by Bianca D'Arc
“Nice piece,” Ty said, patting her other cheek familiarly as she gasped. When she looked over her shoulder at him, he winked with that devilish smile he was famous for. Women sighed over Tyron’s smile. Little did Leah ever imagine he’d be fondling her tush in a public corridor in front of Michael and whoever else might be watching, and even more, that she’d like it. “So what brings you here, brother?”
Just that easily, she was dismissed. She kept silent, walking behind Michael as he’d instructed her to do when he’d gone over the exhaustive list of possible scenarios before they’d ever left his quarters. He’d prepared her for all contingencies, and though this was one of the less likely occurrences, she was ready to act the slave. As long as that’s all it was—an act.
“I’m looking for a few more like her. I’ve got a buyer lined up who can take at least fifty if I can get my hands on them.”
“Fifty?” Ty whistled as they walked. “That’s more than you’ve ever handled on your own before.”
“I know. That’s why I came looking for you, Ty. I’ll cut you in for half if you’ll help me.”
Ty made a show of considering his offer. “I don’t know, Mik. I’m working for someone else now and he’s got a sweet deal here.”
Michael made a show of looking around. “Yeah, I was kind of surprised when your coordinates led me to a human military station. You’ve got brass balls, brother, or friends in very high places.”
Ty held up his hands, palms outward though he smiled craftily. “Not my friends, Mik. Like I said, I’m working for someone else now. He’s the one with the connections.”
Michael tilted his head, as if considering. “You think he might be up for the job then? I still need to come up with fifty women pretty quick.”
“I’m not sure, but I’ll introduce you. You can ask him yourself.”
They’d stopped in front of a small hatch and Ty motioned them inside as he opened the door. It was a small bedroom, undoubtedly with surveillance. Perhaps, she thought, the jit leader wants to see if we’re on the level. They’d have to put on a bit of a show, but she was willing to trust Michael to know her boundaries. Though she was fast discovering where Michael Amber was concerned, she seemed to have precious few.
“What’s this? Can’t we talk to him now? I’m in a hurry to get this job done,” Michael insisted, staying in character.
Ty smiled and stepped back. “It’s off-shift. Nothing goes on here during these hours. Rest, sleep, whatever you like. I’ll see if I can arrange a meeting for early next shift. Until then, stay here. I’m going to lock you in, Mik. It’s for your own safety. As you said, we are on a human military station, after all.”
“I don’t like this, brother.” A hint of steel entered Michael’s voice and he held the door open with one hand as Ty stepped through, back into the hall.
“Trust me, Mik. This is the way it has to be.”
Michael sighed and stepped back, allowing Tyron to close and lock the door from the outside.
Then he turned to her.
CHAPTER SEVEN
“Strip.”
Mike liked the way her eyes flared at his order. She was playing the submissive now, and he loved the rush of power he felt at her willing acquiescence. She’d been with him every step of the way on their journey of sexual discovery so far, but now he’d have to push her farther than he’d ever pushed her before. Their very lives depended on it.
Ty had gotten them into something much more dangerous than Mike had bargained for when he’d let Leah to follow him into the bowels of the station. If he’d known they’d end up going undercover with jit pirates right here, Mike would never have let Leah out of the cabin. He’d have tied her up, if necessary, but he wouldn’t have allowed her within a light year of this kind of danger.
There was no law in this part of the station. He knew Smithson—or someone equally high ranking—had to be in on this in order for a population of male pirates to have taken over this much of the predominantly female-run station. Something very strange was going on here and Mike vowed to get to the bottom of it. One way or another.
But right now he had a little show to put on for the cameras undoubtedly watching his every move. He hoped Leah realized it too, but judging from the way she followed his lead, she understood something was up. Good. That would make this easier.
“I said, strip, slave.” He moved around her, waiting just a moment before reaching up and ripping off her tunic, reducing it to shreds. She cried out and he smacked her ass once as a reminder. She quieted beautifully. “You disappoint me, woman. When I give a command, I expect you to obey immediately. Is that clear?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?” She hesitated and he tugged her head back, yanking her hair gently. “Who is your master, little one?”
“You are.” Her voice washed over his senses, sending him into orbit with an arousal the likes of which even he had never before experienced. Having Leah at his full command was a new and very exciting experience.
“Very good. Now what do you call me?”
“Master.” Her whisper floated to his ear, pleasing him greatly.
“Good girl.” He patted her ass, caressing the soft skin almost absently, though he would never forget anything about this moment if he lived forever. “Now get on the bed and spread your legs. Show me your pussy.”
He stood at the foot of the bed as she scrambled onto the platform, obeying him with grace and speed. She seemed eager to please him, causing his cock to jerk under his clothing. Quickly, he stripped out of his nondescript flight suit and grasped his cock in one hand. It was fairly screaming for release.
“Rub yourself, kitten. Make yourself wet and ready for me.” From what he could see, she was already quite wet, which worked to his advantage. He didn’t think he could hold back much on the first go round. He wanted her too badly.
No, this first time would be hard and fast. He’d waited too long. He needed her now. In the back of his mind he also knew the watchers would expect little in the way of care be shown to a slave girl. They expected him to be just like them—taking what he wanted brutally with little regard for the human woman the jits probably considered inferior.
It might look brutal to those who watched, but Mike would make sure Leah enjoyed every minute of his domination, his desire…his loving. Because that’s what it felt like, though he’d never really experienced such a thing before. He felt things deep in his soul for this woman. If it wasn’t love, it was something very close.
Mike knelt on the bed, throwing the rest of his clothing to the floor negligently as he crawled between Leah’s spread thighs. She was wet and glistening, her abdomen palpitating as she neared a peak. And he hadn’t even touched her yet. She was eager for him…for his dominance.
“Hands up, woman. Above your head and don’t move them. This is going to be hard and fast. Just the way I like it.”
He winked at her as he came over her body, leaning on his hands as he bent down to kiss her nipples, sucking them deep, one at a time. She moaned and writhed enticingly beneath him as he seated his cock at her dripping entrance. He rubbed his length against her, up and down her slot as she moaned again.
“Please,” she begged. It was music to his ears. “Please, Master!”
Unable to hold back another minute, Mike reared back and plunged his cock home within her tight sheath. She cried out at the sudden entrance, but he could feel her with him every step of the way. She climaxed as he pumped just once, deep inside.
“Hang on, sweetheart,” he whispered in her ear as he gathered her hips in his hands, preparing for the ride yet to come. When her contractions slowed, he began thrusting. Slow at first, he built his strokes, angling this way and that, loving the feel of her gloving him in warmth. She was built for him. For this. He’d never had any other woman feel so right.
Mike fucked in and out of her tight pussy, reveling in the feel of her, the little sounds she made as she rose higher in passion once more. She wa
s so responsive to him. Even playing the role of slave. She was like a dream. The perfect woman to match his Dominant nature.
He’d never dared push her this far when they were together. He’d tempered his dominance so as not to scare her off, but circumstances had played right into this. Michael had to act the role of master here, fulfilling some of his baser—and very real—needs at the same time. He thrilled inside every time Leah called him master.
He’d heard the word from many other women, but never one he admired this much. Never one he knew whose will was as strong, if not stronger, than his own. Never had it felt so damn good to know the woman he fucked surrendered to him utterly, and by surrendering, captured him completely.
Michael shoved into her a few more times, pushing her, sensing her nearing a peak. This time, he went over with her, shooting his load within her hot depths. She cried out, but he captured her words with his mouth, kissing her deeply as he groaned his own completion.
Damn, the woman made him hot. Each time with her was better than the last.
He withdrew, gazing down at her with a feeling of satisfaction. Her eyes were dazed, her body covered with a fine sheen of perspiration that made her sultry skin sparkle. She was magnificent.
He hadn’t been able to fuck her on their trip out, and going without was difficult for him. Michael stood from the bed, holding his cock to hide the instant hardening as much as he could. Let the watchers think he had to work to get himself hard again—as they probably would have to do. He needed more of Leah, but he also needed to keep his head. They were no doubt being observed. He had to behave as a jit would. Not as a Son of Amber, who had recuperative powers greater than any other humanoid male.
“Come here, woman, and suck my cock.”
Leah’s eyes widened, but she moved to comply, playing her role to the hilt. Michael knew her well enough to see the little spark of excitement in her eyes as she sat on the edge of the bed before him. But it wasn’t a submissive enough pose for the cameras. Michael stopped her, grabbing a pillow from the bed and tossing it at his feet.
“Kneel.”
She blinked up at him only once before complying beautifully. If he wasn’t much mistaken, she was enjoying this every bit as much as he was. She actually liked following his orders—even when they were issued roughly. Perhaps even more so.
Michael watched her reactions carefully, cataloging her likes and dislike for future reference. So far, she was with him. More than with him. She seemed eager to know what he’d order her to do next. Hell, she’d even liked it when Ty was palming her ass at his suggestion. He wondered idly if she’d have enjoyed Ty’s attentions even if he wasn’t around, but decided against it.
For one thing, Ty had tried his moves on her a few times over the years when he’d come to see Michael and been shot down every time. Leah was nobody’s fool. She liked Ty as a friend, but not as a potential lover. It was Michael’s sperm she’d chosen, after all, to make her baby, and Michael’s bed she’d been sleeping in for the past weeks.
Her little hand took over from his as she licked the head of his cock. She was very good at giving head and Mike planned to enjoy every moment of it—audience or no. Still, his thoughts raced.
“Did you like my brother, little one? Did you enjoy his touch?”
Wide eyes stared up at him as her movements slowed. He heard a smacking sound as she drew away.
“He’s nice, Master,” she said softly, “but he isn’t you.”
Mike’s cock twitched in her hands. How did the woman know exactly what to say to send his temperature soaring even higher? She was a mind reader of some kind. Had to be.
“Did I say you could stop?”
“Sorry, Master.” She smiled at him before resuming her duties, taking him deep into her throat the way she knew he loved. She was very talented and it wasn’t long before he came down her throat, some of his cum spilling out to drip down her flushed cheeks.
When he could stand without swaying, he cupped her cheeks with his palms, wiping away the excess. There was so much he wanted to say but couldn’t. Not with the jits watching their every move. He hoped she knew how much she meant to him.
If he’d known they’d be in the thick of things, he never would have taken her with him on this mission. He knew she was a skilled officer who could more than take care of herself, but he hated to see her in danger. It went against his grain to put her in peril, especially now that they were lovers. Even before they’d become intimate, Leah had held a special place in his life. He would send himself and others into the field, keeping her in relative safety on the station, unwilling to risk her more than necessary. She was his anchor and he didn’t know what he’d do if anything happened to her.
“Under the covers with you, girl.” He couldn’t help the affectionate tone in his voice anymore than he could help the gentle way he touched her. He only hoped it didn’t look or sound too suspicious to their watchers.
She scrambled into the bed, holding up the corner of the spread for him as he followed. When he tugged her into his arms, she went willingly, snuggling into him as if she belonged there.
They slept for a while, but Michael kept alert for any possible threat. Sons didn’t require as much sleep as regular humans, but he put up the pretense of sleep to fit in. Leah slept deeply, secure in his arms. He loved the way she felt there and he spent much of his energy trying to stop thinking about her and focus on the mission. It was difficult, to say the least.
But when the hatch unlocked and slid open, Michael was instantly alert. He didn’t move until he recognized Ty’s grinning face in the doorway.
“Come on, Mik. You’ve been invited to dinner.” Ty stepped in and threw his pants at him. Michael caught them reflexively as Leah stirred and woke next to him.
Ty looked at the sheet she clutched to her chest and then up to Michael, winking. Son of a bitch, the man was going to get a show, and he knew it. Michael’s gut clenched, knowing there was no way to protect Leah’s modesty in such a situation. The false expression on Ty’s face was enough to tell him they were still being monitored closely.
“Up, girl. We’re going to dinner.” Michael ripped the covers away and slapped Leah’s pretty ass.
Ty whistled between his teeth as he stared at Leah’s bouncing tits. She had bigger breasts than anyone had guessed hidden under that uniform, and Michael well knew his brother’s preferences. Ty got an eyeful as Michael dressed, then threw Leah’s clothing at her. She squirmed into it, Ty watching all the while and enjoying the show, judging by the tightening fit of his pants.
But Michael couldn’t object. Neither could Leah, but one look at her flushed face told Michael she enjoyed this a little more than he’d expected. Rather than shame, he read titillation in her eyes—and her perky nipples. They were pushing against the soft fabric of her dress as she smoothed it down. The thin material did nothing to hide her rather obvious excitement.
Michael did his best not to notice the way Ty looked at Leah. It was all part of the act, after all, though Michael knew his brother was duly impressed with Leah’s…attributes. They exited the room and Ty led them down several small corridors to a much larger room. Men’s voices could be heard and as they entered, Michael counted about fourteen pirates, already seated, eating. There were three tables—one large one in the center and two smaller, flanking it. At the largest table sat what Mike assumed to be the leader of this ragtag group. He had a girl on each knee and one on the floor between his legs.
Ty brought Michael to the chair opposite the leader and introduced them. There were a few tense moments before the jit man nodded and motioned them all to sit and then dinner was served.
A group of women brought the food out and then stayed with the men, to serve it and eat themselves. Some were treated as equals, most as slaves. Michael took his cue from those around him, issuing instructions for Leah as the food was placed before him. She sat on his knee and cut up the meat, serving him first, then herself at his direction.
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So far so good.
Everything rolled along fine until the food was gone. Then some of the pirates began desert, but it wasn’t sweet rolls they were after.
“So, Mik,” the pirate leader leered at Leah, “you want more like her?”
“If at all possible,” Michael answered neutrally. He didn’t like the look in the man’s eyes as he watched Leah.
“Well, let’s have a look at her.” Some of the other pirates cheered at their leader’s words. “Got to know what we’re aiming for, don’t we?”
Michael felt Leah tense on his knee and her eyes widened with just a hint of fright. Michael tried to sooth her, running his hand over her thigh and squeezing gently where no one could see.
With a little shove, he pushed her off his knee to a standing position between himself and Ty. He could use his brother’s help here and knew Leah trusted them both to see to her safety. The next few minutes could get interesting, depending on how these heathen pirates reacted to what he had in mind. Mike had a plan. It was daring, but it might just work to protect Leah and their cover all at the same time.
“Take off your dress, Lil, and show them your tits.”
Her eyes widened, but he couldn’t back down. This was too important.
CHAPTER EIGHT
“Drop the dress, Lilla.”
Michael’s voice sounded loud to her in the room full of watching pirates. She couldn’t believe what he’d just ordered her to do. Yet, she didn’t see any way out of this situation. They were badly outnumbered. She had to trust him and hope he had a workable plan.
Her gaze shot to Ty, seated next to Michael at the table. Ty watched her with amused speculation. Only she saw the little nod of reassurance. These two men would look after her as much as possible in this crazy situation. She knew Michael would protect her with his life, but having Ty there as backup—and to stabilize Michael’s volatile temper—made her feel just the tiniest bit better, and somewhat disloyal at the same time.