Companion 3000

by Evangeline Anderson

  Shouldn’t have touched her that way. Shouldn’t have sucked her nipples and fingered her pussy. Shouldn’t have made her come. No excuse, he told himself angrily. No excuse except how Goddessdamn much he wanted her. Seeing her again had brought everything back—all the nights they’d spent in each other’s arms and the sweet way Leita came so hard when he stroked her hot, wet sex. He’d wanted to see that look on her face one more time, wanted to hear her panting and begging, her soft pink lips half open and her big brown eyes half closed as she came for him. And he’d let his desire ruin any chance he had with her, he was sure.

  When he’d found out where she was, Pierce had told himself that he would go in, buy her and bring her out again. He would act like the perfect gentleman and once he’d rescued her, maybe Leita would consider forgiving him. Maybe she might even want to take up where they’d left off. But then he had blown it all.

  It was the Goddessdamn outfit they had her in that had done it, Pierce thought angrily, banging his fist on the console. Seeing her in those tiny red strips of material with the gold rings around her nipples had been too much. And when he’d looked down and seen her soft wet pussy spread open and her little pink clit encircled with the same kind of ring, he’d pretty much lost it. All he had wanted at that point was to touch her, to claim her as his own. Buying her from the slaver hadn’t seemed like enough. He’d wanted to put his hands on her and proclaim to the entire galaxy that she was his.

  Well, so much for taking up where they’d left off. Pierce sighed and leaned forward to start the liftoff sequence. Leita had obviously been upset about the way he had touched her, the way he’d forced her to come in front of a room full of people, and he didn’t blame her—there was no excuse. It was over now. He’d drop her at her life pod with the supplies he’d gotten for her in the first place and leave, never to return again.

  With only one quick stop to attach a tow beam to Leita’s little shuttle, he got the Jaunter up and in the black, lifting away from the Galleria ship like a single pebble floating away from a huge asteroid. He’d always heard rumors of a darker side of the huge shopping ship but it had staggered him to find that there was a whole section devoted to black market goods like organs and unwilling slaves. Finding exactly where Leita had been taken would have been impossible without Dal’s information.

  Thinking of Dal made him wonder if the big ET had found his missing chips. They were rare and each one was stamped with an indelible ID, which would’ve made them hard to move even on the black market part of the Galleria. Pierce had been fairly certain that the shifty-eyed guy who had cheated him in the first place had probably held on to the loot. Finding a suitable buyer for so precious an item wasn’t easy, especially if the rightful owner of said item was an angry Pteregoid crime boss.

  He charted a course for Leita’s life pod and put on a tracer lock before punching Dal’s coordinates into his monitor. Just in case his hunch had been wrong, he didn’t want Dal to be able to trace his call.

  Dal answered on the first ring, almost as if he’d been expecting Pierce’s call. “Well, well, Pierce,” he burbled, the tentacles around his blowhole waving contentedly. “The conquering hero calls, vindicated at last.”

  Pierce suppressed a sigh. “I take it that means you found the chips?”

  “Every last one—exactly as you promised.” The tone of Dal’s voice meant he would have been smiling if he had lips and a mouth to smile with. “Of course, the information as to their whereabouts took a bit of extracting. But at last the individual you mentioned was persuaded to answer my few simple questions.” He shrugged. “Regrettably, he did not survive the questioning process.”

  “Yeah, that’s a real shame.” Pierce didn’t like to think about the hideous pain the shifty-eyed guy who’d passed him bad chips had gone through but it was his own fault for being stupid. Messing with someone like Dal was like playing with fire in zero-G. There was no doubt you were gonna get burned, the only question was when and how badly.

  “I was most pleased to recover my property,” Dal said, breaking into his thoughts.

  “Pleased enough to take the bounty off my head?” Pierce asked with a scowl. For six long months he’d been persona non grata throughout the entire galaxy with bastards like Shie-lu and his crew gunning for his scalp. Living life on the run was getting old.

  “Indeed. Consider it removed.” Dal nodded, burbling peacefully. “In fact, I would like to offer you a new job as a token of my renewed good faith.” He leaned forward a little, his greenish-brown tentacles waving in excitement. “The pay for this particular venture is quite substantial. I can give you the details if you wish.”

  Pierce sighed. Did he really want to go back to his old life? Smuggling and heists and staying one step ahead of the law? He remembered vaguely promising himself that he was going to retire. Remembered thinking that he would like nothing better than to leave all that behind and just spend the rest of his life fixing ships all day with Leita and loving her all night. He missed the quiet, relaxed atmosphere of the life pod, the intense sex at night, the feel of her in his arms, warm and soft and trusting. He even missed that furry little asshole Schneider a little. A very little but still…

  “Let me think about it,” he told Dal at last. “I have some unfinished business to attend to first.”

  “I see.” Dal’s muddy compound eyes appeared to be looking over his shoulder. “Like your little slave girl.”

  “Like my what?” Pierce turned to look in the direction Dal’s eyes were pointed and his own eyes widened in surprise. Leita was standing framed in the doorway of the Jaunter’s command center wearing that same little outfit that emphasized her plump pink nipples and the wet center of her sex. As he watched, she took a deep breath, thrusting her breasts out in an unmistakable come-on that had his cock hardening like a bar of lead in his pants in no time flat.

  “Your slave girl,” Dal said from the monitor. “This is the one you wanted information to find, I presume?”

  “Uh…” Pierce found himself wholly unable to tear his gaze from the tantalizing sight of Leita’s nearly nude body. It was that damn outfit—it poleaxed him every time he saw it! “Yeah,” he managed to say at last, responding to Dal’s question. “She’s the one but she’s not my—”

  “I’m here to pleasure you, Master,” Leita interrupted him in a low, purring voice. “How shall I begin?” Without warning she dropped to the floor and began crawling toward him on all fours, as graceful as a cat.

  “How should you what?” Pierce felt as if his brain was frozen but other parts of his body were on fire. Like his cock, which was throbbing at the sight of her full breasts hanging down like ripe fruit and the smooth curve of her ass, accented by the tiny red straps. Her nipples looked achingly hard and he longed to suck them into his mouth again as he had at the slave gallery. Longed to touch her beautiful body, to stroke her skin and finger her sweet wet cunt until she came for him again and again.

  “How should I pleasure you, Master?” Leita purred, as though it was the most normal question in the world. “Would you prefer to stroke my breasts? Or…” She looked up at him from under her thick lashes. “Should I suck your cock?”

  Pierce felt like the top of his head might explode. Holy Goddess, he’d known that Leita had a kinky side to her—he knew that she liked to be tied up and teased. But he’d never guessed she had an aggressive side as well. Watching her crawl across the floor on all fours talking about sucking his cock was nothing he’d ever pictured her doing. But damn if it wasn’t the hottest thing he’d ever seen. Come to think of it, the top of his head wasn’t the only part of his anatomy that felt close to exploding.

  “I am intruding.” Dal’s voice sounded far away and tinny coming from the monitor. “Pierce, call me later if you wish to discuss my offer.”

  “I, uh, sure,” Pierce managed to mutter, his eyes still glued on Leita as she crawled sinuously across the room to insinuate herself between his thighs. “I’ll do that, Dal.” />
  “Very well.” There was a hiss of static and the monitor went dead. Pierce didn’t even bother to look. His entire attention was fixed on the mostly naked girl between his legs with her full breasts and hard nipples brushing against his crotch.

  “Leita?” he managed to croak, but his only answer was a sly little smile. Then he heard the snap of the magno-tabs at the crotch of his pants being unfastened and suddenly she had his cock out in the open. Pierce watched, mesmerized, as she stroked his aching shaft with her small, soft hand.

  “Does my Master wish me to suck his cock?” she asked softly, leaning forward to rub his heated length against her soft cheek.

  “I…Leita, you don’t have to…” Goddess, if only her skin wasn’t so soft, if only she wasn’t so damn gorgeous kneeling there at his feet and her touch didn’t feel so good… It made it damn near impossible to think.

  “I want to.” She looked up at him for a moment, her big brown eyes serious and hot at the same time. “Don’t you want me to?” Without waiting for an answer, she leaned forward and took the head of his cock into her mouth, enveloping his throbbing flesh in her warm wet heat and making Pierce clench his hands into fists at his side.

  “Goddess, honey,” he choked as she took him deeper, sucking and lapping gently at his aching shaft. “That feels amazing.”

  “Mmm,” she hummed softly in obvious pleasure at his enjoyment of the act. Pierce dared to unclench his hands and stroke her hair gently while she concentrated on taking more of his thick shaft down her throat. Her mouth was hot and wet and wonderful but even more arousing was the sight of her on her knees before him, her cheeks flushed with arousal and her silky hair trailing over his thighs, sucking and licking him. He didn’t know why she was doing this and he didn’t care—from the moment he’d walked into the slave gallery and saw her on her knees with her breasts and pussy exposed, he’d wanted only one thing—to claim her, to own her, to take her again.

  The thought made Pierce realize that he didn’t want to come like this. As hot and wonderful as her mouth was, he didn’t want to shoot his cum down her throat. “Stop,” he told her, pulling her away as gently as he could from his cock.

  Leita looked up at him, a questioning look in her brown eyes. “Was I doing it wrong?” she asked worriedly.

  “No, baby.” Pierce cupped her cheek in one palm, feeling like her small soft hand was wrapped around his heart as well as the base of his cock. “But I don’t wanna come like this.” He pulled her up off the floor and lifted her easily onto his lap, his straining shaft rising between them. “Wanna come in your sweet wet pussy,” Pierce told her. “Wanna fuck your hot little cunt until I feel you coming all over my cock and then I’m gonna fill you full of my cum.”

  Chapter 10

  His hot, dirty words made her feel molten below the waist. At first Leita had been afraid he would reject her, that he wouldn’t want to play with her one last time. But by the time she had his cock in her hand, it was abundantly clear that Pierce was as deeply into this scenario as she was.

  Leita had turned all her attention to pleasuring him, worshipping his cock with her mouth as he had so often worshipped her pussy. Pierce was a master at making her come with his tongue but it was a favor she hadn’t returned. It hadn’t occurred to her to ask if he wanted her to suck him—not when she thought he was a Companion. But now she reveled in the warm, musky smell of him, the way his thick shaft filled her mouth, the salty droplets of precum she tasted at the back of her throat. Pierce tasted so good and felt so right in her mouth. She felt like she could suck him forever.

  But then he was pulling her off, telling her that he wanted to come in her pussy instead. Leita wanted it so badly she was trembling when he pulled her into his lap, straddling his legs with his cock standing stiff and achingly hard between them. She needed it so badly, needed to be filled, to be fucked. She only hoped that Pierce wouldn’t tease her—that he would take her at once.

  Her hopes were dashed when he held her hips firmly to keep her from impaling herself immediately. “Hold on, baby girl,” he rumbled when she would have taken his thick shaft deep into her pussy with one thrust. “Let me look at you in that hot little slave outfit one more time. Lean back.”

  Leita leaned back in his lap obligingly, though she felt as if she might die with desire. She blushed as she felt Pierce’s sharp blue eyes rake her nearly naked body from her thrusting nipples to her spread sex.

  “Damn but this is hot,” Pierce growled, twisting one of her nipples until she moaned. “You know when I went in to buy you and saw you kneeling with your tits pushed out and your pussy spread, I nearly came in my pants.” His hand left her breast and he stroked down her trembling belly until he reached her swollen pussy. “Just wanted to fuck you, right then and there. I couldn’t help myself—I had to touch you. Had to show every other man in the room that you were mine—that you belonged to me.”

  Leita felt a flush of pleasure at his words, even if she knew his talk of owning her was just part of the role play they were engaged in. “My Master was pleased with my appearance?” she asked softly, keeping her eyes modestly low.

  “More than pleased,” Pierce assured her. “And then when I touched your pussy and saw how wet and hot you were…” His fingers trailed lightly around her clit and thrust upward, entering her tight, slippery slit with one thrust. Leita threw back her head and keened at the sudden sensation.

  “Please, Master…please, don’t tease me,” she begged breathlessly. “I love your fingers but your cock… I need your cock inside me.”

  “So wet and tight,” Pierce muttered, continuing to finger-fuck her clenching cunt. “You need to be fucked now, baby girl? Is that it?”

  “Y-yes,” Leita managed to groan. She was grinding shamelessly on his fingers, pressing hard against his hand but still it wasn’t enough—it would never be enough until he filled her with his thick shaft and came inside her tight, wet pussy.

  “All right,” Pierce told her, withdrawing his fingers abruptly. Leita moaned at the loss and tried again to mount his cock but again he held her back.

  “Not yet, baby girl. Soon but not yet,” he admonished. “First I wanna play with that pretty little clit again.”

  Leita moaned in frustration. The sensitive bundle of nerves between her legs was swollen and tender from being exposed for hours. She didn’t think she could stand much more stimulation there. “Pierce, I can’t—” she began.

  “No, Leita,” he interrupted her. His tone was so stern it made her look up and she bit her lip at the unyielding look on her face. “You call me ‘Master’ when I take you like this,” Pierce instructed her. “Understood?”

  Leita felt her cheeks go hot with mingled shame and lust. “Yes, Master,” she whispered softly, looking down at her hands.

  “Good,” Pierce said, his voice becoming a little less severe. “And you can stand anything I tell you to stand. So if I want to play with your clit some more, you can stand it. Even if your hot little cunt is aching to be filled so bad you think you’re gonna die. All right?”

  Leita nodded. “Yes, Master,” she whispered again. She risked looking up at him, meeting his gaze once more. “My pussy is yours, Master,” she said, trying to keep the tremble out of her voice. “It’s all spread open for you—hot and wet for your pleasure.”

  “That’s my good girl,” Pierce said approvingly. “You’re right, Leita—your pussy belongs to me. Along with your breasts and your nipples and every other part of your body. Now spread your legs a little wider and let me stroke that hot little clit.”

  Leita bit her lip and did as he told her. The scarlet straps of her suit still spread her pussy lips wide open and the gold ring encircled her throbbing clit, putting it on display, almost begging for attention. She steeled herself for the agonizing pleasure of his blunt fingertips across the sensitive flesh, but instead of his fingers, Pierce used his cock.

  He grasped the base of his thick shaft and rubbed the flaring head of his coc
k against her wet entrance, gathering moisture until it was glistening and wet with both her juices and his own precum. Then, slowly, he slid the slippery head up to where the cruel gold ring encircled her clit.

  “Gently now, baby girl,” he murmured, sliding the velvety soft flesh against her enflamed clit. “Just want to pet that sweet clit with my cock before I fuck you.”

  Leita gasped at the intense sensation, digging her fingers into his broad shoulders to keep her balance as he rubbed against her. The sensation of his cock against her open sex was like warm silk slipping over her sensitive flesh, caressing her, stroking her to another swift, intense orgasm that left her shaken with its power.

  “Oh…oh Goddess,” she moaned, fisting her hands against his shoulders as she came.

  Pierce must have felt the shiver race through her because he looked up from the spot where they were almost joined and caught her eye. “Feels good, honey?” he asked tenderly. “You feel like you need me inside you now?”

  “Please, yes! Oh Goddess, please yes, Master,” Leita nearly babbled. She could feel her pussy clenching hard with the quick come, begging to be filled with his thickness. She prayed he wouldn’t tease her anymore. That he would finally fuck her this time.

  “All right then,” Pierce growled, lifting her hips and positioning her wet entrance directly over his cock. “I think it’s time, baby girl. Time I showed you once and for all who owns that sweet little pussy between your legs.”

  He pulled her down hard and drove upward at the same time, filling her entirely in one hard thrust. His shaft breached her entrance and stretched her walls almost unbearably and the broad, flared head of his cock battered the mouth of her womb with a fierce possessiveness. Leita nearly wept with pleasure, with the feeling of finally being filled, of being owned.

  “Yes, Master, yes, please, please,” she cried as his fingers tightened on her hips. He pulled almost all the way out and thrust in again, starting a rhythm that was slow and deep and deliberate. Taking her exactly where she needed to go.