"Are you sure?” Uncertainty tainted her voice though she was wet from just the thought of Donny thrusting his dick in Jonah's ass.
"I'm sure, baby. Just let me do it. Let me—” He stopped when she arched her back and squirmed beneath him. “Does it make you hot to think of Donny fucking me?"
"Yes. Yes. Do it, Jonah.” She bucked underneath his solid weight.
He growled, a dangerous sound that whipped her into a sexual frenzy. He clasped her wrists in a bruising grip with one hand, as the other hand untied her leather corset. His fingers pinched her nipples as his teeth sank into her shoulder. His knee pressed onto her clit and rubbed it until she panted with need.
As his mouth traveled down and captured one of her nipples between his teeth, she whimpered. There were no gentle touches from Jonah, and Elise didn't want any. This was Donny fucking her, marking her. Jonah always did this for her. And, in return, she often wore a strap-on for him.
He stood and yanked her to her feet. With a flick of his arm, he turned her into the clear plasto wall, which was cold and solid beneath her fingers. Her breasts were mashed as Jonah pressed her into the wall with his body. His dick rested between her butt cheeks and she quivered. Her gaze was riveted to Donny on the other side of the barrier, and he made a slow inspection of every inch of her now naked body on display for him. The outline of his large cock was clearly visible to her and only made her wetter, hotter.
Jonah whispered in her ear, his hot breath an erotic touch all its own. “Do you see what we do to him?” His hips rotated, and his cock slid along her skin. “I'm going to touch you, flick your clit for him to see. You'll shatter in front of him. Watch his eyes. Watch him burn for you."
She moaned and trembled. Jonah's fingers found her erect nub and he pinched it, stroked it, until she was mindless and insane. “Oh God.” Her head dropped back on Jonah's shoulder.
As Jonah brought her close the edge of release, he kept whispering in her ear. “You should see how he stares at you, Elise.” His tongue swept along the spot below her ear. “He wants to touch you. He wants his fingers inside you, his cock in your ass."
"Oh please. Do it."
His fingers shifted and his soaked fingers spread her juices between her ass cheeks. He didn't stop manipulating her clit. Both his hands were occupied with her, one in front and one behind. He inserted a finger in her tight butt hole as he pressed his cock into the soft globes. The sensation of the cold plasto against her nipples, Jonah's fingers in her ass and on her clit and Donny's hot gaze on her body sent her reeling into a screaming orgasm.
She convulsed and Jonah growled in response. “You're so fucking hot, Elise. I'm going to fuck you so hard."
"Then do it,” she demanded and tried to shift to make him fuck her, fill her.
His fingers left her tight hole and smacked her ass. Hard. “Behave yourself.” He bit her neck. “I want to make you come for him again. See him? He wants this over."
She opened her eyes and met Donny's hot, angry gaze. He was both aroused and angered by her display, and it turned her on more to know what he wanted to do to her. The violent intent on his face was an aphrodisiac for her.
As Jonah continued to pinch and stroke her clit, Elise kept her stare on Donny and groaned when Donny touched his cock through his pants. Jonah's breath caught. “Don't take your eyes off him,” he whispered.
He spread her ass cheeks and slid home inside her tight hole. It burned. It hurt so good. His fingers kept her clit swollen and sensitive for a few more minutes and then thrust inside her slick channel. The sensation of his cock in her ass and his fingers in her pussy made her crazy and she thrust back against him, wild for completion.
It was rough fucking. He slammed inside her again and again until her ass throbbed in pain and pleasure. When she came, she screamed Donny's name. And when Jonah tossed back his head and spurted his cum inside her, he shouted so loud her ears rang.
She pulsed everywhere. Her pussy, her ass, her breasts were all sore. And she'd kept her gaze on Donny's the whole time, every convulsion, every explosion. The sight of his tight features as she splintered made her orgasm more intense.
Jonah turned her around and kissed her lips with a gentle brush. “I hope you know what you're doing, baby."
"I don't know what you mean."
"Don't you?” Jonah's blue eyes sparkled. “That is a man on his last nerve. I think you may have just snapped it."
"He wants me, but he won't fuck me.” She was pouting. She hated it when she pouted. “It's not like I'm freezing him out."
Suddenly, the barrier dropped and Donny stood behind them. “If you're done now, I think we should go."
Elise gritted her teeth. “Maybe I'd like to go two rounds,” she snapped.
Jonah bit his lip and his eyes twinkled with amusement. Donny, however, was stone cold furious if his clenched fists and narrowed eyes were anything to go by. “Perhaps, but I'd like to get some sleep tonight."
"Oh, you poor thing.” Sarcasm dripped from her tone. “Would you like me to tuck you in?"
The noise Donny made from the back of his throat made fear slice through Elise's veins. “Now."
She turned to Jonah and winked. With a sigh, she strode towards the door. “Tomorrow night, Jonah?” She tossed the words back over her shoulder. Donny's expression was priceless. He was pissed.
Jonah's eyebrows rose and he shot a glance at Donny's face and then back to hers. “I wouldn't miss it for the world, baby."
"Her name is Elise,” Donny snapped at Jonah.
Her eyes widened. His demeanor, the way he bristled, all pointed to a jealous man. But why would Donny be jealous? Jonah took what Elise had offered Donny, but he had turned down.
"Jonah can call me anything he wants.” She tossed her head and started to leave the VFR, but Donny's hand closed around her arm like a vise. He whipped her around so fast, her head spun a little.
"He can call you by your name or I'll start making phone calls. How does protective custody sound?"
"Like you're having a temper tantrum.” She stamped her foot. “I thought you were going to get reassigned anyway. What the fuck is wrong with you?"
He dropped her arm as if it burned him. “Nothing.” And his expression was closed, tight.
She shook her head. “Fine.” She turned her attention to Jonah. “Apparently, you are to call me Elise.” She glared at Donny. “Happy?"
She stomped out the door with Donny following her, cursing.
* * * *
They left the club, and Elise said nothing more to him. Donny was so furious he didn't trust himself to speak.
He didn't even know why he was angry. He'd stood there as a pair of wicked hazel eyes and her silvery grey eyes pinned him to that wall. His cock had hardened and strained as Jonah slammed his dick inside Elise's ass. He enjoyed watching. It turned him on. So why was he so angry that she'd made him watch?
Because he didn't want any other man to touch her.
Correct.
When they reached her quarters, she thought she was going to shut him out again. Not this time.
He slapped his hand in the open door and kept it from sliding closed before he was inside her room. Her scent was everywhere and taunted him. She still smelled like hot sex, wet and wild. Her dark hair was messy and askew and her face was still flushed, from anger or arousal, he didn't know.
"I'm not sleeping in the hallway,” he stated.
"Fine. Take the floor in here.” She strode to a small bar recessed in the wall. “I'm going to get drunk."
She lifted a bottle and grabbed a glass. Before she could pour it, Donny took the bottle away. “No. I want you sober."
"Don't tell me what to do.” She glared at him. “I need a drink."
With precision, he set the bottle on the counter and took her glass. “That's not what you need."
"Oh? You know what I need?” She laid on the sarcastic whip.
"I know exactly what you need.” All his resolve flew out the window. He
pressed his hand on her shoulder and pushed. She stumbled back.
"What are you doing?"
"Giving you what you need.” He pushed her again and she stepped backwards two more steps.
Her hands clenched into fists. “I don't need anything from you."
"Maybe not, but I'm going to be the one to give it to you anyway.” He pushed her hard.
She fell back into the bathroom and landed on her butt. He loomed over her but there was no fear on her face. Only anger. And something else. Something that called to him.
He gripped her upper arm and yanked her up on her feet. He bundled her into the shower and flicked on the spray. Hot water steamed the mirrors and filled the bathroom with fog. He slammed her into the tiles as the water streamed over her clothes and made her silvery shirt cling to her breasts.
With one jerk, he undid his pants and dropped them to the floor. “One word. Say it and I'll leave."
Her gaze challenged him, hot, angry, defiant, but her lips stayed silent. He kicked his pants away, his erection hard and ready. She attempted to escape the shower, but he caught her around the waist and slammed his body over hers on the tile. He shackled her hands behind her back with one of his and ripped her shirt in two with the other one. Water droplets flung all over the room as he tossed the remnants of her shirt onto the floor.
He stared at her breasts. Perfect and round, they beckoned and called to him for his attention. With her hands caught behind her back, they thrust out, scraping his skin. He stepped back and with his free hand, he jerked her head back until she was bent so he could get his teeth on her. She thrust into his mouth as he sucked on her nipple. When she lost her footing and slipped, he caught her from falling and lifted her so her legs rested on his hips.
His cock nestled at her entrance and her hands gripped the strands of his hair. He slammed her into the wall again and bit her neck, marked her, claimed her. She was his. No bruises given by another man would be like his. No marks on her wouldn't be obliterated by his.
But he didn't want to finish this here. He had plans, needs, things he saw she wouldn't let herself have. He set her away from him, the water still pounding over them. She stood with her arms over her breasts, her skirt twisted and her boots wet. He grabbed her by the hair and her eyes widened in surprise. “Naked.” She stared at him. "Now."
Defiance still shone in her gaze, but she stripped off the wet skirt and removed her boots. She glared at him when she was finished, naked and shivering. He was going to have to warm her up. And that task wasn't one he minded at all.
"Get on the bed,” he told her.
"Orders don't turn me on.” She sneered at him.
"No, but when you do what I say, it turns me on.” He stroked his engorged cock with his fist.
She licked her lips and visions of her mouth taking his cock flitted through his brain. Later. He'd get some of that later. Right now, he wanted to taste her sweet pussy. She had let Jonah touch her there, but he was going to make her forget his caresses.
As she crawled on the bed, she faced him like a wild cat on all fours with her eyes narrowed and her body tense. All that did was make him hotter for her.
He approached the bed and stood a whisper away from her mouth. Her breath stroked the skin of his chest. Ruthlessly, he twisted his hand in her hair and dragged her onto her back. She cried out and arched to try and escape him. Her legs dangled over the end of the bed and he held her upper body down with one hand. Her pussy was exposed, beautiful, open.
Her body jerked when his fingers stroked her clit and he pressed his thumb along the seam of her core. She began to fight him in earnest, her fingers tore at his arm and she heaved her whole body up in protest.
But he was too far gone, too desperate to feel her, taste her, fuck her. He was brutal and harsh as he slammed her back on the bed. Her hands were caught under her body, which thrust her breasts into his chest.
His cock throbbed between her thighs. He leaned over her and took possession of her mouth with his. The inside of her sweet mouth was intoxicating and he lost himself as he dominated her. She squirmed and thrashed beneath him and he growled against her mouth. He trapped her hands beneath her body and covered her with his body.
And gasped in excruciating pain when her knee connected with his package.
He bent over and reached a hand out to brace his body. As he collapsed on the bed, Elise bolted for the bathroom and closed the door between them.
A pain of another kind ripped through him. What had he done?
He sat up on the bed, his head in his hands. His penis and balls ached from the force of her resistance. Anguish twisted his guts. He'd almost raped her. What was wrong with him? Was he so warped that only violence turned him on?
With a heavy sigh, he knocked on the bathroom door. “Elise?” I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. The words clogged in his throat.
"I'm here.” Her voice sounded calm, controlled.
"I'll get someone else to take care of you.” He ignored the silent shout of resistance in his mind.
"No."
He stared at the door. “What?"
"I won't fuck you, but you don't have to find someone else,” she said, in such a calm way.
"I understand.” He touched the cool metal between them and wondered what it was about him that fucked everything up.
"No, you really don't. But I'm done arguing with you."
"Are you going to come out?” He closed his eyes and leaned against the door.
"Hand me some clothes through the door please.” He couldn't read her tone at all. He didn't hear anger or fear. She seemed completely calm and unaffected by what just happened.
With a curse, he strode over to her closet and flicked through her wardrobe. He chose the most chaste outfit he could find. Her coveralls. Then, he tapped on the bathroom door. “You'll have to open the door."
She slid the metal barrier open a small amount and reached out a languid hand. He pressed the coveralls into her palm and resisted the temptation to rip the doors open and finish what they started.
"How's your package?” she asked him, her voice hesitant.
"Sore. Did I hurt you?"
She didn't speak for a moment. Then, “Yes.” But something about the way she said the word gave it emphasis, as if there was a meaning behind it.
"Do you need a medic?” He frowned. Though the whole encounter had been a whirl, he didn't remember doing anything that would have been that bad.
"No,” she replied, and the door whished open. Her gaze stayed on the floor as she scooted passed him. He gritted his teeth as she made sure to allow no physical contact.
"Elise, I—.” Words failed him. “We really need to talk.” He ran an impatient hand through his hair.
She glanced at him, her grey eyes mysterious and incomprehensible to him. “Go ahead."
Her vid phone jangled, and made her start nervously. He sighed. It figured they'd be interrupted. She shot him a quick look and answered the vid phone.
"Elise Fleming."
"Dr. Fleming, this is Senator Julian Cormant."
"Senator, what can I do for you?"
Donny's eyebrows rose. Did Elise normally get vid phone calls late at night from Earth Central Senators?
"I'm afraid I'm going to impose on your hospitality. I'd like you to welcome a Dormrelian Ambassador who is going to visit Asberek. I've contacted Dr. Carstairs to rearrange your schedule at the Temple to accommodate Ambassador Slavern's visit.” The Senator's handsome visage broke into a smile. “As the leading expert on Dormrelian customs and culture, I decided you would be the best person to greet him and give him a tour."
"I see.” Elise's face held no expression. She neither seemed flattered by the assignment nor put out by the disruption of her schedule. Donny wished he knew her better so he could read what was written on her face.
When she smiled, he immediately recognized her professional “Fuck You” smile. He'd seen that one before. “I appreciate the opportunity to spend time w
ith the Ambassador.” Her tone sounded appreciative, but Donny knew she was lying. His keen gaze noted her finger tapping her leg and her pulse throbbed in her throat. A lie. She didn't want to meet this Ambassador Slavern.
He wondered why.
As the archeologist leading the dig at the temple, Donny thought she'd be thrilled to meet with a Dormrelian who could answer questions and exchange information.
Then it hit him.
It was the exchange of information she didn't like. She didn't want to tell this ambassador anything.
"When will he be arriving?” Elise still smiled for the vid phone.
"Tomorrow around midday. Apparently, he's looking forward to meeting you."
"As am I.” She lied so well.
She and the senator said their farewell pleasantries.
When she hung up the vid phone, she frowned. “Why now?"
Donny nodded. Good question. Two scientists dead from apparent sabotage, work at Elise's site slowed to a crawl because of the debris from the explosion that killed them and Donny Pasquel assigned to protect her.
Why now?
He paced her quarters. She watched him with a guarded expression. “You think this has to do with you, don't you?"
"I do. I haven't told you the good news.” He stopped and met her gaze. “Kliro escaped. Earth Central warned me this afternoon."
Sympathy shone in her eyes. “I'm sorry, Donny. He's probably light years away."
He snorted. “No, he isn't. I was his pet project, his weapon aimed to start an intergalactic war. I don't even know what hold he has over me.” An uneasy feeling spread through his belly. He'd never questioned anything Kliro did. Those trips on a shuttle that he couldn't remember, those injections that may or may not have been Dormrelian DNA were all a blur, a blank.
"He doesn't have a hold on you anymore.” Elise stuck her chin up and glared at him. “You've broken free from him."
He stared at her. “Tonight proves I haven't. I almost raped you,” he said baldly.
"But you stopped. You could have smashed that door down.” Her gaze fell. “Besides, I started out totally willing."
"My throbbing cock says you weren't that willing."
"You scared me.” She glanced at him quickly. “Not because I think you'll hurt me physically.” She stopped, hesitated.
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