by Aubrey Ross
“Have you ever taken a lover here?” His fingertip circled her anus.
“Not a lover. We used toys on each other during training.”
He slowly pushed his finger inside her ass, rotating and sliding, thanks to the lube. “Did you like it?”
“I didn’t want to, but I came anyway.”
“Why did you think you wouldn’t like it?” With only his fingertip still inside her, he twisted his hand and added a second finger.
“It was just never something I thought of as pleasurable.” She wiggled her hips, unable to remain still.
“Does this feel good?” He slid his fingers in and out and her body came alive with heat and tingles.
“Yes, but it makes me want you back inside me.”
“Inside your cunt or inside your ass?”
Her clit twitched and her pussy ached. She moved her arm and tossed her head. “Either. I really need to come.”
“Fight it off. No more orgasms tonight.” He pushed deeper then stopped moving while she suppressed her need to come. “Concentrate on the fullness and be still if you can.” It wasn’t easy but she relaxed and forced herself to stop wiggling. “Much better.”
He slowly drew his fingers out and replaced them with something sleek and tapered. The toy increased the pressure gradually, stretching her, preparing her for his cock. She had no doubt that’s what he was doing. When and where he would claim her that way, she had no clue, but he wanted to make sure he wouldn’t hurt her.
“How does that feel?”
“Odd.”
“If you hadn’t taken a shower and washed away my scent, I would be licking you and fucking you with my fingers.”
She whimpered as her mind provided the image. The ache between her thighs became painful, and she clutched at the sofa, digging in her nails.
“I’m going to pull it out now and sensations tend to be stronger on the outstroke. Make sure you don’t come, no matter how good it feels.”
He pulled the toy out and she moaned, digging her fingernails into her palms. Her pussy clenched and her abdomen cramped. She drew her knees to her chest and rolled onto her side, unable to fight the reaction. Stubbornness alone kept her body from going up in flames.
His warm hand stroked from her hip to her knee. “Tell me when you’re ready for the next one.”
“The next one?” Her eyes flew open and her voice cracked. “How many are there?”
“Three.”
“I can’t do this.” She wrapped her arms around her knees and shook her head.
“You can. You control your body, not the other way around.” His hand kept up its soothing path from her hip to her knee. Then his other hand traced the crease between her ass cheeks. “Breathe through the impulses and absorb the urgency. Force the sensations to disperse rather than coalesce.”
“That’s easy for you to say.”
He didn’t respond to the charge. Instead he asked, “Ready?”
“No, but go ahead.”
He chuckled and she stared straight ahead as he inserted a new butt plug. It was larger than the first, the pressure noticeably stronger. He stroked her legs and her bottom as she adjusted to the fullness.
“If it makes you feel better, I’m hard as a rock right now. I ache for release, just like you.”
She licked her lips and looked at him. “It would make me feel better if you shortened the duration of my punishment and pushed that rock-hard cock into my aching pussy.” The graphic words made her feel naughty and brash.
“I’m not shortening your punishment, but you’re welcome to suck me dry if you like.”
Indulging in an exasperated cry, she kicked at him. He laughed and pushed her leg back into place. He removed the toy a short time later and replaced it with the third and final plug. She closed her eyes as her body stretched around the new intrusion. He’d inserted it without letting her see it. Was this one as big as his cock, or would it feel even tighter when his body pushed inside hers? She groaned, excited by the thought as well as the fullness.
“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. She couldn’t see exactly what he was doing, but it was obvious that the toys attached to the straps and everything was going to remain exactly where he’d put it. “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 come still smeared 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, Autumn, 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 caressed for a moment, then he stood and retrieved the box from the table where he’d put it earlier. 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 as if she’d been swept back in time. But she couldn’t forget the devastation and refused to pretend 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.
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.” Heat crept up her neck but she refused to give in to embarrassment. She was Mistress Autumn now, proud and enigmatic head of the central embassy. She took a sip of her champagne, 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, soothed her own reluctance to immerse herself in such an uncomfortable role. “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 his 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. Brant emanated danger and ruthlessness. She’d had the same impression when she’d first met Ra’jen. But with Ra’jen the danger was obvious. Brant’s was subtle, insidious.
The crowed 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 inadvertently 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 for my reticence. I’m still 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. “I might be new, but I learn quickly. 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 her responsibilities.”
“If I find someone like that, would you like me to contact you?”
He hesitated, momentarily averting his face.
“Every precaution will be taken to ensure your privacy.”
“It’s not that.” His gaze returned, dark and penetrating. “Like Noirte, I’m not fond of sharing. The contract would have to be exclusive.”
She inclined her head as she fought back a smile. Ulrick’s stipulation worked perfectly with the basic concept she and Ra’jen were constructing. They needed a small, elite group of ambassadors who only serviced the rich and powerful—and gathered information along the way.
“Do you have any other preferences?” She flashed her most engaging smile. “Blonde or brunette, that sort of thing?”
“I’ve always been partial to brunettes, but the rest I’ll leave to you.”
“If you’re not completely satisfied with my selection, I’ll provide a replacement free of charge.”
He chuckled. “I’d rather have a night with you, but somehow I don’t think Noirte would agree.”
“Give me a chance, Mr. Brant, and I’ll find someone even more appealing. Remember you said you’re partial to brunettes.”
“So I did.”
The song ended and Brant returned her to Ra’jen. “I look forward to serving you,” she said as Brant stepped back. 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.”
Ra’jen pulled her onto his lap as his pilot closed the hatch, enclosing them in the passenger cabin of the skimmer. The small ship was quick and light, its name a tribute to its ability to skim across the surface of almost any terrain.
Slipping his hand beneath her skirt, he stroked his way up her leg, across her hip and nearly to her waist. “You’re not wearing panties.” He grinned at the discovery, and she made room for his
hand 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. All Ra’jen had to do was smile and her body melted, preparing itself for his. “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?” Only with him did she feel safe and protected, free to express her desires.
“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 curved her fingers around his shaft 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. With a muttered curse, 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.