A Rebel's Rules (Dark Star Doms Book 1)

by Ivy Barrett

  She encircled Ashton’s cock with her fingers, stroking from base to tip and back. Hard, hot, incredibly thick, he fascinated her. She wanted to play, touch and taste.

  “Now!” The word sounded strangled and his expression begged for her to end their torment. She smiled, guiding him to her entrance. He arched his hips and pushed the plush head of his cock between her slippery folds. She moaned. It felt wonderful and he was just barely inside her. “Are you trying to kill me?”

  Thrilled by the desperation in his tone, she lowered herself onto his thick length. Inch by blissful inch, he stretched her and filled her. When she sheathed him completely, she paused, reveling in the fullness, the completeness.

  “Lean forward and kiss his mouth,” Lutton’s husky voice intruded.

  Her uncertainty surged again. She wanted to make love with Ashton, not complete this ritual. Duty and honor demanded her surrender, but her heart cried out for Ashton. This wasn’t about love and tenderness. It was survival and celebration.

  She stretched out across Ashton’s chest, groaning as the position changed the angle of his penetration. He took her face between his hands and captured her mouth. His tongue delved deep, sliding and exploring.

  Lutton stroked her hips, her back, her bottom. He rubbed her ass cheeks, squeezing and caressing while Ashton’s tongue moved in her mouth. Lutton knelt behind her. Bending close, he tasted her flesh, his tongue wandering across her rounded bottom and into the crevice separating her cheeks.

  Ashton attempted to distract her with his passionate kisses, but Corry felt everything Lutton did.

  I prepared you well for this, my love. Relax and he won’t hurt you.

  Focusing on Ashton’s assurance, Corry relaxed against his chest. Lutton eased her cheeks apart and smeared lubricant around and into her rear entrance. He pushed his finger in deep, twisting his wrist and drawing out slowly. Corry trembled. She was already stretched tight around Ashton. How could she…

  Lutton pushed in with two fingers and she gasped into Ashton’s mouth. Pleasure unfurled with each stroke, making her feel wicked and wanton. She shouldn’t be enjoying this. It was a sacrifice, necessary to earn their freedom.

  No. This was no sacrifice. They were celebrating life, reveling in sexual intoxication.

  When Lutton positioned his cock, Corry pushed back, accepting—no welcoming him. He murmured words she couldn’t understand, some sort of chant, perhaps a prayer.

  Grasping her hips, Lutton dragged her up until only the head of Ashton’s shaft remained inside her. She braced herself against Ashton’s chest and his hands covered her breasts. Lutton guided her down, his cock sliding out as Ashton’s slid in.

  Corry cried out, her senses stretched as tightly as her body. She’d never dreamed such pleasure existed, such intensity. She clenched her inner muscles and both men groaned. She soared, exhilarated by passion’s power.

  “Move, my love,” Ashton whispered. “Pleasure us all.”

  Lutton showed her the movements, but it was easier for Corry to control. Her head reeled, her heart thundered and lights danced before her eyes. She rocked, thrust, slid, releasing one cock as she captured the other.

  Ashton rolled her nipples. Lutton clutched her hips, urging her on, speeding the pace. They undulated together, straining as one. Guiding her head back and to the side, Lutton covered her mouth with his. She parted her lips and welcomed him with a swirl of her tongue. Ashton arched into her. Lutton matched the movement of his tongue to the thrusting of his cock.

  The drums accelerated, louder and faster, as the men pounded into her. Tearing her mouth away from Lutton’s, Corry cried out loud and clear. Pleasure tore through her body, racing from her head to her toes and back again. She pulsed, shook and screamed, unashamed of her powerful release. Ashton thrust deep, shaking violently as he came. Lutton followed a moment later, his face pressed into her hair.

  They collapsed into the grass in a tangle of naked limbs. The drums faded. The ceremony ended. Lutton kissed her shoulder and slowly withdrew.

  “I will think of you fondly,” he whispered, and disappeared into the night.

  A long time passed as she lay there sprawled across Ashton’s chest. “Have the others gone?”

  He raised his head and looked around. “I think so. Are you all right?”

  “It’s not an experience I’d care to repeat every night, but yes, I’m fine.”

  Holding Corry close, Ashton sat and wrapped her legs around his waist. Her snug sheath hugged his cock. He wasn’t willing to lose the connection, the intimacy. A humid wind played across their perspiration-slick bodies as they stared into each other’s eyes. She raked her fingers through his hair, her gaze filled with tender affection. His heart leapt and his insides clenched. Did she realize what she revealed with her expressive eyes?

  The past two nights had moved him in ways he didn’t fully understand. He was relieved to have the rituals finished, yet they had been the most intensely erotic experiences of his life. He stroked her face, loving the way she leaned into his hand.

  “What happens tomorrow?” he asked.

  “Lutton or one of the others will lead us through the jungle.” She sounded distracted, dreamy. Her contented sigh warmed his wrist. “The nearest transport station is in Sanctuary, four days from here, but there’s a settlement a few hours away with beasts large enough to ride.”

  He chuckled, tracing the lush fullness of her lips. “You weren’t satisfied with riding this beast?” She didn’t respond to his teasing. A wary sort of sadness clouded her expression. “What are you thinking about?”

  “Am I still your prisoner?”

  “How can you ask me that?” He stroked her neck and squeezed her shoulder. His fingers lingered against her skin. “You saved my life. If the executive council wants you apprehended, they’re going to have to find you themselves.”

  She turned her face away. “How did this get so complicated?”

  Complicated didn’t begin to describe the feelings twisting through him. He wanted to shelter her, protect her, but he knew she’d never allow it. A true zealot would never agree to hide. “Do you have somewhere to go? You can’t return to Borrelly.”

  “I’ll figure out something.”

  He took her chin in a light grasp and guided her face back toward his. She stared at his mouth, refusing to meet his gaze. “Korbin has to release Danette and Palmer. The coalition isn’t going to negotiate with terrorists. You have to approach them—”

  “Don’t you think we’ve tried?” She scrambled off his lap. “My father sent countless petitions detailing the abuse and neglect, and they silenced him because of it. Believe what you like. The executive council doesn’t give a damn about the other outposts.” She stomped into the pool.

  Ashton watched her dive beneath the surface, her body sleek and gleaming in the moonlight. What the hell was he going to do? Like it or not, he was falling in love with this hot-headed rebel.

  He waded into the water, waiting for her to surface. She gasped as he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her back against his chest. “I can help you if you give me half a chance. Your stubborn pride is going to cost you this conflict. You won’t solve anything by threats and intimidation.”

  “We’ve tried diplomacy.” She remained stiff and unmoving in his arms. “It got us nowhere.”

  “Maybe you need a better diplomat, someone more familiar with how the council thinks.”

  She turned, resting her hands on his chest. Her gaze searched his face, intense and wary. “Why would you help us? You’re one of them.”

  “A certain little rebel has made me curious enough to investigate. If your issues are legitimate, I’ll negotiate with the executive council.”

  “Why?”

  He leaned down, brushing her lips with his as he whispered, “You know why.”

  “This can’t be about me.” She pushed him away. “Investigate. Better yet, visit Shanty Town. I welcome your help, if you believe in our cause, bu
t I don’t want a personal favor.”

  “Fair enough.” He cupped her bottom and lifted her against him, smiling into her eyes. “You have to make me a promise first.”

  Her gaze narrowed and she tilted her head. “What?”

  “Give me one week to complete my investigation. During that week you stay out of sight and agree to have contact with no one but me.”

  “Korbin has to know—”

  “It’s an all-or-nothing deal. I want you safe, and contacting Korbin compromises your security.”

  “Will you contact him? Let him know I’m safe?”

  Pausing, Ashton considered the options. He resented the hell out of Korbin for allowing Corry’s involvement in the rebellion, but her request was a fair compromise. “All right. I’ll let him know you’re safe, if you promise to stay put.”

  “Where are you thinking of taking me? The council will have agents out looking for us by now.”

  “As far as anyone knows, you never left Borrelly. I’ll take you to a place on Halley Prime with better security than coalition headquarters.”

  “Where’s that?”

  “The Pleasure Palace. Petra guarantees the safety and anonymity of every client. Besides, she’s the last person in coalition space most people are willing to cross.”

  For a long, silent moment she stared up at him with wide, uncertain eyes. Finally, she nodded. “One week.”

  “We’ll work this out together, I promise. We’ll find a way.” He covered her lips with his. Her tongue surged into his mouth before he could deepen the kiss. Sucking gently on her tongue, he absorbed her taste, her texture. He touched her with gentle patience, memorizing each contour of her satiny flesh.

  Her breasts filled his hands, her nipples already hard against his palms. She was a delight, a wonder, so giving and passionate. She wrapped her legs around his waist, relaxing in the water.

  Hooking one arm under her bottom, he reached between their bodies with his other hand. Smooth, soft, ready, she gasped as he parted her folds and pushed inside. Warm and welcoming, her core rippled around his fingers. She felt so good.

  He slid in and out, enjoying the heat and her uninhibited response. She arched, her head falling back on her shoulders. Moonlight bathed her face and breasts. Pushing deep, he bent to her nipple, suckling firmly as his fingers worked her core.

  He wanted to feel her come, to watch her face as orgasm drove reality away, but his cock ached and his balls had drawn up tight against his body. Lifting her hips, he entered her in one smooth, sustained thrust. Her hands clutched his shoulders, her inner muscles squeezing his shaft. Ashton moaned.

  “Can I stay inside you forever?” He whispered the words into her hair. “You feel so damn good!”

  “Forever?” Sadness flickered in her gaze and her kiss tasted of desperation.

  She was right. He couldn’t promise her tomorrow. Why had he spoken of forever? “Lie back. Float on the water. I want to enjoy the view.” Keeping her legs locked around him, she floated. Her hair fanned out around her face and her arms drifted at her sides. Spectacular. She took his breath away and made his heart ache.

  “Don’t jump.” He grinned and activated his implants, making his cock vibrate. She groaned, her entire body quivered, and her inner muscles clenched rhythmically. “Come for me. I love watching you come.”

  Her thighs flexed against his waist and a breathless whimper escaped her throat. “I can’t…like this.”

  “Yes, you can. I’m not moving until you do.” He increased the intensity, pressing on her mound, pushing her clit closer to the vibration. She thrust her breasts toward the moon and surrendered. Each deep pulse of her release caressed his cock. Panting, he deactivated the vibration and increased his diameter. She cried out again, her pussy fluttering wildly.

  “Too much?” he asked.

  “No.” She gasped. “Just move!”

  He pulled her up, guiding her hands to his shoulders. “Lock your elbows and hold on tight. I need hard and fast right now.”

  “Thank God.” She chuckled then moaned with his first forceful thrust.

  Bracing his legs far apart, he drove up into her wet, willing body again and again. Hard, fast, deep, wild, he gave them both what they craved. His hands clutched her ass and her nails dug into his back.

  Tension knotted his muscles and his balls drew up tight. He thrust to the hilt and held her to him, coming in long, shuddering waves. He groaned into her hair. The pulses of her orgasm around him felt nearly as good as his. For a long time he just held her, the moment too perfect for words.

  With obvious reluctance, Ashton separated their bodies and Corry lowered her legs to the ground. They waded through the water hand in hand, enjoying the tranquil setting and the tingling afterglow.

  All the unanswered questions awaited them on the shore.

  “You’re planning on getting me a security waiver?” she asked as they started back toward the village.

  She knew enough about the Pleasure Palace to understand what he had in mind. The sex emporium frequently attracted off-world clients who had no other interest in Halley Prime. They were issued diplomatic waivers, allowing them full access to the Pleasure Palace without the usual security scans and background checks required to visit Halley Prime.

  “No one will know where you are,” Ashton stressed.

  “As long as I stay inside the Pleasure Palace.”

  “This will ensure your safety until we can develop a long-term strategy.” He raised her hand to his lips and kissed her knuckles, his gaze gleaming in the moonlight. “Can you think of another way for us to be together while we negotiate peace between your world and mine?”

  “No,” she admitted. A gentle breeze teased her damp skin, reminding her that they were still naked. “It’s a good plan.”

  “Meals will be delivered to your door and I’ll instruct the service personnel not to look at or speak with you. Unique customs of visiting dignitaries are nothing unusual for Petra’s staff.”

  Pausing on the narrow path, she pulled her hand out of his. “Why are you on a first-name basis with the owner of the Pleasure Palace?”

  He chuckled and recaptured her hand. “Father likes to forget the connection whenever he can, but Petra is my mother’s sister.”

  She couldn’t help but laugh. His mother sympathized with the rebels and her sister owned a thriving chain of sex emporiums. Premier VinDerley had more than his share of skeletons in his closet.

  “I guess the only real question is, can we trust ‘Aunt Petra’?”

  “It should never come to our needing to trust her. The sort of security we require is standard for each of her elite clients. Still, if things turn ugly, it should comfort you to know she’s been supporting your cause for years.”

  “The rebel cause is being financed by the owner of the Pleasure Palace?”

  “Why do you sound surprised?” He tucked her hand in the crook of his elbow and resumed their trek down the path. “Korbin never told you the identity of your primary benefactor?”

  “Korbin never told me a lot of things.”

  They ducked into the hut where she had been prepared for the ceremony and Ashton pulled her into his arms. “The Perrlain have some bizarre ideas, but I think they got one thing right. We need to live our lives to the fullest and cherish each moment the Deity grants to us.”

  “I couldn’t agree with you more.” She pressed against him, savoring his heat and the tenderness so evident in his expression. Her heart swelled with affection and desire. “Tomorrow might belong to the revolution, but tonight belongs to us.”

  Part Two: Korbin

  Chapter One

  Danette Tiptonn opened her eyes and groaned as light stabbed into her brain. Blinking repeatedly, she brought the room into focus. She sat between Ashton and Palmer in some sort of holding cell. An alloy bench protruded directly from the barren wall. Her ears buzzed and her mind felt muddled.

  “Where are we, Ashton?” she asked, trying to lift h
er head off his shoulder. Why did she feel so…weak? Had she been drugged? What was happening?

  “I don’t know.” He sounded groggy and annoyed.

  The last thing she could remember clearly was the gala. She’d been returning from the bathroom when everything went black. Ashton had been at the party, but she couldn’t remember seeing Palmer there.

  Forcing her head to turn, she looked at the younger man. Palmer still wore his pajamas. He must have been taken right out of his bed. But who had done this and why?

  As if to answer her unspoken question, the door panel rolled up into the ceiling and a dark-haired woman strode into the room. Bright green eyes dominated her delicate features. Though she was slender and less than average height, she carried herself with authority and confidence.

  She approached Danette, grasped her shackled wrists and urged her to stand. A small length of chain connected her ankle restraints. For the first time, Danette noticed her feet were bare. What had they done with her shoes?

  It was such a trivial concern it shocked Danette out of the lingering stupor. Her shoes were the least of her problems. She needed to learn as much as she could about her circumstances and that was only possible if she regained control of her emotions.

  “Where are you taking me?” she asked. “Who the hell are you? What do you want with us?” Despite her determination to remain calm, her tone grew sharper with each question.

  “You won’t be harmed if you follow my instructions. If you give me any trouble, I’ll leave you bound and gagged until this is over.”

  “You can’t treat us like this.” She glanced at Palmer and Ashton for reinforcement. “Do you know who we are?”

  “This wasn’t a random act, Ms. Tiptonn. I’m fully aware of who you are, or more to the point, who you call ‘Father’.”

  Rebels? Who else would attempt something so brazen? The coalition had more allies than enemies. This had to be the work of the rebels.