Still she frowned as she went about her work, the light mood that had her humming most of the day now vanished as she contemplated the position she was in. Attracting Hawk’s attention was dangerous.
Hawk…he was rather well named. A raptor swooped down and ripped its prey from its tracts too. It was swift and powerful and master of what it held grasped in its talons.
Indeed, there was much to be careful about since she had caught his eye.
Her bed was cold. Tova shivered and tossed on her thin pallet. Sleep should have carried her away easily. Her muscles ached from a full day’s work and yet her mind refused to stop thinking.
She hissed as she kicked at her bedding. It was a fine time for her brain to be working! Where had her powers of thinking been when Hawk was pushing her body into chaos? That had been the time for her to be immersed in logic and reasoning—not in the middle of the night. Tomorrow would not be kind if she failed to master her mind and gain some sleep.
But it was more than her thoughts that kept her awake. Tova faced the truth as her body burned for attention. Even bathing had not eased her need. Deep in her pussy she ached for more than Hawk had given her with his hand. She was too old to not understand what her body hungered for.
Possession. Deep and hard, she craved knowing what Hawk’s cock felt like deep inside her pussy. Her clit burned as her nipples drew into hard buttons and her bed felt as uncomfortable as stone against her back.
Why a Hunter? She might indulge her hunger if it weren’t for the black uniform he wore. Tova shifted as her pussy contracted. No, there was no other male who caused her to burn like this. The parade of males Rishan had pushed her towards had never affected her so. The thought of being penetrated by any of them was repulsive, and now she burned for a Hunter’s possession.
Her temper flared to life as she smoothed her hands over her own breasts. Pleasure moved down her skin as her thighs fell apart to relieve the pressure of her folds against her clit.
A little sigh of relief floated out of her lips as she stroked her breasts once more. It was amazing how delightful her own hands felt on her bare skin. She could feel each fingertip as she rubbed her breasts and moved her hands down over her belly. Her clit clamored for attention as she hesitated on her bare mons. She never allowed her pubic hair to grow during the warm season. Most females did not. It was considered unclean. Tonight the skin was alive with nerve endings that begged for the smooth touch of a hand. It was Hawk’s hand she craved but Tova slid her own over her mons. Pleasure rippled through her as her fingers found the proof of her arousal. Her slit was wet with the fluid that had eased from her pussy as she dreamed of Hawk. Now her body burned for relief. Innocence was bliss, because now that she knew of the pleasure that might be hers, she could not fall back into slumber without it.
Her finger dipped into her slit and found her clit. Her hips jerked with that contact as she sighed. She rubbed the little nub gently as her breathing increased and the memory of Hawk holding her against his hard body filled her thoughts. It was such a vivid recollection that she let her eyelids flutter shut as her finger rubbed her clit faster. Her breathing accelerated as her hips thrust up towards her hand. All she saw was the memory of the way Hawk had watched her while he rubbed her.
Mastering her…
Tension tightened under her finger as she felt her need cresting. It broke apart in a storm of delight that allowed her to collapse back onto her bed, finally at peace. The scent of her own pussy filled her bed as a dull ache remained deep in her belly. Tova didn’t bother to open her eyes. Hawk’s face still looked back at her from her memory as she felt sleep pulling her towards its sanctuary.
Tomorrow would be soon enough to worry once again about her unwelcome attraction to a Hunter.
At least she would face him with a night of rest behind her.
* * * * *
“Trophies have their advantages.”
Hawk simply lifted his drink instead of answering Janus. His comrade’s voice was gruff but that simply fit both their current moods. “Then enjoy. Aldrich isn’t possessive.”
The Hunter in question was well known for sharing his female Trophies with his fellow Hunters. Tonight, three of his captured females were being passed among the small gathering of Hunters. One sat on her knees sucking the cock of Aldrich’s friend. Hawk considered her as she relaxed her jaw and allowed the male to fuck her mouth as he held her with a hand fisted in her hair. Her eyes lay shut and it was impossible to tell if she even thought about where she was. That sort of blind obedience turned his stomach.
It shouldn’t have. She had sucked his cock before. So had a few other Trophy females. Sharing among a group of friends like this was not uncommon in his life. Females were rare in the Hunter sphere. The only ones living among them were either captured Trophy, bound mate or daughter of a Hunter. Being generous with a Trophy was only good politics for the Hunter who owned more than one. Being stingy wouldn’t help a Hunter’s career. Some Hunters were possessive with their first female but they outgrew that when they captured their second.
The female in question was a thief. That suddenly bothered Hawk immensely. Rohan snarled before pulling her head away from his swollen cock. She opened her eyes and looked up
at him. “Get on your hands and knees.” She obeyed instantly as Rohan knelt behind her. He fitted his cock against her pussy and thrust deep into her body. His hands gripped her hips as he began to fuck her hard. Another Hunter presented his cock to her empty mouth, she obediently allowed him to thrust it inside. There was no sound from her, no little whimper of delight such as Tova had made when he brushed her nipple.
Hawk had never noticed such a detail before. He continued to watch Rohan as he fucked because the female was completely silent. Her breasts bounced as she was fucked. She gasped for breath whenever the cock in her mouth was removed enough for her to breathe but she never made any motion that might indicate that she enjoyed being mated. Instead, she held to her position as the two males using her body groaned through their releases. They pulled their spent cocks from her body and went to grab a drink. The Trophy female slowly stood up and moved off into a corner. She made small movements as she tried to escape notice and wrapped a robe around her body before sinking into a corner while his fellow Hunters became immersed in conversation.
Janus was frowning when Hawk looked back at his comrade. They stood and left without a word on the matter. Unsure as to what had changed his mood, Hawk simply held his thoughts. Never once had his own kind bothered him so much. The new emotion wasn’t sitting well. He was a Hunter and proud of his dedication to the uniform he wore, their policies were part of his life. Law was sacred, those who failed to obey deserved to be denied the privileges of free choice. A thief should not have the same rights as a female who lived her life obedient to the law. That was only just. Once someone was proven dishonest, it was necessary to ensure that the lawbreaker would be watched. A Trophy was not abused but she was held in custody to ensure that she never stole again.