by Aubrey Ross
“This one stays in until morning, but I’ll revise your punishment.”
“How?” She trembled, desperate for any reprieve from the endless aching.
“You can squeeze and grind against your bed, but you can’t directly touch your clit with anything.”
“And how is that better?”
“The clit is a magnificent trigger, but it’s easy to become dependent upon it. I challenge you to see how many times you can come without direct stimulation.”
“Gladly.”
He lifted her top leg and rolled her onto her back. “This should help.” He pushed a slender toy into her pussy then fastened straps around her waist and thighs. “If nature requires you to take them out temporarily, that’s allowed, but I expect you to reinsert them and leave them in until morning.”
Overwhelmed by the dual penetration, she bit her bottom lip and shivered. She squeezed as hard as she could and pleasure rolled from front to back. Oh yeah, she could work with this. “I understand, sir.”
“Good, now sit up and straighten your clothes. We need to talk.” He waited until she obeyed before he continued. “We’re going to a ball tomorrow night.”
“A ball?” She sat beside him, stuffed front and back, his cum still drying on her thighs. It felt decadent, unabashedly sexual. But it was making it harder than hell to concentrate.
“Yes. We’ll spend most of the evening together, but it’s wisest if I don’t officially escort you.”
“I understand.” He couldn’t be “officially” connected with a pleasure ambassador. A sliver of resentment sliced through her happiness, but she smothered the response. He didn’t think of her in that light, so it made no difference what others thought.
“This is work, not pleasure.” She nodded, so he went on, “I will introduce you to some of my contacts and people I’m interested in recruiting. This is an extraordinary opportunity to establish you as my… ambassador, for lack of a better word.”
She smiled. “The title is appropriate, and I’m not ashamed to bear it. I am your ambassador.”
He gently touched her face. “You are so much more than that, but it’s not yet time to let the universe know it.” His fingers lingered for a moment; then he stood and retrieved the box from its place by the door. He placed it on her lap and smiled. “Open it.”
Her pulse kicked up a notch as she lifted the lid and gingerly set it aside. A cloud of sapphire silk met her gaze. She picked up the gown and stood, the box tumbling to the floor, forgotten. “Oh my God, this is gorgeous! Where in the world did you find this?”
“Rank has its privileges. If the fit needs adjusting, let me know and I’ll send the seamstress to you.”
“This is new? You had it made for me?” The reality of his authority was slowly sinking in. She hadn’t just secured a protector; she was bound to one of the most powerful men on Earth.
Rather than respond to her questions, he said, “I’ll see you tomorrow night.”
Chapter Seven
The Governor’s Ball was lavish beyond anything Autumn imagined. If it weren’t for the alien appearance of some of the Protectorate officers, it would have felt like she’d been swept back in time. But she couldn’t forget the devastation and refused to pretend the Earth was not being ravished. Humans were an occupied people, subjugated slaves to an unseen enemy.
Her arrival had caused quite a stir, but Ra’jen rushed to her side and the others quickly scattered. “You look amazing.” He kissed her cheek and tucked her hand into the bend of his arm.
The gown he’d given her fit to perfection, the color bringing out the blue in her eyes. Strapless and formfitting, it supported her breasts and accented her narrow waist. “You look pretty amazing yourself.” Rather than armor, he wore a dress uniform, the black and silver ensemble a perfect foil for his unusual coloring.
“That’s better than just plain pretty.”
She laughed. “I never said you were pretty.”
“Ah yes, beautiful.” He leaned down and whispered in her ear, “Do you think I’m beautiful when my cock is deep inside you?”
“Only your hair,” she whispered in return.
His gaze moved over her face, warm and caressing. “Would you like some champagne?”
“Yes, please.”
He crooked his finger, and a waiter rushed forward, proffering a beverage tray. Ra’jen took two of the glasses and handed one to her. “Did you sleep well?” His lips curved and mischief gleamed in his eyes.
“Off and on.” She took a sip, the bubbles tickling her nose. “Do you know all these people?”
The ballroom was crowded, but as with any gathering, men far outnumbered women. She suspected most of the women were pleasure ambassadors, but sector three was serviced by the northeast embassy, so Autumn only recognized a few.
“I cannot control who comes up to us, but anyone I introduce you to will be important. Are you good with names?”
“I’m better with faces, but I will pay close attention.”
“I’ll suggest you dance with potential recruits. You do dance, don’t you?”
“Every ambassador can dance. It’s part of our training.” His arm tensed beneath her hand, so she looked up at him and smiled. “We know the truth, but to the world that’s all I am. We both need to embrace the concept.”
“I know,” he grumbled.
His discontent pleased her, soothing her own reluctance. “Shall we begin? The sooner we make the rounds, the sooner we can find an excuse to leave.”
They strolled through the room, and he introduced her to his contacts. They lingered with each person long enough for Autumn to learn their name and role in the Protectorate. To her surprise many of Ra’jen’s contacts were humans who had been deemed valuable by the Gathosians. They were brilliant scientists and former heads of state who reluctantly served their alien masters.
Ra’jen took her out onto the dance floor and augmented the information they had gleaned as they glided through the sweeping steps of a waltz. “When the song ends, I’m going to introduce you to Ulrick Brant. He is the head of the civilian division of the Protectorate.”
“Then his authority is equal to yours?”
“Correct. He’s a pain in the ass, but I suspect his resentment of the Gathosians is as bitter as mine. If we can recruit him, it would be very beneficial.” The song ended, and he led her off the dance floor. “After you’ve danced with him, we’ll discuss possible strategies.”
He led her toward a small group of men, attentively listening to a tall, blond man. “Which one is Brant?”
“The one they’re fawning over, of course. People know kissing my ass is a waste of time, but Brant loves the attention.”
Tall and broad shouldered, Ulrick Brant had the sculpted features and pronounced cheekbones that defined male handsomeness on Earth. His hair was a rich, true gold, a tone echoed by the color of his skin. His lips were full and comfortable in a smile. He appeared approachable and easygoing, until his eyes shifted toward her.
Blacker than night, his gaze reshaped her impression. The golden charm was a veneer. He was dangerous, perhaps more so than Ra’jen. With Ra’jen the danger was obvious. Brant’s was subtle, insidious.
The crowd parted as they approached, and Autumn pressed in closer to Ra’jen’s side. There’s no reason to be afraid. I won’t let you out of my sight.
She wasn’t sure if he’d sensed her fear or just felt the tightening of her hand. Looking up at him, she nodded, though uncertainty still fluttered in her stomach.
“And who is your ravishing guest?” Brant asked, his gaze never drifting lower than her face.
“This is Autumn, the new manager of the central embassy.” Ra’jen motioned toward Brant. “Autumn, this is Ulrick Brant, Civilian Head of the Protectorate.”
She offered Brant her hand and inclined her head as he kissed her knuckles. “It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Brant.”
Brant released her hand and turned back to Ra’jen. “Did I inad
vertently arrange for you to meet Mistress Autumn the other night?”
“Indeed.”
“Wow, now I’m regretting my decision to forgo the festivities.”
“If you’d like to dance with her, do so now,” Ra’jen warned. “We’re about to make our apologies.”
“Can’t say I blame you for that. I certainly wouldn’t waste my time here, if I had such a charming companion.” He offered his arm, and Autumn let go of Ra’jen.
Brant led her out onto the dance floor, his dark gaze boldly assessing. “I don’t bite, unless I have permission, and it’s obvious Noirte has staked his claim on you.”
“I apologize; I’m new to all this.”
“Then how did you seize control of…” His sentence trailed away and he smiled. “Of course. Noirte couldn’t have his woman on the open market, so he found you a better position.”
Ra’jen wanted to recruit this man. They needed a way past his defenses, so they could determine where his true loyalties lay. “Have we had the honor of fulfilling your fantasies?”
“Not recently. If I’d known someone like you was available, I would have found time in my busy schedule.”
“Someone like me?”
“Someone still able to smile, not yet numbed by their responsibilities.”
“If I find someone like that, would you like me to contact you?”
He hesitated, his gaze momentarily darting away. “Why not.”
“Why not indeed. If you’re not pleased with my selection, you can always send her back.” Brant returned her to Ra’jen a few minutes later and she said, “I look forward to serving you.”
He winked as he turned and blended into the passing throng.
“What did you mean by that?” Ra’jen looked none too pleased.
She smiled and looped her arm through his. “I offered to find him an ambassador as intriguing as me.”
“Of course.” He lapsed into thoughtful silence as tension melted from his stance. “Oh, you are clever. Do you have someone in mind?”
“Not yet, but I’ll know her when I see her.”
They skirted the dance floor and headed for the nearest exit, anxious for some time alone. “How will we ensure her loyalty?”
“It won’t be hard. Most of the ambassadors share my frustration. They have no other choice. I’ll offer her something better. At the very least her actions will have meaning beyond survival.”
“Are you leaving so soon?” A portly man in a dark brown suit neatly stepped into their path.
“Mistress Autumn is not feeling well. I’m going to escort her home.” The finality in Ra’jen’s tone left no room for arguments. “It’s been a delightful party, Governor Duval. Thank you for the invitation.”
“Why don’t you return after you’ve finished with Mistress Autumn? Everyone was so excited to see you.”
“We’ll see.” Ra’jen moved boldly forward, giving Duval no alternative but to step aside.
Ra’jen pulled her onto his lap as his pilot closed the hatch, enclosing them in the passenger cabin of the skimmer. “You’re not wearing panties.” He grinned at the discovery, and she made room for his hands between her thighs. “If I had known you were being naughty, I would have found a quiet corner and fucked you with my fingers.”
“Only your fingers?” She returned his smile, legs open as far as her narrow skirt allowed. “What if I wasn’t satisfied with your fingers? Would you have slid me up the wall and given me your cock?”
“Anytime you want my cock inside you all you have to do is ask.”
“Can I straddle your hips and ride you until we reach the embassy?”
He groaned and leaned his head against the seat as lust tightened his expression. “You threaten my control when you say things like that.”
“Is that a yes?”
“Gods, yes!”
She hiked her skirt and prepared to crawl onto his lap. He had his cock out and waiting for her. “Oh look how hard he is, and how blue.” She bent over and licked the plush blue head. “Are you flared, my love? Are you desperate to fuck me?”
He grasped her head and jerked his hips upward. Understanding the command, she took him into her mouth and sucked. He was hot and hard, and eager for her attention. She moved her mouth up and down, swirling her tongue around the tip as he slid against her lips.
“Did you come last night?”
Releasing his cock for a moment, she admitted, “Twice. The first time was easy. You’d done all the work, but the second time took forever.”
“Come here.” He pulled her up against his chest, and she arranged her legs on either side of his hips. “Put me in.”
She took his cock and guided it to her entrance. He brought her mouth to his as she lowered herself onto his cock. His hands grasped her hips, and he steadied her as she rode him. Her long, steady strokes kept the fires smoldering without pushing them too near the end.
They kissed and caressed until the pilot informed Ra’jen that they had arrived at the embassy. He lifted her off his cock and tucked it back inside his uniform pants. The hatch opened and they rushed out of the skimmer and ran up the embassy’s stone stairs.
“Which room is yours?” he demanded as they reached the common room.
“I’ll show you.” She took his hand and led him up the main staircase. Curious gazes and amused murmurs followed in their wake.
She pushed open the door to her bedroom and pulled him inside. He kicked it shut with the heel of his boot then dragged her across the small sitting area and into the adjoining bedroom. He paused for a long, consuming kiss then turned her around and attacked the fastenings of the gown. The silk pooled around her ankles, and she kicked off her high-heeled shoes, leaving them buried in the discarded gown. He picked her up and carried her to the bed, too anxious to undress.
“Not a chance,” she told him as he set her down on the edge of the bed. She held up her hand and narrowed her gaze into a playful glare. “You get naked, or you get nothing.”
He growled, but shucked his jacket and tugged off his boots. His shirt soon followed and then his pants. It didn’t surprise her to learn he didn’t wear undergarments. The speed with which he could uncover his cock hinted at the fact.
His tellimon was vivid blue against his pale skin. It perfectly matched the head of his cock, she realized. She scooted back into the middle of the bed then bent her knees and spread her thighs. “For you,” she whispered the words with a sensual smile.
Ravenous hunger clawed at Ra’jen. He needed to claim her, cover her, dominate her. She’d seen glimpses of his savage nature, but he’d yet to let loose and take her with all the aggression a Pryett male used to subdue his mate.
I’m not afraid. She pushed the words across their private link as she lay before him, open, accessible, ready for whatever he had in mind.
Determined to deserve her unconditional trust, he crawled onto the bed and kissed her. She returned his kiss and combed his hair with her fingers. Her hardened nipples rasped against his chest, drawing him downward, urging him on.
He kissed his way down her neck, rocking back onto his knees so he could use his hands. While he suckled one responsive peak, he plucked the other with his fingers. Her restless movements and soft gasps revealed the pleasure he was giving her.
Anxious for their joining, he took his mouth lower still. She made room for his torso between her thighs, and he shifted one of her legs over his shoulder. Her folds were creamy and hot, parting with the first sweep of his tongue.
He’d only meant to build her arousal a bit higher, but her taste was exquisite. Unable to resist, he licked and sucked until she was bucking against his mouth.
“May I come? Please, let me come!”
“Come,” he commanded against her moist folds. He closed his lips around her clit, and she came in hard, shuddering spasms. Her back arched, and her core pulsed against his lower lip.
He flipped her onto her stomach and pulled her hips up. She folded her legs benea
th her and parted her thighs. The position thrilled him, presenting her body in blatant invitation. He thrust into her pussy with his fingers, but his gaze fixed on her other opening.
“Lube?” His voice sounded hoarse and urgent.
“In the nightstand.” He had to pull his fingers out to reach, but it only took a second. He flipped open the tube with his thumb while his fingers delved back into her silken depths. He drew a shiny line of lube down the top of his cock, then piled a generous portion on her anus, unwilling to stop fucking her with his fingers.
Tossing the tube aside, he smeared the line over his shaft then used his cockhead to spread the rest over and into her back passage. She was still incredibly tight, but she didn’t resist his entry. Clenching his teeth against the blissful pressure, he drove deeper.
She gasped and shivered. He slipped his hand around her hip and lightly circled her clit. He was deep now, deeper than he’d intended to go this first time. “You okay?”
“You’re way bigger than the toys.” She shifted, moving her legs farther apart.
“Am I hurting you?”
“Not really. I just feel… You… Just move!”
He pulled back slowly, and her muscles contracted in rhythmic spasms. So fucking tight! Holding her hip firmly with his free hand, he drove deep then pulled back, establishing a moderate pace and reasonable depth.
She cried out with each stroke, her ass squeezing firmly. He could smell her cream as it flowed across his fingers.
“No more teasing,” she pleaded. “Just fuck me hard.”
Unable to resist her urging, he shifted his other hand to her hip and released the full force of his desire. He moved hard and fast, his balls slapping against her wet pussy. Wild, demanding emotions ravaged his composure. He tossed his head and gritted his teeth.
She pushed up into his thrusts, her cries sharp even as she muffled them against the bedding. He found her nipple and pinched, wanting her wild and out of control. She came hard with a savage cry, bucking and forcing his cock deeper.