Interstellar Sparks

by Shannon Stacey

  Ilyna heard the front door open and the low murmur of voices before both men appeared in the kitchen. Dane approached her slowly, but stopped about two feet in front of her. With his hands behind his back, he bowed slightly from the waist. It was the customary greeting for an Acelan delegate, and Ilyna nodded her head in response.

  “Ambassador, I’m Dane Cameron. I understand you’ll be my guest for the immediate future.”

  “It’s a pleasure.”

  A naughty smile jerked up the corners of his mouth. “You have no idea how much of a pleasure it will be.”

  Bryan cleared his throat and in the next moment he was at her side. She stepped into his hold, feeling an unfamiliar thrill at the possessive gesture. “I’m going to lock her in our suite until she’s old and ugly.”

  That was less thrilling. She gave him her best power look. “I may as well return to Acela if I am to be kept locked up until I’m an old woman.”

  Both men laughed, and she recognized too late the human tendency toward wild exaggeration as humor. Most of the Earthlings she’d spoken with had no discernable senses of humor. “That is not funny, Bryan.”

  “We should go,” Dane said abruptly, bringing their attention back to the matter at hand. “Is everything ready?”

  Bryan nodded and Dane stepped away to speak into a tiny comm unit. Mere seconds later, Bryan’s work hydrovan backed down the driveway and took off up the street. Another man entered the foyer and took the bags Bryan had packed and left there. They followed him out and were soon settled in the backseat, while Dane rode up front with his driver. Before he’d closed the door, however, he’d dropped a packet of paper in Ilyna’s lap. Once they were underway, she gave it her full attention.

  “What is all this?” She rifled through the pages, trying to make some sense of the barrage of legalese. Her IQ was extremely high in Earth terms, but legal documentation was usually handled by Minister Jerrod.

  “The cost of entertainment,” Bryan muttered. “Dane’s willing to take us in knowing we’re fugitives, but it’s in everybody’s best interest if the formalities are taken care of. It might help protect him if things go badly.”

  He began explaining the forms to her and pointing out where she needed to sign. There were forms demanding disclosure of her sexual health and any criminal records to be confirmed by their blood scans and databases. There was a form releasing Ris-K and Dane Cameron from liability for everything from paper cuts up to and including a nuclear detonation.

  “What is this one for?”

  Bryan scanned the paper. “You have to acknowledge that all areas of the club are under video surveillance. It means everything’s being taped. All video feeds are kept for one year, and then deleted.”

  She frowned. “I thought privacy was of utmost importance at sex clubs.”

  “It is. If Dane was caught showing those feeds around he would lose everything and go to prison to boot. They’re only viewed if you’re accused of a violent crime within Ris-K, and even then they can only be released to the senior officer in charge of the investigation. It’s for the protection of his guests, and Dane takes his responsibilities to them very seriously.”

  “Why don’t you have to fill out all these forms?” she asked. She was growing weary of the beaurocratic red tape. She wanted to see the club.

  “I’m there all the time. I have to go through health scanning each time, but I can skip the red tape.”

  “All the time?” Ilyna wasn’t sure she liked the sound of that. “Doing what?”

  “Well, it ain’t a bridge club, sweetheart,” he said in a suggestive voice, and then he winked at her.

  “You have sex with women all the time?” For the first time in her twenty-eight Earth years of life, Ilyna lost her temper. She whacked him in the shoulder with the clipboard.

  He laughed at her. “No, I don’t. But I try to visit Dane regularly, and to see him, I have to go to the club. To get in, I had to do the forms.”

  “But you have sex with women sometimes.” He had to in order to be so wondrously good at it. She just hoped he wouldn’t have sex with other women during this visit.

  “I’m no ambassador, but this calls for an abrupt change of subject,” he said, dodging when she tried to hit him again. “So you have no sunlight on Acela?”

  She thought about it, then decided to go along with the change. If they kept on in the current vein, she might get answers she’d rather not hear. “We have some, but it’s extremely weak compared to yours. We rely on artificial lighting and heating.”

  “So how can you be outside when you’re on Earth? Your skin must burn like a newborn baby’s.”

  “Melanin is engineered into my cell structure. Don’t forget, I was designed specifically for Earth. Myscha was also designed for Earth, as her purpose was always to serve me. But—”

  “Wait. They genetically engineered you a servant?”

  “She’s my companion. We’ve been together since childhood. We are so well-bonded I don’t even have to speak my needs as a rule. She’s excellent in her position.”

  “And Jerrod?”

  Ilyna grimaced. “The Minister is a high-ranking member of the Acelan government, and I’m not always accompanied by the same Minister. Jerrod does request Earth service a great deal, but he wasn’t genetically intended for it, so his melanin is injected. That’s why he is so pale and must use extreme caution when he leaves the hotel. He is also treated with…something like steroids to enable him to breathe your atmosphere.”

  “I don’t understand how you come to be from a planet that requires artificial light and heat to be inhabitable.”

  “Long before I was born—”

  “Hatched?”

  “Born, a group of scientists launched an experiment to see if a colony could be established on a distant planet. The planet didn’t have an ideal atmosphere, so an artificial habitat was needed. The experiment—Acela—grew and grew, until several hundred of the home planet’s finest minds were in the habitat, which over the course of fifty years or so had grown to be nearly self-sufficient.

  “But in the confined, artificial environment, contamination from the home planet was a constant danger. In the sixty-first year of the experiment, Acela declared its independence. The home planet fought back, and I understand things were very tense in the habitat. Then the home planet sent a delegation and it was obvious that they couldn’t come to terms. Three weeks later the home planet was dead.”

  “What do you mean the planet was dead?”

  “Every living thing on the planet was no longer living.”

  “Within three weeks of pissing off several hundred of the finest scientific minds in the galaxy? What a coincidence.”

  “Yes. And you pretty much know the rest. Genetic engineering, scientific superiority, extreme measures against contamination.”

  He leaned close to her, his breath hot on her cheek, his fingers sliding up under her short dress. “I like contaminating you.”

  Ilyna spread her thighs as her body welcomed his touch with warm moisture. His fingers brushed her clit and her hips bucked against his hand. “Are you going to contaminate me now?”

  Bryan chuckled into her hair. “With my brother and his driver in the front seat? They could drop that privacy glass anytime, you know.”

  She looked at the blackened glass, her breath shortening. They could be discreet. After all, his hand was hidden by her skirt. “Then contaminate me fast.”

  “Pull your skirt up around your waist.” She wasn’t wearing any panties, and the cool, climate-controlled air made her shiver. “Knees apart.”

  She paused, glancing at the privacy glass. He pulled away from her, punishing her hesitation with the absence of his touch.

  “Do it now, Ilyna.”

  She spread her knees, opening herself to him and risking exposing herself to Dane if he lowered the screen. The vulnerability bothered her until Bryan touched a finger to her lips. She drew it into her mouth, sucking it as enthusiasti
cally as she’d sucked his cock the night before. She flicked her tongue over the calluses, loving the feel of his work-roughened hands.

  Bryan withdrew his finger from her mouth and inserted it slowly into her pussy, his eyes never leaving her face. He twisted his finger, his knuckle rubbing against her inner walls in all the right places. She leaned her head back, closing her eyes.

  “Don’t,” he demanded in a harsh whisper. “I want you to watch my fingers fucking you.”

  A spasm of pleasure shuddered through her body as Bryan slipped another finger into her cunt. She watched them sliding in and out of her body, glistening with her juices. Her hips rocked up to meet his thrust of his hand, and she was hopeless to stop the small whimpering sounds coming from her throat.

  Ilyna reached down and circled her clit with her own finger, loving the way her hand bumped against Bryan’s. He eased a third finger into her, and the delicious stretching of her pussy to fit them had her teetering on the brink.

  Then he slid his fingers out of her and she moaned in protest. She was so close to coming, and this was just cruel.

  “Fuck yourself,” he whispered. “Fuck yourself with your fingers so I can watch.”

  Obediently she slid her middle finger down through her folds and pressed it into her pussy. With her thumb she continued lightly rubbing her clit, and the sensation—along with the delicious naughtiness of knowing she could be caught by Dane Cameron at any second while Bryan looked on—returned her to the brink of orgasm.

  “Another finger,” Bryan demanded, and she moaned as a second finger joined the first. “Don’t come yet.”

  “Please,” she whimpered.

  “Not yet.” His finger ran over hers, sliding in the juices, pressing down on her hand for a moment, before continuing on. The wet tip of his finger traced the crack of her ass, then settled against the small, puckered hole. “Fuck yourself faster, sweetheart.”

  Ilyna looked down, watching her fingers sliding in and out of her pussy and her thumb pressing on her clit. She saw and felt Bryan’s finger enter behind her own and her back arched on the leather seat.

  Through the mind-blowing haze of her orgasm, she heard Bryan growl, “You are so fucking hot when you come.”

  Finally the tremors passed, and she was vaguely aware of Bryan pulling her skirt down.

  “The car stopped, sweetheart.” He lifted her hand and sucked her juices from her fingers. “We’re here.”

  She was still panting when the back door swung open and a uniformed man said, “Welcome to Ris-K.”

  Chapter Three

  Ilyna’s disappointment upon arriving at Ris-K was keen and she made it known.

  “Why can’t I look around now?” She tried to inject a pleading note into her voice, but she herself could hear the imperious tone. She was accustomed to humans being slightly more solicitous when dealing with her wants and needs.

  “Ambassador,” Dane responded evenly, “I would like to see you settled in your suite first so I have time to brief my key personnel on this situation. I’m sure you wouldn’t wish to satisfy your curiosity at the expense of Ris-K.”

  The censure was so smoothly delivered Ilyna thought he would make an excellent diplomat should he ever give up the sex business.

  They’d passed through several large anterooms in which she’d handed over her paperwork and been subjected to blood tests and a full body scan. Now she was being hustled through a massive dining area, and she tried to walk slower so as to buy more time to look around.

  The décor was much more elegant than she’d anticipated. The rich cream walls and black lacquered wood set off the jewel tones used through the room. It all looked very tasteful for a sex club, in her opinion. Even the bare-breasted women serving the dishes looked as though they’d be right at home at the Windsor Interstellar Plaza Hotel.

  They rushed her much too quickly through a lounge featuring a stage on which a woman appeared to be showering in a glass box. The crowd seemed very appreciative of her self-lathering.

  “Most of the sex takes place in assigned areas and private rooms,” Dane whispered in her ear.

  “Oh. So I won’t get to see?”

  He laughed and slapped Bryan between the shoulder blades. “You got yourself a kinky one this time, brother.”

  He ushered them into a private elevator before saying, “There are observation mirrors for the safety of our guests. Normally it’s forbidden, but I might be able to turn my back for a few minutes if my brother decides to give you a tour.”

  “Won’t you get in trouble?”

  “Only if you tell. And you’ll be the first person I’ve ever permitted in the hallways. A special perk for being my brother’s girl.”

  The brother in question was standing right behind her, and she could feel his erection against the curve of her hip. Hearing herself referred to as Bryan’s girl made her want nothing more than to be alone with him. “I think we’ll enjoy our suite for a while first, but I’m sure we’ll avail ourselves of your generous offer soon.”

  The elevator door slid open and they stepped into a long hallway. The décor of the dining room seemed to continue through the rest of the club and Ilyna found herself impressed by the atmosphere Dane had built. There was nothing sleazy or cheap about Ris-K.

  He led them to Suite 35 and swiped the key card before handing it to Bryan. “Enjoy. And call the concierge for anything you need. “

  Bryan nodded and pushed Ilyna through the door, slamming it behind him. She barely had time to register what looked like a really nice suite before he tossed her onto the sapphire-hued leather couch.

  “Do it again.”

  She didn’t even need to ask what he meant. With him looming over her, she slowly lifted her skirt. Then, after swirling her finger around in her mouth until he groaned with impatience, she slid it into her pussy. She didn’t watch herself this time, but watched him watching her. Just to tease him she removed her finger and sucked it again before sliding two fingers back into her cunt.

  “You’re so beautiful, Ilyna. I could watch you fuck yourself forever.”

  “It’s not the same,” she whispered. “Nothing feels as good as your cock sliding into me.”

  “Soon, babe. Right now I want to watch you make yourself come.”

  Bryan undid his jeans, lowering them on his hips just enough to free his cock. He gripped it in his hand, squeezing its length from the base to the tip. Ilyna watched him stroke himself and easily slid a third finger into her now dripping pussy.

  His eyes never wavered from her probing fingers as he jerked himself off, his left hand dropping to cup his balls. He was rougher with himself than she was, squeezing his dick harder than she dared. Her body quickened as she neared orgasm and she became mesmerized by the sight of the small drop glistening at the tip of his cock. Ilyna licked her lips, eager to suck it for him, but he didn’t even notice. His strokes quickened and the devouring look on his face sent her over the edge. She lifted her hips, forcing her fingers deeper into her pussy as she came, feeling the walls squeeze and tense around her knuckles.

  Bryan released his cock and grabbed Ilyna’s hand. He sucked her juices from her fingers, swirling his tongue around each finger until she squirmed. Then he rolled her to her knees on the couch. She shifted to bend over the arm, and Bryan entered her from behind in one swift, hard motion. Her breath caught in her throat as he pounded into her, his balls slapping against her clit.

  “You’re a naughty girl,” he said through gritted teeth. Then he slapped her ass and the sting made her gasp. She rocked back hard against him, meeting his thrusts as he spanked her again. “But you’re only naughty with me. Do you understand?”

  She couldn’t speak—every muscle and nerve in her body was focused on his cock driving into her.

  He grasped her hair, pulling her head up. “Only me, Ilyna. Say it.”

  “Only you, Bryan,” she whispered, her voice choked as she came, driving herself backward again and again, impaling herself on
Bryan’s cock. They came together, and then he buried his face in her hair.

  “Don’t forget,” he whispered.

  * * * * *

  Bryan entered their suite with a sigh of relief. With that wiring job out of the way, he could now be officially on vacation for a while.

  A short while. The thought he’d been trying to bury all day resurfaced again, and it was persistent this time. He couldn’t live with Ilyna at Ris-K forever.

  Well, technically it was possible, but for two problems. One, he didn’t want to live at Ris-K. It was his brother’s world, and as far different from his dreams as his brother was from him. And two, the Acelans were no doubt stepping up the heat on the government even now. Eventually they would have to leave or Dane could lose everything.