by Aubrey Ross
Megan just looked at him for a long, silent moment letting his physical appeal wash over her. A familiar ache erupted in her core. Would she always want him there?Always? The word caught her by surprise. She’d only actually had him inside her once and already she was thinking of always?
“What happened three years ago?”
The question snatched her from her musing with a sudden yank. One last obstacle and they would be free to shape the future to their liking.
She took a deep breath and pushed to her feet, needing a bit of distance as she explained, “Amoli decided it was time for me to marry.”
“Why would your marital status concern the empress?”
“She has grown so accustomed to mothering Sabina, she can’t help herself.”
“Are your parents still alive?” He remained on the couch and kept his tone casual. She appreciated the sensitivity.
“They spend much of their time in the Froswick Dimension, so Amoli has taken it upon herself to safeguard my future.”
He offered a tentative smile. “Is that a good thing?”
“Most of the time.” Leaning her hip against the corner of her desk, Megan continued, “Amoli introduced me to a man named Raylen. The empress felt we were well suited. At first I agreed. He was ambitious and well respected, and our personalities seemed to complement each other.”
“Did he know about your abilities? For that matter, does the empress?”
“Amoli knows and I told Raylen before we became intimate. He assured me it wasn’t a problem and for nearly a year it wasn’t.”
“What changed his attitude?”
“One of his colleagues learned that he was sleeping with a ‘gender-shifting freak’.” She glanced at Kenton to gauge his reaction. The anger in his gaze made her smile. “Shape shifters aren’t indigenous to the Tranocous system, so most people didn’t believe a word he said. Raylen combated the rumor with the story I’d been using for years.”
“That Megan and Mason are two separate people?”
“Exactly. That quieted the rumors for the most part, but Raylen soon moved on to a relationship with fewer complications.”
Kenton stood and moved in front of her, his arms crossed over his chest. “If it was an amicable separation, why did it take you three years to try again?”
“It got ugly toward the end,” she admitted.
“How ugly?”
“He told everyone he was in love with Megan, but Mason continually tried to seduce him. He made it clear to Mason that he was only interested in Megan and…”
He framed her face with his palms and moved in close. “And what?”
“He claimed Mason crawled into bed while we were making love and Megan insisted he fuck both of us or she would end the relationship.”
“Why didn’t you prove you’re a shape shifter and shut him up?”
“Usually it’s irrelevant, but Amoli assigns me tasks from time to time that require my abilities. If it became widely known that I’m a shape shifter, we would lose that option.”
“So he got away with it?”
“Yes and no. The empress scrutinized every move he made and had her officers harass him until he ‘chose’ to leave the star system.” She rubbed her cheek against his warm palm, enjoying the simple intimacy. “But it ended Mason’s social life, until I met you.”
“Raylen was an asshole.” He brushed his mouth against hers. “If he couldn’t see how extraordinary you are, he didn’t deserve you.”
She smiled, thrilled by his conclusion.
“Can I talk to Mason for a minute?”
Confused by the request, she hesitated. “Why?”
“Because your Master asked it of you.”
She shifted back into Mason and held his breath. What was this about?
“The first time I fucked you, your entire body got so hot I thought you’d singe my fingers. Is it hard for you to hold a shift when you come?”
Mason tried to hide his smile, but Kenton wouldn’t allow any retreat. “Yes.”
“You deserve to be punished, don’t you?”
“You said my debt was paid in full,” he objected.
“No, Megan paid her debt for what she did at Starlight Station. You still let me fuck you knowing full well I was in love with your sister.”
The casual admittance made Mason’s heart slam against the wall of his chest. He loves me. Or at least he loves Megan.
“Do you deserve to be punished?” Kenton asked again.
“Yes, Master. I deceived you. I await your discipline.”
“Take off your clothes.”
Mason licked his lips and reached for the hem of his tunic. Megan was so much more physically attractive. He couldn’t imagine why Kenton wanted to take him in this shape. He tossed his shirt aside and unfastened his pants. Kenton watched him through narrowed eyes. When he stood before Kenton naked they kissed. Their lips clung and their tongues slid as Kenton’s breath filled Mason’s lungs.
“I want you,” Kenton whispered. “And I love you both.” He guided Mason’s hands to the desk behind him and curved his fingers around the edge. “Don’t move.”
Kenton kissed his way down Mason’s neck and onto his shoulder. Heat trailed behind his lips and Mason’s heartbeat raced. Kenton stroked his chest and dipped low across his abdomen, nearing but not touching his rapidly hardening cock.
“Let me touch you too,” Mason whispered and Kenton grasped his chin illustrating his disapproval with a silent glower.
“This is punishment. You will not come and you will not speak unless I ask you a question.” Rubbing his shoulders and tracing his spine, Kenton worked his way down to Mason’s ass. “Why is your ass tender when I whipped Megan?” He teased the crease between his cheeks, keeping away from the irritated skin.
“It’s a limitation of my mixed blood. A true Froswick mimic can shift completely.”
Kenton knelt and Mason’s heart fluttered erratically. One of Kenton’s hands closed around his shaft and the other cupped his sac. Mason’s abdomen quivered and he closed his eyes.
“Watch me.” Mason forced his eyes to open and Kenton licked his lips, then circled the tip of his cock with his tongue. “Don’t forget. You are not allowed to come.”
He nodded. Kenton wet Mason’s shaft with swirling strokes of his tongue, then slid up and down while he carefully rolled his balls. Mason grasped the edge of the desk, his legs tense and trembling. Hot, wet, bliss. Never had anything felt so good. Kenton hummed as his rhythm sped. Mason rocked his hips and reveled in the selfless gift of his Master.
Kenton’s head bobbed, his lips maintaining a snug circle as his hand sneaked farther back between Mason’s legs. Knowing what Kenton meant to do, Mason shifted his feet apart and made room for Kenton’s fingers. Kenton traced his crease, teasing his anus without pushing inside. All the while his mouth continued its rhythmic slide.
Pleasure gathered in Mason’s belly, tightening his balls and making his cock throb. He should be doing this for his Master, not the other way around. Kenton sucked harder and Mason thrust faster, unable to resist his need. Kenton pushed his finger into Mason’s ass as he pulled his mouth away.
Mason cried out, frantic for the heat and the sweet friction.
“Fight it!” Kenton finger fucked his ass, the lack of lubrication causing unbearable heat. Mason clenched his jaw and let his head fall back on his shoulders as desire made his insides cramp. Suddenly the finger stopped and slid from his body. “I told you not to close your eyes.”
He started to apologize, then remembered he’d been told not to speak. Instead, he slipped to his knees and locked his hands behind his head, keeping his eyes downcast.
“Much better.” Still, Kenton picked up Mason’s clothes and handed them to him. “Get dressed. We’ll continue this at home.”
Chapter Nine
Kenton relaxed against the shuttle’s wide seat and brushed the hair back from Mason’s face. He knelt between Kenton’s legs, flushed and br
eathless. Though still fully clothed, Kenton had insisted Mason pull up his tunic and unfasten his pants, so his cock was in view.
“Let’s test my endurance, shall we? How long does it take to reach your estate?”
Mason’s eyes widened and he licked his lips. “Nearly an hour, sir.”
“You may use your hands and your mouth anyway you like. If you’re able to make me lose control, I’ll consider your punishment finished.” Disappointment flashed in Mason’s gaze and Kenton chuckled. “This is a familiar game. I sincerely doubt you’ll best me.”
Ever imaginative, Mason didn’t react as Kenton expected. Mason sat back on his heels and stroked his own cock as he stared deeply into Kenton’s eyes. It was a damn effective strategy. Kenton’s hands itched and his cock bucked against the confines of his trousers. Two could play at this game. He unfastened his pants and pushed them to his knees, revealing his erection. Mason’s gaze lowered as Kenton lifted his cock away from his body and rubbed up and down its full length.
Mason abandoned his masturbation and moved closer to Kenton’s sex. Punishing Mason had left Kenton hard and eager for the wet heat of Mason’s mouth. Closing his hands over Kenton’s, Mason caressed him, without actually touching his cock. Damn, the man had phenomenal instincts.
A shudder passed along Kenton’s spine and he reared up, silently revealing the depth of his need. Mason swiped the tip of Kenton’s cock with his tongue, then closed his lips around the flared head. For endless minutes he did nothing more than suck, slow, deep pulls that collapsed his cheeks.
Kenton slid his hand out from under Mason’s and watched him through half-closed eyes. Heat rolled along his shaft and concentrated in his balls. He accepted the tension, savored the demand without succumbing to it.
Mason licked his way up one side and down the other before he returned to his suckling. His warm hand eased between Kenton’s balls and the seat, cradling his sac in his palm. On and on he went, lips sucking, tongue licking, fingers teasing.
Why the hell had he suggested this?
As if sensing Kenton’s impending doom, Mason pulled back and let him catch his breath. The message was obvious. Mason didn’t want to win this contest. He wanted his punishment to continue. Twice more he paused before they reached the estate, so Kenton rewarded him with a long, appreciative kiss.
Kenton pulled Mason to his feet and fastened the waistband of his pants. His cock was still exposed, but he lowered the tunic over his erection. Silk would brush against the ultra-sensitive tip with each step Mason took.
“Do not touch yourself or allow your expression to reveal your arousal.”
Mason acknowledged the command with a stiff nod.
After righting his own clothing, they strolled through the house. Kenton thought about the playroom, but that was Mason’s domain. He wanted to control every aspect of this night.
Without saying a word, Kenton went to his bedroom. He didn’t need to look behind him to know Mason followed. His door slid open and he motioned Mason inside. As soon as the door slid shut, Kenton tore Mason’s tunic off over his head and unfastened his pants. Mason kicked his shoes aside and tugged off his socks, ending his frantic striptease by removing his pants completely.
Kenton retrieved the cuffs from the headboard and snapped them closed around Mason’s wrists. Hooks and cables were discretely hidden in strategic places all over the room. Kenton had noticed them as he waited for Megan to return from “finding Mason” the night before.
“Raise your arms,” he ordered. When Mason did, Kenton grabbed the cable dangling from the ceiling near the foot of the bed. He fastened the cuffs together, then attached the cable. The cable gradually retracted until Mason’s arms were suspended well above his head.
He paused to admire his handy work. Mason’s lithe body was helpless and awaiting his punishment. Moving behind him, Kenton inspected the fading welts still visible on his ass.
“Too bad your skin is recovering. You deserve a good lashing.”
Mason looked over his shoulder and started to say something before he quickly shut his mouth.
“Go on. What were you going to say?”
“Only the skin on my ass is healing.”
Lust jolted Kenton from his leisurely inspection. Did he possess the control to thoroughly pleasure such a giving slave? Leaning in close, he whispered, “Do you crave the lash, my love?”
“You know I do.”
Kenton paused for a long, deep kiss, then crossed the room and opened his wardrobe. His thin, flexible sensory rod could stimulate whatever sensation he chose to deliver. Finding the rod among his possessions, he twisted the handle and set the device to pleasure.
“Turn around and face the bed.” There was just enough slack in the cable for Mason to obey. As soon as he settled into position, Kenton trailed the end of the rod down his spine and pushed it into the crack of his ass.
Mason wiggled and moaned as the rod stimulated his anus. Kenton pushed it lower, following the curve of Mason’s body until he made contact with his sac.
“Oh, Master. So good.”
The words were barely audibly, but Kenton heard. He withdrew the rod and snapped it against the back of Mason’s thighs. “I did not give you leave to speak.” He twisted the handle again, mixing pain with pleasure and went to work on his eager slave. Sparing only Mason’s ass, Kenton traveled from his knees to shoulders and back to his knees. Kenton watched welts rise in vivid appreciation of his stinging kiss. He measured each snap, determined not to break the skin. Mason gasped and yelled, but not one word escaped his mouth.
Kenton rotated the handle back to pleasure and returned it to the tightly puckered hole for which he ached. Mason shook violently as he fought against the need for release.
“Come, you’ve earned it.”
With a strangled scream, Mason pushed back, capturing the rod within the tight circle of his anus. His cock jerked and cum jetted in strong, rhythmic streams. The shift passed over him like a shimmering wave. Mason was swept away and Megan stood before Kenton, naked, trembling, and unbearably beautiful.
“Hello, sweetheart. I was wondering if I could make you do that.”
Megan’s ass vibrated with tingling pleasure. Her pussy throbbed, echoing the pulse of Mason’s release. Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined such excruciating pleasure. Kenton withdrew the rod and she whimpered, her core clenching in on itself.
He released the cable and unhooked her wrists, leaving the cuffs in place. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, he smiled up at her. “You’re going to have to ride me, love. Your back is a mess.”
Steadying her with both hands, he helped her climb astride his hips. She barely got her legs situated on either side of him before he found her entrance and pushed inside. Wide, wider she stretched to take him. Deeper and deeper he drove. She clutched his shoulders and arched, holding nothing back. Her ass came to rest against his thighs and she let out a shuddering breath.
“I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard,” he whispered against her hair. He eased her away from his chest and caressed her breasts, still unwilling to move. “How does it feel?”
“Perfect.”
“Talk to me.” He pressed a kiss against her temple. “Tell me what you feel.”
“My back is on fire and your cock is huge. All I can feel is you.”
“Your cunt is on fire and you’re so tight I can hardly breathe. All I feel is you,” he countered. Reclining across the bed, he guided her hands to his chest. “Ride me.”
She balanced her weight on her knees and lifted her hips, dragging her body almost off of his. Pausing with just the head of his cock inside her, she stared into his eyes. Centimeter by glorious centimeter he filled her again. Her inner muscles pulsed with each beat of her heart.
“Move,” he growled. “If you don’t, I will.”
Leaning forward, she rocked, finding a circular motion that dragged her clit along his thick shaft with each stroke. It wasn’t enough. She had too m
uch control. With a whimper she guided his hands to her hips and whispered, “Please, Master, take me.”
He grasped her firmly and brought her down onto him hard and fast. She rode his bucking hips, her breasts jostled by each forceful stroke. He pulled her forward and pressed her cheek against his chest. Pushing up with her legs, she gave him more room to move. She met him thrust for thrust, pleasure zinging from her pussy to her breasts and back.
Arching clear off the bed, he thrust to the hilt and came with a throaty moan. She shook uncontrollably, her pussy milking his cock as reality shattered. Their mouths fused and their bodies melded as scalding pleasure showered down upon them.
They clung to each other in the aftermath, both too weak to move.
“Do I get to turn back into Mason now?” she whispered with a playful grin.
He chuckled and brushed her hair back from her face. “You’re a greedy little thing.”
“I certainly can’t get enough of you.” She smiled as happiness welled within her.
For a long time they held each other, content in the afterglow. Kenton trailed his fingertips up and down her spine, while she nibbled at his collarbone.
Suddenly another chuckle rumbled in his chest and she looked into his eyes. “What’s so funny?”
“I was wondering if you’re disappointed with your bodyguard. I didn’t do too badly today. But to be perfectly honest, I think I’m better suited to give you pleasure.”
She lowered her face until her lips teased his. “I told you from the beginning I didn’t need a bodyguard.”
“So you did.”
They kissed and smiled and kissed again.
“And I want exclusive rights to your other services,” she told him.
“What about Mason?”
She laughed. “All right. I’ll share you with Mason, but only Mason.”
“I think I can live with that.”
Price of Passion
Aubrey Ross
Jazz and Bluz are adjusting to their new lives as Sabrotine Privateers when they rescue Treena from an angry mob bent on drowning her. She was stranded on the primitive outpost by her resentful lover and the superstitious occupants decided her clairvoyance proves she is a witch.
