Trained for Their Use

by Ivy Barrett

  “May I have another glass of wine? I’m feeling sort of queasy.” It was true, but it was also an evasion. She wasn’t sure how much they needed to know about her life on Earth. She wasn’t sure a month would be long enough to ensure her safety, but there was no way she was putting up with this for two years.

  “Have a seat,” Loax instructed. “I’ll get the wine.”

  She glanced at the chair where he’d spanked her then moved to the sofa instead. Lowering herself very slowly, she still hissed when her weight renewed the throbbing in her derriere.

  “I have an ointment that will ease the sting,” Rentar told her as he sat down at her side. “I’ll fetch it after you’ve explained.” It was a not-very-subtle reminder that she hadn’t answered his question.

  Loax handed her a fresh glass of wine, then returned to the armchair. “Rentar is right. You’re not what either of us expected. Why are you here?”

  A selection of smartass remarks popped into her mind, but she’d already seen where that road led. Their curiosity was understandable. Maybe they’d be more compassionate if they understood that she’d had no other option. “As I mentioned before, my father was in law enforcement for many years. He was a good cop, well respected. Then my mother died.” She lapsed into silence, lost in memories. She’d only been eleven when her mother had lost her battle with cancer, but Amanda cherished the memories they were able to make.

  “The loss changed your father?” A certain catch in Rentar’s voice made Amanda look at him. His gaze, however, was fixed on Loax and his expression was filled with pity. How strange.

  “What happened,” Loax prompted, clearly annoyed by his brother’s sympathy.

  “He started taking bribes and making deals with really dangerous people. It was as if he just stopped caring.” She felt disloyal airing her father’s dirty laundry in public. But the rest wouldn’t make sense unless they understood the context. “It cost him his badge, which only made him more self-destructive. He became reckless and—”

  “Were you an adult when his behavior changed?” Loax wanted to know. “With your mother gone, he was solely responsible for your safety and wellbeing.”

  “That’s not true, or not entirely true. My grandmother was still alive until I was fifteen, so I wasn’t completely abandoned. Besides, things didn’t get really bad for another few years. I was seventeen when he checked out completely, old enough to take care of myself. I could drive and I could—”

  Loax shook his head and anger gleamed in his eyes. “Seventeen is not old enough to be on your own. Your needs should have been met. You should have been protected.”

  She stared back at him, confused by the vehemence in his reaction. He wasn’t angry with her. He was angry for her. She didn’t want to like him after the way he’d treated her, but his reaction brought emotions surging to the surface. Despite her denials, she’d always felt robbed of her childhood. Between her father’s selfish neglect and her grandmother’s fanaticism, her formative years had been anything but carefree. They each affected her in ways she didn’t like to admit, but couldn’t seem to escape completely. Still, she refused to make herself vulnerable by admitting her innermost feelings to anyone. Tears flooded her eyes and she frantically blinked them back.

  “Go on,” he urged. “I didn’t mean to upset you.”

  He’d misunderstood her expression. She wasn’t upset. She was grateful for the unexpected compassion. Instead of embarrassing herself with the admission, she moved on. “A Mexican drug lord named Asesino de Tormenta got ahold of Dad and dug his claws in deep. Dad not only let himself be used, he encouraged the abuse. Tormenta made his life a living hell, but Dad has no one to blame but himself.” She sighed. The closer she drew to current events, the more painful the story became. “By the time Dad realized he was not only endangering himself with his recklessness, he was endangering me, it was too late. He tried to buy his way out, but Tormenta wasn’t interested in his money. Dad’s connections and knowledge were more valuable than a onetime payoff.”

  “Your father is a coward. Does this Storm Killer still live?”

  More compassion from Loax? Did he use cold indifference to mask his pain? Was this the real Loax, or was the coldhearted brute who’d held her down and spanked her a truer reflection of his nature? It was very confusing. “When all else failed, Dad ran back home. He threw himself on the mercy of the police and begged for protection in exchange for information on the cartel.”

  “Protection for himself or protection for you?” The red lines in Loax’s gaze began to glow and he was clearly clenching his jaw.

  “For both of us,” she stressed. “Tormenta’s men had been following me for weeks. It was just a matter of time before they made their move, so the police took us both to a safe house.”

  “Only the safe house wasn’t very safe?” Rentar guessed. “How long did it take the Mexicans to find you?”

  “Four days, the first time.”

  Loax gaped. “The first time? These ‘cops’ were incompetent.”

  His obvious anger pleased her more than it should have. It was a novel experience to have someone be protective of her. “It took them longer to find the second safe house, but they came much closer to killing us. The cops who were guarding us fought off the Mexicans so we could escape. Still, Dad was convinced someone on the force tipped off Tormenta. And I think I agree. They aren’t incompetent. They’re corrupt. Anyway, we couldn’t trust the police, so we had to protect ourselves. Dad disappeared, and he told me to do the same.”

  Loax shook his head, obviously disapproving of the action. “He left you alone and unprotected. He does not deserve to live.”

  “In his own way, he was trying to protect me. He was afraid that he’d give up my location if Tormenta’s men caught up with him. If he didn’t know where I was, he couldn’t inadvertently betray me.”

  “He has no honor. You should not make excuses for him.”

  “You needed to disappear,” Rentar digressed, likely trying to deescalate the building tension. “Which led you to us.”

  “It’s actually very clever,” Loax said. “Even if this drug lord figures out where you’ve gone, he has no way to pursue you.”

  “Not unless he hires a Ventori assassin,” she muttered, then gulped. “How well do you know your crew?”

  They exchanged startled looks, then Rentar insisted, “You have nothing to fear from our crew.”

  Loax stood and stalked toward her. “Our crew is loyal, but even if they weren’t, it would make no difference. Until the danger has been eradicated, either Rentar or I will be at your side.”

  “Absolutely.” Rentar nodded, his expression almost as fierce as Loax’s.

  “Eradicated?” Her heart was pounding again but her emotions were so convoluted she couldn’t identify them. “You can’t create an international incident because of my idiot father.”

  Gaze boring into hers, Loax wrapped his hands around her upper arms and pulled her to her feet. “We care nothing about your father. You belong to us. And we protect what’s ours.”

  Rentar stood too, but remained a short distance away.

  She only belonged to them until she enacted the thirty-day clause, but pointing that out seemed foolish. Possessive hunger burned in Loax’s expression, making the red lines in his eyes even brighter than before.

  “Am I allowed to know anything about you two?” She was curious about her employers, but mostly the question was meant to slow him down. She was still struggling to accept that this was real, that she was about to be fucked by two alien warriors.

  “You’ll soon know how my cock feels deep inside you and the taste of my cum. At the moment, nothing else matters.”

  He silenced her reply with his mouth. His fingers tangled in her hair, pulling her head back as his lips sealed over hers. The kiss was harsh and demanding, just what she expected from Loax. But his hold on her hair was careful, restraining without hurting.

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p; Her first reaction was to struggle, to resist his bold advance. She was here because her life was in danger, not because she wanted what they obviously intended to give her. But that was such a lie, her conscience objected. This was exactly what she’d always wanted, what she ached for and dreamed about.

  He quickly unbuttoned her dress with his other hand, then cupped her breast as his tongue explored her mouth. His fingers were strong and warm as they moved over her body. He gave her no option but surrender, which freed her from any doubt.

  Rentar lifted the back of her dress and pressed his body against her bare bottom. The sting was starting to fade, but her skin was unusually sensitive. She moaned into Loax’s mouth, feeling restless and needy.

  Working together, they stripped the dress from her otherwise naked body. Loax continued kissing her while his free hand caressed her breasts. He pinched her nipples, rolling and pulling on the responsive flesh until the tips hardened. Soon her breasts felt heavy and her nipples tingled, ready for his mouth.

  Rentar touched her everywhere. His hands wandered up her arms, across her breasts, and over her abdomen, then up her sides and down her back, lightly stroking her tender bottom. Then he knelt behind her and pressed his face against the backs of her thighs.

  “She smells so good.” His breath teased her folds and made her squirm. “I have to taste her.”

  Without explanation, Loax took her wrist and led her into the bedroom he’d identified as his. Rentar scrambled to his feet and hurried after them.

  “Get on the bed,” Loax suggested as he pulled her into his arms. “She can ride your tongue while she sucks my cock.”

  A vivid image of what he proposed formed inside her mind and lust cascaded through her body. She shivered and groaned, helpless against the forbidden nature of having two demanding lovers. They didn’t ask her what she wanted or if what they wanted would be all right with her. She was here for their pleasure and had no control over how they achieved it. The realization sent another shudder racing through her body.

  “You naughty little minx.” Loax raised her chin and looked into her eyes. “Did you just come without permission?”

  “No.” She shook her head and released a nervous laugh. “It was damn close, but I didn’t come.”

  Both men tugged off their boots, and Loax took off his shirt, but left his pants in place. Rentar quickly shed his uniform and tight undergarments. She stared at him, captivated by the raw power so obvious in his muscular body. She’d seen pictures of naked Ventori males. They were plastered all over the internet. But looking at images hadn’t prepared her for being this close to a live, aroused defender.

  Rentar’s skin wasn’t actually white, just so pale a shade of gray that it appeared white in certain lights. Tattoo-like markings called orvatta climbed up his sides and entwined across his broad back. The internet had also taught her that the orvatta occurred naturally and became more intricate as a Ventori matured. A few of the marks decorated his chest and one spiraled down his upper arm, but the majority had developed on his back.

  He stroked his shaft as she looked at him, drawing her attention to his sex. He was long and thick, the shaft pale, while the tip was jet black like his lips. His balls were hairless and slightly larger than a human male’s. In fact, his entire package seemed larger than usual. Was this common among the Ventori? As per usual, she was too embarrassed to ask.

  “Or better yet,” Loax was saying, “she can suck your cock while she rides your face, and I’ll fuck her from behind.”

  “And have your balls slap me in the face? I don’t think so.”

  The blunt exchange sent heat crawling up her neck and across her cheeks. She wished they’d stop talking about her as if she weren’t there. Didn’t she get any input into any of this? She knew the answer. She was theirs to do with as they pleased. The only choice she had was whether or not to obey their directives. And disobedience, of course, brought punishment.

  “Fine,” Loax growled. “We’ll both taste her, then I’ll fuck her pussy and you can have her mouth.”

  “Agreed.”

  Rentar swept her up in his arms and gently sat her on the edge of his brother’s bed. Already her head was spinning and they’d barely begun. Even her naughtiest fantasies hadn’t compared with this. He knelt on the floor and draped her legs over his shoulders. She lay back, breathing heavily. She usually loved oral, but this was overwhelming. She was on a spaceship orbiting Earth and neither of her lovers was human.

  His tongue traced her slit and rational thoughts scattered. He barely grazed her clit before sliding back down to her opening. Then he parted her outer folds and focused on her core, pushing his tongue deep into her passage as if he wanted to taste her soul.

  The bed dipped as Loax joined her on the mattress. He gathered her wrists and drew her arms up over her head. “Look at me.”

  She turned her head and gasped. He’d shed his pants and his cock jutted toward her, velvety black tip beaded with pre-cum. She licked her lips, wanting him in her mouth with irrational hunger. She’d always given head because her lovers enjoyed it, not because she found it particularly arousing. So why did she ache with the need to feel that thick white shaft sliding against her tongue?

  He chuckled and pressed his free hand against the side of her face. “Look into my eyes and don’t look away. I want to watch as pleasure claims you.”

  Rentar was using his fingers now, sliding in and out of her passage while he licked her clit. She fought the urge to rock her hips and grind her pussy against his mouth. She’d never felt this wild before, never wanted all the wicked things Loax had promised they’d give her.

  “Come, hellcat,” Loax ordered. “I want to watch you come.”

  Catching her clit between his lips, Rentar sucked her so hard it hurt. But, triggered by such intense sensations, her orgasm detonated like a bomb. She cried out, squeezed her eyes shut and arched violently as hard, rippling spasms pulsed through her core.

  Rentar licked and sucked on her pussy lips as she drifted back down. His persistent mouth launched tingling aftershocks up her spine and down her legs. She felt dazed and dreamy, barely able to reopen her eyes. Still, she was eager for more.

  “My turn.” Loax moved off the bed, his strong body graceful despite his size. His skin was a shade or two paler than Rentar’s but Loax’s markings, his orvatta, were even more vivid. The black curves and swirls stood out sharply against his light skin, drawing her attention to his shoulders and arms where the intertwining marks had nearly taken over his skin. Loax helped his brother to his feet. “Help me turn her over. I want that soft white ass in the air.”

  “As always.” Rentar grinned as he moved to her side.

  They flipped her onto her belly, then Loax pulled up on her hips. “Fold your legs under you, but keep your shoulders down.”

  She did as he directed, no longer encumbered by her immodesty. They’d seen her entire body and both had put his fingers inside her. Embarrassment at this point was hypocritical. She settled on her knees, then moved her legs apart, offering him better access to her pussy.

  Loax knelt on the floor and pressed his face against her ass as his hands lightly caressed her pinked cheeks. “You’re still hot from my hand, and you smell amazing.”

  “She tastes even better,” Rentar told him in a stage whisper.

  As with everything, Loax’s approach to oral sex was fierce and demanding. He held the front of her thighs as he fucked her with his tongue. Her breath caught, then escaped in a long sigh. She canted her hips, wanting him deeper, needing the stretch and slide of his cock instead of the teasing penetration of his tongue.

  “Ventori Defenders love to eat pussy,” Rentar told her, “especially human pussy.”

  She turned her head and looked at him. She’d almost forgotten he was there. He stood beside the bed stroking his cock as he watched his brother fuck her with his tongue.

  “There’s something in your wetness that m
akes us crazy. The more we ingest, the harder we come. You better get used to this.”

  As if to prove Rentar’s claim, Loax started sucking on her folds and lapping at her fluids like a cat with cream. “Oh, gods,” he moaned, then licked her some more.

  “He’s not going to last,” Rentar predicted. “We better get started.” He fisted the back of her hair and slowly drew her head up.

  It didn’t hurt as long as she moved with him, but there was no slack in his hold. She shifted her weight to her forearms and turned her head completely to the side. He guided his cock toward her, but didn’t push inside. Instead, he traced her mouth with the tip of his cock, spreading his pre-cum over her lips.

  “Taste me.” Rentar pulled back just far enough so she could obey. “Some humans say our juices have the same effect on them.”

  Amanda licked her lips, curious and aroused. Loax was flicking her clit with the tip of his tongue while he stroked over and around her puckered hole. The strangest tingles erupted in the wake of his light touch. She didn’t understand his obsession with her ass, but in this context she found it hot rather than revolting. Rentar’s taste spread across her tongue and strange feelings erupted all over her body. Her nipples tingled, her core clenched and her clit twitched against Loax’s tongue. She groaned softly, closing her eyes as the pleasure swept through her.

  Rentar chuckled, pleased by her reaction. “Apparently, you’re one of them. Want more?” He pushed his cock into her waiting mouth, not stopping until he bumped the back of her throat.

  Her eyes flew open as he adjusted her head to just the right angle. She could barely breathe with her mouth so full of cock, but that excited her too.

  “I’m going to die if I don’t fuck you, but you taste so damn good I don’t want to stop.”

  Rentar laughed. “It’s a wonderful problem to have.”

  Loax crawled onto the bed and shifted her hips until she faced Rentar. Now she could suck him without twisting her neck. Loax positioned himself against her pussy then lightly slapped her ass. “You don’t have permission to come until we do. Is that understood?”