Terran Realm Vol 1-6

by Dee, Bonnie

  “He’s not going to do anything to her, Justin. Trust me, she’s too valuable. Tomorrow, you’ll be much more likely to have a chance to get to her.”

  He thought of Trina, scared and alone in the basement of the retreat center, waiting for him to come rescue her. But Elyse was right. The situation must be handled carefully without alarming Brody.

  She slid her hand farther up his thigh. “Hell, if you convince him you’re his man, Brody will hand her over and welcome you into the fold.” She tickled the edge of his scrotum with her fingernail, making Justin shiver and his cock stiffen. “And then you can do whatever you want to him.”

  He grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand away from his crotch. “What the hell is wrong with you? Do you have any allegiance to anything or anyone?”

  “Yes. Me. I’m in the camp of me and what keeps me safe or gets me ahead.” She flicked her tongue over her lips and stared avidly at his fingers digging into her wrist. “At the moment I’m working for Brody, but that could easily change … maybe as soon as tomorrow. It all depends on how things go.”

  Justin released her wrist and red finger marks appeared against her white flesh. “You really are an amoral bitch, aren’t you?”

  “Absolutely.” She suddenly sat up, facing him and leaning in close. Her warm breath blew against his cheek. “And you can’t get enough of me, so what does that say about you?” She grabbed hold of his erection and squeezed it as hard as he’d gripped her wrist.

  Justin sucked in a strangled breath and let it out slowly, adjusting to the pain in his throbbing dick.

  Elyse pressed even harder and twisted, punishing him while she smiled. “Like it, don’t you?” She kissed his ear then whispered, “I know your secret, Justin. Somewhere deep inside you think you deserve pain, and I’m the only one who can give it to you just the way you like it.”

  He wanted to refute her words, but if he stopped clenching his jaw and opened his mouth to speak, he’d cry out, and he wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction. However, he couldn’t suppress a grunt when she shifted her hand down, made a circle of her thumb and finger and clamped it around the base of his shaft, cutting off the flow of blood.

  “Too bad I don’t have my toys with me. I could keep you hard all night.” She licked the side of his neck. “But you usually do pretty well all by yourself.”

  “Let go.” His voice was hoarse and choked. “I’m not into this right now.”

  “Since when has that stopped me?” She pushed him back on the bed and clambered on top of him, straddling his hips and pinning them between her strong thighs. She pressed her hands against his chest and looked down at him with a predatory glint in her eyes. “We’re not going anywhere ‘til morning, so you might as well relax and give in.”

  He knew he shouldn’t trust her and yielding to her was tantamount to giving her the key to his house, but Justin’s resolve seeped away like iron filings drawn out by the magnet of her seductive voice. In their brief time together she’d schooled him well in submitting to her commands. It was a relief now to stop thinking, planning, wondering and second-guessing and simply surrender to Elyse’s will for a while.

  Chapter Eight

  As she lifted, then lowered her body, her pussy enveloping Justin’s erection, Elyse exhaled in contentment. This was what she’d been craving for weeks. Sure, she could have any man she chose at the office or a bar or the gym where she worked out, but since she’d had Justin, no one else satisfied. There was no comparison between being with him and fucking some random guy.

  It didn’t make sense, a dick was a dick, but there it was. He fit her perfectly and aroused strange feelings in her Elyse didn’t want to look at too closely.

  She rocked back and forth a little, settling him inside her deeply. “Like that?”

  He didn’t answer, but his eyelids drifted closed and a quiet breath blew from his parted lips.

  She traced the curve of his lower lip with her finger. How could his mouth be so damn soft when every other part of him was like granite? Her fingers trailed over his square jaw, coarse with blond stubble. She leaned over to press her breasts together and rub them against the sandpapery roughness of his cheeks. The stubble abraded her flesh deliciously.

  Elyse could never decide if she preferred taking or giving pain more. If she had her full arsenal with her tonight, she would tie Justin up and whip him until his guilt over being Brody’s bitch was alleviated. But she’d be just as happy to surrender control to him and let him do the whipping. That was what made them such perfect partners. They both loved to dominate and yield, enjoying either mode in turns.

  “Now,” she whispered as she cradled his face between her breasts. “Let’s see if you remember how to please me.” She fed him her breast, holding it while he sucked in her bruised nipple. The dull ache from his bite increased her pleasure as Justin sucked hard, as though drawing her life force out of her tit and into his mouth. And the anticipation of another possible bite only added to her arousal.

  Rocking on his cock and occasionally twisting from side to side added an extra kick. She lifted up and down in steady strokes, enjoying the sensation of Justin’s thick girth filling and stretching her.

  He gave a quiet moan that vibrated her nipple, so she knew he was enjoying it too. Maybe too much. She wanted to prolong their coupling.

  Lifting herself from Justin’s throbbing shaft, she pulled her breast from his greedy mouth and moved up his body until she straddled his face. She lowered her crotch to his mouth. “Eat me out.” The harsh, vulgar command gave her a thrill.

  With no bonds holding him down, Justin could easily break free of her thighs trapping his head. But he complied, lapping her pussy obediently.

  His tongue insinuating between her slippery folds felt just as good as Elyse remembered. She closed her eyes and relaxed into the grip of his hands on her ass cheeks, holding her steady, while his experienced tongue bathed her sex inside and out. He licked long, flat strokes, delving deep into her opening, then narrowed his tongue to a sharp point that flicked delicately at her clit.

  Elyse moaned and writhed against his face, but he held her hips tight, controlling her movements. When she would’ve smashed her pussy down onto his mouth, forcing him to attend to her clit, he held her off, denying her the pleasure. He continued to nibble and brush lightly with his lips and tongue, teasing her until she whined in frustration. “Come on!”

  He chuckled at her outburst and the vibration sent a flurry of delightful tickles through her pussy. The glowing warmth of an orgasm began to burn at her core, sending shimmers of sensation radiating out through her nervous system.

  “Oh, oh, oh,” Elyse panted as Justin got serious with her clit, biting and licking it, pushing her over the edge.

  “Oh!” she cried out one last time, throwing her head back and letting the sound burst from her throat as pleasure exploded through her body. Escaping Justin’s firm grip, she jerked and bucked her hips in time to the waves of ecstasy rolling through her.

  As she came down from her high, panting and blowing, Elyse became aware of Justin kissing her inner thigh and stroking her trembling legs. She opened her eyes and looked down at him again.

  His gaze met hers and he smiled.

  For a moment, Elyse thought she was having arrhythmia. Her heart seized in her chest, twisting into a painful lump at the sight of Justin’s smile, smug, yet also sweet, at having brought her off so easily.

  Since he’d looked at her with nothing but contempt, anger and occasionally desire since she’d met him at the airport, Elyse had forgotten how endearing his smile could be. It touched her in ways that had nothing to do with simple lust. How she’d love to see that smile every day, to be greeted by it in the morning and kiss it from his mouth when she said goodnight.

  Annoyed by her ridiculous girlish fancy, Elyse frowned and looked away from him. She moved her soaking, still quivering pussy over his cock and aggressively thrust down onto it. Closing her eyes, to shut out his face
and the irrational feelings it produced in her, Elyse schooled herself to remember this was casual sex.

  With more athleticism than finesse, she rode him hard, posting up and down as if she were on horseback. She didn’t lean down to kiss Justin again or acknowledge his presence with a look or murmur of encouragement. She simply clamped her inner muscles around his cock and expertly drove him from compliant yielding to intense fucking.

  Justin pushed into her, matching her powerful thrusts with his own, cursing and grunting as he rutted like a stallion. This was more like it. This was what Elyse wanted—primal satisfaction with no emotions involved.

  Like her daddy always said to the new girls at Le Jardin, “A man can have sex with a knothole and be satisfied. A woman must fight against her emotions. If you’re going to work in this business, don’t be stupid and weak. Have sex like a man and you’ll be all right.”

  Elyse had heard the message and delivered it herself when counseling new recruits. It was the credo she lived by and it had never been an effort for her to keep an emotional distance. Until Justin.

  As she finished him off, milking his cock while he bucked and groaned beneath her, Elyse divorced her mind from what her body was doing. She thought about what she’d say to Brody tomorrow. She thought about being hungry for the pizza they’d never ordered, pictured the pair of new shoes she planned to buy, imagined how she’d invest her money if she ended up sticking with Brody and he gave her a bonus. She thought about getting a dog who would welcome her home to her apartment in the evenings with a wide, tongue-lolling grin and soulful eyes that conveyed its complete trust in her. But the image of a dog reminded her of Justin’s faith and how she’d betrayed it, so she shut that thought out of her mind.

  Squeezing her eyes tightly shut, she didn’t think about Justin gripping her waist and crying out hoarsely as he came inside her. She didn’t think about his intense blue gaze or the way he used to tell her private things about himself back when he still believed in her. She didn’t think about how it used to make her feel warm and content to wake up lying next to him.

  And she really didn’t think about how awful it had been the night she gave Justin’s house key and security code number to Brody’s men and told them when they would find Trina home alone.

  The moment Justin’s orgasm came to a shuddering conclusion, Elyse swung off him. She got up from the bed without a word and went to the bathroom to wash up, first her body, then her face. She didn’t look at her reflection in the mirror as she cleaned off her makeup and brushed her teeth with Justin’s toothbrush.

  Before turning off the bathroom light, Elyse considered getting dressed and going back to her own room. That would be the smart thing to do when she was feeling so vulnerable and mushy about Justin. But instead she crawled into bed beside him, turning off the bedside light. She turned her back on him as she slipped under the covers and lay, listening to him breathe.

  He didn’t spoon up behind her or touch her at all.

  Elyse didn’t care. She’d fulfilled Brody’s command, seducing Justin and pumping him for information about KOTE. All right, maybe she’d been a little weak on the latter half of the directive, but at any rate, she’d gotten Justin into bed. They’d had sex. And that was what she’d planned to accomplish today. Her mission was more or less a success so far.

  The problem was, she no longer knew if she planned to stick with Brody, and this mission had only muddled her thinking further. It was the story of her life. She could never decide where her loyalties lay. For ten years her mother had taught her to revere Earth and care for both the planet and the people living on it. But the rest of her life had been spent learning to manipulate every situation to suit her own ends, never considering who might be hurt along the way.

  Quite simply, she didn’t know who she was or what she believed in, especially when this fated mate bullshit seemed to be hitting her hard, right in the heart.

  She listened to Justin’s slow, steady breathing and wondered if he felt some connection too or if she was going crazy. Elyse stared at the red numbers on the digital clock as they reconfigured from one shape into another. The last number she remembered was two forty-two.

  * * * *

  When she woke the next morning, Justin’s heavy arm was draped over her waist and his hand cupped her breast. His hot breath blew slowly and evenly on the nape of her neck, signaling he was still asleep. His erection snuggled comfortably in the groove of her ass. Elyse knew she could have him awake and inside her in seconds flat if she chose, but for a moment she relished the quiet comfort of a morning cuddle.

  It would be easy to get used to it, to want it every day. Once again Elyse’s weak, womanly hormones were kicking in. She seemed to lose all her common sense around Foster. It pissed her off, reminding her too much of the way her mom used to cave in every time her dad showed up and stayed for a while. God, no wonder the relatives had cut her mother out of their lives. She’d been a pathetic doormat where Dad was concerned.

  Elyse considered slipping out from under Justin’s arm and returning to her room before he woke, but she lingered, unable to rouse herself from the comfortable torpor of half-sleep.

  His other arm stuck straight out from beneath her neck. If she turned her head a little, she could smell his skin. She stuck her tongue out and licked the warm saltiness of his flesh.

  He made a low sound in his throat and his hand on her tit squeezed lightly. His groin pushed against her backside, burrowing his cock even further into her ass crack.

  Amused by the response a lick provoked, she kissed and nibbled his inner arm, then rubbed her bottom up and down his sleep-warmed skin until his unfocused whimper became an aroused groan.

  Elyse smiled. She would have him one more time before he fully wakened and put up his defenses. Covering his hand on her breast, she encouraged another squeeze.

  Justin pressed his lips to the back of her neck then nuzzled and licked her shoulder, sending a shiver down her spine.

  “Elyse.” His murmur was almost inaudible, but she caught her name and the shiver intensified to a quaking in her guts. The sound of her name coming from his mouth did more to arouse her than hours of foreplay with some of the men she’d hooked up with over the past few months. No man had ever made her feel this way, all giddy and jumpy and flaky. It was sick.

  “Elyse,” He said again, louder…and harder. He was awake now. He released her breast and pulled his arm out from under her neck. The heat of his body against her back disappeared.

  Rolling onto her back, she watched him get up and walk toward the bathroom. He didn’t spare her a glance.

  She sighed and sat up. Reaching for the TV remote, she turned on the news and listened to it as her stomach rumbled. They never had gotten around to ordering pizza last night. Suddenly the voice of the news announcer caught her attention.

  “At a press conference yesterday evening, business magnate Algernon Brody announced his bid for the presidency. Brody is not affiliated with any political party and says his campaign platform will be based on the precept of ‘better business for all.’”

  A shot of the elder Brody filled the screen. His lined face broadcast paternal wisdom and his voice resonated with a rich British tone, reminding Elyse of Anthony Hopkins. This was a man people could instinctively respect and admire.

  “My platform is quite simple. Better business for all.” He smiled as he made his pitch. “When the economy is sound and everyone’s employed, all other societal issues will clear up. Imagine that on a global scale. If the world economy was in growth mode even in so-called third world countries, it would go far in eliminating the inequities which cause war. It is possible for us to live in a world of peace in this lifetime!”

  If Raymond Brody broadcast an image of the kindly, caring, older uncle, his father had the fatherly routine down cold. Everything he said sounded completely logical and achievable. Whether he had a plan to back up his campaign promises didn’t matter. His voice alone would put this man i
n office.

  Elyse glanced up as Justin came out of the bathroom and stood, leaning against the wall, watching the TV.

  A shot of Ray Brody speaking to a throng of thousands at a rally flashed on the screen.

  The newscaster continued, “Algernon Brody is the father of spiritual leader Raymond Brody, whose Center for Human Wellbeing group has become a cultural phenomenon since its inception less than a year ago. The younger Brody’s teachings promote personal growth and development on an individual basis and the faction is quickly replacing Scientology as the self-help movement for the new millennium. Raymond Brody has not yet announced support for his father’s political aspiration. The coming months of the campaign will reveal whether there is a connection between the fledgling faith and the dark horse candidate.” The cynicism in the reporter’s voice was actually a relief to Elyse. At least the press still seemed to be beyond both Brodys’ influence.

  “Wow.” She muted the television as the station went to a commercial.

  “Did you know about this?” Justin pushed off from the wall and crossed the room, stooping to pick up his boxers from the floor. Elyse stole a last glance at his cock before he hid it beneath cotton.

  “Uh, no. Contrary to what you think, Ray doesn’t share confidences with me. For all I know, Algernon didn’t even tell him about this crazy political scheme. It’s out of left field.”

  Justin thrust one leg into his jeans. “Not if your son has the power to sway hundreds of voters. I know about the implants, Elyse. Why don’t you tell me what Brody’s plans are? How he’s going to use these people? If I’m going to be ‘part of the team’ now, I think I should know.”

  “Hey, you know as much as I do.” Elyse drew the sheet up over her breasts, suddenly uncomfortable at her vulnerability sitting there naked while Justin was half clothed. “We’re told the implants are for tracking, but I’ve figured they were more than that for a while.”

  He examined her as if she were something on a Petrie dish before speaking. “KOTE secured an implant and took it apart. They found it receives transmissions. Ray has the capability of controlling his followers en masse.”