by Aubrey Ross
The long middle finger of his other hand pushed into her feminine core. Thrilled by the fullness, she squeezed him.
“Oh, you like that,” he muttered, as much to himself as to her. He slid in and out, while he stroked her clit with his tongue.
Distracted by the pleasurable shuttle of his finger and the persistent flick of his tongue, she barely registered the smooth adjustment. He pulled his finger out and pushed his thumb in without disrupting the rhythm he’d established. Only when his finger sneaked back and entered her other opening did she realize what he intended.
Eased by her cream and her rising arousal, his finger and thumb moved in tandem. His lips closed around her clit as his thrusts grew more aggressive. She rocked against his mouth and surrendered to the steady drive of his hand.
He sucked firmly on her clit and the demanding pull triggered her orgasm. Pleasure surged and rippled, then coalesced in a burst of sensation. She ground herself against his mouth as her body pulsed around his finger and thumb. This was savage and barbaric, utterly sexual.
She sagged against the bed, amazed and a little leery. If this was foreplay, how much more intense would the sensations become? He moved both hands to her ass as he feasted on her cream. His tongue no longer teased. He lapped at her like a hungry cat, savoring and soothing, exploring every fold and hidden crevice of her pussy.
Her feet slid down his arms, draping her legs over his elbows. He didn’t seem to notice as he began fucking her with his tongue. Rana could hardly breathe. His mouth framed her opening and his tongue slid in and out, tasting and claiming her in a way she’d never imagined. Jaque had occasionally used his mouth to arouse her, but this was different. Vik devoured her as if he would starve without her.
Panting harshly, he finally raised his head. “If I let you come again, this could go on indefinitely. You’re addictive.”
The sincerity in his tone sent another thrill ricocheting through her body. He honestly enjoyed giving her pleasure even though he had yet to find release. She was humbled by the realization. These next six days were going to be more interesting than she ever could have dreamed.
Vihlok stared into Rana’s eyes as he struggled to catch his breath. Her cheeks were deeply flushed and he could only decipher a few of the emotions twisting through her expression. Her gaze was wide and passion-bright, her lips soft and inviting. Balancing his weight on his knees, he brushed the hair back from her face.
He wanted to know more about her, but he had set the rules. No past and no future, just these few days to enjoy each other.
Pressing his lips over hers, he hesitated to use his tongue. Her taste was still strong in his mouth and… She curled her tongue around his, bold and undeterred. Pleased by her response, he deepened the kiss.
She wrapped one leg around his waist and used the other to grind herself against him. There was no mistaking that gesture. She wanted him inside her now.
He separated their mouths and their gazes locked again. The unique color of her eyes made it impossible to forget how this had begun. He wanted retribution nearly as much as he wanted her, but she was no longer a means to an end.
“Roll onto your side.” His bitterness confused his feelings. He could think of her as his cherished captive as long as he couldn’t see her Jabulayni eyes.
Reluctantly, she obeyed. He slipped one arm beneath her neck and wrapped the other around her waist. For a long time, he held her, memorizing her scent and the shape of her body. Then he lifted her hair and stroked the back of her neck with his tongue. He caught the sensitive flesh between his teeth and sucked. She shivered and gasped, her sweetly rounded ass driving him crazy.
He cupped her breasts and rolled her nipples, then moved down to savor the silky, smooth skin on her mound. Keeping her upper body pressed against his chest, he rotated her hips more fully onto the bed. He bent her knee then guided her foot up and back, draping her leg over his. She made a sound, part whimper and part moan, as he eased his hand between her thighs.
“You are so soft.” He brushed her delicate folds, loving the way his fingers slid against her slick flesh. “Tell me what you feel.”
“I feel your fingers and your warm body pressed against mine.”
He shifted his hips, sliding his cock between her legs. “Do you feel that?”
“How could I not? Will you please… fuck me now?” She trembled. “I need you inside me.”
Lifting her leg higher, he found her opening and pushed the head of his cock into her waiting heat. “Better?”
“No. I need more.”
“You’ll have to earn it. I’m going to let go of your leg. Can you hold it here without my help?”
She shifted the angle of her body, hooking her leg over his hip. Her shoulders pulled away from his chest, but her ass pressed closer. He parted her folds and found her clit with his fingers. With a firm circular motion, he sped her toward another orgasm. She tightened her inner muscles and tossed her head.
“Come for me and I’ll give you more.”
“Either pull out or push all the way in.” She squirmed, trying to capture more than his teasing fullness.
“Concentrate on my fingers. Match the rhythm of your pussy to my touch.”
“Kiss me,” she pleaded. She turned her head sharply and arched her back. It was awkward at best, but he covered her mouth with his and offered her his tongue.
The motion of his fingers changed. He surrounded her clit, gently rolling as his tongue moved in her mouth. Her passage clenched and rippled. He focused entirely on her pleasure, determined to feel her final surrender again before he found his own release.
He pulled on her clit, then abruptly released the sensitive nub. She came with a soft cry. He pushed deeper with each tremor, accenting and prolonging her pleasure. Before the last spasm passed, he swept her beneath him and pulled her up onto her hands and knees.
Withdrawing all but his flared tip, he waited for her restless squirm before driving his full length back into her snug heat. She kept her legs far apart and braced against the bed with her forearms. Her rounded bottom padded each forceful lunge and incited his imagination.
She was too outspoken for a sub, but all this was new to her. Reaching beneath her, he cupped her breasts, savoring the weighty feel as the impact of their bodies made her soft flesh quiver. His balls tightened and tingled and a red haze formed before his eyes. He grasped her hips with both hands, thrusting fast and hard.
Twisting the bedding with her fingers, she bucked beneath him. Pleasure expanded inside him, swelling and curling as her inner muscles rippled around his cock. He threw back his head and gritted his teeth to keep from shouting as he came in powerful bursts.
She collapsed onto the bed and he followed her down, rolling them to their sides at the last moment. Her pussy continued to tighten as he reached up and untied her from the wall. He started to untie her wrists as well, then decided against it.
If she was to embrace her submissive nature, she had to entrust herself to him. She relaxed in his arms and snuggled back against him.
“How long will it take to reach the spaceport?” She sounded sleepy and content.
“Not long. We should probably get dressed” -- he covered her breast with one hand and turned her head so he could reach her mouth -- “eventually.”
* * *
“You have got to be kidding.” Rana looked at the outfit Vik had laid out on the bed, hoping this was his attempt at humor. “I’ll wear the gown one last time; then you can sell it.”
“Trust me, princess, the gown will draw more attention than the lingerie.”
Holding up the blood red corset, she shook her head. “The pleasure givers on Devaunt wear more than this.” She tossed it back on the bed.
“No one will ever confuse Makar with Devaunt. The cloak will cover you from neck to knee. You’re just being obstinate.”
“The cloak only fastens at the throat. Every time I take a step --”
“Your other option is to
have me sling you over my shoulder in that towel. Security might raise an eyebrow, but it would still cause less of a disturbance than having you walk off this ship in that gown.”
She opened the nearest compartment, determined to find something with which to cover herself. After an ultrasonic blast had cleansed them, Vik had donned his pants and white shirt. The tuxedo jacket still hung over the back of the chair and various accessories were scattered about the room. The towel he’d given her barely covered her ass and his idea of appropriate garments was laughable.
“You don’t have a spare uniform or something I can put with your jacket?”
He rolled up his sleeves and shook his head. “This was a commuter jump. None of us brought clothing.”
“Then where did that come from?” She swept the bed with an impatient gesture.
“I always plan ahead.”
Planting her fists on her hips, she glared at him. “You planned to parade me around like a whore.”
“Sweetheart, that term has no meaning here. Prostitution is an occupation like any other. Miner, scavenger, shopkeeper, prostitute, they’re all the same on Makar. Keep the hood up and you’ll be just another faceless body.”
“That’s depraved.”
“The ship is due for maintenance. We have to get off. Either put on the lingerie or don’t. It makes no difference to me.”
“Give me your shirt.”
“That’s not an option.”
“Why?” She felt like wringing her hands and stomping her foot, but common sense stayed the impulse. Throwing a fit would only prove she was a “spoiled princess.”
“We don’t have time for this. I gave you your options. Make your choice.”
With a frustrated growl, she snatched up the scrap of red that served as panties and pulled it on under the towel. The triangle covered her mound, but her ass was completely bare. Realizing the ridiculousness of her belated modesty, she tossed aside the towel and held the corset in place while Vik tightened the laces. It hugged her torso and caused her breasts to swell nearly out of the plunging cups. After several firm tugs, the upper edge barely covered her areolas.
“It’s meant to display a hint of nipple,” he commented with a wicked smile.
“I’m glad you’re enjoying this.” She draped the cloak around her shoulders and secured the clasp. As long as she didn’t move she was covered, but each step she took would display her legs. “What about shoes?”
“Yours will have to do. You don’t want to walk through the commercial tiers barefoot. Trust me.”
“Trust you? Not likely.”
She tried to push past him, but he caught her upper arm. “You’ve never been to a place like this, Rana. It’s dangerous. You need to stay close and keep your mouth shut.”
Ignoring the argument welling inside her, she snatched her arm out of his grasp and retrieved her semi-mangled stockings. The pale pink more or less matched the red lingerie and her shoes were white with a faint pastel pattern. It was not an ensemble she would have assembled, but she’d had enough of this cabin.
She followed him through the ship, her temper simmering. Several of the crewmen gazed at her with knowing boldness and tension twisted her belly. No one on Devaunt would dare look at her that way, even if her behavior warranted the reaction.
Halfway down the ramp her steps faltered and apprehension sent a violent shiver down her spine. They were in a dilapidated hangar, surrounded by scattered debris. Exposed girders and rusted grillwork bisected the walls, while conduits and insulated pipes crisscrossed high above her head. Was the entire station this… well used?
A maintenance crew ambled toward the ship with tool carts and diagnostic instruments. Vik guided her across the bay and motioned toward the raised walkway. She climbed the alloy ladder with him close behind. Similar bays stretched off in both directions. The air was cool, but unfamiliar scents made her wrinkle her nose.
As Vik predicted, no one paid her much attention. He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her close to his side. “Once we reach the Mall, you can relax to some degree. Unfortunately, security randomly scans the public lifts, so we’re going to take the scenic route. Don’t make eye contact and don’t speak to anyone. Understood?”
She nodded, more than happy to comply.
The walkway widened and they emerged in a clutter of portable stands and tiny shops. Her hood shadowed her face and restricted her field of vision. Bursts of laughter cut through the drone of overlapping conversations as he hurried her along. She recognized several languages, yet others were unfamiliar.
“Are you buying or selling?” The raspy voice came from her right, but Rana kept her head down.
“Neither.”
Vik’s brusque tone should have deterred the speaker, so she gasped when a scaly hand pulled back one side of her cloak.
“Let’s negotiate now. Save us both the auction fee.”
“She’s not for sale.”
She tilted her head and glanced at the intruder while fear squeezed her heart. They had slave auctions on this spaceport? Covered in gray-green scales, the intruder’s reptilian features revealed little emotion. She snatched her cloak out of his hand and moved closer to Vik.
Pushing her behind him, Vik faced off with the alien. “Get out of the way. She’s not for sale.”
Tension escalated as the two men glared at each other. Vik reached behind him. She thought it was a comforting gesture until she saw the subtle bulge beneath his shirt. He had a weapon tucked into the back of his pants!
The alien hissed and turned sharply to the side, allowing them to pass.
“They sell slaves here?” she cried as they climbed to the next tier.
“They sell everything here, princess. I told you this was a far cry from Devaunt.”
The next tier drove that fact home with undeniable impact. At a glance Level 7 was cleaner and less cluttered than the seedy area they’d just departed. People strolled along, relaxed and laughing.
Music drew her attention to a large shop on her left and her steps faltered. Not a shop, she realized, a bar. A stage rested against the adjacent wall and a couple performed for the sparse audience. They undulated and rubbed against each other, their “dance” nothing more than a simulation of the sex act.
She averted her gaze and stifled a gasp. The alleyway on her right was peppered with couples, and nothing they were doing was simulated. A blue-haired woman knelt before a burly man, her head bobbing as she sucked his cock. The slender man being fucked up the ass had blue tattoos running up both sides of his body. He braced his hands against the wall as his lover -- client -- thrust forcefully.
“Are they…”
“Prostitutes?” She nodded and he smiled. “This is called Bidatta Nu or Scarlett Row. It runs through the heart of the pleasure tier. This particular section caters to the miners. No one plays games here. They want a quick fuck for a reasonable price.”
“They don’t even bother with a bed?”
“There are rooms available, but they cost more. Most don’t see the need.”
Farther down the passageway, two men passed a woman back and forth between them. One moved in her pussy, while the other drilled her ass. Rana trembled. It was the personification of her darkest fantasy. The woman was utterly abandoned, her expression nothing short of rapturous.
“If you like to watch, I can arrange anything you want to observe.”
Rana hadn’t noticed the man until he spoke. He stood to one side of the alley, fully dressed and heavily armed.
“We’re just passing through,” Vik said.
“Then carry on or make your selection. My people don’t perform for free.”
Rana tried to convince herself she found the open display of sexuality appalling, but her body refused to cooperate. Prostitutes lounged in the archway of every club they passed, wearing little or nothing. They touched and encouraged others to touch with seductive looks and provocative poses.
“Have you ever --”
By the time they left the pleasure district, Rana fidgeted and squirmed. Her pussy throbbed and the material of the corset abraded her nipples. Vik hurried her toward an express elevator at the far end of the tier.
“I thought we couldn’t use the lifts.”
“This one’s private; a direct line to our destination.” An instant after the lift door closed, Vik pushed her up against the wall and tugged one side of the corset down. She rubbed her mound against his thigh as he firmly sucked her tender peak.
“Can you… stop the car?” She covered his erection with her hand and squeezed. “I’ll go down on you.”
He growled and kissed her furiously, both hands on her ass. A synthesized bell interrupted their frantic embrace. He quickly righted her corset and stepped back, allowing her cloak to swirl closed around her.
Breathless and wobbly, she followed him from the lift. The corridor was wide and elegantly decorated. She could have been in an office building or a posh hotel on her home world.
“You live on this level?”
“Not exactly.” He didn’t explain as he led her along. Her outfit had helped her blend in with the sordid occupants on the lower tiers, but here she felt tawdry.
She clasped the sides of her cloak together and sped her steps. If he didn’t have quarters on this level, where was he taking her?
They turned off the main corridor and she looked around. Though still well maintained and elegant, this area felt less accessible, almost secret. “Where are we going?” she tried again.
“Right here.” He paused before an unmarked door and pressed his hand against the scanner.
“Member number seven twenty-nine accepted. Welcome to the House of Bliss.”
“House of Bliss?” The door slid open, but Rana dug in her heels. “Is that what it sounds like? Did you bring me to a brothel?”
