Sex Slaves 2: Waiting For Yesterday

by Lorie O'Clare

  This was dangerous territory. She would lose her heart to this man if she weren’t careful. If she hadn’t lost it already.

  When she would have told him, spoken out and told him he was moving her like no other man, he reached for her shoulders, pushing her down.

  “Suck, baby.” His words weren’t an order, but a request, a gravelly rasp that sent bolts of electricity straight to her cunt.

  Spoken with such assuredness though, she moved with the quickness she hadn’t possessed a moment before, eager to have his cock in her mouth.

  The thickness of her cum around his cock made her mad with need. Sucking him into her mouth, she craved her own taste. Lapping at him, wrapping her lips around him while moving him in and out of her mouth, she worked to catch every bit of her own cum from his shaft.

  “That’s it, baby. You love that cock, don’t you.”

  Dree moaned, her insides constricting from the pleasure of tasting him. She feared she might love more than just his cock. But it had to be the compassion he showed her, the skills he possessed to bring out her basic needs. This was a man as experienced as she was in lovemaking. Maybe she’d simply met her match.

  Whatever the truth, she couldn’t stop the craving that grew inside her. On her hands and knees, her ass up in the air, her back arched, her cum seeped from her cunt, flowing from her when she couldn’t stop the orgasm that convulsed through her. Never had sucking a cock made her explode before. No man had ever made her need him so bad she would explode just from thinking about it.

  She was way over her head with Marc of Torin. Met her match—hell she was afraid she wasn’t even in his league.

  Her muscles tightened, her ass and pussy craving the cock that she soaked with her mouth, adoring its hardness and thick strength.

  “Damn it, Dree. You are eating me alive.” His body convulsed, his cock swelling in her mouth.

  He would explode in her mouth and she ached to taste his salty richness. Marc’s hands went to her head though, pulling her back, gripping her while he freed himself, leaving her mouth swollen and empty.

  “Turn around.” And this time it was an order.

  She scurried to obey, needing him back inside her as much as he obviously craved her.

  The darkness in his eyes, an intense shade of blue that verged on dangerous, stole her breath. His expression was so serious, so intent on watching her. The hard curve of his cheekbone, to the straight line of his lips, every bit of him was a man determined, capable of so much. The look on his face bordered on carnal. She sucked in her breath, her entire body an exposed nerve ending underneath that scrutinizing gaze.

  Positioning herself toward the head of the bed, his large hands gripped her ass. Strong fingers kneaded her soft skin, pressing into her, stretching her, opening her. Her thighs coated with fresh cum when he spread her open.

  “So fucking beautiful,” he mumbled, his fingers pressing against her pussy and ass.

  She exhaled, offering herself to him when he ran his fingers from her cunt to her ass, lubricating the small hole, preparing her. His finger worked the tight entrance, easing its way in, his heavy breathing telling her he labored while waiting to ensure she could handle him.

  Her heart raced against her ribs, her own breathing accelerating while she waited for him to enter her, wanting his cock in her ass more than she had ever imagined she would.

  And when he removed his finger, positioning his moist cock, soaked from her mouth, at the entrance of her ass, she quivered, anticipation arching through her like a bow pulled tight, waiting for release.

  For a moment, when he pushed inside her, she thought her muscles would give out, causing her to collapse underneath him. She held herself in place, feeling the sharp pain shoot through her. The hair on his thighs tickled her legs when he pressed into her. She felt his body tremble, could sense the inner strength it took for him to move slowly, enter her with care. Closing her eyes to fully feel the incredible pleasure that washed through her as he spread her ass open, she reached between her legs with her hand, fondling her oversensitive clit.

  “Oh gods. Fuck yes.” She couldn’t help herself. Pushing back quickly she forced him deeper inside her, the sting hitting as the arrow released, plunging through her, rocking her senses as another orgasm ripped through her.

  “Damn it, baby.” Marc held tight to her hips, controlling her movements while he began pulling out slowly.

  “Fuck me.” She needed him deep inside her, plunging through her.

  She didn’t want slow and easy. She wanted—no, needed—fast and hard.

  “Faster,” she begged. “Fuck me hard and fast. Please.”

  He plunged into her, releasing a growl that vibrated through her, tearing her apart as he speared her ass, fucking her hard and quick. The pain had been replaced with a pleasure more acute, more intense than she could handle. Throwing her head back, she cried out, knowing she would die from the pure pleasure of this carnal act.

  “I can’t,” he cried out, but was unable to finish his sentence.

  Hot semen exploded into the fire of her tight cavity. Then her arms did give out, her body unable to handle anymore of the pleasure he’d offered her. He pumped his seed inside her, coating the fire inside her, satisfying her more than she ever knew possible.

  Marc barely slept a few hours when her luscious body woke him. Fire burned inside, the need to fuck her again raging through him. He took her in her sleep, enjoying her soft mews as she slowly awoke, realized what he was doing, and purred with pleasure.

  Much to his surprise, when he was done, she pushed him on to his back, sucking his cock until he cried out for her again. Then like a fairy in the night, her white hair streaming around her beautiful creamy white skin, she rode him, slowly and sensually, arching her back and exposing her long neck while she cried out his name.

  “I want to take you to Torin with me,” he told her.

  She lay collapsed on him, their breathing one, relaxed soft inhales and exhales of two lovers intertwined in the night. He stroked her back, her long silky strands of hair feeling good under his hand.

  “Tell me about the place. Have you always lived there?” she whispered, her breath tickling his shoulder.

  “Yes and my father before me, as well as his father before him. You will like it there. A beautiful place where hard work is rewarded by bountiful land.”

  She chuckled. “I know nothing about farming.”

  He hadn’t imagined her farming, and smiled although he knew she couldn’t see his face. “You won’t be farming. You will ride alongside me, overseeing the land, offering advice. Somehow I think you would be good at that.”

  She raised her head, her gray eyes staring at him intently for a long moment. Her lips were full, a pouty expression although he knew her mind was absorbing the meaning behind his words.

  “I will go with you.” Her words were a promise.

  The intensity of them, the finality of her decision to be with him, made something break inside him. A dam, a lifetime of feelings closely guarded, broke and washed through him, cleansing him, making him feel almost lightheaded.

  Yes. Dree would do well at his side.

  Chapter Ten

  The sound of a door closing woke Dree up. The covers twisted around her, wrapping her in their warmth and security. She lay there for a moment, allowing her eyes to focus on the elegant drapes that hung over the long window at the other end of the room. It was still dark outside.

  When had she last slept so well? The plush comforts of the room, the large bed that held her, nothing had compared to this since sleeping with her master on Poltar. And those times had been few and far apart.

  The few times she’d been with Torl though were engraved in her brain. He’d been a skilled lover, gentle yet secure in how he would fuck her. Dree had expected Marc to be similar.

  Marc hadn’t been gentle, although he’d far from abused her. But she’d expected him to be more demanding, more like Torl. After all both were le
aders of their people, accustomed to giving orders and having them followed without question.

  Dree rolled over, looking toward the doorway, wondering if someone had just arrived or left the room. She heard nothing now. More than likely Marc had just left to handle business. She was alone again.

  Stretching, the muscles in her body immediately retaliated. Her pussy and ass throbbed, the burning pressure building quickly the longer she lay there awake. It wasn’t as easy to climb out of bed as she thought. Her legs were like jelly. Last night had been incredible.

  But it had also confused her. Marc hadn’t fucked as a sex slave, but a woman with a mind of her own. Over and over again they had fucked each other. She was sore and stiff and wanted him again desperately. His words afterwards hung in her mind. Taking her home with him, being by his side—had he been serious? Her heart constricted, hope rushing through her that Marc of Torin was as attracted to her as she was to him.

  But why would a man like him want a woman like her?

  “Men make no sense,” she mumbled, and walked on shaky legs to the bathroom.

  Two days in a row now she’d bathed. This was almost as good as her life on Poltar. But this wasn’t Poltar. Nothing would ever be like Poltar. Her home, and simple happiness were gone.

  Dree stepped out of the bathing area, the silky water rushing down her legs as she reached for the towel.

  “You need to hurry.” The sharp command didn’t come from Marc.

  Dree stood frozen in the middle of the small room staring at the closed door. Trent Dar spoke again.

  “The attacks will start soon and it would be best to get out of here.” He moved away from the door, his boots making a dull thud sound on the floor.

  She found the Gren in the outer living area, sitting at the table looking at printouts and focusing on his porta-comm. He stood when he saw her, gathering his things within a minute.

  “Let’s go.” He offered no explanation but headed toward the door.

  Dree watched his backside. The large man in front of her wore all black, the cape hanging over his shoulders giving him the appearance of being even larger than he was.

  “Where are we going?” she asked, and when he didn’t answer, she tried again. “Where is Marc?”

  They had reached the lobby and Dree noticed immediately that no one was around. Trent Dar still hadn’t given her any answers but took her arm and guided her to the door.

  Her stomach tightened when they stepped outside, nervous energy rushing through her. The first sun had crept over the horizon, its warmth doing nothing to soothe the chill of unease that crawled over her skin like tiny spiders.

  “Trent.” She stepped around him, needing some answers. “What did you mean by attack?”

  “I’ve been asked to protect you. There is no time for more knowledge now.” Those black eyes of his were haunting. This man from Greneen was a complete mystery, his expression revealing nothing. His tone and mannerism, however, turned her stomach into knots.

  Trent held the control to the carrier out in front of him, pushing the button that allowed the doors to open silently. For the first time, she rode up front, next to him, instead of sitting back in the cargo area.

  But this wasn’t a joyride. The street she had stared down on the day before, which had been alive with the people of Lengorc, now looked deserted. Memories of Poltar, its towns quiet with a chilling hush, sent shivers running through her. Her homeland had been destroyed, torn apart by the Bortan. Dree closed her eyes for a moment, telling herself she wasn’t about to live through the same nightmare again.

  Trent Dar said nothing while he guided the carrier along the quiet streets. Lengorc was a decent-sized community and showed signs of being fairly prosperous. Most buildings, with their dark green hue from the stones dug from the land in the area, were well-kept. The second sun rising offered long shadows and made windows glisten adding a cheery sensation.

  But Dree didn’t feel cheerful. Her body yearned for Marc’s touch, her pussy still throbbing from their lovemaking the night before. Her breasts were swollen and her nipples craved his mouth, his warm heat suckling, pulling her into heated temptations. No man had ever stirred her this way. The next day after fucking a man had been just that. She’d never ached to be with someone a second time.

  Letting her thoughts drift toward Marc, she wondered where he was, why he had told Trent Dar to protect her. And she was certain the Gren had received his orders to take care of her from Marc. But what was he doing that she couldn’t have been with him? The possible answers to that question put an evil knot in her gut. Marc of Torin was attacking the King—which meant he could die.

  And she’d just met him, just fucked him. There was so much to this man; he wasn’t like anyone else she’d ever met. Glancing over at Trent Dar, his dark, brooding expression unreadable, she wondered if he’d been stuck taking care of her because Marc didn’t know what else to do with her. She’d met many men over the years, men from all walks of life. And one thing she knew about Marc of Torin was he was a warrior. The man walked through life with a code of honor. He had pulled her out from under King Sorale’s grasp, saved her from a fate worse than death. And now he was obligated to see she remained safe.

  Trent Dar slowed the carrier and Dree looked outside at their surroundings. They had arrived on the edge of Lengorc, the houses large and spread apart. Guards walked past them, all of them heavily laden with weapons that made her stomach churn. Today would not be a good day. She felt it in her bones.

  The carrier’s doors slid open and she stepped outside after the Gren got out on his side.

  “Report,” Trent Dar said to the nearest guard.

  The guard glanced at her but then straightened, giving his attention to the Gren. “The first attacks against King Sorale have been successful. The second armies wait for orders now.”

  The Gren nodded, a slight breeze lifting the silky black hair around his face. Dree watched him, her thoughts drifting to what Marc might be doing right now. She was certain he would be in the heart of battle, ensuring his men took down the King.

  Her heart tightened with worry and soared at the same time, her insides clenching with fear. Marc of Torin had more courage than she could imagine, taking on the ruthless King, fighting for so many who couldn’t fight for themselves. Marc had a good life, his personal existence and status obviously one of comfort and respect. Yet he fought to take down King Sorale because of how the King treated others.

  “Troops are ready to head toward the kingdom.” Another man approached them. He was large with a thick stature. Pudgy cheeks made his eyes appear squinty, and his dark orbs traveled quickly over the three of them. He turned his attention to Trent Dar. “I suggest we keep a good amount of men here. The King has sent out troops. They know we are here.”

  “How do they know this?” Trent crossed his arms over his large chest, the long black cape he wore draping over the back of his shoulders.

  “They are monitoring us. We’ve captured their transmission.”

  The Gren nodded, the news not surprising. Even Dree would have guessed their enemy would go after computer transmissions to find out where the orders were being sent from. She desperately wanted to know where Marc was, but held her tongue.

  A group of carriers turned the corner at the end of the street and approached them. Several gliders hovered in front of them, leading the party. Within minutes, a large amount of men and women embarked and suddenly orders were being barked from all directions, a handful of people directing the rest.

  Trent turned to reach for her when a skinny man, wearing the similar garb as the rest, brown clothing made of material too thick to see through, came running from the house.

  “There is an air raid,” he yelled, waving his hands in the air.

  Suddenly chaos broke out. Men and women ran everywhere. A large humming sound invaded Dree’s senses before she realized what was happening.

  “Come on. Hurry.” Trent Dar grabbed her arm, his grip
digging into her skin, and almost yanked her off of the ground.

  At the same moment she saw gliders in the sky, hundreds of them it seemed. The ground underneath them exploded, dirt flying everywhere, as they shot lasers toward them.

  Dree heard herself scream, memories of her home exploding, fire everywhere, people running helplessly from the attacks, invading her thoughts. Trent Dar pulled her away from the troops. She had no idea where he took her, but followed quickly, her heart racing while a lump formed in her throat. Many innocent people would die today so that others could live without suppression.

  Trent Dar opened the door to one of the homes and threw her inside. “Stay here,” he ordered, turning around before she could question him. “The walls will resist the explosions.”

  Dree struggled to her feet, the slight burn in her leg where she’d just torn her dress and scraped the skin, nothing compared to the sickening feeling that grew in her gut. Reaching for the door, ready to close it, she watched the ground in front of her explode in a straight line, lasers tearing the town up as attacks continued from the sky.

  Through the cloud of dust that formed thick in front of her, she watched Trent Dar fall and roll across the ground. Whether he successfully dodged the attack from the gliders above or not, she couldn’t tell. Dree stood frozen in the doorway, her eyes fixed on the black-clad figure while he tumbled over himself, his cape billowing up around him.

  He didn’t move. Dree stared in horror while his cape puffed up like a mushroom over him and his body lay crumpled underneath. If he were dead after trying to protect her, she wouldn’t be able to live with the knowledge. Not to mention, Marc would never forgive her. This was his friend. His comrade in battle. Marc of Torin had trusted Trent Dar to do everything in his power to protect her. But he wouldn’t have wished the man dead just so she could live.