She looked back at him, eyes wide. “You don’t really mean—?”
“Yes, I do.”
He lifted her, carried her to the nearest chair, sat down and tumbled her across his knee. He grabbed the skirts of her robes, hiked them to bare her pretty ass, and started spanking.
* * * * *
Back at the bar, Rio moodily watched Judith. She finished her washing, then retrieved the glasses the two old men had left on the table.
Rio was pissed at the patrollers, but he had to laugh at the way Talan had sent them running.
What a sweet, pretty girl. Damn, he’d wanted to fill her. She got him all hard and ready. He’d hoped that Rees would invite him along when they went.
He could have plugged her from behind while she rode Rees. Or Rees could have licked her pussy while Rio was in her backside. Either way, she’d have been screaming.
He drank his ale and wiped condensation from his fingers. A pretty pussy she’d have, too.
But Rees hadn’t asked. Rio thought about the way Rees had said, “She’s with me.” Like she was special to him.
He started to chuckle. You’d better watch it, boy-o. That girl will break your heart. She’d tear it to bits before Rees even knew it.
“You staying or going, Rio?”
Judith took the glasses behind the bar, looked at Rio.
“What did you think of her?” he asked Judith.
“Who? Rees’ girl?” She shrugged. “Cute. But with claws. Only, she hasn’t figured out she has the claws yet. But she will.”
“Yeah, she’d have been good in a threesome.” He took another gulp of ale. “Damn good.”
“That’s all you think about, you know.”
He laughed. “You were thinking about it too, babe. I saw you looking at Rees. You were wishing he’d ask to make it a foursome.”
Judith blushed. “Okay, maybe.”
“So how about it? Do a foursome? Just you and me?”
“Uh, Rio, that would be a twosome.”
Rio shrugged. “So we’ll be creative. Come on, Judith. I’m screaming horniness over here, and so are you. I can taste it.”
Judith opened her mouth to argue, then she shook her head. “Let me close up.”
Rio watched her come around the bar again and tap the controls on the walls. The storm door slid down, and the lights dimmed.
“You have a nice ass,” he told her.
“Thank you. So do you.”
He met her in the middle of the floor.
Leather creaked as he yanked open the front of her coveralls and thrust his hands inside. She was bare underneath, like he’d thought. Too hot to be anything else.
He pulled her body against his and kissed her, hard. She grabbed his arms, fingers sinking into the black leather. He licked her from lips all the way down her throat. She leaned her head back, her bare breasts thrusting against his chest.
He lifted her up, letting her body rub his groin.
“Not here,” she gasped. “Upstairs.”
He turned and carried her to the door that led to her apartment. She thumbed open the lock, and he started to climb the narrow, cool stairs.
He made it halfway. Rio kissed her again, then laid her facedown on the stairs.
He yanked her coverall from her body. There she was, bare-assed, trying to steady herself on the stairs, trying to crawl upward.
He was too throbbing and crazy with heat to let her. He had to do it now.
He jerked his leggings down, letting his arousal tumble free. Judith looked back at it in panic. Shareem were bigger than normal men, and Rio was damn big, even for a Shareem.
“Oh gods, Rio.”
“Too late to pray, babe.”
He opened her legs and slid himself right into her cunt. She screamed. He pumped.
He thought about Rees pumping himself into pretty Talan. Rees would be hard and excited, his face drawn in concentration. Talan would be squirming, pleading, begging, wet and tight.
Oh, man, Rees must be having a good time.
Rio braced himself on the stairs above Judith, surrounding her with himself.
Her wet tunnel squeezed him again and again. She screamed and writhed, coming already, her body rubbing against the stairs.
Rio took hold of her hair, wrapped it around his hand. He rode her, hips crashing into her backside. She screamed until her voice went raw.
He came pretty fast because Talan had gotten him so hard. The girl had looked startled when he’d told her she’d wrap his whip around her body and make love to it, but the idea hadn’t scared her.
She’d wanted it.
Better watch it, Rees, he thought. Poor guy.
He slammed his full length into Judith, and spilled his seed. Judith moaned and whimpered.
He let go of Judith’s hair, and she collapsed onto the stairs, sliding off his hard cock, which was slick with her juices and his come.
Rio sat down on the stairs, panting, running his hands through his sweat-soaked hair. Judith turned over and gave him a rueful smile. “Damn, Rio.”
“I can’t help it. I love your pussy.”
She laughed breathlessly. She pulled herself up, lifted her coveralls over her legs, but didn’t fasten them again.
She moved down a few steps, then sank to her knees and put her mouth over his still hard cock.
“Baby,” he murmured. He threaded his hands through her loosened hair. “You know just how to do it.”
“You taught me,” she said.
He laughed, then groaned as her practiced mouth went all over his cock. He liked Judith, they were friends. He liked being with a woman just because she wanted to be with him.
He’d stay all night if she wanted. He had his accoutrements with him. He never went far without him. He had his whip coiled and ready in an inner pocket of his jacket. Judith probably had some cream down in the bar. And let’s see, what else?
He removed the thin manacles from inside his jacket and clicked one around Judith’s wrist. She stared at him, mouth open.
“Ask me to stay, baby,” he said. “We’ll have some fun.”
She looked at him, her lips all wet from his cock. She considered. His rod started throbbing again as her pheromones scented the stairwell.
She grinned suddenly, eyes warm. “I’m going to regret this, I know it.”
Rio grinned back. It was going to be a good night.
Chapter Nine
Talan’s rear hurt and stung. She’d never felt anything like it.
She still hung upside down over Rees’ lap, her hair in her face. His hand rested on her ass, cool on her burning skin.
“No one has ever dared spank me before,” she gasped.
“No?”
“No.”
He gave her one more slap. She yelped. He righted her, planted her on his lap and grinned into her face.
“That’s because you’ve never been bad.”
“Why do you keep saying I’m bad?”
“Because you are. Telling me you’re going to run off to Rio. I should have spanked you harder.”
“Oh.” He was playing a game. That’s what a level two Shareem did, played games.
She could play, too. She looked at him from under her lashes. “Maybe I will run off with him.”
Something went dark in his eyes, and then he smiled again. “Uh-oh, you just said the wrong thing.”
He flipped her over. He was so strong, he did it before she could stop him. “No, Rees!” she laughed and screamed at the same time.
Smack, smack, smack. Her butt was going to be raw.
It hurt, and at the same time it didn’t. It stung, and it was fun. How strange was that?
Rees rubbed his hand across her ass. “How does that feel?”
“Ouch.”
He laughed. He pulled her skirts down and set her on her feet. “Are you going to say bad things to me again?”
She put her finger to her mouth, considered. “Maybe.”
“You’re so
adorable when you do that.”
Adorable. That wasn’t dignified.
He just sat there and smiled. Her heart turned over.
This was wrong. She shouldn’t be here. She should be at home, studying her books, memorizing pithy sayings of philosophers. She should not be playing games with a level two Shareem in his own house. She should not be warming every time he smiled.
His face was square and handsome, his eyes so blue. When he smiled she wanted him to take her into his arms and kiss her, just like he had on the street.
Wouldn’t it be nice if he really wanted her? If he wasn’t just pretending?
To cover her confused thoughts, she walked away from him. The room was small.
He had a monitor in one corner and a couple of disks in front of it. He also had a picture disk with a photo of himself, Rio, and Judith in it. Rio had his arm around Judith’s neck, and all three were laughing.
Talan turned around. “Rees.”
The way he looked at her made her heart beat fast. His Shareem-blue eyes warmed her from across the room.
“Rees, I think I’m ready.”
“For what, bad girl, more spanking?”
“No.” She twisted her fingers together. “For—penetration.”
His smile vanished. “Call it by its right name, Talan.”
She thought of what she’d said to him in the garden, and later in the bathroom. She took a deep breath. “For fucking.” She came closer to him. “I want you to fuck me.”
He sat so still. A muscle moved in his face, and that was all.
She walked to him, put her hands in his broad ones.
“Please fuck me, Rees.”
His lashes came down to shield his eyes. “You aren’t ready.”
“I am.” She began to feel desperate. “I am ready, Rees. You showed me how to feel good and how to give you pleasure. Now I want the rest of it. I want you inside me.”
He looked up at her. His eyes were bluer than ever, the irises filling the white. “You’re not ready for me. If I was a normal man, maybe, but I’m—”
“Shareem,” she finished. “I know.”
She waited for him to smile, to touch her face, but he just looked at her. “My cock is big.”
“I know.” She remembered the taste of it in her mouth. “I like it.”
He gave her the ghost of a grin. “It’s huge. And your pussy’s small. It’ll hurt you.”
She wasn’t so sure. “It’s pretty wet already,” she said softly. “Maybe if we go slow.”
Rees closed his hands on hers in a crushing grip. “With you, Talan, I won’t be able to go slow.”
She got excited and scared at the same time. “You know—” she gave him a sly look, “—I can always go back and ask Rio.”
That got him.
Rees’ grip went tighter. “The hell you will.”
Her excitement mounted. She knew he was increasing her excitement with his voice and his touch, and she didn’t care.
“Maybe I don’t want to stay with you anymore. Maybe I want to go with him.”
He jerked her close. He breathed hard, his eyes getting darker. “Maybe you need another spanking.”
She liked this game. She felt her mind go slightly mushy as he used his Shareem technique. “Make me stay with you,” she breathed.
He pinched her jaw between his thumb and fingers. “Don’t, Talan. I’m not playing.”
Of course he was. That’s what level twos did. She touched his face. “Make me yours.”
His skin was hot. His grip tightened. It hurt. “Don’t. Tempt. Me,” he growled.
She smiled.
“Oh gods,” he said.
He let go of her and stood up. He was so tall. His shoulders were broad, his arms corded with muscle.
Something inside her said she should be very afraid of him. But her mind spun with whatever he did to her, and she could only smile hotly.
“Don’t resist me,” he said.
She shook her head. Her loosened hair slid over her shoulders. It felt sensual.
“Did you bring a change of clothes?” he asked.
She gave him a puzzled look. “Of course not—”
“Too bad.” He grabbed the neck of her tunic and ripped it open to her waist.
She gasped as the artificially cooled air touched her skin. Her breasts were standing firm and round, her nipples pointing right at him.
“Beautiful,” he whispered. “I knew you’d be beautiful.”
“You’re beautiful, too,” she murmured in response.
He was. He was the most beautiful man she’d ever seen.
“Don’t try to get on my good side,” he said with a warning look.
Playing was fun, even if a little scary. Lady Ursula had written all about playing with her Shareem.
“Spank me again,” she begged.
“I’ll spank you when I’m good and ready.”
He grabbed her and crushed a kiss to her lips.
It was not so much a kiss as ravishing her mouth. She couldn’t breathe. She clutched his arms. He was strong.
He pulled his mouth from her. “Get on the bed.”
His bed was a bunk built into the wall. It was surrounded on three sides and had soft lights above that came on when she scrambled up onto it.
The bed was wide and long, but he was a large man, after all.
She faced him on her knees, her tunic ripped, her breath coming hard. He pulled off his robe, and then his tunic.
She was right, he was beautiful. His chest was hard with muscle, dusted with curls of gold. His stomach was flat, muscles taut past his navel to the thong that rode low on his hips.
She remembered watching him in the holo-block that day, weeks ago, remembered the sun on his bronzed backside, the shadows in the dents above his butt.
“You were the best Shareem they made, weren’t you?” she whispered. “The most beautiful and the best.”
His eyes went all blue again. She reached for him.
He shoved her hands away. “Lay down.”
Whatever he was doing to her mind, he was good at it. She plopped onto her back.
He came closer. He smelled like dust and the tang of sweat.
“I’ll give you a chance to run,” he said, his voice low.
Talan thought about it. Her body didn’t want to get up and leave. She shook all over, every nerve humming.
“Let me stay.” She tried to smile. “Whatever you are doing to my mind won’t let me leave anyway.”
“I’m not doing anything to your mind, baby. You’re doing it all yourself.”
Talan didn’t believe him. Whatever he wanted her to do, she would do. She couldn’t help it.
“I wish you’d run,” Rees said. “Then I could chase you.”
A dark flutter stirred in her stomach. “You’ve already caught me.”
He gave her an odd look and didn’t answer. He leaned over her, put his hands on either side of her head.
His tail of blond hair fell over his shoulder and brushed her face. She caught it in her mouth.
“Hey,” he said.
She smiled at him around it.
He twitched the tail out of her mouth. “You’re not doing what you’re supposed to do.”
“I don’t know what I’m supposed to do.”
His eyes were midnight blue, now, black flecks swirling in them. “You are supposed to be afraid of me.”
She touched his lips, satin-smooth. “Why?”
“Because I’m Rees.”
What was that supposed to mean?
“I like you being Rees.”
He looked at her like he didn’t quite believe her. There was something behind his eyes she didn’t understand.
His skin was scorching hot and he breathed hard, his cock was swelling and rising.
“I told you not to try to get on my good side,” he said.
“Are you trying to frighten me, Shareem?” She twined her arms around his neck. “Is that the game we�
��re playing this time?”
He came closer, nipped her lips. “Are you sure it’s just a game?”
He kissed her. It wasn’t as harsh as the last kiss, but slow and deep and possessive.
“Are you sure?” he asked again.
Her cunt was all wet and wanted him bad. “I’m sure I’m with you,” she whispered. “And that’s exactly where I want to be.”
He looked down at her for a long time. His arms were taut, taking the strain of his weight.
“Talan. You are so going to pay for being so cute and sweet.”
She wasn’t sure what he meant, but anything he said now was drilling excitement through her.
“Are we going to fuck?” she said, voice shaking. “Or not?”
“Oh, you are so going to pay.”
“When?” she asked.
“Right now, baby. Spread your legs.”
She spread her thighs, already anticipating his touch. He’d driven her wild this morning with his tongue.
But he was right. It would hurt, and she should be afraid.
She put her hand down to her pussy, all wet and creamy. “Make me not care if it hurts,” she said. “You can do that, can’t you? With your Shareem—whatever it is?”
He nodded once. “I can. Or you can run to your clinic and not feel anything.”
The clinic seemed cold and far away and foolish.
“No. I want you.”
“I know you want me.” He drew his fingers along her cunt. “Your pussy is so slick.”
“Will you go in, now? Please?”
Her opening was wide, begging for him.
“I told you, I’ll fuck you when I’m good and ready.”
“Please, Rees, do it now.”
He got off the bed.
She lay there, stunned and suddenly cold. She reached for him. “Rees, don’t go.”
“I’m not going anywhere, babe.”
He opened a cupboard, pulled out a tube of something. He also took down a sun blanket.
Rolled up, it made a hard, firm pillow.
He brought it to her. “This goes under your hips.”
Deftly, he slid his arm around her back, raised her, and slid the rolled-up blanket beneath her.
She felt funny, her back bent, her hips lifted to him.
He took off the thong. His cock was huge, long and hard, pushing out from the dark blond curls at its base.
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