Righteous Fury (To Protect and Service Book 2)

by Tracy St. John

  Kimi panted and shuddered, wondering if pain alone could kill a person. There was no blood. Other than the button-bug’s presence, she couldn’t detect any harm had been done.

  That motherfucker had hurt though.

  Laaruu droned on in a bored tone. “Here are the details. The clit stimulator is keyed to my voice alone and cannot be removed without my order. The mechanism is failsafe and cannot be overcome by you pulling at it. It is programmed to send out unpleasant sensations to nerve receptors should you attempt to do so.”

  It wasn’t a weird alien bug that chewed on a woman’s clit for sustenance, but a device of some sort. One controlled by Laaruu. Kimi wasn’t sure which was worse.

  As the suffering faded, fury filled her. She sprang at Laaruu, unwinding her long body, ready to shove her shoulder into his stomach. Unfortunately, she was piss-ass drunk. She listed hard to the side instead of going straight at him as she’d planned.

  Laaruu had apparently been waiting for her to react. He grabbed her, and at first, Kimi thought he was trying to hold her upright, to keep her from falling over. Instead, her feet left the floor as he lifted her high. He slammed her onto her sofa. She landed unharmed, but breathless from surprise.

  Vicious torment stabbed into her clit once again. It speared her, making Kimi sob and writhe under the horrendous assault. Had anyone been in her apartment building, she was sure they would have busted her door down, thinking they were saving her from murder. Unfortunately, everyone was at work or school. No one was going to rescue her from the torture.

  Instead of switching off all at once as it had the first time, the horrendous agony abated by degrees. Kimi was aware of Laaruu standing over her, his arms folded over his chest as he watched her suffer. His expression appeared grim, as if he took no joy in her misery. Hoping that was the case, Kimi shouted at him, “Get it off me. It’s tearing my cunt apart!”

  “It’s doing no physical damage whatsoever, only activating the nerves in an unpleasant way. As for taking it off, that will not happen until you’ve shown you’re no longer self-destructive. Only then will I give you the full tale of myself and what I’m offering you.”

  She panted as the anguish became more manageable. “Torture. That’s what you offer.”

  “That can be a part of it. There is no point in discussing anything with you until you have regained some semblance of sense. Until you start living like the honorable creature you once were.” Laaruu started taking his clothes off.

  Kimi scrambled along the couch to put distance between them, simultaneously yanking at her panties to cover herself. “What are you doing?”

  “Beginning your training and salvation. Go into the shower and set it for your preferred temperature. We’ll start by washing the stench of liquor off you.”

  He was naked. His body was magnificent, that stunning middle ground between rampant muscularity and grace. Flowing and strong, all at once. Gorgeous. And that perfectly formed cock, so long and thick…

  Kimi did her best not to notice.

  Positive as to where Laaruu planned for this to end, she snarled, “I’m not doing anything you say.”

  She’d barely gotten the statement out when a new blast seared coherent thought from her mind. She rolled off the couch in agony. Fortunately, it abated quickly.

  Laaruu’s tone held a note of mockery. “If you give yourself to me—and you will want to—you’ll do what I demand. I’m not unreasonable, Kimi. If you have a valid complaint or concern, I’ll be glad to hear it. I’ll be prepared to change my mind, if it is warranted. But don’t bother me with frivolous whining. No petty bullshit.”

  She peered up at him through a tear-misted gaze. “I call refusing to be ogled or raped valid, you monstrous shit.”

  He sounded bored. “You are in no condition to name terms. As for being raped—I refuse to lay a hand on you. Or any other part, for that matter. Not until you beg me to.”

  She choked out a laugh. “It’s not going to happen.”

  “We shall see. In the meantime, you’ll bathe. You are a disgusting little animal, wallowing in your self-pity as well as filth. Go.”

  “Fuck—” Pain stopped her in mid-charge as well as mid-fuck you. She crumpled to the floor once more with a scream.

  “Go.” He wasn’t looking at her.

  “Son of a—” another curse and attempted assault was once more derailed by agony. Though Kimi had steeled herself for the torment this time, it was too great to withstand. She couldn’t push past the brutalizing anguish of the button-bug device. Yet she was too stubborn not to try again as soon as it waned enough for her to do so.

  A stab of ungodly hell forced her to admit temporary defeat. Shaking violently from the onslaught, Kimi crawled towards the bathroom. Though Laaruu had insisted the stimulator wouldn’t injure her physically, she couldn’t believe she wasn’t pouring blood. The damned device felt like claws tearing at her flesh.

  Laaruu followed her progress to the bathroom. “Good girl. Don’t worry, you’ll get the hang of this.”

  “Asshole.” Kimi almost yelled it. She grimaced, sure an additional explosion was coming. When it failed to happen, she glanced at him over her shoulder.

  He smiled lazily, looking more deadly and handsome than ever. “Words only carry weight if one allows them to. Call me whatever you wish, but obey. That’s all I require for now.”

  As she reached the short hall that led to the bathroom, Kimi staggered to her feet. The unsteadiness was due to the shattering agony she’d endured and the awful sense of helplessness. The delicious drunken buzz was gone. The sadistic monster Laaruu had cured her of it.

  She hated the vulnerable state he’d put her in. She gauged his nearness to her and the few feet she had to travel to the bathroom. At the door, she wheeled to face him before he could enter too.

  The alien stopped arms-length distance from her. His gaze went to the curtained tub/shower combination, its clean, white surface well-illuminated by a skylight. He nodded towards it. “Step in and cleanse yourself.”

  “Fine. Just give me some privacy,” she insisted. Kimi could have gone in and locked the door behind herself, but she worried he’d break it down. Besides, she wasn’t certain whether or not he could operate that clit killer without a sightline.

  “You’ll be naked before me.” He looked her over with appreciation. “As you Earth types say, I’ve shown you mine. Now you show me yours.”

  Kimi snarled. Laaruu spoke in his odd language, and she braced herself.

  Instead of pain driving her to her knees, it was incredible pleasure that put her onto the cool tile floor. Ribbons of ecstasy wove through her clit, reaching deep, into her stomach. She writhed, rubbing her thighs together and reaching for her cunt though the simulator blocked her touch. It took her to the brink of climax and held her there, not allowing her to get off. It drove her crazy with longing.

  Laaruu stepped over her, going to the shower and turning it on. He held his hand under the spray, waiting for it to warm while he watched her trying to rub her covered nub. He chuckled as her attempts grew more desperate.

  “Nothing will help you except to be obedient.” He withdrew from the shower and shook off water droplets.

  She didn’t resist as he pulled her clothes off. Kimi had the wild hope he’d fuck her, right there on the bathroom floor. She needed the relief, relief only a fat cock in her pussy and a finger on her clit might afford. His claim that she’d beg him for sex wasn’t so ludicrous any longer. In fact, it sounded like a damned great idea with violent desire riding her. Waves of brutal arousal pulsed through her, devouring her senses.

  When Laaruu sat on the toilet seat and waved her to come to him, Kimi had no pride left. She’d suck his semi-erect shaft to full strength if he’d promise to shove it in her. She crawled to him, not caring how pathetically willing she must look. Her clit spasmed with shocks of delight, requiring only a little more to set off a full explosion. She ached for climax, but that wouldn’t happen, not witho
ut Laaruu’s help.

  As soon as Kimi was close enough, Laaruu leaned over and wrapped his arms around her torso. Instead of having her blow him, as Kimi had expected him to, he draped her facedown over his thighs. His sex poked her in the ribs.

  He rubbed her buttocks with a strong touch. It left Kimi more excited than before. She planted her toes on the cool tile and lifted her hips higher to push against him.

  “What a lovely ass you have, Kimi. An ass this beautiful deserves a big cock filling it. Has anyone ever had the privilege, my darling?”

  My darling. It sounded so old fashioned, so quaint—and yet somehow evil in that commandeering tone.

  Yet he was talking about fucking her ass. She had no intention of letting his engorged manhood in there. “Never. Please Laaruu. Make the torture stop.”

  “I haven’t heard you agree to take your shower as an obedient slave would. You are a frightfully naughty girl. Let’s see what equals punishment in your world.”

  With that note of warning, his palm lifted from her rear. It came down again, hard. Forceful. Kimi yelled and kicked in surprise, but the tormenting heat was secondary to her arousal. Crazy as it was, Laaruu’s smack added to the hunger gnawing at her. As did his strength, making it possible for him to hold her pinned to his legs.

  Another whack sent extra sizzling hurt into her ass. Kimi was shocked to realize he was spanking her. Almost as shocked as at the eager convulsion of her pussy. No fucking way she was getting off on being reprimanded like a naughty child.

  Two smacks later, she knew that was exactly what was happening. Kimi wriggled in earnest, trying to escape from Laaruu. It was difficult to tell what was worse; that she was being spanked or that some part of her enjoyed it.

  Laaruu paused as she fought. “Hold still for your punishment, or I won’t let you climax,” he said in a low, threatening voice.

  Oh no. Kimi’s desire had grown savage, weakening her under Laaruu’s determined hand. It wasn’t a matter of wanting to come. She needed it. She froze in obedience, though she couldn’t believe she was doing so.

  Damn him to hell, she was dying for an orgasm.

  Not only that, but as he roasted her ass, the words she’d sworn she wouldn’t say rose to her lips. With the memory of Laaruu’s assurance that she’d beg him for sex mocking her, she forced out an almost as humiliating plea instead. “I’ll shower! I’ll obey. Just make it stop. Make it stop. Please!”

  Laaruu muttered in alien-speak and stopped tearing her ass up. At last, the wonderful-awful stimulator fell quiet. Her sex throbbed, but at least it wasn’t the excruciating, crazy-making lust that had her considering tearing her own clitoris off.

  Laaruu let her go, no longer pinning her to his thighs. She shakily got to her feet with his help. The bastard was downright solicitous now that he’d won their battle.

  Kimi got into the shower and huddled beneath the stream. The water was warm, a bit harsh for her blistered butt. Otherwise, it felt good.

  She jumped with an embarrassing squeak when Laaruu stepped into the shower with her. Yet of course he’d planned to all along; hadn’t he gotten naked right off the bat? Kimi straightened. Gathering her shredded pride, she blatantly looked him over.

  The son of a bitch was magnificent. Perfection. Strong, wide shoulders. Well-cut but not overly huge muscles. A stunning phallus that at any other time would have Kimi grabbing first and asking permission much later. The water made him glisten and gleam. A true wet dream.

  He grinned at how her gaze lingered slowly over each delicious inch before moving on to the next. “These last few weeks, I’ve observed the kind of body types you gravitate towards. I prefer for you to desire me. Are you pleased with what I’ve done for you?”

  Kimi refused to believe this man, who could have easily forced himself on her for sex several times over, had been compelled to make himself attractive to her. Determined to not give him satisfaction, she prefaced her appreciation with, “You should have worked on your personality instead of your body. But yeah, you’re – you’re beautiful. How do you really look?”

  “In private, I assume an appearance close to this. I’m glad your preferences are compatible with mine. It’s not the usual fashion I’m allowed to present myself.”

  Kimi was curious as to why Laaruu couldn’t look as he wished to, but asking would sound as if she were interested. Or concerned. Fuck that. The alien asshole deserved neither.

  Laaruu inspected her shower items, plucking her expensive shampoo from the many bottles perched on the tub rim. He squirted a generous amount on his palm. “I’ll start with this.”

  “You’re going to bathe me?”

  “Naturally. You’re shaken and could use the kindness you haven’t allowed yourself—and which I suspect you won’t consent for me to offer for some time, stubborn girl.”

  Kindness. As if he were capable of that. Yet her clit still throbbed with the pleasure and pain the button had brought. She damned sure didn’t want Laaruu switching it on again either way. She ached to feel the delicious arousing thrum of it again, but she feared she’d be left hanging without climax. For a happy ending, she’d probably need Laaruu to shove his cock in.

  She didn’t want that. She couldn’t beg him for a fuck, and he’d had her too close to that only minutes ago. If he switched the stimulator on again for ecstasy, she wouldn’t resist if he decided to take her.

  Kimi turned her back on Laaruu, submitting without resistance or complaint when he began shampooing her hair. She tried not to enjoy the gentle massaging pressure against her scalp. It felt good though. If nothing else, Laaruu was talented as a shampooer. Too talented. Somehow, it forced her libido to the fore again.

  It was almost a relief to her self-respect when he finished cleaning, conditioning, and rinsing. The man wove a spell with his magic fingers, a nonverbal negotiation with her will, asking it to crumble, to give herself over to him.

  If he can do this just by washing my hair, what about the rest? Kimi was scared to find out.

  When he picked up the bar of soap, Kimi tried for one last stab of dignity. “I’ll wash myself.”

  Behind her, Laaruu chuckled. “Are you positive? Isn’t your pussy clamoring for more contact? I thought you’d be eager for a sensual wash. My wet hands, slippery from soap, sliding over every inch of your lovely flesh. Imagine it.”

  “I don’t – I don’t want—”

  “Careful. Lying is begging for punishment.”

  Kimi clenched her teeth. She had no reason to question that Laaruu would know the falsehood if she claimed she didn’t crave his touch.

  This is so fucked up. What the hell was she supposed to do?

  Laaruu took her silence for consent. He washed her back, rubbing it as luxuriously as he had her scalp. Against her will, her muscles relaxed under his care, even as her hunger for more increased.

  She remained unresisting when he reached to soap her front. The bar of soap, much diminished, slid up and down between her small but pert breasts. Then around, outlining the mounds in suds before Laaruu twirled the bar between his palms, raising a thick lather. He cupped her tits and rubbed, covering them with foam, making her moan as he squeezed. Her nipples jutted through the bubbles, hard as diamonds.

  He pulled her against him, so that her head rested on his shoulder. “That’s it,” he crooned, massaging her breasts. “Let go. That’s my sweet darling.”

  He kept one hand working her chest as the other washed her taut stomach, her ribs, her hips. He moved on, paying attention to her long, sleek legs and arms. He washed her ass with careful attention. She panted from startled excitement when his finger invaded. Kimi couldn’t believe having him inside her back hole could feel so incredible. Laaruu’s earlier threat to fuck her there didn’t sound so terrible. At that instant, having any part of him inside any part of her seemed pretty great.

  “Keep leaning against me,” he whispered in her ear as he combed through her trimmed pubic hair. He reached lower still, slipping be
tween her folds.

  A seizure of bliss jerked her hips against the incredible touch. She bit her lips together to keep words from tumbling out. She must not beg him. No matter what, she had to maintain the last lonely shred of her dignity.

  “So wet. Are you suffering? Are you in agony? I can’t leave you like this, no.” He spoke in his language, and the stimulator switched on again.

  It was at a lower setting this time, but Kimi was already inflamed with arousal. She cried out, and her palms slammed against the tile wall. She braced her elbows to keep from collapsing.

  Laaruu’s breath was hot in her ear, raising gooseflesh all over. “Poor Kimi. You may come.”

  As if she’d been awaiting his permission all along, her sex seized. A climax rolled through her, thick and pulsing. She groaned at each surge, fed by the working button-bug. Though she drowned in enthralling surrender, it wasn’t enough. Her pussy throbbed, begged for more with a relentless, aching fervor.

  “Please. Please,” she sobbed, stopping just short of begging him to shove inside her.

  “You’re welcome to another orgasm if you wish. Go ahead.”

  He shoved his fingers inside her. He had her back and front, pushing, reaming, forcing her to take two then three digits in each orifice. Kimi was on fire from his touch and that of the stimulator. She came again, but it wasn’t what she needed. It made the vicious craving worse than before.

  Kimi needed to fuck. She needed to be fucked. Never had she needed it so badly before this moment. Pride no longer mattered. How Laaruu had frightened her, had hurt her, mattered little either. All reason crumbled before that overriding blatant demand to spread her legs and let him drive into her.

  She slammed one fist against the wall. “Fuck me, damn you. I don’t know how you’re doing this to me, but you win. Fuck me.”

  He laughed. The devil himself accepting a holy man’s soul couldn’t have sounded more decadent than a triumphant Laaruu. “A freely offered invitation to enjoy your sumptuous body? I’m not certain it’s sincere, however. Perhaps you should convince me.”