“Not bloody enough, I’ll wager,” Sebastian muttered. “Get rid of those damn breeches, Jules.”
To Pen’s disgust, ‘Jules’ set about removing her wet breeches, pulling off her boots as well as her stockings, to leave her lower half entirely bare.
Crack!
This time Sebastian’s blow was on her bare, chilled buttocks. A stinging, heated blow that left a searing welt of pain across her quivering cheeks. Pen shrieked long and hard in a combination of pain and frustration.
“That hurts, Sebastian!” She fought to get up but was held firm. “That bloody well hurts, you bastard!”
“Good!”
Crack!
Pen had never been so mortified and that it was taking place before Lord Arden made it even worse. Her bottom burned as she sobbed and struggled furiously, her face hot, not helped by the fact that as she wrestled in his hold she was aware of Sebastian’s sizeable erection digging ever harder into her stomach.
He wanted her!
Pen’s desire for him burned into a twisting need that made her writhe on top of him, deliberately rubbing herself against his cock in an effort to satisfy her lust. It didn’t work.
“Pen,” Sebastian groaned, sweeping his hand over her burning cheeks and smoothing her legs wide as they draped over his lap.
Smack! He hit her almost directly on her pussy. Pen cried out at the change in sensation, a pulse of arousal radiating out from the centre of impact, her voice falling to a sobbing moan. She slumped over his legs as he ran his fingers across her back, stilling when they came into contact with the bindings she had tied over her breasts.
“Damn it, Pen.”
She could hear the annoyance in his voice as he pulled the wet shirt from her body. Only then to reveal the rough-hewn ties that secured the length of cloth.
“What the hell were you thinking of?”
She suddenly found herself staring up into his beautiful green eyes instead of at the floor as he turned her to find the knot in the tie.
“Sex,” Pen said clearly.
Sebastian stared back, his emerald gaze fathomless.
The cloth that had been wound so tightly around her chest suddenly loosened. Arden had deftly cut it loose with a small pocket knife.
Pen jumped. She had quite forgotten Arden was there. He grinned at her, before going on to pull free the binding that Pen had wrapped around her large breasts. It fell away and her nipples hardened into erect teats, the cool air chilling the heat of her aroused body. Sebastian urged her onto her feet so that the rest of the cloth could be tugged away from her, and when they were finished she found herself standing before the two men naked.
This was what she wanted, Pen realised, as the two of them stared at her. Their respective gazes admiring, hungry, with lust writ clearly. They wanted her as much as she wanted them—both of them.
“What do you think?”
“Beautiful.” Arden’s silver gaze scanned her face, then her body.
Pen’s nipples tightened even further at the sight of the massive bulge evident in Arden’s breeches.
“But so badly behaved.” Sebastian’s words carried a hint of humour.
“So discipline her.” Arden walked towards Pen. “Properly.”
He put a gentle finger beneath Pen’s chin and lifted it so he could see her eyes. “Because that’s what you want, is it not, sweetheart? A firm hand.”
Pen stared into his eyes, drowning in the silver depths there.
“Penelope?” His voice was suddenly demanding, firm.
“Yes, that’s what I want,” she murmured dreamily, before replying, “as well as plenty of cock.”
She was aware of a shout of laughter from the direction of Sebastian. He was laughing. The man she loved so much was laughing, and the most unexpected thing of all was about to happen.
They were going to have sex.
Maybe that was all it would take to make her passion for him a little less destructive.
“Oh, my dear girl.” Arden smiled wickedly. “That we can give you in abundance. But first”—he paused to tickle her briefly under the chin—”you have to earn it.”
Pen felt an exciting pulse of desire move in a wave over her body at his words. The promise of them filling her made her pussy clench and moisten as she stood there. “Earn it, how?”
This was more work than she had anticipated securing a lover would be. The countess had made it all sound so easy and enjoyable when she’d recounted her adventures in bed.
But then Countess Griaznova’s lovers were not anything like these two beautiful men.
“Tell me!” Pen insisted.
“By being patient.” Arden unbuttoned his jacket and pulled it from his shoulders. “And by being good.”
Pen let her eyes skim over the powerful lines of his chest and shoulders, which were encased in a well-fitting waistcoat and lawn shirt. He extracted a long box from the pocket of his discarded coat and flipped the lid open. “I was about to return these to my jewellers in London, but I think I may have a use for them after all.”
He revealed a length of beautifully matched pearls from the blue velvet case.
“Come here,” he said softly.
Pen stepped forward, puzzled as Arden reached out to run a hand over one of her plump breasts, finishing with the nipple gripped firmly between thumb and forefinger. He pinched it until it started to itch and burn.
“Ah,” Pen moaned huskily as he swooped down and engulfed the sore nub in his mouth, his tongue swirling over the small hurt to soothe it before moving on to her other breast and treating it in the same way.
“How does that feel?” he asked her.
“Strangely exciting,” she told him honestly.
“Good.” He smiled as he draped the pearl necklace around her neck and over her breasts. “Now rub yourself.”
“What?” She was momentarily startled.
“Rub yourself.” He eased her legs apart slightly and placed her hand boldly on what the countess had called her clitoris. “There.”
Pen looked towards Sebastian, but he was reclining at ease in his chair, the fall of his breeches open, with his erect cock out and in his hand.
“Go on, Penelope,” he urged her on. “Let us watch you come.”
Pen gazed at them nonplussed, particularly as Arden left her to go and sit beside Carrington, boldly reaching across to seize Seb’s cock in his hand. Sebastian lay back in his chair with both arms outstretched, surrendering himself to the obviously expert attention of his handsome companion.
“Penelope.” Arden’s voice was low, compelling. “We are waiting.”
Pen stood up a little straighter, the cool pearl beads swinging about her neck and catching on her nipples as they stood proud.
She looked at the two men before her, both of whom now had their trouser flaps down and their cocks out, and she smiled a triumphant little smile. She’d do her best to make them want to fuck her like they had never wanted to fuck anyone before.
With a flick of her head, Penelope Carrington started to caress herself. She bent her knees slightly and rocked backwards and forwards. With her free hand she seized one of her breasts and started pulling first one nipple then the other, flicking, twisting, each move making her pussy spasm with need. Her hand knocked the pearls dangling from one nipple and she seized the necklace rolling the smooth white beads between the tips of her fingers. Sliding the pearls from her neck, she looped them between her hands then threaded the length back between her legs, drawing the beads taut against her before moving them back and forth across her engorged clitoris.
The sensation was delicious. The cool, smooth beads rolled over her, urging her, squirming, towards an orgasm. She glanced across at her two companions to see their reaction to her performance, but both had their eyes closed—Sebastian stretched back in his chair with his legs apart, Arden bent over him, servicing his cock with long, hard pulls of his mouth.
It was too much for Pen. Her climax swamped her as she
watched them, the beads falling from her hand to the floor as she came with a groan, her eyes closing as the first wave of sensation swept over her, followed by tiny aftershocks of delight. Pen licked her fingers delicately and started to caress the plump, aroused folds between her legs once more, aware of the tempting frisson of a second climax, hovering just out of reach. Greedily she straightened her legs, ready to persuade herself to come again.
“Penelope Carrington, what are you doing? You were not about to wait for us, were you?”
Pen jumped guiltily as firm hands seized her bare shoulders and turned her to face the other way. Sebastian’s eyes gazed searchingly into hers as his mouth swooped down to kiss her with a thoroughness she had only ever been able to daydream about before.
Pen returned the kiss with all the longing and the pain of wanting that not being able to have him had coloured her every day up until this moment.
Pen lifted her arms to wind them round his neck as he kissed her, and she pushed her tongue into his mouth, to duel with his and win the point of honour that proved he could no longer resist her. He clearly wanted her as much as she wanted him.
It was a glorious feeling.
When she had brought her rich dowry into the Carrington family, she had done it for the love of this man, no other. She had wept when Mark had died in the arms of a brothel keeper, but as one would for a friend.
As Pen kissed Seb and was kissed thoroughly back, she became aware of feathering caresses across her shoulders and down her back, butterfly kisses that left a trail of goosebumps in their wake. She groaned at the exquisite sensation, particularly as Julian Arden started to trace circles with his tongue over her raw buttocks. The licking sensation seemed to go straight to her throbbing, unoccupied pussy.
“As lovely as the kissing is, gentlemen”—Pen broke away from their attentions long enough to gasp—“I really need something more from you.”
Arden’s low chuckle made her insides clench with pure desire and it was Arden who took her hand and led her closer to the fire and indicated she should kneel there. His elegant clothes were gone and all Pen was aware of was his lean, muscular body, bathed in the glow from the flames, his beautiful cock rising thick and straight from his body as he settled down to lie before her.
“Lick me,” he instructed her gently.
As she leant forwards to oblige him, she felt Sebastian behind her, his hands running over the sweep of her buttocks then swooping in to the dark, moist crack between them before sliding down to her pussy to check how ready she was.
Pen was sodden with desire, so wet she could feel her juices starting to trickle down her legs.
With a low groan of pleasure, Sebastian positioned his cock at her entrance and slowly eased in.
Pen thought she would come again simply at the feeling of being filled with as much cock as she could take, and then, it seemed, a little more. She moaned greedily at the sensation of being so stretched, rocking back gently onto Sebastian’s cock, urging him to move.
“Penelope…behave yourself, woman.” Sebastian froze, obviously at the very limits of his control.
Wickedly, Pen thrust back onto him—once, twice, three times—the feeling coursed through her as his cock rubbed the sensitive walls of her vagina enough to make her squeal with delight.
Her reward was that Sebastian lost his control. With a groan and a rapid burst of pumping hips, his own orgasm seized him and he poured himself into her, leaving Pen still something short of her own climax.
Pen said nothing, but both men knew and were quick to point the finger of blame.
Arden was laughing; Sebastian’s expression as he sat back on his heels was wry.
“So now you see, Penelope, your wilful ways are self-defeating.”
Sebastian and Julian swapped their places. Sebastian sat before her, his cock now only half erect and covered in her juices and his cum.
“Lick him, Pen,” Julian instructed softly. “For as long as you are able.”
With that he then moved her legs so that her knees were as far apart as she could manage whilst still remaining upright before sliding his sizeable cock into her already engorged and sensitive pussy. Unlike Sebastian, he eased into her then out, setting up a relentless rhythm that Pen was unable to alter without toppling over. Pen found herself rocked against Seb’s musky skin and cock as she tried to lick him, but the pleasure of being thoroughly fucked by something of an expert overtook her and she could only gasp and groan instead of lick.
“Keep licking,” she was told, Julian continuing to thrust into her.
Sebastian’s cock was starting to harden and lengthen again, but Pen could only give it the most cursory attention as her legs were quivering as if she had a fever. They were trembling partly due to the physical effort of remaining balanced on her knees in the exact position that Arden had placed her, and also due to the feeling building around her sexual organs, while deep within her the most almighty climax started to grow. She couldn’t control it, and she certainly could not pre-empt it because Julian’s slow, measured, relentless strokes were the key.
“I am going to come,” she told them, in what she felt was only a slightly strained voice given the storm of sensation that was building in the lower part of her body.
“Good,” Julian whispered into her right ear, bending low over her back and stepping his movements up to double time.
Penelope Carrington moaned in earnest as he kept up the faster pace, even when she toppled forwards from her knees to fall headfirst into Sebastian’s lap, his cock in her face, her backside in the air, her pussy full of Julian’s rapidly moving flesh.
“Ah, ah, ah,” she sobbed as her orgasm swelled within her.
Then, her climax burst over her, and she heard herself scream. Sebastian kissed her long and hard, swallowing her noisy enjoyment of the rolling aftershocks, his cock hardening in a short time to as sturdy a member as had just brought her so much pleasure.
“Sebastian,” Julian Arden had pulled out from Pen, but had his hand resting on Sebastian’s shoulder as he asked him, “do you want me?”
Sebastian nodded and moved the still-writhing Pen over onto her back, before sliding between her legs and filling her once again with his now fully rigid cock. Pen climaxed yet again as Sebastian slid deep inside her, then again when Sebastian was penetrated by his lover from behind, jerking while Julian Arden lifted himself onto his knees to drive mercilessly downwards onto that small nub of male pleasure set within a man’s backside.
Pen half rose from Seb’s embrace to seize the neck of Jules Arden and pull him close. She gave him a passionate if slightly bumpy kiss, as Julian pumped into Sebastian’s arse and came with a hoarse cry. Despite her heart being so full of Sebastian Carrington, Pen could not deny the heat of attraction that flared so hotly between herself and the man who had finally brought herself and Sebastian together.
And after all, she was Wild Pen Carrington. Why should she not have it all?
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Captain Kate
Sophie Angmering
Excerpt
Chapter One
“Dump the lot.”
Dominic Danyeo braced himself against another barrage of fire from the Galaxy Elite Fleet ship. Whump. Whump. Whump. A volley of shots broadsided them as they sat virtually immobile, trapped against the side of a small moon.
“All of it?” Rennick Stannick was always remarkably calm under pressure.
“No politically sensitive data is to get into fleet hands.” Danyeo rubbed his face, clearly exhausted from seventy-two hours of fighting, “The government of Prime 7 will have to wait. Delete all of it.”
Whump. Whump.
“I always said this was going to be a risky trip.”
“Your comment is noted. Update on the servers?”
“Wiped.” Rennick grabbed for the edge of the flight desk as another barrage of fire hit.
“Good. Smarten up, Stannick, time to abandon ship.
Make sure the collective know we need picking up. I don’t want to spend any more time than absolutely necessary in the company of the GEF and remember this was supposed to be a covert operation.”
* * * *
“The ship is secured, Captain. Commander Lomax is escorting all personnel on board.”
Kate Thorn gave the briefest nod in acknowledgement.
“Clarke, take the bridge. Start accessing their ship’s logs and data using the standard protocols.”
Kate could not help the slight smile of triumph as she surveyed the crippled Rim Class ship from the controls of her craft. They had been fighting for almost three days straight, and when all had seemed lost, she had made a last audacious bid to outmanoeuvre her opponents. Her daring attack had trapped the privateers within the orbit of a remote rock mass.
The crew had surrendered without a fight, their ship a mess.
“Captain Thorn…I would have a word with you in private.” Lieutenant Clarke appeared at her elbow before even a minute of her victory had passed. Her third in command was ambitious and lacked Kate’s family connections. It made him an unreliable and resentful subordinate that was better handled promptly and publicly.
“Problem, Clarke?” Kate replied curtly. As one of the youngest, toughest Captains of the Inner Galaxies Elite Fleet, she stuck doggedly to a code of cool professionalism. She kept her distance and maintained an expectation of unquestioning respect from her crew.
“You should not have engaged the Rim pirate ship. It would have been enough to have driven them out of the border zone, away from GEF space.”
“Are you questioning my judgement, Lieutenant Clarke?” Again, rang through Kate’s head but thankfully never made it to her lips. Clarke was becoming more than just annoying. He was becoming a liability.
“The rules are quite clear. We are not to waste time on Rim dogs and pirates,” Clarke insisted. “The GEF directives in this situation clearly state that firepower is to be saved for direct engagement with Rim insurgents.”
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