by Jan Springer
His trembling hands unbuttoned her blouse while he kept his hot mouth expertly moving over hers, distracting her from wanting to stop him. She savored the sexy flavor of his full lips and she loved the coiled need unwrapping deep inside her pussy.
He tugged her blouse over her shoulders, allowing it to slip off. Cool air breathed over her bare breasts, making her nipples stab into the air. She arched as his hot hands cupped her breasts, his thumbs gently caressing her stiff nipples until they were aching with need. The intimate gesture set her pussy on fire and she wanted him to touch her down there. Like the first time he’d done it with his fingers.
In desperation, she slid her hands from his neck and splayed her palms against his warm chest. His muscles quivered beneath her fingertips as she traced a line downward, brushing her fingertips over the hard muscles of his flat stomach. After following the silky path of curly hair that led to the belt line of his tight pants, she struggled to unfasten the button and sighed into his hot mouth at the crisp sound as she lowered his zipper.
In a few seconds, she would guide him inside her pussy. Oddly enough, where the idea had once frightened her, it now excited her.
“I think Loverboy put something in your drink,” Jim whispered as he broke the kiss for a moment and then fused his mouth over hers again.
Something in her drink?
Shouldn’t she be…alarmed at that suggestion? She wasn’t though. She enjoyed the sharp friction of his chin stubble rasping against her trembling lips. Loved the heat zipping through her body as she pressed herself against him.
On a groan, he broke the kiss and pushed her against the countertop. Dropping his hands from her breasts, he gazed upon them.
“You look damn good, Sky. Damn good.” His voice was thick with arousal. A faint smile lifted his lips. “Now I wonder if you taste as good as you look.”
She blinked in surprise as his head lowered. His hot tongue shot out and licked her right nipple. The warmth of his rough tongue against her tight flesh startled her. Without warning, he popped her nipple into his moist mouth. Rays of pleasure zipped through her breast making her shiver.
His hand clamped over her other breast. He kneaded her roughly, and suckled her nipple. His mouth was warm and wet. His tongue constantly jabbed at her tender tip, sending sexually charged messages to parts south.
His zipper forgotten, Sky reached up and smoothed her hands over his shoulders, enjoying the cords of muscles there, before cupping the back of his head and pulling his face into her swollen breast. This time she couldn’t stifle her cry as his teeth sharply nipped her nipple.
Something untamed and delicious whipped through her, leaving her self-control in ruins and anxious for him to take this even farther.
“Fuck me, Jim. Please fuck me,” she gasped.
Her words made his mouth still on her nipple. Then he pulled away.
He stared at her with eyes dark with desire. His pupils flared with need and his breath was raspy and hard.
His Adams apple bobbed as he swallowed. “I want to fuck you so bad right now it hurts. But how do I know you’re ready for me? How do I know you won’t say no? How do I know he didn’t put something in your drink?”
“How do you know I had something to drink?” she asked, quite ready to deny she’d been drugged.
“I can taste it and I can smell it on your breath.”
Shoot.
Desperation made her shameless.
“I want you, Jim. More now than ever.”
His eyes widened at her answer and she fought to inhale air as the familiar shade of hurt shone in his eyes.
He didn’t believe her. He thought she was teasing him?
Sky reached out to him but he backed away. His hands were held up in defensive gesture as if to ward her off.
“You’ve been drugged, Sky.”
She shook her head. “No, I want you.”
“Stay in your room until it wears off. Fake being sick if you have to.”
Like hell.
“Jim¬…”
“I’ve got to go. They’re expecting me.”
Turning away, he quickly slipped out of the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
Dammit!
Sky stomped her foot as frustration whirled through her. Was Jim right? Had the bartender slipped something into her drink making her feel hot and bothered? Gazing into the bathroom mirror, she frowned. Her bare breasts were swollen, her nipples red and taut. Her lips were red and full from his kisses.
She looked pathetic. She looked like a woman who wanted to be fucked, yet devastated because of rejection by her one true love. She’d offered herself to Jim and he’d walked away.
Son of a bitch.
Sky shook her head. She had no one to blame but herself. The next time she saw him, she’d make sure he understood she wanted him. Drugs or no drugs, the next time she wouldn’t take no for an answer.
She should take a long cold shower. That would fix the problem of her wanting sex with Jim. Or maybe it wouldn’t.
Visions continued to swirl inside her mind. Of Jim stepping into the shower to join her. Water sluicing off his naked body. Muscles rippling in his arms as he reached out and cupped her swollen breasts in his big hands. Her, reaching down and grabbing his hot rigid shaft…
Her vagina clenched in response and Sky moaned. The sultry sound ripped her back to reality.
Okay, she’d better skip the shower.
Turning off the taps and the bathroom fan, she then grabbed her blouse. Frustrated, she left the bathroom. Through the dimness that enveloped her room, she noticed the slim white package containing the vibrator where Jim had tossed it earlier.
She licked her lower lip. She was too wound up to be any good right now. Her skin felt too hot and too electrified. Jim was right. Something had been put into one of her drinks.
She needed to take care of business, so she could clear her head. Within moments, she’d locked the door to her room. After unwrapping the toy, she then cleaned it in the bathroom, grateful an energy packet had been included. After she slid off her shoes and her tight skirt, she slipped between the sheets and flicked on the machine.
The low hum from the vibe was music to her ears. She smiled and closed her eyes. All she needed to do was…
She gasped as the vibrator pushed past her puffy pussy lips and rubbed her ultra-sensitive clit. Damn that feels so good. She moaned quietly as she rubbed the round head of the quivering machine in circular motions around her clit. Shivers of pleasure trembled within her. Without hesitating, she slid the huge vibrator away and with two fingers from her other hand, rubbed them against her clit where the machine had just been. As she massaged, she inserted the vibrator into her wet vagina and gasped as her pussy muscles clenched around the intrusion.
Keeping up the strokes to her clit with her fingers, she slowly, erotically slid the vibrator out. Breathing hard, she thrust the vibrator in again and began using long and powerful strokes as she imagined Jim fucking her. Just the thought of Jim making love to her, had her coming. Erotic spasms crashed into her. She shuddered at the intensity, and cried out shamelessly as she rode the pleasure waves, while bucking into the carnal convulsions.
When her orgasm subsided, she forced herself to focus on the quietness sinking into the farmhouse. Beside her bed, a cool breeze sifted through the slightly open window. The whispering wind caressed her hot cheeks and soothed her feverish body.
An bird screeched somewhere in the distance. Leaves rustled and floating through the layers of natural noises, came an odd sound that didn’t quite fit.
A creak. Like someone opening a door. Her breath caught in her lungs.
Was it her door opening? Had Jim decided to join her? Adrenalin stabbed through her and she sat up in the bed. Along with the surge of excitement came a kaleidoscope of physical sensations. Her heart began to hammer. Her breasts felt larger, swollen, aching with anticipation. Her nipples tingled and throbbed at the same time.A powerful need to be touc
hed crawled along her skin like wildfire. Her body hummed.
Oh great, there was no doubt now, Jim had been right. She wouldn’t be here in a strange bed, masturbating, if she hadn’t been drugged. This was so not right. Not like her. Yet, she couldn’t stop the anticipation of craving sex from slowing.
Shoot! She should have anticipated something like this happening. Saturna, with it’s Earthy atmosphere, was a pleasure planet and sex drugs were plentiful and normal here.
She tensed as another creak ripped through the silence. And then another. It was followed by a low, drawn out moan.
Oh great! Someone was having sex. Like was everybody on this planet drugged?
Groaning her frustration, she climbed out of bed. In the darkness, she groped for her clothing. Instead of finding them, her hands touched the wood of the night table where she’d put them. She jolted. Where were her clothes?
Cursing beneath her breath, she searched the area beside the night table and found nothing. She spied a lamp on the night table, and flicked the switch. Nothing happened.
A man’s erotic groan drifted through the air making Sky’s heart pound harder. Was it Jim?
She listened intently. More groans. She couldn’t be sure if it was him. She tiptoed to the door and to her surprise found a flimsy light colored, very short nightie hanging on a door hook.
Her cheeks heated with embarrassment. While she’d been masturbating, someone had entered her locked room and taken her clothing, replacing them.
Opening her door, she poked out her head and listened.
The hallway was alive with moans, groans and squeaking bed springs. She envisioned Jim. He stood in front of her, his body tense with arousal. Muscles laced his nude body. Sky’s pulse skittered. Her legs trembled as he studied her nakedness. He held his thick erection in one hand, and with his other hand, he stroked his immense length.
He smiled.
She creamed.
A strange banging sound ripped her from her erotic vision.
She blew out a tense breath. She needed to focus on her assignment, not fantasize about Jim.
The knocking sound continued. Was someone hitting on a door? Was someone locked in a room somewhere? Could it be an unwilling sex slave? Maybe the missing woman they were searching for?
On shaking legs, she quickly slipped on the negligee and crept into the dark hallway.
The banging sounds came from next door.
She tiptoed down the hall where she was surprised to find the door open. Peeking inside, her heart fluttered at the sight. Candles flickered everywhere and the scent of vanilla wafted beneath her nose. She squinted through the semi-darkness toward the noise and froze.
Oh-my-God.
A dark haired man, naked, his back toward Sky, was thrusting madly into the woman named Loren. She sat on some sort of wood chair, her legs clasped tight around the man’s muscular hips, pressing kisses into his thick corded neck. With every powerful thrust, the back of the chair banged against the wall.
Before the woman could see her, Sky stole back into the hallway.
Did Loren know she was about to be sold to a mistress? Was the man fucking her some sort of going away present for herself?
She stopped short as something niggled at the back of her mind. That man. He seemed familiar. Although she’d only seen him from the backside…hadn’t he looked a little like one of those “giggly boy” Sex Squad detectives Jim had scolded during briefing last week?
Sky shook her head. No way. Couldn’t be him. The Chief had been adamant only two detectives would be filled in on this case.
Aside from risking another look into the room, or entering and tapping the guy on his shoulder asking to look at his face, she decided it wasn’t him. She tiptoed further down the hallway.
At the next open doorway, she halted. Her pulse began to pound violently at the sight. This one also glittered with scented candles. The aroma was different. This one smelled of roses. Romantic roses.
Oh for heavens sakes, was she Alice in Wonderland and been dumped down the rabbit hole to enter a world or sex?
In the room, on the bed, sat four very attractive young people, their legs crossed. Two were women. Two were men.
She recognized the heart-shape faced woman with the auburn hair as Carmella. Loverboy’s partner.
All four people were completely nude. And they were not at all embarrassed about being that way.
Gosh, she envied him. Why couldn’t she be so bold with her nudity?
“My turn,” Carmella laughed. She drew a card from the deck between them on the bed and read it. She smiled.
“Position 32. Climb on top of your partner and impale yourself.”
Sex card game.
Carmella picked the cutest guy of the two. Grinning from ear to ear, the man stretched full length on the king sized bed. His penis stuck straight up in the air.
She held her breath and watched as Carmella crouched over the man and lowered herself onto his long penis. The woman grimaced as he disappeared inside her. Her loud hiss made Sky exhale softly as she creamed.
Unbelievable.
She wondered why Loverboy hadn’t registered himself as a Sex Slave Trainer? Why was he avoiding paying his taxes? Could it simply be greed? Or maybe he was deceiving these young people? Perhaps he was telling them he could provide employment so they could be trained more easily? And then when they finished their training, he sold them into slavery and kept the money all to himself?
Sounded like a pretty good motive for tax evasion. But could she prove it?
Sky moved to the next door. It was open too. Didn’t anyone value his or her privacy around her?
She peeked inside. The delicate scent of magnolias filled the air as scented candles flickered everywhere. This room was quiet. Movement in a far corner caught her attention and Sky’s mouth dropped open when she spotted two naked men standing in the corner.
Both had their backs toward her. She couldn’t help notice one of the men had the curviest, sexiest ass cheeks she’d ever seen. She breathed hard when she realized it was Loverboy and the other man was Jim.
Chapter Four
The spoke to each other in low voices, but not low enough that she couldn’t make out what they were saying.
“Tonight you’ll practice the trigasm on her.” Loverboy said to Jim.
Trigasm? Sounded erotic.
Jim nodded. “I’ve studied up on it.”
“Carmella said you were a quick study. I’m sure you won’t disappoint your partner.”
To her shock, both men suddenly turned around.
“Ah, Sky,” Loverboy said. He didn’t seem surprised to see her.
Jim, on the other hand, appeared angry. His mouth was set tight. His erection blossomed as he gazed daggers at her.
“I’m glad to see you are eager to get into the swing of things,” Loverboy remarked.
Sky tried hard to act natural. To act as if this wasn’t her first time standing in a sexy negligee in front of two men. She focused her mind on the four men and women she’d seen earlier sitting cross-legged on the bed. Focused on how casual they’d acted in the nude.
Sweet mercy, as hard as she tried, she couldn’t keep her face from heating at Jim’s hungry stare.
“There’s that virgin blush, again.” Loverboy cooed.
Beside him, Jim stiffened and quickly came to her rescue. She shivered at his icy tone. “This must be my partner. The one you were talking about.”
Loverboy nodded. “Go easy on her. She’s unsure whether she wants to become a sex slave. Give her a real good time, though.”
“I intend on doing just that.” Jim’s gaze bored straight into hers until she averted her gaze.
“I’ll be going.” Loverboy said. “I have a few more students to check on. I’ll pop in once in a while to see how things are going in here. If you’ll excuse me.”
When Loverboy left the room, Sky stood paralyzed as Jim continued to study her without saying a word. She gazed back at
him, studying the wonderful expanse of shoulders that flowed out to bulging muscles in his arms. Muscles also ridged his narrow belly and abdomen. Tufts of dark hair grew across his broad chest and arrowed down…
Oh my!
His cock was very…erect.
A few more heartbeats of silence followed. Jim’s gaze snapped to a corner of the room and quickly back to her. Instantly she knew he was indicating they were being watched. Before she had the time to even experience embarrassment, Jim began to walk toward her. She couldn’t seem to keep her eyes off…it.
The anticipation of actually have his cock impaling her made a low moan escape her lips. She took a deep breath, drawing the warm scented air into her lungs and tried to relax. Couldn’t.
She tried to think. Couldn’t do that either. Gosh, Jim’s penis was so huge. Excitement coursed through her. It weakened her, urged her to reach out to him…
No! She should stay away from him. But he looked so good without clothes.
“If I hadn’t been here that bastard would be fucking you right now,” he said in such a low voice she could barely hear her as he brushed past her.
“Any objections?” she teased.
He swore softly beneath his breath and shut the door with a slam, then he whirled around to face her.
“Why the hell are you walking around like this? You’re just begging for a man to fuck you, aren‘t you?” he whispered.
“I thought you said I would be the one who couldn’t handle this?”
He blinked at her as if she’d just slapped him.
“I can handle it, if you can.” His voice had turned to a deadly calm. She didn’t miss the note of challenge. For a moment she wanted to warn him that he was right and she had been drugged, but before she could voice her concern, he spoke again.
“Lay down on the bed. On your back. With your ass near the edge. Lift your knees up. Feet on the mattress. Spread your legs. You’re about to be taught a lesson.”
“Another finger fucking?” she asked, her breath hitching in her throat.
“How’d you know?”
