Varrain was an enforcement agent of the Stellar Compact’s government, and he often had to transport the criminals he captured to the nearest Compact law center for processing and trial. The ship’s brig, accordingly, held several cells, each equipped with morphbeds that could change shape and size to accommodate any alien Jarred took prisoner.
But he veered away from the cells, too, instead heading for the big central holding tank he used for interrogations.
I definitely don’t like the way this is going, Celeste thought.
She liked it even less when she saw what stood in the middle of the enormous transparent tube. At first she thought the huge, tongue-shaped mass was an animal because of the way it stirred when they stepped into the tank with it. Then she realized it was something much worse. The fear that had dissipated when he’d told her he wasn’t going to space her came flooding back.
“Jarred, what are you doing?” Celeste demanded as he put her down and spun her so her back was to him. She was facing the thing now, and as she watched it stretch and flex its jet-black length, her heart began pounding in panicked lunges.
It was a Rekan torment rack, built of an alien material that was almost alive. Jarred had been locked in one in Varrain’s War, and it had damn near flayed the skin off him.
“Relax,” he said as she cringed against him, barely aware he was uncoiling the restraint cable from her bound wrists. “That’s not what it looks like. Oh, it’s the same basic design, but it’s actually the Kyristari version.” He tossed the cable aside, snatched her up, turned her around, and fed her to the thing.
That was what it felt like anyway. The rack extended black pseudopods to seize each of her dangling ankles in a surprisingly gentle grip, then reached up to cup the rest of her body.
“No! I don’t know what you’ve got in mind, but forget it!” Instinctively, she swung a wild right cross at him. A pseudopod wrapped around her wrist in mid-punch, stopping her cold. Then it settled back, stretching out under her, carrying her along for the ride as it arranged her body at an incline, wrists crossed behind her head, legs spread.
“A little more,” Jarred told it, and the rack obediently pulled her legs farther apart—giving him complete access to her sex. Celeste licked her lips.
She’d expected the alien device to feel cold and hard. Instead it was warm to the touch, like something alive, and it seemed to cuddle her body. Its matte black surface yielded under her weight, soft and silken against her skin. Wide-eyed, she starred up at Jarred. “Okay, this is really kinky.”
He laughed. “Darling, we haven’t even started yet.” Taking a step back, he propped his fists on his hips and eyed her. The hot anticipation in his eyes made her stop worrying about what the rack might do.
Jarred was a much bigger threat.
The device picked that moment to tighten on the cheeks of her rump, kneading them through the fabric of her teddy. She yelped at its possessive grip.
Jarred grinned at her. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this moment.” Reaching for the seal of his collar, he thumbed it open, then shrugged off the armored jacket. He wore nothing under it. Tanned skin gleamed like tight satin over the powerful pecs and abdominal muscles of his chest. When he tossed the jacket across the table that stood on one side of the cell, his biceps looked the size of her head. “It’s been a very long decade, and I spent most of it dreaming about this moment.”
Celeste was damned if she’d let him know how thoroughly he’d unnerved her. She managed a flippant smile. “Should I be flattered?”
The grin vanished from his handsome mouth. “Actually, I think terror would be more appropriate.” Eyes narrowing, he moved closer like a tiger stalking a staked goat. Watching the muscles ripple in his arm as he leaned down to brace a hand against the rack’s headrest, Celeste swallowed.
When his handsome face was inches from hers, he purred, “I’m going to enjoy this even more than the time De’Lar and I gave Ayla her . . . punishment for trying to kill me. She looked so deliciously helpless, all tied up in that neat little bundle, ready to be fucked.”
She swallowed, reminded of the scene from that never-published story. The two big men had sandwiched the little spy between them, De’Lar using her cunt while Varrain screwed her helpless ass. Together they’d brought Ayla to a mind-blowing climax.
As her nipples drew into tight points of shamed excitement, Celeste focused her eyes on Jarred’s sensuous mouth. She tried to think of some clever retort, but her arousal-addled brain just wasn’t up to it.
“Her anus was so tiny. And my cock”—his white teeth flashed in a wicked grin—“isn’t. I had to work it in a little at a time. Short thrusts, just millimeters.” One big masculine hand came up, and his thumb brushed the tip of Celeste’s aching breast. At the same instant, the rack reminded her of its presence, gripping her backside and spreading her cheeks suggestively wide. Something that felt like fingers pressed into the crease of her butt through the silk of her teddy, then retreated. Celeste gasped and squirmed.
Jarred’s smile flashed knowingly as he continued in that dark, velvet rumble, “Finally I was all the way in. My sensors told me being impaled on my cock was painful for her, but I also knew she was so hot, she burned. Besides, after everything she’d done to me, I really didn’t mind making her suffer.”
“You always were a little sadistic,” Celeste managed.
“When the situation calls for it.” Long fingers took possession of one of her desperately erect nipples. Stroked. Twisted. Tugged. All with such exquisite tenderness, pleasure streamed directly from the tormented peaks right to her creaming sex. His grin was definitely sinister now. “Finally De’Lar and I started fucking her. Slowly. And it didn’t take her long to start loving every thrust.”
Celeste licked her lips. “Yeah, well—” She stopped to clear her throat as arousal made her voice rasp. “Personally I’m not into pain.”
Jarred leaned closer until his lips almost brushed hers. “Oh, yes, you are,” he said in a low, taunting murmur. “Just not your own.”
She stiffened, stung. “I didn’t know what I wrote about was real!”
“But it was,” he breathed against her lips. “Now, me, I’m almost as good at inflicting suffering as you are. But I don’t mind admitting I enjoy it.” His caressing hand suddenly dropped to cup her sex through the thin fabric of her teddy. “At least, when my target is . . . deserving.” One long forefinger slipped under the damp silk and slid into her core. The sensation was so intense she couldn’t hold back a gasp. Jarred chuckled wickedly. “And willing.”
She gritted her teeth in outrage—though he was right, damn him. “Don’t flatter yourself.”
A second finger joined the one in her sex and screwed deep. Despite her determination to fight him, her eyes slipped closed.
Jarred suddenly wrapped a big hand in the bodice of her teddy and jerked. Silk ripped. Eyes snapping wide, Celeste looked down to see her own pale, bare breasts bobbing with the violence of his pull. Her nipples were hard and pink as pencil erasers against the red backdrop of the shreds of her teddy.
“Now,” he purred, his eyes dark and hot as he stared hungrily down at her, “it’s time you found out just how sadistic I can be.”
Celeste’s breasts were full, creamy mounds topped by tight pink tips that reminded Jarred of some exotic dessert. He’d seen them bare only once before, when she’d called Corinne up on the phone to plot while reclining in a bubble bath. The frustration of looking at all that gorgeous nudity and not being able to touch had nearly driven him out of his mind.
Now, after ten years of watching her prance around in bits of silk and lace, he finally had his hands on her. And damned if she wasn’t even more lusciously tempting than he’d dreamed.
She lay helpless in the cradle of the pleasure rack, her green eyes dazed, her full mouth wet and swollen from his last famished kiss. Blond hair gleamed like strands of gold against the soft black surface of the rack, while her skin shone
white through the rips in the red silk that clung stubbornly to her body. Looking at her, he felt his already hard cock lengthen even more.
Grabbing a fistful of what was left of the teddy, Jarred shredded it ruthlessly with a single hard tug. At last, he had her naked.
“Jarred!”
He ignored her protesting yelp and stared hungrily. Her long, finely muscled thighs were spread wide, revealing soft pink lips gilded with gold curls. The arch of her spine in the rack thrust those luscious breasts upward. He thought of everything he’d ever fantasized about doing to them. His dick jerked in lust.
“Oh, great,” Celeste said, though the tough words were spoiled by the quaver in her voice. “Now what am I supposed to wear?”
“Nothing,” he growled, his own voice rasping with arousal. “I’m going to keep you just like this. Ready for my pleasure whenever I want it.”
It was a good thing his computer implants gave him such iron control over his body, or he’d never be able to last. Hell, he felt as though he could come just looking at her. And wouldn’t that be humiliating? He’d hate to let the little bitch realize how much power she had over him, even bound and naked in the grip of that rack.
Especially bound and naked in the grip of that rack.
God, he had to get out of the rest of his armor. The seam was digging painfully into the shaft of his aching erection.
Jarred released her, though his hands hated to leave all that tempting silken flesh. Stepping back, he reached for the seal of his trousers. Celeste’s eyes widened and flew to watch his fingers. He grinned and slowed his impatient hands.
If she wanted a show, he’d give her one.
Celeste watched with helpless hunger as the gleaming pseudo-leather parted, releasing Jarred’s thick shaft to spill free. She stared at it in hypnotized fascination. His erection looked almost as thick as her wrist, with a beautiful, velvet-rose head and a long, veined shaft that jutted over a pair of furry balls. “My, Grandma, what a big cock you have.” She winced, instantly longing to call the words back. She’d intended them as mocking, but they’d emerged as flirtatious.
“All the better to fuck you with, my dear,” he said, grinning wickedly. Leaving his pants on so that only his cock was bared, he stepped up to her again.
And with a big bad wolf like you, Celeste thought, this Red Riding Hood doesn’t mind getting eaten. Which was a good thing, since she was completely at his mercy. And God help her, there was something darkly titillating about that thought.
All God-sculpted muscle and long, granite cock, Jarred leaned over her, his feral stare reminding her of that fairy-tale wolf about to sit down to Red Riding Hood tartare. Celeste actually felt cream flood her cunt.
“For ten years,” he murmured, “I thought about what I would do to you if you ever fell into my hands. I imagined making you beg. I imagined making you pay.” His mouth drew into a hard, hungry grin. “And I promise you, you will. But first you’re going to come until you scream. I want you to know how very good I can make it—when I choose to.” The smile became a sneer. “So you can remember what it was like when I decide it’s time for you to suffer.”
TWO
Jarred lowered his head slowly to take one of her eager nipples into his mouth. Celeste caught her breath as he began to suck. Even as the luscious sensations sent more arousal flooding between her thighs, strong fingers slid deep. She whimpered, unable to suppress the sound.
“Oh, yeah,” he growled against her breast, turning that dark lupine stare up to her eyes. “I’m going to love this. Cream and heat and tight, tight pussy. All mine. I’m going to make you beg, Celeste.”
She was close to begging right now, but she was damned if she’d let him know it. “I never realized you had this much ego,” she managed, though it was all she could do to make her dry lips form words.
“Not ego,” he corrected, pulling back to brace a hand on the headrest and stare into her eyes. “Justifiable confidence. After all, which one of us is all tied up—and which of us is a superhuman cyborg with a very hard, very big dick?”
Her heart, already pounding, picked up speed. His grin flashed again as he looked down into her eyes. “Don’t worry, though. I’ll work it in a little at a time. Give that tight little pussy a chance to . . . stretch.”
Celeste stared up at him, wide-eyed, her lips moist and parted in a stunned O of nervousness. But the hint of fear Jarred could see in her green gaze was mixed with a generous portion of sensuality, and he knew her sense of being at his mercy only made her hotter.
He much preferred that expression to the mask of stark, cold terror she’d worn earlier, when she’d feared he was going to space her. Once, right after Garr’s death, he’d dreamed of seeing that look on her face. Yet despite all those fantasies of revenge, he knew he’d never be able to hurt her. After all, she was right; she’d had no way of knowing the adventures she imagined were actually happening.
Though it did cross his mind to wonder whether she could still bend his universe to her will, now that she was in it with him. He’d gambled she would be powerless here, but it would be the height of irony if she instead incinerated him with an instinctive burst of psychic energy. Fortunately, she hadn’t thrown any lightning bolts yet, so it seemed he was safe. He could indulge his hunger at will.
But first he wanted to make sure she shared it. He wanted her to taste the frustrated lust he’d known all these years. He wanted her to know what it felt like to look without being able to touch.
Straightening, Jarred reached down to take hold of his thick cock. Celeste’s eyes locked on his hand as he slowly stroked himself. Her throat worked as she swallowed.
“That’s right,” he purred. “Watch me. Watch me the way I watched you while you wrote that story about me and De’Lar and Ayla. The way I kept right on watching you when you had to break off halfway through.” Her eyes shot wide, color flooding her high cheekbones as she realized what he was about to say. He grinned slowly, letting her see his lecherous enjoyment of the memory. “And yes, I did see you lie down on that big bed of yours and slide your hand into your panties.”
“Did it ever occur to you to give me a little privacy?” she said, stiffening with outrage.
“Why? You never gave me any. Besides, no man worth his cock could walk away from the sight of your long fingers busy between those pretty thighs.”
She curled her lip and sneered at him. “Peeping tom.”
Jarred barked out a laugh. “That’s rich, coming from the woman who got off imagining me and De’Lar forcing Ayla.”
Her blush darkened. “It wasn’t force. She was as hot as you were. You’d never rape anybody.”
She was right, but he had no intention of admitting it. “I wouldn’t be too sure about that. We certainly didn’t give her much choice—and I’m about to give you even less.” He rocked back on his heels and watched her eyes drop helplessly to his massive hard-on. “But this time I want you to know I’m watching. Rack, play with those little pink nipples.”
Celeste jerked in startled shock as the rack’s surface extruded what looked like two long, flexible tubes that curled around her sides. The ends of both cylinders closed over the aching tips of her breasts.
And began to suck.
To her astonishment, it felt as if she’d been seized by a pair of wickedly skilled male mouths. Soft velvet lips suckled as two wet tongues flicked at her flesh while something she could have sworn were teeth scraped and nibbled. Her gaze flew to Jarred, who watched with taunting heat. She realized he was controlling the rack with his computer implant. “You brought me all the way here just to fuck me by remote control?” she demanded, trying not to squirm at the pleasure those lecherous tubes inflicted.
He laughed, a rumble of amusement. “Be patient, darling—this is only foreplay. We’ll get to the main event soon enough.” His dark eyes flicked to her widespread thighs. As if obeying a silent command, something immediately spread her lips. For an instant, Celeste felt cool air on wet
flesh before a faux tongue gave her sex one long, hot lick. She gasped. He chuckled wickedly. “I just want to make sure you’re . . . ready.”
All around her, she glimpsed movement as the rack suddenly sprouted a dozen more seductive tubes, which immediately snaked their way over and around her body.
Then it started.
She felt as though she was at the mercy of a squadron of lusty, deliciously skilled ghosts. The rack moved under her like some huge animal, sprouting mouths and fingers that sucked, nibbled, squeezed, and caressed. All the while, Jarred stood between her thighs, lazily stroking his cock as it protruded from the open V of his fly.
“This has got to be illegal somewhere,” Celeste gasped, squirming helplessly at the darkly erotic stimulation. It was wildly arousing and more than a little humiliating, all at the same time.
“Oh, I’d get locked up on half a dozen worlds at least,” Jarred told her casually, his eyes hot as they flicked from her tormented breasts to her wet, spread cunt. “My superiors wouldn’t be very happy, either, but frankly . . .”
“. . .You don’t give a damn.”
“Exactly.” He looked up from her sex as the rack tasted it with multiple tongues, simultaneously flicking her clit and wet, sensitive lips. “Ready for some penetration, darling?”
Celeste shot a glance at his massive cock, imagining how it would feel driving into her. Swallowing, she nodded.
He smiled. “Rack . . .”
“Damn you, Varrain! That’s not what I have in . . .”
Something long and thin slid into her cunt and began to thrust. It wasn’t enough. “Jarred . . .” she moaned, as her body clamored for something much, much thicker—like her captor’s massively beautiful cock. But he only watched with possessive eyes as the rack played with her until she could feel an orgasm throbbing just out of her reach.
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