by Regine Abel
Rubbing my cock against her, I coated it with her slick juices. I pushed inside her. She felt exquisitely tight and warm. As expected, my cock was too big. I tried pushing further but met with resistance, her folds squeezing in on all sides. Controlling my breathing, I struggled to squash my impatience. I inched forward, slowly, deliberately. Rocking in and out, I gained a few inches at the time. I snaked my hand between us and rubbed her clitoris. She shuddered, her legs relaxing around me. Her resistance faded and my cock slipped in deeper until my balls rubbed against her.
At last… at long last, she was mine. I could die from the blissful warmth that gripped my length. My obsession with her was absurd, but I had never wanted a woman as much as I wanted her. The whole time I was taking possession of her, my gaze never left hers. There would be no doubt in her mind whose cock was fucking her. She lay still beneath me, the rapid rise and fall of her chest brushing against mine. I gave her a moment to adjust to my girth. Though I’d never admit it, I was also reining myself in. She felt so damn good, it wouldn’t take much for me to come again. But I hadn’t waited all these years to have her, only to spill after two strokes.
“You’re nice and tight, my pet,” I said against her lips as I began to rock in and out of her. “Nice and wet for your master’s cock… your Braxian master’s cock.”
She didn’t get the hint; that was fine. We had plenty of time for her to remember how she claimed never to let a Braxian cock near her. Each stroke sent coils of fire in my belly. I couldn’t let her see the power she held over me. I fisted her hair with more force than needed. She winced. I accelerated the tempo.
“Whose pussy is this?” I demanded.
“Yours,” she said breathily.
“Whose cock gets to fuck you, however, whenever, wherever?”
“Yours… Your cock.”
“Who do you belong to, pet?”
“You, Anton. I belong to you.”
I crushed her lips with mine, my tongue taking over hers. Her heated response and her sexy moans sent me over the edge. Ramming my cock in and out of her, I devoured her mouth. Her hands on my shoulders sneaked around my back, as she pressed herself against me. I nipped at her shoulder and sucked on the delicate flesh of her neck, made salty by a thin coat of perspiration.
For a moment, I regretted not having stripped before I took her, wanting to feel her skin against mine. There was no stopping now though. The fire building inside me was about to erupt. Initially, I hadn’t planned on bothering with Grace’s pleasure. She was here for mine and for my vengeance. But the thought of her screaming in ecstasy while wrapped around my cock made me so damn hard it hurt. I changed my angle until her blissful shout confirmed I had found her sweet spot. I felt her nails trying to dig into my back through my shirt.
“Anton!” she cried out. “Yes! Yes!”
I wasn’t good enough for you, yet how you scream my name now.
Her shouts sent a blistering bolt of lust straight to my balls that were already drawing up. Grinding my teeth, I slipped my hand between us and rubbed her clit while slamming my dick into her sweet spot. At last, her body seized. She stared at me, her mouth stretched in a silent ‘O’ while her inner walls clamped down on my cock. I exploded with a roar, my seed shooting out in blissful spurts within her. Her head tilted back, and the air rushed out of her in a rapturous moan. I covered her neck and jawline with kisses while the involuntary contractions of her pussy choked the last drops of semen out of me.
I ached to pull her into my embrace and savor the warmth of post-coital intimacy. Instead, I pulled out of her and sat on my haunches while getting my breathing under control. I pretended not to see the hurt and confusion on her face – gentle cuddling wasn’t in the nature of our relationship. The sex had been mind-blowing though, even better than the blowjob.
Grace’s passionate response was an unexpected treat I wouldn’t mind indulging in a while longer. The Braxian delegation wasn’t due for another week. Maybe I should revise my plans for the next few days. Revenge, after all, was a patient beast. A few more days to enjoy the clueless beauty would make no difference to the retribution that awaited her.
After tucking myself back in my pants, I got up and walked over to an unassuming little box on my desk.
“Stay as you are,” I said when she started to sit up.
Dana delivered the box this morning. I picked it up while casting a fiendish smile at Grace. She eyed me warily as I grabbed a towel from the mini-bar on my way back to her. Kneeling between her thighs, I opened the box. When I reached for its content, she instinctively tried to close her legs. My warning gaze stopped her.
“Put your feet flat on the floor and spread wide,” I said with a stern voice.
Grace licked her lips, her throat working, but complied. She was a delightful sight fully naked but for the pumps on her feet. Too bad the heels weren’t higher. Using the towel, I wiped some of our mixed essences leaking from her. I took the Kegel beads from the box and rubbed them gently on her wet pussy. Once they were fully coated with her juices, I slowly pushed them inside her, grazing her clit with my thumb at the same time. She shuddered prettily then remained still while I cleaned her. I wiped my hands with the towel then helped her up. Her face was flushed and her lips swollen.
I crushed the desire to take her again.
“Brace yourself, sweetheart,” I said as sole warning.
The beads vibrated inside her, activated by the remote in my hand. Grace cried out and clung to me, trembling with pleasure. My arm wrapped tightly around her for support. Unable to resist the call of her milky skin, I covered her neck with soft kisses. Meanwhile, I adjusted the setting of the beads until Grace’s moans dwindled to a light panting.
Once confident she was steady on her legs again, I released her. “Get dressed and wait for me by the lift in five minutes. I’m taking you out for dinner.”
She gaped at me and placed a hand below her navel. “With this thing?”
I smirked. “Yes. Let’s see how much control you have.”
Grace swallowed but nodded. Cupping her face in my hands, I gave her a hard kiss. “I’m going to enjoy owning you, Grace.”
I released her and strolled out of the room. “Don’t forget, no thong,” I said over my shoulder before closing the door to my office.
CHAPTER 3
Grace
Anton’s hand on the small of my back coaxed me into Risqué, the fanciest restaurant on the Venus Hive space station. For years, I dreamt of entering the VIP section of any of the Hive Network pleasure barges. Who would have imagined that dream would come true in the mother of them all?
Every single eye in the room was on us as we headed to Anton’s personal table. Though discreet, I could feel their assessing gazes, weighing and judging. No doubt they found me lacking. My dress was decent enough but nowhere near the quality of the sinfully wealthy clientele around me. Pulling my shoulders back, I walked with false confidence, trying to look like I belonged. For some reason, I wanted to make Anton proud and spare him any kind of embarrassment. The overwhelming need to please, especially whomever I considered my current partner, was one of my many flaws. It often made me do or accept things that, deep down, I knew were wrong.
My last boyfriend, Paul, would often hold my arm so tightly bruises formed. Yet, I kept smiling. I always smiled.
I knew my reaction to Anton was completely irrational. Sure, I was a superficial girl. As long as it looked beautiful or glittered, my interest perked up. However, what really mattered to me was having a place to call home, a warm bed to sleep in, food in my belly, and ideally, someone to look after me. That didn’t mean you shouldn’t spoil me with fancy stuff, but I wouldn’t be miserable without it.
Marcus had been my childhood best friend, before growing up into the gorgeous, sweet-talking man who took good care of me. He loved the way I flaunted my assets, which also helped my career. However conceited that may sound, my body was hot and I craved attention. I loved having men – an
d women – drooling and fantasizing about me. It turned me on. My usual dress code made sure I never went unnoticed and gave those who saw me plenty to dream about.
But Anton’s face didn’t fit my attraction requirements, even though he had the body of a god. I kept him as a last resort because I didn’t think I could submit to him sexually without being repulsed. And yet, my girly bits seemed to have a will of their own. The minute I touched him for that first kiss, I became instantly aroused. Going down on a man never tasted so good. The salty spiciness of him still lingered on my taste buds. And that tongue of his when he returned the favor? Holy shit! Anton was extremely well endowed – I had never felt so full. The way he took me… I couldn’t believe I was getting wet again just thinking about it. No man had ever made me come so hard. And those beads… When did he intend to use them? The anticipation was driving me insane.
However, something was off between us. He wanted me; the way he looked at me, couldn’t seem to keep his hands off me said it all. But sometimes, there was a cold, hard, almost cruel glint in his eyes. And the way he pulled away from me as soon as he climaxed had been… strange and hurtful. Anton owned me. I was officially his property, to do with as he pleased for the next six months. If he wished to be cold, I would have to suck it up. Hopefully, it wouldn’t be the case. I didn’t fare too well without affection and caring.
We reached our table on an elevated dais with a perfect view of the stage and dining room. The beige walls made the room look even bigger and made a sharp contrast with the shiny dark brown wooden floor. Wall lamps, propped at the top of pillars strategically placed not to obstruct the view of the stage, provided a soft ambient light. The restaurant was almost full. The patrons were mainly couples with a few larger groups alongside the walls. Only one other booth on the elevated dais was occupied.
Anton sat next to me on our circular leather seat. He lifted the hem of my skirt and rested his hand on my lap. His fingers drew slow circles along my inner thigh.
I liked that.
A sexy waitress in a skin-tight white leather uniform made a beeline for our table. Matching red shoes, red hair and lipstick made her pop.
“Welcome to Risqué, Mr. Myers. What can we offer you today?” the waitress asked, pushing forward boobs whose size defied gravity.
“Want to have a look at the menu, Grace?” Anton asked.
As if I could recognize half the items on the list. “Would you mind choosing for me? Something surprising, exotic.”
“Do you want meat?” he asked.
“I always want meat,” I said without thinking.
My face heated at his raised eyebrow. I didn’t mean it like that. Well, okay, maybe my subconscious did. It had been too long since I got laid. After that orgasm, I wouldn’t object a round two. While Anton sorted out the details of our order, I discreetly observed the patrons in the room. They were all humans or humanoid-looking. The Commons, the popular section of the space station – translate that as the paupers’ area – had more diversity and also more risk of interspecies brawls. Quite a few patrons held leashes to half-naked men or women kneeling at their feet. I didn’t know Risqué allowed masters to bring their pets inside.
“They are here for the grand opening of Sade next week,” Anton said in response to my unspoken question.
“Sade? The fancy new S and M club?”
“The fetish club,” he corrected. “Marissa, the owner, spared no expense to make sure every possible non-vanilla fantasy will be satisfied. Needless to say, those in the lifestyle are eager to put this boast to the test.”
My eyes flicked back to one of the pets. He was a good-looking, androgynous young man. His master tossed him a bit of food which he licked off the floor. I flinched and glanced at Anton.
“Have you ever owned a pet?” I asked.
“Isn’t that what you are?” His hand on my thigh slid up higher and his fingers teased the seam of my pussy. I couldn’t help an involuntary twitch as my skin flushed. “You are mine to do with as I please. There is no question I want submissive obedience from you.” Anton turned on the beads and I gasped at the sudden wave of pleasure. “How that will translate, time will tell. For now, however, it’s your pleasure I want, in all its forms.”
“Anton… please.”
My hands clenched the edge of the table, white knuckled. I panted, beads of sweat pearling on my forehead. I wanted to throw my head back and moan with pleasure and spread my legs wider to give his wicked hand better access. But I couldn’t. Not here with every eye pretending not to be spying on us. The light ambient music would never cover the sound I would make. I wasn’t a screamer but I wasn’t quiet either.
“Please what, Grace?” His tone was falsely innocent.
“I can’t… They’re going to hear…”
“I want you to come for me, Grace. Right here, right now. And I want you to be discreet. Can you do that for me?” Anton whispered, his lips brushing against my ear.
“Anton…”
“Do you have any idea how fucking hard it makes me when you say my name like that?” Anton said through gritted teeth. His thumb started rubbing my clit. “Kiss me, Grace, and come for me.”
Anton’s commanding tone made my stomach flip-flop. My skin tingled expectantly. Grateful for an excuse to hide my face from the patrons’ prying eyes, I crushed my lips against his. Anton’s tongue took over my mouth and, at the same time, he increased the intensity of the vibration of the beads. He swallowed my barely repressed scream of ecstasy as my orgasm overwhelmed me. The vibration blessedly slowed, then stopped. Anton broke our kiss. Shaking, I brought my legs together. I leaned against the backrest, trying to collect myself.
“Good girl,” Anton whispered with a soft kiss on my temple.
The buxom waitress returned with our drinks. Her knowing smile told me she delayed bringing them to us to give us a bit of privacy. Avoiding eye contact with her, I took a large sip of wine, forcing myself not to down the entire glass in one go.
“You shouldn’t have done that,” I said after the waitress left.
He swirled his wine in his glass. “Why not?”
I took a quick look at the room. “People could have seen us… probably did see us the way they’re all staring.”
One of the patrons winked at me while a few others averted their eyes.
“And you loved every bit of it,” he deadpanned. At my incredulous stare, he continued, “The thought of getting caught excites the fuck out of you. You like being watched. Even now, you love that every single person in this room has their mind on you, wondering what I’m doing to you. The thought of them watching my hand slip into you makes you wet. Tell me I’m wrong.”
Trying to hide the heat creeping up my cheeks, I took another gulp of the fruity wine. I would never admit how right he was. A shiver ran up my spine, realizing how well he seemed to know me.
I gave him an inquisitive look. “Doesn’t it bother you what people say?”
Anton shook his head while taking a sip of his wine. “I don’t give two shits what these people think about me. I’d have air locked myself into space a long time ago if I did. The only thing that matters to me is the fact that I finally have what I want.”
The weight of his eyes on me made clear what… who he was referring to. Our food arriving prevented me from asking him to clarify what he meant. This was the second time Anton hinted at having wanted me for a while.
The meal was on a whole other level. Not only was the plating beautiful and refined, but the flavors and textures were divine. I didn’t know what the food was, only that the meat was juicy, tender and seasoned to perfection. The side dishes were fresh and ideally paired with the main course. I especially liked the sautéed vegetables. Crispy, just on this side of spicy hot. They didn’t set your throat on fire but gave your tongue a nice little tingle. How could I ever go back to the greasy gruel I once believed the epitome of fine dining?
A stunning woman walked into the restaurant. I recognized her as
Sheila Vincent. While I was fairly confident in my own beauty, Sheila took hot to the extreme. The platinum blonde was tall and sexy, with out-of-this-world curves. Thigh length curly golden hair framed a breathtaking face with sharp cheekbones, startling blue eyes, and plush lips made to wrap around a man’s cock. Like me, she was a singer. Unlike me, she performed in her own big-ticket show in the Hive’s VIP section. A number of patrons greeted her along the way, while others were content to admire her from a distance. As she walked past our table, Sheila cast a smoldering look at Anton and saluted him with a nod. He returned the gesture and watched her strut her way to a table near the stage.
Fuck that bitch.
Taken aback by my bout of jealousy, I looked away. Why should I care who he looks at? I knew better than to fall back into my old patterns, especially this soon. Marcus cheated on me so many times I had grown numb to it. Anton wasn’t my boyfriend – I was his exclusive property for the duration of our contract, not the other way around. It scared me that after a single tumble, I was already getting this territorial. But Sheila was no joke.
“Why did you enter into this agreement with me?” I asked, genuinely confused. “What’s in it for you?”
Anton’s eyes roamed over me meaningfully. “Isn’t it obvious?”
“Well, yes but, like you said, twelve million credits is a lot. With your position, you can have pretty much any woman you want, for free. Or at least, for way cheaper than this deal.” I glanced at Sheila giving her order to the same buxom waitress that had served us. “Not that I’m ungrateful. You literally saved my life. But I can’t help wondering why.”
Anton took a bite of meat – he had requested his rare – and chewed slowly, as if pondering how he wanted to answer my question or whether to answer it at all. He swallowed and leveled his dark eyes on me.
“Do you remember the first time we met?” he asked.
“On Lilith Hive?”
“No, Grace. A few years ago.”
