Cam and the Conqueror: A SciFi Alien Romance (Alien Abduction Book 3)

by Honey Phillips

  Kievan stared down at the little female kneeling so gracefully at his feet and fought down the urge to pull her into his lap and hold her close while he fed her. Goddess, she was magnificent. Her skin still flushed from her orgasm, her nipples rosy and distended, the gold chains tight around the creamy expanse of her flesh, the delicious scent of her arousal teasing him—everything about her called to him. His cock throbbed each time he held a carefully selected bite to her lips and felt the soft pink flesh against his fingers.

  The night was not proceeding as planned. When he had been waiting for her earlier, he had convinced himself that he could treat as he would any other slave. But as soon as she entered the room, she had come to him, putting her arms around him and expecting—wanting—his kiss. Something inside him had shifted at her obvious pleasure in his company. He barely even paused before dropping his mouth over her sweet lips.

  What was it about her that made him hesitate, that made it so hard to train her as he would any other woman? He had told her the truth—he was dominant in bed and he enjoyed it. The mixture of fear and desire in a woman’s eyes went straight to his cock. Displaying a beautiful submissive in public conveyed an unmistakable message about his power. But despite those truths, he found an unexpected longing for her sweetness and the trust she showed whenever she relaxed into him. He didn’t want those traits locked away behind the formal protocol of ownership. So while he couldn’t ignore her training —in the long run it would only cause her pain—perhaps for a short time he could have both.

  With that in mind, he gave in to his impulse and lifted her into his lap. She came willingly, only squirming a little as she tried to find a position that didn’t put pressure on the plug. He laughed and tapped the end lightly. She jumped and started to glare but caught it in time.

  “You’re learning, pet.” Ignoring her gasp, he settled her ass firmly against his thigh, knowing the position pressed on the plug. “Tell me about yourself while I feed you dessert.”

  “There’s not much to tell.” She shrugged and let him feed her a slice of fruit. Her soft curves settled into place and he almost groaned at the gentle pressure of her hip against his throbbing erection.

  “You said you worked. What did you do?”

  “I am—I was—an accountant. Well, more of a glorified bookkeeper, actually. My mom was sick for a long time so I did a lot of contract work for small firms.”

  A look of pain crossed her delicate features and he asked before he had a chance to rethink the question.

  “What happened to her?”

  “She died, just over a year ago. I still miss her every day.” The satisfied feeling reappeared as she buried her head in his neck, turning to him for comfort. The trusting gesture spurred an uncharacteristic desire to share.

  “My mother died when I was born.”

  The impulsive confession appalled him as soon as the words left his mouth. Before he could regret them, her hand came up and cupped his cheek. “I’m sorry.”

  He shrugged but didn’t move away from her hand. “Don’t be. You can’t miss what you’ve never had.”

  “I’m sorry you didn’t have it.” Her eyes were gentle. “There were only the two of us and we were very close. She was a single mom, but she worked really hard to make sure I had everything I needed. As soon as I could, I started helping out, first at home and then with whatever jobs I could find. We were a unit—the two of us against the world. Then, when I finally graduated and got a good job so I could start taking care of her, she got sick.”

  “So you took care of her anyway.” It wasn’t a question.

  She smiled a little crookedly. “Of course, but not the way I planned. You know, it’s odd. Even after we received the diagnosis, I never really believed she would die. I thought my love would save her.” He watched as she pushed aside the memory and turned the subject back to him. “Do you have any other family?”

  “No. My clan declared me Outcast many years ago.” Even dulled by time, the words still had the power to hurt.

  “Outcast?”

  “I was informed that I was no longer welcome in Sardoran society and I left the planet.” He retreated into his normal mockery, but he suspected that she wasn’t fooled.

  “What did you do?”

  “Many things I shouldn’t have done.” He shrugged. “They were quite justified in their decision.”

  “How old were you?”

  “I was twenty.” He saw the question quivering on her tongue. “I’m now forty, pet.”

  “You don’t look that old,” she answered.

  “And am I allowed to ask how old you are?”

  “You’re my master, aren’t you allowed to ask me anything?” An impish smile curved her lips and he dipped his head into her neck, nipping the skin gently in teasing punishment. Her breath caught and he let his mouth linger, tasting her skin and letting her sweet fragrance surround him. Her back arched and she started to wiggle against his stiff cock. Damn, she was responsive. Reluctantly he lifted his head.

  “I’m twenty-five,” she said rapidly. “Now you know the story of my life, isn’t it time for bed?”

  “Sweetness,” he whispered. Impatiently, her fingers tugged on his neck, pulling his head down. As soon as his mouth touched hers, she opened to him. He curved his hand around her neck, feeling her body respond as he held her in place for his kiss. His tongue slid into her mouth, slow and hard, and he explored her leisurely, relishing her sweet taste and her instant response. One of her hands moved to his bare chest and he could feel it stroking him until he took the kiss deeper and all she could do was to hold on. She moaned into his mouth and his cock twitched in immediate response. He raised his head and watched as she struggled to focus.

  “Very well, little flower. Bedtime.”

  He helped her to her feet, steadying her until she could stand on her own, then wrapped the cloak around her shoulders before leading her to the doors. She walked stiffly, obviously conscious of the plug still inside her. He hesitated at the entrance, remembering his purpose.

  “If we are in public, you walk to my right, one step behind. Do you understand?”

  She bit her lip but bowed her head. “Yes, Master.”

  He exited the room and she followed obediently in the correct position. As soon as she moved away, he missed her warm body. Did he really need to keep this up when they were within his quarters? With a muffled curse, he reached back and pulled her forward, tucking her under his arm. Her arm went around his waist and she relaxed against him as they walked.

  “Kievan?” she asked after a minute. It didn’t escape him that she had recognized that they were no longer observing protocol.

  “Yes, little flower?”

  “What did you do after you left Sardor?”

  He fought to keep his body from stiffening. “I worked, mainly as a mercenary.” He heard her swift breath but ignored it. “And I gambled. It turned out that I have a talent for it. That’s how I came to own this place.”

  “You won it?”

  “Yes, from a very bad gambler. I could have sold it but I was tired of moving around and decided to see what I could do here.”

  “How long ago was that?”

  “Fifteen years.” He didn’t tell her that the first five years had been a constant battle, conquering his rivals, establishing his authority over everyone who came aboard. He rarely slept, and when he did it was with one eye open. But eventually, he got to the point where he had established enough control that he could start to relax a fraction, although he still worked hard, and constantly, to maintain that iron control.

  This station, however unimportant to the rest of the galaxy, was the one thing that truly belonged to him. The one thing he had spent almost half his life building. And the one thing that was now threatened. The pain in his chest flared again and he tightened his arm around the small female nestled so closely against his side. For right now, she was his—and that was all that mattered.

  Chapter Eight

/>   Cam felt Kievan’s mood change as soon as they entered his bedroom. His eyes burned but his face turned hard and unreadable.

  “Kneel,” he said shortly, and pointed to the floor next to the bed.

  A tremor went through her and she dropped to her knees. “Yes, Master.”

  Ignoring her, he walked over to his desk and spent a few minutes looking at his screen. Then he moved to the wall cabinet and poured a small amount of golden liquid into a crystal glass. Carrying the drink, he finally returned to her side but he didn’t speak. Instead he sat on the bed in front of her and watched her while he sipped the golden liquid. His long fingers caressed the glass and she stared at them in fascination, remembering how they felt against her skin.

  Cam could feel her skin flushing and her nipples tightening in anticipation. She fought to keep still, an ache starting low in her belly.

  Setting the drink aside, Kievan pulled the silk shirt over his head and dropped it carelessly to the floor. His muscles rippled beneath his gleaming golden skin and she longed to run her hands across the broad expanse of his chest. Still watching her, he toed off his boots, removed his knife belt, and slid his pants down the muscled length of his legs. Her mouth went dry at the sight of his naked body and his very large, very erect cock, only inches from her face. She licked her lips and watched in fascination as his cock jerked in response.

  Her nipples and her pussy throbbed together, and she closed her eyes to try and force her body back under her control. It was a futile effort. When she reopened her eyes, he held the glass to her mouth.

  “Drink,” he ordered.

  She took a cautious sip and almost choked as the fiery taste of alcohol filled her mouth and slid down her throat. Her eyes watered but the aftertaste was pleasant, vaguely reminiscent of apples. As the drink hit her stomach, it sent a warm glow through her system. She gave Kievan a tentative smile, not sure if that was allowed or not. His face softened a fraction and he briefly touched her cheek before he stepped back and resumed his expressionless mask.

  “Kneel on the bed,” he ordered. Mouth dry, she climbed up and moved to the center of the bed. Instead of letting her rest her bottom on her heels, he pulled her up straight, spreading her knees wide. He lifted her hands above her head and her body jerked as she felt chains connect to her wrist bracelets and pull her arms taut. Her breasts were so swollen that the gold chains of her halter pressed into creamy flesh but it only added to her arousal. Her pussy throbbed and she felt the moisture trickle down her thighs in a startling testament to her response to being bound.

  Kievan moved in front of her, no longer touching her but still watching her with burning eyes. She shivered under his gaze, feeling helpless and exposed, and her knees started to close.

  “Keep your legs apart, pet, or I will have to chain them as well,” he warned.

  The thought sent a wave of desire up her spine. She shivered again and the heat in his eyes intensified.

  “Is that what you want, little flower?”

  Cam blushed, unable to answer, even though her body’s response had been unmistakable. He waited patiently until she finally managed to whisper, “Yes, Master.”

  Without a word, he disappeared behind her and she felt the ankle bracelets lock in place. She tugged experimentally and nothing moved. Her heart sped up and her breathing quickened.

  Kievan was watching her again. “Almost there, pet.” His thumbs caressed the tiny patches of silk over her swollen nipples. “But perhaps one more element…”

  With a rapid movement, he ripped the silk away, leaving her nipples exposed to the air. Before she could react, his mouth closed over one swollen peak, shockingly hot and wet. He sucked hard and she arched into his mouth. When he lifted his head, her nipple was dark red and distended. He fastened a gold clamp around the engorged flesh, tightening it until her breath caught. The tight clasp sent a fiery line of pleasure from her nipple straight to her throbbing clit. He repeated the process on the other nipple and she realized that a chain connected the two rings. He tugged gently on the chain and burning spikes of pleasure created a triangle of arousal.

  “Please, Master,” she whispered.

  “Not until I give you permission, pet.”

  He disappeared again and she cried out but then she felt his hard, warm body pressed tightly against her back, his massive cock pressed between them. His scent surrounded her and drove her desire even higher. Her body shivered in long continuous waves that she couldn’t control. She could only hang helplessly in her chains, her body on fire.

  He nibbled the top curve of her shoulder and each time his teeth closed down, she jerked against his mouth. One large warm hand caressed her stomach before finally, finally sliding down between her legs. His fingers separated, gliding down each side of her cleft and forcing her swollen labia apart. The opening left her hardened nub untouched, exposed and painfully hard.

  “Please, Master.” She was begging now but she didn’t care. She needed to come so badly she was shaking.

  “What do you want, pet?” His voice was soft in her ear, his fingers agonizingly gentle.

  “Please, Master. Let me come.”

  He didn’t answer but he tugged on the nipple chain. The resulting spike of pleasure and pain almost sent her over but she hung on the edge of climax, waiting for his words.

  “Very good, pet. Come now.” As he spoke, he tugged again, and his fingers clamped together, pinching her fully exposed clit. Her entire body seized and she screamed, the room disappearing into a haze of darkness as her pussy convulsed over and over again. He didn’t release the pull on her nipples or the pressure on her clit until the waves of pleasure finally diminished. When he did, she sagged helplessly against the chains, her body limp and trembling.

  “Beautiful, sweetness,” he whispered in her ear, and she turned her head, seeking his kiss. He took her mouth, gently at first but he demanded more and more until she was moaning against his mouth, her body moving rapidly, unbelievably, back into arousal.

  The chains holding her wrists loosened and he pushed her forward until she was on her hands and knees. His hands caressed the soft globes of her ass and pressed against the butt plug. She quivered and he laughed softly. One long finger pushed deep inside her pussy, shockingly thick between the swollen tissues. He pressed down and she could feel the pressure against the plug, sending sparks of delight shooting up her spine.

  “You’re very tight, pet. This may be a challenge,” he murmured. His finger withdrew. She mumbled a protest but jumped in shock when she felt his cock replacing his finger, the thick head pressing slowly, inexorably, into the tight passage. She jerked again but his hands held her hips firmly in place as he pushed deeper into the resistant flesh. The combination of the plug and his massive cock filled her to overflowing, stretching her to the point of pain.

  “Please, Master,” she whimpered. “You’re too big.”

  He didn’t stop. “You can take me.”

  Her arms gave out and she collapsed against the bed. The position lifted her ass even higher and with a final thrust, he filled her completely, the head of his cock lodging against the entrance to her womb. She panted, trying to force her body to adjust. Holding her in place with one hand, his other hand curved around and stroked her still sensitive clit. Her pussy clamped down around his cock and she heard him groan but the stretching pain turned into a dark pleasure.

  Leaving her impaled on his cock, his other hand pulled gently on the plug. The dark pleasure increased as he slid it slowly in and out of her anus, setting the sensitive nerves on fire. She was moaning helplessly by the time he thrust it deep and stopped. With his thumb holding it firmly in place, his hands circled her hips again. As slowly as he had entered her, he withdrew, letting her feel each inch slide free. He stopped with just the tip parting her entrance. She tried to push back, desperate to feel him inside her again. Her body hung on the edge of climax. His hips circled slowly, tauntingly, and she moaned again.

  His fingers tight
ened on her hips and he filled her completely with one hard thrust. She exploded into helpless shudders of pleasure while he pounded into her in long hard strokes. Unable to move, all she could do was feel. He filled her over and over again, his thick cock almost unbearably pleasurable, until his body jerked and he froze inside her while jets of hot seed flooded her pussy.

  His hands relaxed and she collapsed down onto the bed. He followed her down, covering her with his weight. Completely limp and satisfied, his big body warm and reassuring over hers, she angled her head so she could kiss the line of his jaw. The chains released and he turned her into his arms. She snuggled close and his grasp tightened. She was half asleep when he released her and she murmured a sleepy protest.

  “As attractive as you look in this outfit, I don’t want you sleeping in it.”

  “I don’t know how to take it off,” she admitted. He laughed and helped her remove the two parts. Still limp and getting sleepy, she responded mindlessly to his directions until he came to the nipple rings. As he removed the first ring, a blaze of pain shot through her nipple. Suddenly wide awake, her hand automatically flew to her breast. He laughed again and moved her hand aside so that he could cover the abused flesh with his mouth. Her nipple was almost unbearably sensitive to the wet heat of his tongue but the touch rapidly turned soothing. He repeated the process on her other nipple but his mouth lingered longer over her nipple and unbelievably, she felt her body starting to respond again. Her back arched. Kievan raised his head and studied her heavy eyes and flushed face.

  A smile curved his lips but he shook his head. “Time for sleep, little flower.”

  She sighed, but she was too tired to argue so she snuggled back into his arms and closed her eyes obediently. At some point she awoke enough to mutter a sleepy protest when he removed the butt plug and cleansed her gently but she immediately fell back asleep.

  Sometime later she woke, her body still warm and glowing. Kievan wasn’t beside her and she immediately opened her eyes to look for him. The light over the desk was on and he was working. As she watched, he lowered his head on to his hand and rubbed his temple, the gesture so eloquent of weariness and tension that her heart fluttered. Just like when she had first seen him this evening, she wanted to comfort him. Walking around naked did not appeal to her, but Kievan’s discarded silk shirt was lying next to the bed. Pulling it over her head, she took a second to breathe in his lingering scent and enjoy the feel of the cool silk against her skin, before she slipped from the bed and walked to him on silent feet.