Across the Stars

by India Masters

  When she emerged from the dressing rooms, Solae felt confident no one would recognize her as the bad girl bounty hunter. Her black hair had gone to blonde, her sapphire eyes to green, and her black catsuit to a red plaid, pleated miniskirt. She would have looked like an innocent schoolgirl if the skirt had been longer. And, well, if she hadn’t donned a red satin corset and thigh-high black stockings. The sexy pumps added three inches to her height.

  She approached the bar. “Well, darling, do I pass muster?”

  Alucard’s eyes nearly bugged out of his head. “I wouldn’t know you if I passed you on the street, but I’d certainly follow you around with my tongue hanging out.” He leered at her. “And just where are your cuffs, love?”

  “Why holding up my stockings, of course.”

  He made a strangled noise at the sight of the two silver snake-like bands wrapped around her slender thighs, the head devouring the tail, and pointed to the door. “Out, before I force myself on you, wench.”

  Solae laughed and headed for the door, swinging her hips as she walked.

  The walk to The Virgin’s Blood Tavern was only five blocks, but the atmosphere changed dramatically the closer she got to her destination. The neighborhood was decidedly seedy. The men standing on the street corners leered, and some followed behind her, angling for her attention.

  The music coming from the tavern was loud, the lyrics crude. She pushed through the door and paused in the entryway to let her eyes adjust to the dim interior. The place hadn’t changed much in two years. It still smelled of stale ale, tobacco smoke, and sweaty bodies. The clientele still consisted of men with questionable pasts and women attracted to danger.

  Two muscle-bound, tattooed bouncers stood at the entryway, massive arms folded across barrel chests. Solae pasted a seductive smile on her face and approached. “What’s the cover tonight fellas?”

  The bigger of the two looked her up and down. “Usually it’s five sterling union coins, but for you, there’s no cover…if you show me a little something.”

  Solae gave him a make-believe gasp, then dug into her bodice and pulled out a coin. She tossed it behind her and said, “Oops, I dropped something.” Turning around, she bent at the waist to pick up the coin, giving both men a view of her thong-covered ass.

  Both grinned, and stepped aside. “That’s a first class ass,” the bigger one said. “You don’t find what you’re looking for in there, I get off when the eastern sun sets.”

  Solae smiled and squeezed his bicep. “Mmm, mmm, mmm. I do love a man with big, strong arms. I’ll keep it in mind, lover boy.”

  She strutted to the bar and ordered a Red Crown Ale, then turned and leaned against the bar, eyes scanning the crowd. There were at least two minor bounties sitting at a table in the back, but they weren’t worth enough for her to waste her time. She had bigger fish to fry. And there he was, sitting on an upholstered bench, his long legs stretched out in front of him, watching two women making out on the dance floor. Solae finished her ale and ordered another one. Nothing ventured, nothing gained, she decided, and pushed away from the bar.

  The bench where her mark was sitting ran the length of the dance floor. It was filled mostly with men, watching the entertainment. This was the type of establishment where just about anything went. Women danced together, making out, touching one another. Men ground themselves against women in imitation of the act they hoped to perform later. Others, like the pirate, Yega, chose to watch. Solae approached slowly, giving him time to notice her.

  “Hello, lover, mind if I squeeze in beside you?” she asked, her voice low and smoky.

  The pirate offered her a come-on smile. “You can sit on my lap, kitten,” he purred. “We’ll talk about the first thing that pops up.”

  Solae laughed softly. She grabbed the back of the bench and swung her leg over his lap, leaning down, almost brushing his lips with hers. She hovered above him for a moment, smiling seductively. “Interesting proposition, lover boy. I do love a nice hard…lap.” She swung her other leg over him and snuggled in beside him on the bench.

  He leaned over. “What’s your name, kitten?”

  Solae licked her lips. “Does it matter?”

  “I like to know who I’m fucking, sweetheart.”

  She ran a fingernail up his thigh. “So confident. I like it. My name is Europa. What’s yours?”

  “Yega.” He studied her for a long moment, his eyes dipping to the cleavage threatening to spill over the top of her corset. “You look good enough to eat, kitten.”

  Solae returned his appraising gaze. He really was quite good-looking — big, muscular, with maroon strips in his black hair and the feathered earring, just as described. A pity, really. “Do I now? And what about you, Yega? Are you good enough to eat?”

  She watched his eyes dilate and knew she had him. Men were so easy it was almost pathetic.

  “Are you hungry, little one? Because, if you are, I know a place we can go to gorge ourselves.”

  Solae merely raised an eyebrow and looked at the stairs leading up to the rooms where the prostitutes plied their trade.

  “No, kitten. Not up there. Outside, around the back. I have a room above the bar.”

  She smiled. “Do tell. And does it have a bed, this room of yours?”

  The pirate laughed. “A big one, kitten. Made for a big man.”

  Solae dipped her eyes to his crotch, watching his cock swell. “Kiss me first.”

  He grinned. “Why?”

  “Well, if a man doesn’t kiss worth a damn, he doesn’t fuck worth a damn.” She curved her tongue around her bottom lip, showing him her ruby tongue jewel.

  She gasped when Yega pulled her onto his lap, bent her over his arm and kissed her, demonstrating his skill. He wasn’t a bad kisser for a murdering scumbag.

  “Good enough?” he asked, a smug smile on his face.

  “Better than good enough, lover boy. Lead the way.”

  Solae took his hand and let him lead her past the bar and through the entryway, where the big bouncer gave her a mournful look. She grazed his cheek with a fingernail. “I’ll be back soon, lover.”

  Yega laughed. “No she won’t, brother. At least not before you leave for the night.”

  Out the door, Solae gave a whoop of laugher as Yega pushed her up against the front of the building and kissed her again. She grasped his ass in her hands and pulled him against her, then triggered the injector on her tongue jewel as he buried his tongue in her mouth.

  A moment later, she broke the kiss. The sedative would take effect any moment, and she didn’t want the bouncers to see the big man brought to his knees. As she urged the pirate around the side of the building, she spied Raav. The moment she saw him, she knew by the look on his face he’d recognized her. And he wasn’t happy. Son of a bitch!

  “Come on, lover, let’s go upstairs,” she urged the pirate.

  He took a few staggering steps, then fell against the wall, sliding down, his feet sprawled in front of him.

  She pressed the release button on the snake restraints and shook them out. “Nighty-night, big guy,” she crowed, and cuffed him.

  Chapter Seven

  Raav was livid. She dared kiss another man? To practically have sex with him outside the rankest bar on the outpost? Furious, he stormed into the alley but was brought up short when he saw her cuffing the brute. He struggled to swallow, pushing back his anger as she stood up.

  “Lucky for me you arrived when you did,” she said, grinning. “I don’t think I have the strength to lift this scumbag. Call an air taxi, will you? This one’s not only worth a hefty sum, he’s also one of Du-ket’s men.”

  Raav gave a terse nod and went out to the mouth of the alley to a call box and requested the taxi. “I take it he’s going back to the ship with us?”

  “Of course. He might prove useful, don’t you think. I assume you have a brig?”

  “We do. And I’m tempted to throw you in a cell, too.”

  “Me? What did I do?”


  Raav stalked toward her, eyes narrowed dangerously. “What did you do?” he asked softly. “You mean, besides practically fucking him on a public street?” She actually had the nerve to laugh!

  “I did no such thing. I merely grabbed his ass and kissed him so I could inject him.” She stuck out her tongue to show him the jewel. “Besides, what if I had? It’s no concern of yours.” She regarded him, lust heating her eyes. “I believe hell just froze over — Raav Asirian is jealous!”

  Raav shoved her roughly against the wall. “Now, that’s where you’re wrong. I don’t do jealousy, but just so you know, everything to do with you is my business. Did you think I was kidding when I told you that you were mine, Solae?”

  “Sex talk,” she protested.

  Raav shook his head. “No, aschema, it wasn’t sex talk. Yes, I was fucking you at the time, but I meant every word. You are mine.”

  She straightened her spine, her mouth settling in a firm line, her eyes narrowing into tiny slits of outrage.

  “I belong to no man, Asirian. It’s best you don’t forget.”

  Her nostrils flared and a fierce scowl marred her brow, but he could tell by her accelerated breathing that she was aroused by his dominating words.

  “I beg to differ, Solae.” He raised his hand to her cheek, caressing her softly, before leaning down to kiss her. “My little bounty hunter,” he whispered against her neck. “So beautiful, so cold…except when you’re with me.” He kissed the tops of her breasts, then pulled the corset down until they sprang free.

  “I make you burn, aschema. Can you deny that?” His lips moved lower, closing around a nipple. It was all he could do not to chuckle when she moaned. His teeth scraped her nipple; he drew it deeper into his hungry mouth.

  His hand slid beneath her skirt and searching fingers plucked at the scrap of silk covering her pussy. He cupped her mound, slowly caressing her labia. When he felt her shudder against his hand, he spread his fingers to lightly stroke her inner lips. His mouth went back to the pulse point of her neck, kissing and nibbling her sensitive skin. She moaned, grasping his shoulders for support.

  “Your pussy’s so hot and wet, Solae.” He slid his fingers through the cream at her opening to moisten them, then stroked each side of her clit, barely touching it. She was breathing harder now, practically gasping. He grazed her clit, circling it gently before rubbing it with the pad of one finger.

  “Oh, stars,” Solae groaned. “You’re going to make me come, Asirian.”

  “That’s my intent, aschema.” He increased pressure on the swollen bud, circling and rubbing side to side as her legs began to quiver. Her hips thrust against his hand and he slid two fingers into her pussy, curving them against her slick walls, pumping hard and fast as she came with a gush, her fingers biting into his shoulders. He swallowed her cries with his mouth, pumping his fingers into her as she came again. She slumped against the wall.

  Raav relinquished her pussy, covered her with her panties, and rearranged her skirt. He grasped her chin and forced her to watch as he sucked her essence from his fingers. “You are mine, Solae. I know it, and you know it. Fight it if you must, but it will change nothing.” She opened her mouth to speak but the air taxi arrived. He gave her a fierce, fiery kiss, then released her. “To be continued, aschema.” Then he went to the pirate and hoisted him over his shoulder. “Come with me now, we’ll toss this piece of shit in the brig.” With a mute nod, she followed.

  By the time Raav finished overseeing the care and treatment of Solae’s prisoner and saw that all the supplies had been loaded, Solae had showered and crawled into her own bed. He shook his head, grinning at his empty room. Would there ever come a time when she didn’t feel the need to assert her independence? He took a quick shower and joined her in her quarters.

  He stood in the doorway watching her sleep. One arm curved above her head, while the other rested between her breasts. The silken sheet had slid past her waist, exposing the two pale globes. One tanned, cocked leg peeked invitingly from beneath the sheet. Her slightly parted lips made him want to slip his cock between them and have her suck him until he came.

  He smiled ruefully. Before he’d moved Solae in, this had been his special playroom, and was equipped with several features she knew nothing about. Seeing her lying there like she was, he thought it was time to let her know just how serious he was when he told her she belonged him. Of course, after what he planned to do, she’d probably bite off his cock if given the opportunity. He crossed the room to the hidden closet and began to assemble his favorite toy.

  Raav whipped the covers off Solae’s body, bent down, and pulled her over his shoulder.

  “Whaaa?” she asked, groggy from sleep.

  As quickly as possible, he draped her over his special stand and cuffed her hands to the legs.

  “What the fuck!” Solae barked, struggling against the restraints.

  Raav dodged her flailing foot and grasped her ankle, pulling her leg down to attach it to the frame.

  “Damn you, Asirian! What the fuck are you doing?”

  He grasped her other ankle and cuffed it to the other side of the frame. He nipped her ass before straightening and walking around in front of her. He grinned in amusement. “Well, let’s see. You’re bent over this comfortably padded bench, arms and legs spread eagle, ass in the air. Care to guess what’s going to happen next?”

  He whipped off his towel to show her his fully erect cock, raising his eyebrow as she bared her teeth at him.

  “You motherfucker!”

  He stepped around behind her and smacked her ass, hard, with a leather-clad paddle. When she howled in outrage, he chuckled. He knew damned well he hadn’t hurt her, though the swat surely had some sting.

  “Now, now, aschema. Mind your language. I have never fucked my mother. But I am going to fuck you. Numerous times, and in every way possible. By the time we’re done, you’ll admit you belong to me.”

  “Never, you fucking bastard!”

  He swung the paddle again, delivering another stinging blow. “Another slur on my mother?” He watched her take a large gulp of air, gearing up for another tirade. Before she could begin, he leaned down and ran his tongue across the light pink imprint of the paddle, satisfied when her ass clenched.

  Raav knelt behind her and parted the rosy globes of her ass, exposing her glistening pussy. “What have we here?” he mused, dipping his finger into the moisture. “Could it be you like what I’m planning to do to you?”

  “You son of a bitch!” She howled as the paddle whacked her ass again, moaning when he attached his mouth to her pussy, licking and sucking until she quivered.

  “I’m going to gut you in your sleep.”

  He chuckled. “I sincerely doubt that, aschema. You’ll be too tired.” He paddled her twice more for insubordination, then dove into her pussy again. He lapped and slurped, bringing her to the edge of orgasm, then stopped.

  “Damn you, Asirian, finish me!”

  Raav ran his hands over her pretty, pink ass, soothing the burn. “I don’t think so. We’ve only just begun. You’ll come when I decide it’s time for you to come, and not before.” He nibbled at her cheeks, then touched his tongue to her puckered anus. “I think I’ll fuck your gorgeous ass tonight, aschema. I’ve been wanting to since our first night together.” He paused, sipping at her pussy again. “But first, we have to prepare you for my cock.”

  * * * * *

  Solae tensed when she felt the beaded anal plug against the tiny opening. Oh, stars in heaven, it’s bigger than the first one. But she wanted it. Lord, how she wanted it!

  Raav’s voice soothed her as she jerked against the invading toy in her ass. His fingers moved to her pussy and she moaned as he teased her clit. The plug advanced another inch, breaching the tight ring of her anus. He eased it back, then forward, and the larger bead penetrated her. White hot heat filled her pussy. She wanted to glove his cock in the heat pooling between her legs, make him as wildly needy as he made her.


  Solae cried out at the burning pleasure-pain filling her ass. “Oooh,” she moaned as two, thick fingers thrust into her pussy. Another bead penetrated her as his fingers pumped deeper and she hissed. “Yes, oooh, Raav, yes!”

  “Shall I give it all to you, Solae? Hmm?”

  “Yes!” She shrieked as the plug was firmly seated, aroused at the feel of it buried so deep.

  “Now to fill your pussy, aschema.”

  The feel of his cock pressing against her feminine core nearly did her in. The head penetrated, pulled out, then advanced again, and she nearly growled from the pleasure. Dear gods, what was it about being trussed up like a roasting bird that elevated her pleasure so? Had she always had these tendencies or was it only Raav who brought them out. Whatever it was, she wanted more.

  “Yes, Asirian,” she gasped. “Fuck me. Let me have all of you.”

  She realized her mistake immediately. He backed out of her, leaving only a scant inch of his cock inside her.

  “Say please,” Raav demanded.

  Solae gritted her teeth. Truly, she was going to gut him like a fish when this exquisite torture was complete. “Please,” she said grudgingly.

  He rewarded her by thrusting a bit deeper. “Good girl.”

  “Oooh, you —” He thrust hard, burying his cock deep, effectively silencing her. She was practically sobbing now, desperate for him to fuck her, and yet he did not move. “Please. Oh, please.”

  She shivered as his hands stroked her ass and he began to pump with long, measured strokes.

  This was unlike anything she’d ever experienced. Shards of pain shot through with a pleasure so intense she doubted her ability to maintain control. His cock was long and thick, plowing into her, stretching the walls of her pussy to accommodate his bulk. Yes, yes, yes! I’m going to come! Oh, please, make him let me come! She heard herself moaning loudly, unable to control the volume as his cock pummeled her.

  “Do you want to come, aschema?” he demanded.

  “Yes, oh, Raav, yes! Make me come!”

  “Say it! Say you’re mine, Solae. Tell me there will be no other men!”