by E J Frost
you.”
That’s true. I’m not even trying to watch
the sunset. “I’m doin’ more work than you.”
“Untie me and I’ll do all the work.” She
lifts one of her bound wrists and shakes it so
the tie waggles in the air for emphasis.
“No.” I tuck her arm back under the
thermoblanket. “You had your chance
earlier.” When I was making dinner. After
I’d gotten her with the hot pepper. She
picked that moment to offer me head. The
first head she’s offered me; the first head
I’ve had this fucking decade without paying
for it. And then she licked me with her
capsicum-laced tongue. Felt like she’d set
my dick on fire. “You’re banned.”
She pouts but can’t maintain it and her
expression morphs into her mischievous grin
without even pausing at remorseful. Naughty
kitten. I pinch her nipple and she squeaks,
then giggles delightedly. I cup and stroke her
breasts until her giggles turn back into
breathy little moans. Nuzzle the back of her
neck while I let my hands roam. All over her
soft body. End with my fingertips painting
circles and spirals on the still-warm skin of
her ass. I reach down and lift her leg a little
so she’s completely open to me, then stroke
her sex. “You sore, kitten?” I didn’t fuck her
for very long, but it was hard and fast. If
she’s sore, I’ll get her really primed before I
enter her. If not, I’m going to give the little
monster free reign.
“No,” she says. Just what I want to hear.
I reach back in the hammock. Feel my
way through the toys and towels until I find
the vibrator and the super-slippery lube. I
grease my middle finger. “Remember when
we did it on my ship?”
“Yes,” she sighs.
“That was just the beginning.” I rub my
middle finger over her tight sphincter. Stroke
that little pucker until it relaxes enough for
me to push the tip of my finger inside. This is
as far as we got on the Marie. Just the tip of my finger in her ass, and she came like a
maglev. Thundering and unstoppable. I push
my finger in and out, opening her and
spreading the lube until there’s no friction.
Just the smooth slide of flesh into flesh. Kez
is writhing against me, moaning and gasping
with each thrust of my finger. I hold her still
with my arm across her breasts, my mouth on
her vulnerable bare neck, as I push my finger
all the way inside her tight ass.
She cries out and I listen closely for any
hint of pain. But there’s none. She’s shaking
with excitement and arousal, but there’s no
tension in her body. She’s wholly relaxed in
my arms. Her head’s rolled back against my
shoulder, the whites of her eyes showing
between the arcs of her lashes. I shift over
her, pushing her over onto her front, splaying
my legs against hers, and grind my cock
against her. It pushes my finger deeper and
she gives a strangled wail of pleasure.
I nip the skin I’ve been kissing and
sucking. Lift my head and blow a cool breath
over the wet, red skin of her neck. She
shivers. “D’you like that, kitten?”
“Yes yes yes, oh, yes.”
“More?” I ask, rocking my hips forward
so my glans pushes in between those soft,
wet lips.
“Yes, oh my God, yes,” she moans.
“Please, Hale. Please, don’t stop.”
I fuck her for a few strokes, letting the
motion of my thrusts rock my finger in her
ass. Then pull everything out.
Kez convulses. “No!”
“Shh.” I pin her in the hammock with my
hips and legs. Free the hand I’ve had on her
breast. Wipe off the hand I’ve had in her ass.
Grind on her to keep her aroused while I find
the vibrator in the jumble of towels and toys
and rub some of the super-lube onto the
vibrator’s soft gel surface.
The vibrator has a bunch of interesting
settings that we’ll explore another time. For
tonight, this first experience, I dial a low,
rotating setting. Watch it wiggle in my hand
for a moment. The motion’s slow and gentle.
I reach down between us and rub the bullet-
shaped tip of the vibrator between Kez’s ass
cheeks.
“Oh,” she moans. “Wait. I didn’t know
you were going to put it there.”
Not the safe word. “That’s why I told you
to pick a small one.” Which she did. I’ve got
no concerns about it hurting her, as long as I
go slow and easy.
“Hale, no! Ooooh . . .” Her protests trail
off when I circle her sphincter with the
slippery tip of the vibrator. I rub it round and
round, gently increasing the pressure, until I
feel the resistance of her sphincter soften.
Kez bucks as the vibrator penetrates her ass,
but I hold her down. The way I held Selly
down that first time. Only this is going to be
even better. I can already feel it. I keep my
hand between her shoulder blades so I can
read her body; make sure her struggles are
all part of the game. There’s still no tension
in her muscles. I give the vibrator a gentle,
experimental push, another centimeter in, and
am rewarded by her spreading her legs
wider, even while she moans “no.”
“You know how excitin’ this is for me,
kitten?” I growl to her. “Knowin’ I’m the
first to take you this way?”
She moans something that just comes out,
“Nnngghh.”
I pump the vibrator slowly in and out.
Half a centimeter further each time. Kez is
writhing wildly under me, barely held in
place by my legs and hips and hand. It’s hard
to keep any rhythm when she’s moving like
this. “Next time I’m gonna tie your hands and
feet down so you can’t move. Would you like
that, kitten? Tied down tight while I fuck you
in the ass?”
She howls and bucks up under me and the
vibrator slides all the way in, stopped finally
by its flat base. Perfect. I reach down and
guide my cock into her. Pushing between her
wet labia, which part with a sweet sucking
noise. The gates of heaven opening. Past her
entrance, I find resistance. My weight on her
and the vibrator have made her so tight, it’s a
struggle to enter her. I work myself into her,
slowly wedging my cock deeper and deeper.
It’s almost painful. Agonizingly pleasurable.
The vibrator rumbles against my pelvic
bone. My eyes roll back in my head as I
brace myself above her and begin to thrust.
With the first thrust, Kez screams and
claws at the hammock. Twisting her upper
body. Thrashing. But her leg
s and hips are
trapped under me, rolling a little as I fuck
her. Her tight sheath becomes impossibly
tighter, squeezing and squeezing me. I find
my rhythm, a counterpoint to the vibrator’s
revolutions. Driving myself deep inside her,
while the vibrator rotates in her ass. Intense
pressure; incredible pleasure. Her body
clenches and releases, clenches and releases.
Her screams rise to a wild, orgasmic howl.
The gripping motion changes to a rolling,
sucking motion that tries to drag me with her.
But it feels too good to come. I’ve got my
rhythm now, and I fuck her long and hard,
climbing through layer after layer of
pleasure. I never want it to end, and it
doesn’t. Time stretches. Kez’s screams trail
off to moans and she collapses under me,
gasping, but I don’t stop, couldn’t stop even
if she begged me. I keep going, keep driving
myself into her until I break through to a
higher plane: a place where all feeling, all
sound, all taste, everything dissolves into
bright white light.
I hang there. Suspended in time and
space. For an endless moment. Feeling
nothing but pleasure. Complete oneness with
the universe. It doesn’t even feel like Kez
and I have separate skins. Beautiful.
“Kitten,” I whisper. I prop myself on one
arm so I can reach down and stroke the back
of her neck. She murmurs. A sound I feel
more than hear through our shared being.
Contentment. Peace.
Other sensations slowly return. The cool
kiss of air across my back where the
thermoblanket has slipped. The tremors of
the vibrator still buried in Kez’s ass, crushed
between us. Wetness at my crotch. A lot of
wetness. I withdraw carefully. Check to
make sure she’s not bleeding. She’s not, but
she came a river. Both of us are soaked. That
makes me smile as I turn the vibrator off and
ease it out of her. Roll it up in a towel and
drop it into my bag; I’ll clean it off later.
Tuck towels between us. Spread the
thermoblanket over us. Spoon in behind my
kitten and join her in looking up at the sky.
It’s a good sunset. The brilliant golds and
greens that Kez was watching earlier have
given way to a smoky purple along the
horizon that shades upwards to deep forest
green. A few high clouds still catch the light,
luminescing orange in a zigzag pattern that
looks like the Twins have burned their way
down to the horizon. Flocks of birds are
gathering, flapping blackly across the
darkening sky to the far bank of the river, to
feed on the amphibians the first Colonists
introduced, who have started their evening
song, a croaking so loud I couldn’t believe
frogs were making it until I went and looked
for myself one night early in the spring.
Kez yawns, stretches: reaching her hands
out across the hammock, flexing her legs,
curling her toes. I rub her tummy, circling my
fingers in the soft cloth of her dress. She
tucks her arms across her chest and snuggles
back against me. Just like her namesake.
“You really are a kitten,” I say.
The curve of her cheek rounds in a smile.
“Why do you call me that?”
“’Cause it fits.” It was her little pink
tongue that first made me think of a kitten, but
nothing I’ve seen since has changed my mind.
“I’m not complaining. I like it.” She’s
silent for a moment, snuggling. Then she
adds, “Chain used to call me ‘Beelze.’ I have
no idea why. I hated it. Even if he hadn’t
slept with Nevie, his days were numbered
after he started calling me that.”
“Beelze?” I mull that over for a moment.
Remember the Judeo-Christian mythology
that got rammed down my throat in v-school.
“What, for Beelzebub?”
She snorts. “Maybe. I never thought of
that.”
“Seems like that’d be a better nickname
for your sister.”
Kez laughs. “She is the devil incarnate.”
I slide both arms around her and hug her
close. “Don’t blame yourself for any of that,
kitten.”
“No.” She blows out a breath. “She is
what she is. I just . . . I wish she wasn’t, you
know?”
“Yeah.”
“I can’t believe you were going to give
her your ship. Again.” She rolls over and
looks up at me. Eyes huge in the dying light.
“Why would you do that?”
‘Cause that’s what I do best: protect my
kitten. Who may be a little scarred by her
recent encounter with the Überbitch, but
could be a lot worse if her sister is killed in
the inevitable purge after I take down the
bitch’s boss. “What’d hurt more, knowin’
she’s out there, doin’ whatever she’s doin’,
or knowin’ she’s not out there anymore
because she went down with Tyng?”
Kez nestles into my chest. Hugs me tight.
“I don’t know. I get so angry at her.”
I got that. “Alive ‘n’ angry’s better than
dead ‘n’ angry.”
“I guess.” She doesn’t sound convinced.
Maybe I’ve underestimated how angry she is.
“It is, kitten.” I kiss her earnest little face.
Tuck the blanket in around us. “Trust me.”
“I do.” She nuzzles into me sleepily.
I know she does. It’s still funny, her trust,
but I don’t think it’s fragile anymore. Kez
and I are solid. More solid than I ever
imagined I could be with another human
being.
I kiss her again and lie back to watch the
sunset.
Chapter 31
A wet brush against my cheek wakes me.
I smile before I open my eyes, thinking it’s
Kez’s lips on my skin. There are worse ways
to wake up. But when I trail my fingertips up
her neck, I find her head still resting on my
shoulder. I wipe my cheek with my free
hand. Wetness. It’s on my bare shoulder, too,
and in Kez’s hair.
I blink up at the night sky. The stars are
shining brightly overhead. No clouds. It’s
dew. We’ve slept for hours. It’s after three in
the morning by the chrono in my eye, and the
dew is falling.
I shift Kez carefully off my shoulder. She
murmurs and rolls over. I smooth the
thermoblanket over her so she doesn’t get
cold. Spend a minute tossing everything
scattered around the hammock into my bag,
and then tossing my bag inside. I return to the
hammock to untie Kez, wrap her in the
thermoblanket and carry her into the house.
She settles into my bed without waking,
but when I return to the bed after emptying
my bladder and washing
the worst of the
various fluids we’ve produced off my skin,
she holds her arms out. I slide into bed
beside her and cuddle her to me. “This isn’t
where we went to sleep,” she murmurs.
“Nope. We were gettin’ wet out there.
Figured we’d better move inside.”
She grumbles. “I like sleeping outside
with you. I was watching the stars. I don’t
mind getting wet.”
I give her a kiss. Tuck her head into my
shoulder when I get a blast of tiger breath. “I
mind.”
“Well, your bed is awfully nice.” She
stretches, wriggles. “Mmm. And, oh, look.
I’m still tied up.” She tosses the loop of the
belt still knotted around her wrist toward the
headboard. It falls short, but it would only be
the work of a few seconds to change that.
She could be restrained in half a minute.
“Yeah?” I’m not too sleepy, and I’m not
sore, so I wouldn’t mind another go. “Well,
there would have to be a few rules.”
“I love rules.” She tucks her hands
behind her head and wiggles her ass deeper
into the bed.
“Rule one is you gotta clean your teeth.” I
want to kiss her without the deterrent of that
tiger breath.
“Fuck!” She bolts out of bed before I
have a chance to stop her. “I’m getting
implants in my teeth after this!” she shouts
over her shoulder as she dives into the
‘fresher.
I lie back in the bed and chuckle to
myself.
When she returns, mouth fresh, skin cool
from a quick wash, I untie her wrist, roll her
under me and make love to her. No more
rules. No games. Just me on top, my mouth
on hers, her legs locked around my hips, the
sweet slide of flesh into flesh. A slow build
to a mutual orgasm that leaves us gasping
into each other’s mouths, looking into each
other’s eyes to watch the waves of pleasure
peak and ebb. I love this about Kez. That she
gets off from the roughest play, but also the
gentlest lovemaking. She kisses my neck and
shoulders through the aftermath, the way she
likes to. When we’re both on the edge of
sleep, I withdraw and roll to my side. Bring
her with me so she’s cradled against the
length of my body.
Neither of us says anything beyond a few
whispered goodnights. We don’t need to.
I wake Kez an hour before dawn. She
rouses with her sexy kitten murmur and
snuggles against me. I cuddle her for a few
minutes, enjoying her closeness. Finally, the
