by Leila Brown
Pleasuring a Pirate
Leila Brown
Pleasuring a Pirate
Copyright © September 2009 by Leila Brown
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About this Title
Genre: BBW Multicultural Sci Fi/Fantasy Ménage
Seraphina—"Sera"—Jones won the vacation of a lifetime: an all-expenses-paid trip to the Pleasure Planet, a place where her every desire will be fulfilled. No one will give a damn about her curves, her mocha skin, or her crazy sexual fantasies. Sera and her sister are all set to enjoy her good luck until a pair of pirate hotties that look at her like she’s their own personal fantasy hijacks their ship.
Ace and Ryas are space pirates out to do a quick jack and run. Simple. Get in, ransom the cargo, and get out before getting caught. One look at Sera and they know they'll be taking on more booty than they planned. Hers. But now Ace and Ryas will have to prove if they are strong enough to keep the treasure they’ve found.
Publisher's Note: This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and situations that some readers may find objectionable: Anal play/intercourse, ménage (m/f/m).
Prologue
Seraphina Jones squeezed her sister's hand as their line finally moved forward. Things like this never happened to her. She was always the friend of the girl who got the diamond ring, won the jackpot, or in this case, won a trip to the most expensive off-world paradise. She raked her teeth over her bottom lip as the shuttle desk attendant scanned her virtual ticket. The scanner beeped twice as she crossed through the body scanners.
“Please enjoy your trip to the Pleasure Planet, Ms. Jones,” the attendant said as she scanned the ticket, and it vanished with a loud beep.
For the millionth time, Sera marveled that she was the winner of the Pleasure Cruise Sweepstakes. She honestly couldn't even remember entering the damn thing. Considering only twelve women worldwide won each year, she wouldn't have wasted her time. They always chose those skinny bitches with the nonexistent stomachs and supersized breasts.
“Come on. Move it,” Sophie, her younger sister, said, giving Sera a sharp jab to the ribs. “The rest of us want to get on board too.”
Sera looked back at her sister and was tempted to stick out her tongue. The little brat should be grateful; the only reason she was here was because Sera got to bring a guest. And seeing as how her love life was pretty empty these days, Sophie was the only choice.
After her sister passed the counter, she slipped her arm through Sera's and almost dragged her across the walkway leading to the shuttle. With each step, something in Sera screamed at the wrongness of the trip. She couldn't put her finger on it, but something didn't feel right.
“I have a bad feeling, Sophie.” Bad feeling was an understatement. The flips and twists her belly was doing would no doubt make her grab the nearest space-sickness bag.
“Come on, Sera. That's just nerves about the shuttle. If you're really afraid, you can always have them put you into one of the cryo-seats. You'll miss the view, but then again you'll be well rested when we get there.” The disappointment in her sister's voice indicated which way Sophie was leaning.
“No. I want to see. I mean, it's not like I'll get a chance like this again.” Sera battled against her out-of-control stomach. It was just nerves. Lots of people had issues with space travel. She could do this. It would be worth it in the end. Two weeks of straight mind-numbing, body-pulsing bliss. Any kind of body-sating pleasure she wanted.
“You know we'll probably be the only ones who choose to stay awake.” Sophie nodded her head toward the women being strapped into the cryo-seats.
“Ladies?” A small blonde attendant in a blue skintight uniform approached them. “Cryo-seat?”
“No, thank you. We prefer to see the view.” Sophie almost ran to the seats by the windows. She was literally bouncing on the balls of her feet. A cloud of excitement surrounded her. Sera wished she could be as excited.
“Are you sure? If you do the cryo-seats, you will feel like you just took a nap. Otherwise it's a three-week trip.” The woman grabbed Sera's arm and tried to steer her toward the passengers already sleeping in their seats.
“No, thank you. My sister wants to look out the windows, and so do I.” Sera peeled the woman's eager fingers from her right wrist and walked over to grab a seat next to Sophie. The woman's pinched face and pushy attitude made Sera want to reach out and slap the shit out of her.
The feeling that her life would never be the same ate at her. And she would be damned if she was going to sleep through a minute of it.
Chapter One
“Hull breach. Hull breach,” the computerized voice she'd named Angel announced in a voice way too calm for those words. Red lights and sirens blared. Sophie, who'd been asleep, jumped up with a start.
“What the fuck does she mean hull breach?” Sophie rubbed her eyes and moved her neck from side to side. “What the hell are we supposed to do?”
Sera shook her head. Only two other passengers besides them had opted to stay awake. There was no way to wake the others without those damn attendants. And even if they did wake them, what the hell could twenty-four passengers do?
Sera unclicked her seat belt and moved to unclick Sophie's. Glancing around, Sera saw the other passengers bend over and hide their heads. The chairs in front of them blocked them pretty effectively.
Sera looked over to Sophie. No way was that shit going to work for them. Unlike the two sticks cowering in their seats, Sera and Sophie were a tad bit healthier. If they huddled down, they'd just look ridiculous. She wasn't even going to try.
“We could hide in the bathroom,” Sophie whispered.
“And they would most likely look there. Besides, I doubt we could both fit in there at the same time.” Sera tried not to sound exasperated, but right now their options were looking like pure deep-fried crap!
“Ladies. Do not be alarmed. We are ransoming this vessel. If you simply stay seated, you will be on your way shortly.” A distinctly male voice poured o
ver Angel's loudspeaker.
“Oh shit,” Sophie muttered, her eyes opening extra wide.
“We have to do something. There is no way anyone is going to pay a ransom for us.” Sera stared at Sophie. All the other women might have some family back on Earth who would pay a fortune in credits for them, but Sera and her sister were the last of the Joneses.
“So what do you want to do? Go beg for our lives? Maybe if we just sit here, they won't notice us.” Sophie's gaze darted left, then right.
“More like we need to find an escape pod. I mean, these ships always have them, right?” At least Sera hoped so.
“I don't know. Can you fly an escape pod?” Sophie asked.
“I'm sure it has an autopilot system. Look, if you have any bright ideas, let me know. Until then, follow me.” Sera got up and started up the aisle. The door was stamped DO NOT OPEN. But it wasn't the ship's hatch, so screw it. More than likely it was the way to the control room. She looked back where her sister was still sitting in her seat.
“Come on, Sophie.” They were in this together, whether Sophie liked it or not.
Sophie stood up and grumbled as she stepped into the aisle. Sera waited until Sophie took her extended hand before she reached for the door handle.
“Hey, don't do that,” one of the two women hiding in her seat said with a whine.
Sera didn't pay her any attention. She turned the handle down and pushed. Nothing. So she turned the handle up and pushed. What the fuck? The door wouldn't budge. “It won't open.”
“Why the hell are you whispering? It's not like they can hear us,” Sophie said.
Sera turned to her sister. “And if they can?”
“We're screwed either way.” Sophie threw her hands up in the air, adding her normal dramatic spin. Although this time it seemed to stem more from panic than a need to be the center of attention.
“Look, Sophie, we don't—”
The sound of the door opening interrupted them. Both women took a few steps back. Sera stepped on Sophie's foot in her rush to get out of the way, and Sophie pushed her off her toes. The movement propelled Sera forward right into someone. Sera backpedaled quickly.
“Hello, ladies. We have received our ransom. You're free to go,” the mouthwatering mountain of a man said.
Sera swallowed hard. She could barely breathe. The man in front of her was a sight destined to star in every woman's wet dream. He was so delicious, she wanted to check her mouth for drool. He was taller than her, which was something. Usually, with her six-foot frame, she towered over men. But he was a good foot or two taller than her. His muscles bulged from beneath the silver tank shirt he wore. And his arms were at least twice the size of hers. Another plus. A definite plus. And none of that compared to his face.
“Do you like what you see?” The man raised his eyebrows. The intensity in his almost glowing blue eyes felt like he was staring straight through her.
She couldn't help but swallow. Honestly, he had to get stares everywhere he went. It wasn't her fault he looked so good. Sophie grabbed her hand and pulled her back just as another man came through the door. He was the same height as the first. He sported the same shaved head, but this man's eyes were a friendly brown.
“We have concluded our business but wanted to offer you ladies a choice. This ship is bound for the Pleasure Planet. The planet is a hoax. Once you arrive, you will be stripped, shaved, and sold as an intergalactic sex slave. You will go up on a universal bidding site and be shipped to the highest bidder.” The first man stopped his speech, and his gaze connected with Sera. “You will be separated from those you came with and spend your life doing things you can't imagine.
“Or you can come with us. On our planet, you will have more options. But the choice is yours. After paying our ransom, the Pleasure Planet will most likely send an escort envoy to ensure no one else hijacks the ship. So time is of the essence. We'll give you one minute to make your decision.” The second man moved forward. As he approached Sera and Sophie, they stumbled back into their row of seats. He went all the way to the back of the shuttle, checking the women who were awake and the ones in the cryo-seats. Then he checked the bathroom.
Sera's instincts were screaming at her that the men were telling the truth. It would explain why the flight attendant had wanted them to do the cryo-seats. She looked back at those bodies. Each one sported a slight sheen of frost behind the green face shield. Was that it? Was that the reason no one came home from the Pleasure Planet? The truth of the man's words seemed to hang in the air. All of it could be true. And if it was, their choices sucked ass.
“So what are we going to do?” Sophie asked in a low voice.
“I knew something was wrong when we got on this damn ship. Now I know why. We need to get off this ship.” Sera's blood pounded in her ears, and her throat went dry. She looked at the two men now standing side by side. They were so fine, her pussy ached just looking at them. But that wasn't why she was going to go with them. No, she was going with them because something deep inside of her told her she needed to in order to live.
“I felt like he was telling the truth. And that he's said his little speech a hell of a lot of times. I mean, the last thing I want to be is somebody's sex slave. I wouldn't survive. You know me.” Sophie was wringing her hands together. Her caramel brown skin was an unusual shade of red.
“Calm down and breathe. I can't afford for you to faint on me,” Sera told Sophie, then turned toward their would-be rescuers. Things were bad. And Sera had gotten Sophie into this mess, so she damn sure was going to get her out of it. “What are our options? You said there were more options for women on your planet. Well, what are these options?”
The men turned toward Sera and tilted their heads to the side. The quizzical looks on their faces screamed that they didn't expect to be questioned. Did that mean women usually believed them? Or did the women simply choose not to go?
Brown Eyes stepped in front of the other guy. He smiled at her, his lips curving up and showing his perfect teeth. One small dimple on his left cheek softened his face even further. “You can't go home. If you do, the owners of the Pleasure Planet will kill you. They can't afford loose ends.”
Sera nodded her head slowly. He still hadn't answered her question. He couldn't really think that she was going to give up that easily. “And our options are?”
“We don't have time for this,” Blue Eyes said as he looked down at a glowing watch.
“Fine. Tell us the options, so we can choose.” Sera wasn't about to jump from the frying pan into the fire.
“Pirate or pleasure-giver.” Blue Eyes stared at Sera as he uttered the words. His voice was low and barely audible.
“Excuse me?” Sera blinked several times and shook her head. She must've heard him wrong.
“You can be a pirate or a pleasure-giver. We have one of each position available.” Blue Eyes flexed his muscles and rolled his shoulders. He cocked his head from side to side, making a loud snapping noise. “Either way, time is up. Make a decision now.”
Chapter Two
Ryas stared at the woman in front as she marched back to her seat and grabbed a bag before she turned back toward him.
“Sophie will be the pirate.” Her eyes narrowed into hard brown stones. Like she expected him to rescind the offer.
Hell, he could barely contain his throbbing cock. He couldn't wait to get her soft body into his bed. He was rock-hard just standing here watching her walk toward him.
“Lead the way.” She pushed her sister behind her. He could tell the smaller one would be useless as a pirate. Both women were more suited to be pleasure-givers. They wouldn't be able to carry their own weight, and he would be the one dealing with an angry crew. Hell, with a crew of eight men and only one female and one male pleasure-giver aboard, he was already in deep shit.
Ace ducked through the door. Ryas turned, then swept his hand in an arcing motion. The first woman grunted, then followed Ace through the door. The second woman eyed him up an
d down like she wanted to beat him. He recognized that look. It was one he often got whenever they signed fresh meat aboard. She must be the younger of the two women.
“Hurry. We need to get out of here before the escort ship arrives,” Ryas barked. This wasn't a fucking sightseeing venture. “We don't do lazy. If you can't carry your weight, we will leave you on the next planet. Inhabitable or not.”
The first woman started. The second, younger one sped up and pushed the other woman to move faster. It took precious time to get off the cruise transport ship and onto their own ship.
Ace jumped into the pilot seat and fired the engines. Ryas had barely closed the airlock before Ace disengaged them from the other ship.
“Grab a seat and strap your slow asses in,” Ace shouted over his shoulder.
The younger woman ran to a seat and fumbled with the harness. The other one glided over to her and quickly snapped in all eight straps. She didn't look at him as she sat in a nearby chair and proceeded to strap herself in. Ryas couldn't take his eyes off her legs in the skintight jeans. That woman ought to be illegal. And now, thanks to him, she would be working on his ship. Next to some of the horniest men he'd ever known.
He shook his head to try and dislodge the possessive anger that settled over him.
“What the fuck are you doing, man? Flip off the brake so we can get out of here.” Ace's irritated voice shook him.
Ryas didn't say a word but raced over to the engine monitors and clicked on the hyperstabilization chamber. A low humming started through the ship. It built from an almost unperceivable noise to an inescapable thrum that vibrated in Ryas's ears.
As soon as the engine monitor showed the full power indicator, Ryas turned to Ace and shouted one word. “Go.”
This was the part he hated. Ryas grabbed the sides of the control panel and swallowed hard. Ace slammed on the button so hard, it made an audible snap. The engine's rumble suddenly went quiet. But he knew it wouldn't last long. The quiet was just a short time lapse as they outstripped the speed of sound. Eventually it would all catch up with them.