Taking Command

by Jennifer Leeland

  It was all gibberish to Daniella. What was Sashina talking about? Without taking her eyes off Troy, Sashina continued. “We play, but we don't fuck. I'm telling you this so you know where we stand. Troy?” His name had the bite of a command.

  Daniella was shocked to see Troy kneel in front of her friend and bow his head. She jerked her glance to Jake. Did he expect her to do that? The gleam in his eye told her that he did.

  As she knelt and her head dipped down, his hand gripped her hair. “Safe word, Daniella."

  She licked her lips nervously. “Zenith.” She spoke low.

  His hand released her hair. “Look at me.” The command in his voice whipped her head up. “Much as I like the way Sashina looks, she's not touching you.” His hot gaze swerved to Sashina who nodded briefly. “It seems that your friend wants to play and I'm curious to see what she does, but not with you. Do you understand?"

  As his fingers brushed her cheek, heat gathered between her legs. She nodded.

  "First, we watch.” Jake placed his hands on her shoulders and turned her around so that she was on her knees facing Troy and Sashina, leaning back against Jake's crotch.

  It was compelling. Sashina walked around Troy, inspecting him, stroking him. “Too many clothes, Troy. My mistake.” She touched him on the shoulder blade. “Remove your shirt.” The whip in her voice reverberated through Daniella's body.

  Troy removed his shirt with an economy of movement. Sashina took the shirt from his hand and tossed into a nearby chair. Her hand ran down his spine and she purred. “Such a nice, straight back.” Sashina leaned down to Troy's ear. “I'm going to give you a few strokes on that back. Would you like that?"

  "Ma'am, yes, ma'am.” Troy's voice was low, his eyes still on the floor.

  Sashina ran the crop handle along his neck to his hip bone. He remained still, kneeling and silent, his hands clasped in front of him.

  "On all fours.” The tone of command in Sashina's voice startled Daniella. Jake's hand on her shoulder tightened.

  As Troy positioned himself, Sashina continued to run the handle of the crop over his body. “Tonight, I'll be showing Dani how responsive you are to me.” Sashina's eyes met Jake's. “Then, we'll leave the happy couple alone.” Her attention shifted to Daniella who dropped her gaze to her friend's feet encased in leather boots. “Keep your eyes on Troy, Dani."

  With a “swish” in the air, the crop thwacked against Troy's back. There was redness, but no broken skin. Daniella was fascinated by the control her friend had over the toy. Another hit and Troy's face turned dark and dangerous. She couldn't take her eyes off him. The energy in the room increased with every slash of Sashina's crop.

  When Sashina stopped, she whispered in Troy's ear. Daniella didn't hear what she said, but Troy stood and went over to a table in the corner. Choosing a flat, velvet-covered paddle, he handed it to Sashina and went back to his previous position.

  "I love Troy's ass, Dani. It's one of my favorite parts of his delicious body.” As she spoke, she stroked that part of his body with her finger nails. Troy's back arched in a tiny squirm and Daniella found her own body responding the same way.

  Standing behind him, Sashina lifted her arm and the paddle swung through the air. Troy's body jerked, but Daniella somehow knew it wasn't from pain. His face was clenched and she could see the outline below his waist. The man had a massive hard-on.

  The second and third strokes were faster and a little harder. Troy's moan echoed in Daniella's brain. Sashina's hand reached down and slid Troy's pants down with infinite care, drawing out the moment for everyone in the room.

  The next few paddles were punctuated by Troy's groans of excitement and Sashina's breath quickening. His bare butt was on fire and Daniella could see that his cock was engorged and thick.

  Jake's excitement was evident as his hardness pressed into her shoulder. A slight shift of her body rubbed him and his hand squeezed her shoulder hard.

  The last stroke Sashina delivered made Troy's head rear back and his eyes were closed tight. Then, she stroked his ass with tender murmurings and stopped the play.

  She slid his pants back over his butt and grasped his chin, forcing Troy to meet her eyes. “I can feel how much you want me."

  Something in his expression broke Daniella's heart. It was longing and frustration, but reluctance too. It was as if desiring Sashina was painful for him. Focusing on Sashina's face, Daniella thought she could see the same longing there too. Yet, it was clear that she wasn't going to do anything with Troy's obvious desire.

  Without breaking eye contact with Troy, Sashina spoke. “You're wondering why I don't have sex with Troy.” Her thumb stroked his cheek. “Troy is a submissive, but he doesn't trust me yet. Also, he wants my body, but he doesn't want me."

  Troy didn't speak, but his eyes flickered.

  Sashina released his chin and placed the toys on the table. “We'll leave you alone now. Troy, would you like to continue? Or are you done for the night."

  "Ma'am, I would like to continue, Ma'am.” Troy's voice cracked. Staring at him, Daniella couldn't believe this was the Troy she knew.

  Smiling, Sashina sashayed to the door. “Then we will."

  With his gaze still lowered, Troy followed Sashina and left Daniella alone with Jake.

  * * * *

  "Daniella.” Jake was amazed he could get her name out. Watching Sashina top Troy had cut through his self-control like a knife. All he could think was he wanted to get Daniella in the same position and hear her groan, just as Troy had.

  "Jake?” Her voice was faint and filled with unspoken questions, though she kept her gaze on the floor.

  "Look at me.” Her eyes jumped to his face and the fear and confusion he saw there wrenched his heart. “I'm not Sashina. I know how to play, but I don't do it all the time. If you don't want to play that way, we don't have to."

  "I-I don't know. It...” She stopped abruptly. Jake leaned down and slid his hand up her leather mini-skirt and palmed her mound. She was wet. Clearly, the play had turned her on. It also frightened her.

  Jake spoke. “Prompt. Bed."

  A large bed appeared and Jake whispered in Daniella's ear. “Tonight, I will maintain control. We aren't going to have a repeat of the last time. We'll try a little and if you don't like it or it frightens you, say your safe word.” He straightened. “Bend over on the bed,” he commanded. When she presented him with her perfect, firm ass, he inhaled with a hiss. Lifting the skirt up, he ran his hands over her globes, gripping her flesh. Bending over and kissing her neck, she squirmed against him and his cock quivered in anticipation.

  He could barely walk to the table and pick up the velvet-lined paddle. His hand was sweaty as he gripped it. With a swat, he sent the paddle directly to the junction where her thighs met her butt. She groaned, sending electricity through his body. With the second strike, her ass rose up to meet it. Successive strokes made her cry out as he noted wetness sliding down her leg.

  With one last swing, he couldn't take anymore. Her cries were desperate and his need was just as intense. He wanted her now.

  Flipping her onto her back, his tongue scraped along her inner thigh, licking the evidence of her enjoyment of their play. He reached her clit and stroked and sucked it with his mouth until she was writhing beneath him. His teeth scraped her nub and his fingers tightened on her legs until he knew he was bruising her. He wanted to bruise her, mark her as his. Only his.

  "Jake!” She screamed and her back arched off the bed as she trembled. Her face was flushed and her eyes were glazed.

  He yanked off his pants and kicked them aside. Then, he gripped her hips and dragged her to the edge of the bed. His eyes riveted on her face, he slammed his cock into her. His fingers rolled her nipples with strong pulls to create the pain sensation he knew she loved. He was rewarded as hot liquid surrounded his cock. He groaned as her inner muscles clamped around him harder. He leaned down and bit her shoulder as his fingers continued to squeeze her nipples and his cock drove
deeper inside her. His body trapped her beneath him and her struggles were frantic to take all of him faster and harder. Her nails bit into his shoulder blades and she squirmed and twisted as he slowed the pace making her wait. With a quick grab, he captured her wrists and slammed her hands back onto the mattress. He quickened the pace, his cock swelling and his balls tightening until he couldn't stand much more. Beneath him, she was wild and strained to release her hands from his grip, but he held her down. She cried out again and her channel tightened around him, squeezing him like a vise. With strong thrusts, he pounded her again and again and his hands gripped her wrists, his chest pressed against her breasts. Their harsh breaths mingled and her eyes flew open to meet his gaze. He noted the minute her orgasm hit her by the glazed expression of wonder and intensity. Her whole body clenched and he slipped over the edge, his release pouring into her.

  Her body relaxed and their breathing slowed. He leaned down and nibbled on her neck and was rewarded when her body squeezed around his spent penis. She moaned and squirmed.

  "Jake.” He could listen all day to her sighing his name like that.

  "Mmmmm?” he responded, sucking on her earlobe.

  "We can't stay here,” she finally said.

  "Why not?” His lips brushed her forehead.

  "Whoever is trying to kill me is out there. I don't want to get caught in here again.” Her breath caught as he bit her neck.

  He sighed. “I know.” Lifting his body away from hers, he saw the bruises on her hips and wrists and was filled with satisfaction. She was his. All his.

  As they left the VFR room, he noted she was very subdued. She said very little when they reached his quarters.

  He sat down on his couch and wrapped her in his arms, cuddling her.

  "Admit it. That was fun.” He kissed her neck.

  "It was amazing.” Her voice was quiet.

  "Your friend is quite the dominant."

  "I had no idea, Jake. Tonight was the first I knew of it. She's always said she didn't like Troy."

  He smiled. “That's probably part of their game. I didn't learn very much tonight that will help keep you alive."

  "I think I have.” She seemed thoughtful, her gold eyes serious.

  "What?"

  "We narrowed it down to Sashina, Troy, Donny and George. I think we can remove Sashina and Troy."

  "Why?"

  "Well, Sashina anyway. She's obsessed with Troy."

  "You don't think she could be obsessed with Troy and still kill you?"

  She shook her head. “I think if she wanted to get close to me and kill me, she could have tried to get me as her submissive. I was willing."

  He stared into her eyes. “Maybe she's not into topping women."

  "Sashina would do whatever it took. But she hasn't. Tonight is the first I knew about her dominant status."

  "And Troy?"

  "I don't know. He seems as wrapped up in Sashina as she is with him. Could two people fake that?"

  "It's possible. Let's focus on the other two. George Finton and Donny Pasquel."

  "George found the sabotage in a random inspection. Would he have done that if he was the saboteur? That's a little tough to swallow."

  "Tomorrow, we'll go and have a talk with George. He might not be the one doing it, but someone might be using him to get to you."

  "And tonight?” she asked him, the tone of her voice sending his body on alert.

  His hand wandered to stroke her breast and he reveled at her sharp intake of breath.

  "Tonight, I'm going to make love with you without the VFR. No fantasies. No toys. Just you and me."

  His mouth captured hers.

  * * * *

  The danger of making love, for real, gave Daniella a surge of adrenaline. It was different and frightening to touch him and know it was real. Somehow, the VFR gave all human interactions an unreal quality.

  Here she was, in his quarters, with his tongue searching hers. This was the real Daniella and the real Jake. None of the titillation of the fantasies here. Would he still want her the same way?

  His hands were speaking volumes as they wandered over her body and touched her. Gentle, demanding touches driving her insane and her moans grumbled deep in her chest.

  So quick, so fast she spiraled into the pleasure he gave her. It was like floating in a pool of warm water. His fingers stripped her of her clothes and found her aching flesh between her legs. The minute he touched her, she was wet and ready.

  "I love how you feel,” he whispered in her ear. “I can never get tired of your smell, the feel of your skin, the rush I get when you drip on my finger."

  Another moan escaped her. He flicked her clit, bringing her close, so close, but keeping her on the edge.

  She arched into his hand, seeking her release. She rushed toward it, climbing higher and reached the peak.

  "Don't come.” His command was sharp and sexy.

  "I don't think I can stop."

  "Try,” he demanded, still flicking her swollen nub.

  Gritting her teeth, she tried to hold back, be still, and stay wanting and needy.

  "That's it,” he soothed, his tongue scraping her neck. “Don't come. Stay right there, desperate for me. That's what I want."

  "Oh please, Jake. Please.” She was crying from the strain of holding back.

  "Open your eyes."

  Her eyes, that she hadn't realized were closed tight, flew open and were captured by the pleasure and need in his.

  "I'm going to suck on your clit, Daniella. When I do, I want you to come in my mouth. I want to taste this one.” His tone was guttural and rough almost sending her into oblivion.

  "I'll come as soon as your tongue touches me. I can't hold back,” she whimpered.

  His smile was feral. “You will. Don't come until I say."

  "Jake.” It was a plea.

  He slid down her body and his tongue stroked her hard jewel, and she cried out, holding in the wave, the earthquake that flooded her body.

  When his mouth sucked on her clit, she trembled and clenched her body. As two of his fingers thrust inside her, she had to strain to keep her body still. He tortured her, rubbing the tips of his fingers against the walls and finding the spot that caused electricity to run through her.

  Her muscles were jelly. “Please, Jake. Let me come. Please.” She was vaguely aware that she shouted.

  He removed his fingers and covered his body with his. With one strong thrust, his penis slammed into her slick channel. As the tip reached her sensitive spot, he whispered, “Now."

  A tidal wave of pleasure rolled over her as she found her release and his hips pumped, sending her higher and higher. As her eyes blurred, his own face twisted in his final explosion.

  Their breaths were harsh and short and she clung to him, little earthquakes rumbling through her body at every tiny movement.

  When his eyes met hers, she smiled. “I didn't come in your mouth."

  "I'd rather feel you get off around my cock any day.” His voice was breathless.

  She clenched her muscles around his penis and he groaned. The power of being a woman filled her and she smiled. “I love your cock."

  One side of his mouth lifted in a smile. “You'd better. You've been taking a lot of it.” He leaned back, still intimately connected to her and studied her face. “Tell me. What do you think so far of the things we've done? We haven't discussed them and we really should."

  Her eyebrows clashed together as she thought about his question. What did she think? “It's a little scary to do these things with you since we haven't known each other long. And with everything else going on, I haven't thought too much about it."

  His expression was concerned and gentle. At least he didn't seem offended that she was frightened. “Do you want to back off?"

  "Hell, no!” she exploded. He laughed and kissed her neck. She realized at that moment, that she loved what they did together. The part that frightened her was the intimacy, the connection that resulted from th
eir encounters.

  The moment together was shattered as the Vid phone shrilled. Jake swung off of her and knocked the monitor around before whoever was calling would see them both naked.

  The general didn't mince words. “Tarune! You need to get your butt in my office. We have guests. Bring your charge with you."

  "Yes, sir.” Jake's demeanor was so different when he was in military mode. If only the general knew what Jake had been doing only moments earlier. The thought made her smile.

  As she did, Jake's eyes met hers and went black with desire for her. It was intoxicating.

  "Ten minutes, Captain. Get moving.” The general clicked off.

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  Chapter Eleven

  Daniella wondered if everyone in the General's office knew she and Jake had been screwing. She was sure it must show. The way Jake's hand rested on the small of her back and the looks between them must be a dead giveaway.

  As they entered the General's office, Daniella instantly noticed the Ang presence. She'd never seen one up close. They were unnerving.

  Their eyes were on stalks and there were four of them. The only thing she knew about them was that their brains were encased in the midsection of their body, not in what resembled a head. Their voice boxes were in the side of their “head” near the five holes that worked as ears. They didn't resemble human physical structure in any way. Oh, and they were translucent. Their skin gave off a bluish glow and changed color with mood.

  It was nerve wracking to have eight eyes trained on her as she sat on the general's couch. The Ang had appendages, but there were six of them. Three they used for locomotion. The other three they used like “arms".

  The general cleared his throat to get their attention. “The Ang have requested your presence as we discuss the problem of the rogue Tribunal."

  A Mechanical Interpreter was connected to the General's throat and the Ang wore them as well. The M.I. would make sure they could understand each other.