Sex Slaves 2: Waiting For Yesterday

by Lorie O'Clare

  “These are all spoils of victory,” Borna told her, running her finger over one of the tapestries and then moving to a glass case where weapons were on display.

  Everything about the room was very masculine, dominating, powerful. Just like Marc of Torin. Nothing here appeared weak, not even the high-back ornately carved chair that set in front of the computer.

  Borna moved there next, sliding the chair back and plopping down in it like she’d done it a million times.

  “What are you doing?” Dree asked, glancing at the door, which was still open with the quiet hallway outside giving no indication that anyone was nearby.

  “Contacting Kopah-Torl.” Borna pressed several buttons until the transmitting screen appeared. “I’m sure they are monitoring our activities. If they don’t want me doing this, someone will appear soon.”

  Borna sat tall in the chair, her black hair wild and unbrushed, falling around her. Her confidence, her willingness to take on the unknown, brace new situations was enviable. It would take time, but Dree felt that confidence growing in her slowly. She knew it had been a streak of luck, but she had helped out when the Bortan tried to attack them before they left the kingdom. With time, she would come in to her own.

  Moving behind Borna she watched while the transmission opened and then finally Trev of Kopah appeared on the screen. His expression remained solemn for only a moment and then he smiled warmly.

  “Hello, ladies. You two are quite a sight for tired eyes.”

  Icy fingertips crept up Dree’s spine. She froze, staring at the man she would have been content not to see again. Of all the men she’d fucked in her lifetime, running into any of them wouldn’t affect her the way she felt right now.

  “I’ll be returning to the farm in the next couple of days,” Borna said without ceremony.

  “Dree, we look forward to your return as well.” Trev gave no indication that he even remembered fucking her, his expression not changing while he glanced from one woman to the other.

  Maybe their way of life was too ingrained in Trev and Marla, the two of them offering each other pleasure with other people. But it was a way of life now behind Dree. She wouldn’t be part of it.

  “No.” The word barely escaped her lips. Cold sweat broke out over Dree’s body and she cleared her throat. “No,” she said louder.

  “No?” Trev sounded sincerely surprised. “Well, sure we do, Dree. You will come home with Borna.”

  Dree shook her head, her insides tightening while she attempted to stand up to someone she never dreamed of standing up to before. Borna looked up at her, something close to appreciation dancing in her dark eyes.

  “I’m not returning to the farm.” Dree heard the words come out of her mouth, but wasn’t sure how she managed to say them. The urge to turn and run occurred to her. But she wanted to be strong, to show herself that she could indeed be a free-thinking woman. “We are at the House of Torin and I will be staying here, with Marc of Torin.”

  “Good for you.” Borna spoke quietly, a grin appearing on her face. She turned to look back at the screen. “I’ll be returning alone,” she told him.

  There was silence on the other end of the line. Dree couldn’t help think they were discussing her punishment for insubordination. But it wasn’t like that anymore. She was no longer a slave. This was a free world and she was part of it now, able to think and act for herself.

  When Marla appeared in front of the screen, Dree didn’t miss the sad look in her eyes. But she smiled, glancing from one woman to the next.

  “Dree. Trev tells me you have found a home at the House of Torin.” Marla nodded, a slight nod she’d seen her mistress do many times in the past, a gesture of approval. “I’m happy you are no longer waiting for yesterday to return. That is something Trev and I had to learn also. We had a good life, but it is no more. That doesn’t mean we can’t find happiness again. We both wish you the best in your new life.”

  The transmission ended then, and Borna stood slowly. “You love him.” She didn’t make it a question, more like she was coming to accept new information.

  Dree searched the beautiful woman in front of her, looking for disapproval, but she saw none.

  “I think I do.” She reached out toward Borna, and the woman allowed Dree to take her hand. “I’ve never experienced love before, but it hurts when I’m not with him.”

  Borna stepped forward and brushed her lips over Dree’s, her scent musky, captivating. “You are a good woman, Dree of Torl. Marc of Torin is blessed with you.”

  Dree’s eyes fluttered shut, the gentle kiss not what she expected. Taking a deep breath, inhaling Borna’s scent, she experienced a flush of desire sweep through her.

  “And you are an incredible woman also,” she said honestly. “I owe you so much.”

  “No.” Borna put her fingers over Dree’s mouth, then brushed them along her cheek, her touch warm, confident. “I’m not sure I would have stepped up to help Marc of Torin with the Bortan if it weren’t for you. And it was something I needed to do.”

  There was so much that was a mystery about Borna. Dree doubted anyone knew all of her secrets. But she nodded, and then pulled Borna into a warm embrace. “May the gods be with you,” she whispered into Borna’s thick long hair that smothered her face.

  Borna returned the hug, but only briefly before pushing her to arm’s length and then looking over Dree’s shoulder. Dree turned and her breath was stolen away by Marc of Torin’s massive frame standing in the doorway.

  Bare-chested, with nothing more than a small bandage over his arm, he stood there watching the two of them. His expression was dark, brooding, his light blue eyes looking dangerous. A predator—dominating, aggressive. He watched the two of them like a wild animal would watch its prey.

  Borna stepped around Dree, walking up to Marc slowly, her manner calm and collected. Shoulders held back, her long black hair flowing freely around her, she stopped in front of him.

  “Take care of her,” she told him.

  Marc looked down at her and for a moment Dree worried for Borna’s safety. But then he stepped to the side, allowing her passage out of the room.

  “At the end of the hallway one of my guards will escort you to the computer room. They are waiting for you there. You will help them contact the Bortan.”

  Borna nodded and left them.

  Marc approached her with the slow confidence of a successful leader possessing all the knowledge that he’d gotten what he wanted. Her heart raced in her chest. Suddenly there didn’t seem to be enough air in the room to breathe. She knew she stared wide-eyed at him, her breasts swelling while a slow throb began deep inside her pussy.

  “You will explain everything when I return.” He ran his fingers through her hair, tangling his hand behind her head and tugging. “Every detail,” he added in a slow whisper.

  Hot chills rushed through her. How long had he been standing in the doorway?

  Chapter Eighteen

  Dree swore she’d stayed up all night. She’d explored Marc’s room, learned more about the man she wished had been with her. But Marc had left, and never returned. When the first sun started to rise, she’d finally slipped out of her clothes and snuggled under the satiny smooth covers on her bed.

  Now stretching, she blinked against the bright light coming in through the large window at the other end of the room. Her hand brushed up against something hard, warm, smooth and firm to the touch. Tingles rushed through her. Anticipation. Her pussy moistened with her hot cream. She ran her fingers over Marc’s arm, gently so as not to disturb him, and then simply rolled to her side and stared at the magnificent piece of art sleeping contentedly next to her in the large bed.

  In his sleep, all the aggression gone, the predator was at rest. Long lashes brushed out fading into his well-chiseled face. Cheekbones so hard and masculine and a straight nose added to his perfection. Just staring at him stole her breath. Her cunt throbbed while her breasts swelled, the ache growing with every breath she to
ok.

  He still looked dangerous, like he could pounce into action at a moment’s notice. His body was relaxed, his expression calm, yet there was an aura about him, something that made her believe that even sleeping, he knew everything that went on around him.

  Lying next to his naked body, so easily within her touch, made her heart stop beating. No man had ever affected her the way he did. She had no clue when he had finally joined her in the bed. But she did know he hadn’t touched her. Her pussy craved him too much right now, and there was no way she would have slept through him fucking her.

  Stretching a bit more, she managed to slide the blankets down, uncovering him to the point where she could see that wonderful cock lying in a semi-relaxed state against a mound of dark curls. He simply took her breath away. The ache throbbing through her turned into a needy pain, her body preparing itself for him. She tightened her inner thighs, fighting the urge to run her fingers over her soaked cunt, to spread her thick cream over her throbbing clit.

  Lying next to her like this, she could almost imagine him not powerful, not capable of saving an entire planet. Relaxed as he was, he appeared to be just a man, the most perfect specimen his gender had to offer, but just a man. But all of his power, his aggressiveness, his ability to control everything around him was part of who Marc of Torin was. And the entire package had stolen her heart.

  She couldn’t believe she could just lie there and stare at him and be so perfectly content. Although maybe content wasn’t exactly the right word. Her fingers itched to travel over his body, feel his strength, explore every inch of him. She wanted to run her tongue over the firm curves of his muscles, taste him. She inhaled deeply, the throbbing inside her cunt turning into a furious ache.

  “Come here,” he muttered.

  Marc hadn’t moved. He didn’t open his eyes. But his command was quite clear.

  Dree smiled, all too eager to cuddle against him. He snuggled in close, his arm wrapping around her, pulling her against him. Her breasts smashed against his rock-hard chest, her nipples crushing against the heat of his body. Tingles rushed through her, and she draped her leg over his legs, itching to adjust her pussy over his cock.

  “How long have you been awake?” she whispered, not wanting to break the mood of his half-awake state. He was so damned sexy.

  “Long enough to allow you an eyeful.” The corner of his mouth turned up, the smallest of smiles showing his amusement.

  Dree blushed in spite of herself. “What makes you think I was staring?” There was no way he could have known that she was.

  He opened one eye, glancing her way, the smirk on his face not disappearing. “You were staring,” he told her, sounding very convinced of the fact.

  She wouldn’t lie to him, but didn’t want to admit the obvious. So she shrugged, rubbing herself against his hard body, wishing he would touch her more than he was. Her nipples tingled, craving to be sucked, her breasts too tender, the pressure only building the more she pressed into him. It was all she could do not to rock her hips against his hard thigh. Everything inside her craved him.

  His arm draped over her shoulder, protectively, holding her to him. But otherwise he remained relaxed, waking up slowly. She knew she would die if he didn’t appease the growing pressure that made it hard to focus on anything other than mounting him and fucking him senseless.

  “Did Borna help you understand the computer?” she asked, deciding to change the subject might wake him up a bit, and distract the craving that consumed her.

  Marc rolled over, draping her with his body. He ran his fingers along the curve of her cheek, watching the movement with a lazy stare.

  “The Bortan have left.” He didn’t see a need to share any more with her. She saw that.

  But Dree wanted to know more, she didn’t want to be a toy meant to amuse after matters of the day were settled. She wanted to be part of his life, know his mind, share in his thoughts.

  “What made them leave?” she pressed.

  Marc ran his hand over her shoulder, coming dangerously close to touching her breast, the swelling ache there bordering on pain as he glided by. His fingers caressed her arm, which she held against her breasts between them.

  Stretching her arm to the side, he ran his fingers along the underside, driving her nuts while he seemed content to simply watch the simple act.

  “We defeated them. Benox will not be taken down by their covert ways.” He gripped her wrist, stretching her arm to the side while his gaze traveled over her body and finally to her face. “For now, we are again at peace.”

  For now. And defeating the Bortan would make Marc of Torin more powerful. An entity someone else might want to come along and challenge. She knew she would be able to take on those challenges as long as she was by his side.

  “So now what?” she asked, wiggling underneath him.

  Marc’s smile was lazy, and pure sexual perfection. A fever rushed through her. The throbbing pain consuming her almost too much to bear. If he didn’t do something to her soon she would explode.

  And then he moved. Quickly. One solid flowing movement that she didn’t have time to prepare for. Rising over her, the blankets gliding off both of them, he straddled her, pinning her to the bed, while grabbing her other wrist and pinning both of them next to her head.

  A fire matching that burning inside her smoldered in his pale blue eyes. Staring down at her, his soft brown curls bordering his perfectly chiseled face, a twitch began in his jaw. His expression remained relaxed otherwise, but his mind was churning, thoughts spawning. Dree could only guess what he had in mind.

  “You told me you left Kopah-Torl to free your people from the castle.” His statement came out of nowhere. “Now you will tell me the other reason.”

  Heat spread over her as the memory of giving herself to Trev, consenting to her previous mistress’s wishes, burned through her with humiliation.

  “Did you leave because of Borna?” He misread her thoughts.

  Slowly she shook her head. She would always demand honesty from him and knew in turn, he deserved the same.

  “I’m no longer a sex slave, Marc,” she began, more than aware of his powerful body crushing her into the soft bed underneath them. “Marla is my old mistress. I have obeyed her unconditionally all of my life.”

  He knelt over her, his powerful legs pinning her two legs together. His cock, relaxed against her stomach, stormed to life over her words. But she knew more than lust surged through him. The predator, the possessor who would not allow what was his to be messed with, awoke within him. A storm brewed in his gaze and she wondered how he would react to the truth of the matter.

  “What did she ask you to do?” His grip tightened on her wrists, not painfully, but bordering damned close to it.

  Her breath caught in her throat. She was completely vulnerable to whatever he might do to her. Nothing she could do. Scream. Fight. Any attempt at resistance would be null.

  But she wanted him to know what happened. She realized that. Something had come to life that night in her. A sense of freedom. The realization that she could have said no—that she should have said no. She had just realized it too late.

  “She asked me to have sex with her life mate.” Dree searched his face quickly for his reaction.

  The storm brewing in his gaze turned his eyes to a deadly shade of dark blue. She swallowed the lump in her throat, her heart racing while the room suddenly seemed way too warm. Panic rippled through her. Marc wasn’t going to take this well.

  “And did you?”

  Dree nodded, unable to speak. Her throat had gone too dry.

  Marc almost leapt off of the bed, turning from her, moving quickly and silently. Fury radiated from him. But she couldn’t let him go.

  Climbing off of the bed, she followed him to the large window where he stood naked and stared out at plush countryside that she doubted he saw at the moment.

  “And I left the next morning,” she told him, aching to touch him, wanting more than anythin
g to place her hand on his back, feel the powerful heat radiating from him. “I had found a place where my people could live well, work and be understood for their history.” She paused for a moment, looking down at the ground, unable to stare at his back any longer without touching him. “That place just wasn’t for me.”

  Again Marc moved, the silent predator, his haunted eyes pinning her when she looked up at him. “Did you enjoy it?”

  “I simply entered the mode that I had existed in for years.” She wanted him to understand. Whether he threw her out or not, he would know her heart. That was the best she could offer him. “I didn’t think. There was no feeling. He loves Marla. It is clear when you see the two of them. But they are from another world, another life. And yes, it was my life. I fucked without thinking, knowing the actions by rote and moving through each one of them until we were done.”

  Marc stared at her. She wouldn’t look away. Watching him digest slowly what she had just told him, she waited for him to pass judgment, to realize finally that she wasn’t the woman for him. It became harder and harder to breathe. If he threw her out, she just knew she would die.

  “And is that what you do with me?” he asked her, his tone as hard as the expression on his face. “You know the actions by heart, so do you just go through each one of them until we are done?”

  Dree stared at him, stunned. She couldn’t believe he had just asked her such a thing. Suddenly she wanted to hit him, pound some sense through that male ego of his.

  “No!” she yelled at him then turned away from him, throwing her arms up in exasperation.

  Of all his possible reactions to what she had just shared with him, she hadn’t expected that one. She marched to the other side of the bed, needing space, but then turned to face him, planting her fists on her hips.