by Ivy Barrett
She opened herself wider, offering him her pussy and even a peek at her virgin hole. Tracing the crack between her bright rosy cheeks with his index finger, he skimmed over the puckered little opening. She tensed and he smiled, feeling unusually cruel. “Soon I’ll be balls deep in this untouched passage and you’ll come harder than you’ve ever come before.”
A moan escaped her and then a shiver. “If you say so, Sir.”
Moving on, he lightly brushed his fingertips against her folds. As he expected, she was already soaked almost to the point of dripping. He couldn’t really see her passage from this angle, so he carefully pushed his middle finger into her core. She hissed, then tensed across his legs. Clearly she still needed the ointment.
“Loax is large, even for a Ventori. You will submit to the treatment I’ve deemed necessary.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“And you will wear a rectal trainer until we leave for Shadow Mountain. I intend to fuck your sweet ass tonight, so we need to get serious about preparing you.”
“Yes, Sir.” Her response sounded much less enthusiastic that time.
Squeamishness was natural for a virgin. She’d change her mind once she experienced the pleasure for herself. “Up you go.” He helped her off his legs as he stood. “Go to Loax’s bedroom and bend over the bed. We’ll take care of both tasks at the same time.”
She didn’t argue, but moved with obvious reluctance.
He followed her into the empty bedroom, the intense scent of her arousal making him dizzy. “I changed my mind. Lose the shirt, then sit on the bed.”
* * *
Amanda tensed, inadvertently tightening her ass cheeks. The throbbing caused by Rentar’s punishing hand intensified, as did the heat. She’d been aboard their ship for less than twenty-four hours and already she found herself bending to their will, anticipating their demands rather than dreading them. It was frustrating, and terrifying. Why couldn’t she keep her mouth shut and simply obey?
Her pussy ached, providing the answer she wasn’t ready to face. She wanted to be spanked, needed their harsh words and the hurtful crack of their large hands against her naked bottom. It excited her, stirred something deep inside that no one had ever touched before. Maybe she was just as twisted as they were.
She pulled off the undershirt as she reached the bedroom. Nudity was quickly becoming the norm when she was with her two… Even in her mind she hesitated over the word masters. If she accepted them as her masters, then she recognized her role as their slave. Just the thought sent a shiver down her spine. What sort of person would willingly become subservient to another?
“What are you thinking?” Loax had a tendency to snap orders with military precision. Even when he was being assertive, Rentar was warmer, more persuasive than demanding.
She licked her lips and looked at him. “My body belongs to you and your brother for the next thirty days. That doesn’t give you dominion over my thoughts.”
A slow, sexy smile curved his black lips. “I was being polite. Reading your expressions and body language is a simple thing. You’re upset by how quickly you’re taking to the submissive role. Your confusion is natural. On Earth, females are taught to be independent and self-sufficient. Ventori find it more pleasurable to protect and provide for our females. All we ask in return is obedience.”
Her still stinging bottom motivated her to keep her opinions to herself. She’d do what he told her because disobedience would bring more pain. It was as simple as that. She refused to consider any other reason.
“On the bed.”
He’d told her to sit rather than bending over, so she perched on the edge with her thighs pressed together. You’re doing it again, her inner voice warned. Stop pissing him off.
His eyes narrowed, then his head tilted and speculation warmed his gaze. “Shall I restrain you? That’s what Loax would do. Is that why you keep provoking me?”
Was she trying to turn him into Loax? When Loax took control, it freed her from any responsibility. She submitted to whatever he chose because she had no alternative.
With Rentar it was more complicated. He negotiated and convinced her to willingly step outside her comfort zone. His approach was patient and gentle, yet she retained at least part of the responsibility for everything they did. Both approaches appealed to her. Being dominated was simply easier on her conscience.
“I’m sorry I provoked you, Sir.” She instinctively lowered her gaze and eased her legs apart just a little. “I don’t want you to be more like Loax.”
Rentar knelt in front of her, then guided her gaze back to his. “I can be harsh and demanding if that’s what you need, but I’d rather share these experiences with you. It’s more fun if we explore together.”
She nodded, not trusting herself with words.
He pushed her legs farther apart and moved between them. His red-and-black gaze swept down the length of her body, focusing for a moment on her exposed sex. Then he looked into her eyes again. “You are so beautiful. It’s hard to believe you’re really ours.”
She said nothing, tried not to think about anything at all.
He pressed both hands against her face and slowly lowered his mouth. Her heart beat faster as he drew near. She loved kissing, lost herself faster and more completely in kissing than any other form of intimacy.
His lips caressed hers for a moment before settling into place. He coaxed her mouth open and lightly traced her lips with the tip of his tongue. She didn’t want to respond, tried to remain passive and still. But he was patient and seductive, advancing with stealthy sensuality. His tongue stroked hers and she returned the caress. Despite her determination to ignore his advance, she was powerless to remain unaffected by his touch.
Slowly deepening the kiss, he wore down her defenses. Tension melted from her shoulders and her hands crept up his chest, resting on his broad shoulders as they kissed in earnest. He was fully dressed and she was naked. The dynamic made her feel even more vulnerable, yet she no longer feared her vulnerability. She was safe in his arms, protected and free, insulated from the dangers awaiting her on Earth.
His warm lips drifted from her mouth to her jaw, then lower, slowly descending along the side of her neck. He guided her hands from his shoulders to the bed behind her, arching her back and thrusting out her breasts.
“Oh, yes.” He covered one breast with his hand as he sucked the tip of the other deep into his mouth.
Pleasure zinged from her nipple to her clit and she shivered. She was still slightly tender from being clamped the night before and Rentar was sucking really hard. He switched breasts and she moaned, suddenly wishing he had two mouths. Or that Loax were here also. It would feel so good to have both breasts stimulated at the same time.
“Your body was made for pleasure.” He sprinkled kisses all over her upper body as his thumb lightly teased her nipples.
His hand swept downward, exploring her ribs and belly before moving on. He bent toward her pussy and inhaled her scent. “I think I’ll find out how much you enjoyed your spanking.”
He’d already fingered her, so she wasn’t surprised when he lowered his head and licked her crease. They’d warned her that Ventori Defenders loved to eat pussy and their actions had proved their claim. Loax couldn’t get enough of her taste and Rentar seemed to be the same. He traced her slit with his tongue, pushing deeper with each pass. Soon his lips pressed against her folds and his tongue thrust in and out of her core.
Lust washed over her and she trembled. She’d never experienced anything like the sensations these Ventori released inside her body. She leaned back on her forearms, giving him a better angle while still allowing her to watch what he was doing. His black lips and tongue contrasted so starkly with her flushed pink folds and pale thighs. The exotic nature of her lovers made everything seem more erotic.
“Come around my tongue.” He pushed into her core, waited, then pulled out. “I told you to come.” He pinched her clit, gradua
lly increasing the pressure until the intensity forced her to obey.
She cried out and squeezed her eyes shut. Her inner muscles rippled around his tongue as pleasure radiated through her lower body. Apparently, Loax wasn’t the only one who could make her act like a mindless slut. Shame rolled over her in the wake of her orgasm.
“Why do you cry each time we give you pleasure?”
She hadn’t even realized she was crying until she heard his question. He didn’t sound angry, just confused, so she opened her eyes and looked at him. He still knelt between her widespread thighs and his lips were shiny from her juices. She quickly averted her gaze. “Only a whore would enjoy what you do to me.”
“I enjoy it,” he pointed out. “Does that make me morally deficient?”
The question surprised her. Grandma Nellie had died long before aliens had disrupted life on Earth. Likely, she would have called both alien races demons from the pit of hell. She would have ranted about the end times and the coming Armageddon. Amanda could almost hear her impassioned voice raving in the back of her mind.
When she didn’t answer, he wrapped his hand around the back of her neck and pulled her face toward his. “There is no shame in what we do.” His lips brushed over hers, his tongue lightly teasing.
His breath smelled strongly of her arousal, a silent reminder of her brazen behavior. “These pleasures should only pass between husband and wife,” she whispered.
He rocked back onto his heels, his gaze searching hers. “Loax was not your first lover. Were you married to the males who came before?”
Stung by her own hypocrisy, she shook her head.
“As I understand it, human marriage is a contract. Most are sanctioned by the clergy, but some are issued by legal officials. Is this correct?”
Again she only nodded.
“Are these contracts always permanent or do some couples choose to go their separate ways after a time?”
She easily guessed where he was headed. “Our contract is not the same as a marriage.”
His silky black brows arched and he lightly caressed her thigh. “In what way do they differ? We have promised to devote ourselves to making you happy. We will protect and provide for you. And we will share pleasure with no one else as long as you are providing for our sexual needs. Is this not similar to human marriage vows?”
“But I will receive a large sum of money when this is over.” If she stayed the entire two years. If she enacted the thirty-day clause, she would receive nothing but a broken heart. “That makes this a business arrangement, not a marriage.”
“Then how do you explain alimony?”
His sly argument finally made her smile. “You spent part of last night researching, didn’t you?”
He dipped his head, unashamed of his strategy. “Once a couple is married, does that not free them from the shame of wanting each other?”
“But we aren’t married,” she persisted.
“I say we are. Now answer the question. Are there any pleasures forbidden lawfully joined couples?”
Her grandmother would say yes, but Amanda had never believed that. He was trying so hard to make her feel more comfortable. She decided to be honest with him. “I don’t see a reason a married couple can’t enjoy themselves in bed, regardless of the form that pleasure takes.” Before he could celebrate his triumph, she added, “But I can’t be married to more than one man. It’s against the law.”
“Not for the Ventori,” he said firmly. “The Skarilians saw to that.”
She sighed. Her grandmother’s doctrine didn’t account for interspecies unions, or decimated races desperately trying to survive. And Rentar had a valid point. Their contract wasn’t all that dissimilar to a prenuptial agreement. In some cultures still in existence on Earth, the bride and groom met for the first time on their wedding day.
Apparently content to let the subject drop, he stood and retrieved the tube of ointment from the nightstand. He returned to his position between her legs as he flipped open the cap and squeezed some of the clear gel across his fingertips. “This will ease the sting.” He carefully smeared the gel over her folds, then worked it up inside her.
He didn’t do more than apply the ointment and she felt oddly disappointed. It was irrational to want more of something that had left her in tears, yet she couldn’t get enough of her—husbands? Would this be easier if she thought of them in that light? Grandma Nellie taught her that wives were meant to submit to their husbands. The realization made her smile and sent heat cascading through her body. Had she finally found one of her grandmother’s principles she would be happy to obey?
Rentar walked to the other side of the bed and retrieved the mesh box Loax had showed her the night before. He opened the lid, which blocked her view of the contents, but she knew what he was after. Some sort of butt plug. They needed to continue her ‘training’ because he intended to take her like that as soon as they reached Shadow Mountain.
She tensed long before he moved back to her side of the bed. She’d gotten so turned on by this sort of thing with Loax that she’d begged him to fuck her ass. His promise to let Rentar take her first had kept him from giving her what she’d begged for. Would Rentar stop if the urgency hit her again?
“Do you want me on my hands and knees?” Why was she volunteering for such a humiliating position? Like sitting here with her legs spread was any better?
He shook his head. “I want to see your face. However, it might be easier if you lie back.”
With another tense nod, she did as he suggested. Her legs hung over the side of the bed, but he took each one and guided her heels to the edge of the mattress. Then he took one of the pillows and put it under her hips, angling her pelvis upward.
“This shouldn’t hurt. If it does, I’m not using enough lubricant.”
She stared at the ceiling, trying to ignore what was going on between her legs. She’d already been turned on when Loax did this last night. Right now she felt nothing but awkwardness and embarrassment, so she should be safe from her body’s traitorous reaction.
His fingers lightly touched her folds as if to announce his presence. She closed her eyes, fighting back the unwanted rush of heat. He circled her clit a couple of times, then moved on to his real destination.
Cool slickness spread across her senses as he smeared lube around and into her tight back passage. He did it again and again until his fingers glided over and into her body. One finger pushed deep into her ass, then he turned his wrist and added another. She groaned as the pressure combined with his sensual motion, rekindling her arousal.
“Open your eyes. Look at me.”
She didn’t want to face what she was doing, what she was allowing, but her lids fluttered open.
“Do my fingers feel good?” His red-and-black gaze dared her to lie.
“Yes.”
With skillful efficiency, he withdrew his fingers and filled her with the training device. It slid easily into her slick body and then he did something she couldn’t see and the pressure gradually intensified. It must be a cylinder similar to the one Loax had used last night. The Ventori version of a butt plug, she supposed. When the device reached the desired thickness, he carefully moved it in and out, preparing her for motion as well as stretch.
“I’m a bit bigger, but this will definitely help.” He watched her closely as he thrust the artificial cock in and out of her bottom. “Are you still afraid?”
“No, Sir.” She raised her arms over her head and arched her back. She felt restless, needy, and each stroke of the cylinder increased her hunger.
Suddenly he slowed, then stopped with the trainer still deep inside her. “You will wear this until we depart for Shadow Mountain. I know it’s uncomfortable, but it will allow me to take you without pain. You want that, don’t you?”
“Yes, but…” She could barely lie still. She needed to thrust her hips and arch her back.
“But what?”
“But
I really need to come.”
His gaze narrowed and she thought he’d refuse her. Then he moved his hand to her sex and covered her clit with his thumb. “If you want an orgasm, you’ll have to work for it. Pinch your nipples and rub against my thumb. I will not touch you in any other way.”
Aroused beyond shame, she rolled her hips, rubbing her clit against his thumb. He provided resistance, but refused to assist her in any other way. She cupped her breasts, squeezing for a moment, before focusing on her nipples.
He watched her, eyes gleaming as she struggled for release. The fullness in her bottom was distracting, and yet exciting. Rentar would soon fill her there, stretch her with his cock while Loax fucked her mouth. And eventually, they would take her together, one in her ass, the other her pussy.
Her mind provided vivid images of what that would be like. Her small body, pressed between their muscular forms, each buried deep inside her willing flesh. She cried out sharply, coming so hard her back passage nearly expelled the trainer.
“Very good.” Rentar leaned down and kissed her hairless mound. “If it weren’t for the ointment, I’d lick you again. Your scent is intoxicating.”
She just lay there for a moment, content and tingly. Yesterday, she’d feared that she wouldn’t make it thirty days with two demanding lovers. Today, she was starting to wonder how she would ever find the strength to walk away.
* * *
They arrived at Shadow Mountain Lodge so late that night that Rentar carried Amanda to bed and then left without touching her. The past two days had been traumatic, and physically demanding. She clearly needed to sleep.
It took ninety minutes for their shuttle to reach Steamboat Springs, Colorado. The resort town had been abandoned after widespread Skarilian raids forced humans to reassess their priorities. Ski vacations weren’t even a consideration when each day was a struggle to survive.
Shadow Mountain was the largest and most luxurious of the nine lodges now available to Ventori officers. Because of their seniority and exemplary records, Loax and Rentar had been given a large, two-bedroom suite on the third floor of the rustic lodge. Buffet-style meals were laid out in the dining room twice a day. And notable defenders frequently gathered around the massive fireplace in the common area to share news and relax.
