“No…other…men!” she keened, as he pounded into her.
“Good girl,” he praised her. “Now you may come.”
Solae felt as though she were levitating as he reached between her legs and pressed his thumb against her clit. Her body jerked and spasmed, and she screamed when Raav jerked the plug from her, pulled out of her pussy, and thrust his cock deep in her ass.
She was going to come again! Oh, have mercy, the feel of him pumping into her ass was almost more than she could bear. He showed her no mercy, as he pinched her clit between his thumb and forefinger, forcing yet another sharp, almost painful orgasm. “Ye—oooh!”
Above her own cries, she heard Raav bellow his release as he buried his cock in her ass. It leapt inside the narrow channel, gushing into her. Drained, she slumped over Raav’s restraint device, unable to move. Maybe she’d gut him tomorrow, she thought with a sigh as he uncuffed her and carried her into his bedroom. He stretched out beside her, spooning around her, and finally they slept.
Sometime in the wee, small hours of the morning, Solae woke to the feel of Raav’s cock sliding into her pussy. With a groggy smile, she arched back against him, sighing as he fucked her slowly. Tears filled her eyes with the realization that she loved him. She hadn’t wanted to, had fought her feelings for him, but there it was.
“I love you,” she said simply.
“I know,” he whispered. “I love you, too, aschema.”
His slow, steady movement brought her to completion, and when she came, she sobbed out his name.
Chapter Eight
The next thirty days passed in a blur of combat training and long nights of lovemaking. Solae couldn’t remember a time when she’d been so happy. Not that she and Raav didn’t still butt heads, they did, it was just that the making up was so exquisitely exciting. She found it comparatively easy to give up control when it came to sex. More than once, she found herself cuffed to his submission stand, her bottom hot from the paddle, as he stood behind her fucking her until screamed his name as she came.
It was during one such session they received word Du-ket had contacted the ship.
“Captain,” Jomar’s voice broke in. “I know you did not wish to be disturbed, but we’ve had a communiqué from Du-ket. I think you need to see this.”
“Very well, Jomar. We’ll be there as soon as we can.”
“Aye, sir.”
Raav and Solae sighed in unison. He stroked her bare ass, then leaned down to uncuff her. “To be continued, aschema.”
The male crewmembers looked shocked as Solae strode through the door by Raav’s side. Jomar spoke first.
“Sir, the content of the communiqué isn’t…pleasant.” He gave Solae a meaningful look.
Solae cocked an eyebrow. “Did you think I expected anything less, Jomar? I, of all people, know what Du-ket is capable of.”
Raav nodded and Jomar opened the link. Du-ket stood in his quarters, both girls chained to the wall behind him.
“Hello, Captain O’bora.” He strolled casually toward his prisoners, a crop in his hand. “As you can see, these lovely young ladies are very much alive.” He traced the outline of one girl’s breast with the tip of the crop. He turned and smiled. “As you see, they are unmarked. Unfortunately, they are not untouched. I’ve had them in every way a man can have a woman, and they’ve become very obedient little slaves. Just as you will, when I have you under my control, lovely Solae.” Despite herself, Solae shuddered.
“Here are my instructions. You will depart Asirian’s ship in three days, and travel through the Xat-Rah wormhole with only the ransom and a pilot. Since Captain Asirian’s reputation precedes him, he will be your pilot. Once you reach Xat-Rah One’s airspace, you will proceed to the coordinates provided to your navigation officer. Your pilot will set down on an island, where you will both disembark with the ransom. The lovely ladies and I will be there to meet you.
“Once you have seen they still live, you will set the case containing the ransom on the ground and begin to walk to me. The girls will meet you, and will be free to board your transport vessel. You and Asirian will come to me and one of my men will retrieve the ransom. If the case is booby trapped in any way, you will be killed. If not, you and I will have a marvelous time getting to know one another.”
Solae took a deep breath and looked at Raav.
He shook his head. “No way in hell.”
“What choice do we have?”
“What choice, indeed?” Raav nodded at his communications officer then took Solae’s hand and pulled her from the room. “At the moment, I don’t know what other choices we have, I only know I’m not sending the woman I love into the arms of that man.”
“I’m not wild about the idea myself,” Solae admitted, allowing him to guide her onto the airlift. “But I can handle myself. You know I can.”
As the door closed behind them, Raav pushed the button for the officer’s level and pulled her into his arms. “I know you’re good. I can’t deny that, but you tend to lose focus where Du-ket is concerned. Be honest enough with yourself to admit as much.”
The airlift came to a stop and they stepped out, making their way back to his quarters.
“I do admit it, Raav.” She stepped into the room, arms folded across her chest. “And it’s the one thing that might work in our favor.”
Raav went to his desk and brought up the coordinates provided by the pirate. “How do you figure?” he asked, gesturing her to come and look at the map.
Solae went to stand beside him, studying the monitor. “He’s sent a video link. Click on it and let’s see what this island looks like.”
Live streaming pictures of the island appeared on the screen. It looked to be an island of some size. Lush vegetation marched to the edges of the white sand beach as soothing turquoise water lapped at the shore. As the scenes changed, they noticed mountains rising in the background, and low, stone buildings with crenellated battlements. The pirate had built himself a castle in the middle of nowhere.
“I’ll be damned,” Solae murmured, her face going ghostly white. “It’s almost a complete replica of my home. What the hell?”
“Obviously, he’s been planning this for some time; he wants you to feel at home, aschema,” Raav growled, black anger glinting in his eyes. “What was that you were saying about using your lack of focus against him? From the looks of this place, his focus has been entirely on you for a great number of years.”
“Holy shit,” she said, shaking her head as she moved to sit in the overstuffed chair. “What could he possibly hope to gain by going to these extremes?”
Raav shut down the video. “It looks to me as if he intends to make you his mate, aschema. That was more than a castle. That was a home for a knight and his lady.” He knelt on one knee before her, taking her hand. “Now, more than ever, I cannot agree to let you deliver the ransom.”
He could tell the exact moment her emotions went from confused to angry. Her mouth became a harsh slash, and frown lines accentuated her scowl. He released her hand and shot to his feet. “It is too dangerous, Solae!”
“Nevertheless, I will go, and you can’t stop me.”
“Oh, I beg to differ.”
“Beg all you want, Asirian,” she said, shoving him away as she stood. “I’m going, and I’ll hear no more about it.”
Raav grabbed a fist full of dark, silky hair as she stepped past him and pulled her back against his chest. His cock leapt to attention, snuggling against the cheeks of her ass. “You’ll hear no more about it?” he mimicked, his voice dark and soft as velvet. “I think you will, aschema.” As one arm wrapped around her middle, he loosed his grip on her hair, freeing his hand to cup one full breast. “We will discuss this in great detail before any final decision about how to proceed is made.”
He chuckled as Solae squirmed to get away. It was so like her to struggle against the fire building in her body when he touched her. She moaned as he pinched her nipple to attention, and again when he slid h
is hand past her belly to dip beneath the waistband of her workout pants.
* * * * *
Solae hissed as Raav’s fingers slithered between the lips of her pussy to test the heat and moisture pooling between her legs. The ache to be filled took her, and she shifted her stance to allow him better access to her throbbing cunt. Damn him for having this affect on her! She was trying to argue her case intelligently, yet all she could think about was the feel of his hard cock stuffing her, ramming into her over and over, until she was nothing but a mindless bundle of orgasmic sensation.
His voice whispered in her ear. “Why must you always fight me, Solae? Why can’t you just accept the inevitable?”
She shuddered as the pad of one finger began to gently work her clit, spreading her slick juices over the pulsing bundle of nerve endings. “Because you don’t fight fair, Asirian,” she gasped. He would have her soaring before long, begging him to take her in any manner of his choosing.
“And I never will where you’re concerned, aschema,” he said, and nipped her earlobe. “You leave me no other choice. This appears to be the only way I can have your undivided attention.”
Solae cried out as he plunged a finger into her swamped pussy. “Ahhh…Raav.”
“Not yet, my love.” The finger retreated to slather her clit, then returned, joined by another.
Solae’s hips picked up the rhythm of his thrusting fingers, keening as the heat built within her womb. His thumb rode her clit hard, and she felt his grip tighten as she sagged against him barely able to stand on her own. “Yes,” she hissed. “So close…so good.”
Raav thrust his fingers into her hard, then stopped. “Tell me what I want to hear, Solae. Tell me you’ll let me decide how to handle Du-ket and I’ll give you what you want.”
“Nooo,” Solae howled. “Damn you, Asirian!” She reached up and wrapped his hair in her fist, giving him the same treatment he had given her. Except Solae yanked hard. “Let go of me or I swear I’ll yank it out by the roots!”
She shoved him away when he released her. “Bastard! You think you’re going to control every aspect of my life just because you’re a good fuck? Think again!”
Solae took a step back as he straightened, his hands curling into fists. She didn’t take an easy breath until he unclenched his jaw and forced his hands to relax at his sides. Still, she watched warily because he was poised for action.
“I don’t want to control every aspect of your life, aschema,” Raav assured her, moving toward her.
He was looking for an opening, and Solae damn well knew it, so she moved with him, circling him. “Bullshit, Asirian. You need to be in control just as much as I do. If this thing between us is going to work, we have to be equal partners.”
Raav snorted. “I’d be happy to compromise with you, love, if I thought it would do any good.”
They continued circling one another, angling for position, and Solae knew the minute she’d been outmaneuvered. The bastard had herded her toward an oddly shaped chair, over which she tripped, none too gracefully. He was on her in a second.
Solae felt herself being lifted, and then he pulled her hands behind her back, holding them together with one strong hand. “You found my special chair, aschema. Thank you for providing me with the opportunity to try it out.”
Solae struggled against him as he pulled the chair away from the side of his desk, then reached into a drawer to pull out several pair of magnetic cuffs. Despite herself, her nostrils flared in anticipation. He would have his way with her now, she knew, and she would be howling with pleasure before it was over. A shiver ran up her spine as he shoved her down on the chair.
“Be a good girl and I won’t blister your ass, my love.”
Oh stars! His voice was rough and predatory, telling her he was on the verge of losing control. She licked her lips, staring at him defiantly. “Fuck you, Asirian.” She cried out when he reached out and pinched her nipple.
“So, that’s the way you want it?”
She stared right at him, putting a dare in her eyes. “Do your worst, you arrogant prick.”
Solae fought him as he snapped one cuff to her wrist and the other to a semi-circular bar attached to the chair from the back down to the edge of the seat. They tightened, automatically adjusting to the circumference of the bar. By the time he had both wrists secured to the chair, her arms were spread above her head.
“Worried yet, aschema?” he asked. He took a sharp knife from the desk drawer and slit her shirt up the middle, setting her breasts free. He sighed. “Looks like I’ve ruined yet another piece of your clothing. What will you do with me?”
“Kick your ass?” She struggled to keep a seductive smile off her face.
Raav laughed. “And how will you manage that?”
Quick as a snake, Solae snapped her leg out in front of her, aiming at his crotch. Only lightning fast reflexes saved him. To her chagrin, he merely laughed. “I have just the thing to prevent your unfortunate penchant to go for my balls, love. Don’t move, now.”
Solae growled as she watched Raav disappear into her room, only to return moments later with a spreader bar, ankle cuffs, and a piece of chain. She licked her lips, watching through hooded lids as he attached the chain to the back of the chair, letting it drape over her shoulder as he walked back around to stand in front of her. Oh, boy, this had all the promise of a rollicking good time. “Here’s what’s going to happen,” he told her conversationally. He picked up each ankle, clipped on a cuff, then attached the cuffs to the spreader bar. The chain hooked to a metal eyebolt on the bar. “This chair adjusts to a myriad of positions. I can raise it, lower it, or lay the back completely flat.” He rolled his office chair in front of her, then hooked his hands behind her knees and drew her to the edge of the narrow seat. With the flick of a remote control, the chair raised to the perfect height. He leaned forward and took a long, slow swipe at her slit, his tongue to burrowing into her. He thrust one finger into her pussy then sat up.
Solae groaned as he stuck his finger in his mouth and licked at the juices coating it so generously.
“What’s that old Earth expression? Finger-licking good? That’s you, aschema.”
She all but growled at him. How could she deny the heat building in her traitorous body when he was licking the evidence from his finger?
“Now, here’s the fun part.” He winked at her as he held up the remote. “When I push this button, the back of the chair lowers so that I can lay you flat. Let’s see what happens, shall we?”
Solae screamed in outrage as the back of the chair moved slowly toward the prone position, the chain attached to it causing her spread legs to rise ever higher, until her pussy and anus were completely at Raav’s disposal. He could do anything he wanted to her and she was completely helpless to stop him. Pushy bastard.
“Oh, yes, I like this position very much. How about you, aschema? I can eat your sweet pussy. I can fuck it. I can even fuck that tight little ass.” He stood up and walked to the side of the chair and looked down at her. “Do you have a preference for which I do first, Solae?”
She drew her lips back over her teeth and snarled. But angry as she was, she couldn’t recall a time when she had ever been more turned on, more hot, more swollen with need. If he didn’t fuck her soon, she’d be begging for it.
“Still choosing to be difficult, I see. Very well, I’ll take the decision out of your hands then.”
Watching him disrobe, she inhaled deeply. His flesh rippled with muscles taut from holding back his own desire. His cock stood at attention, swollen and pulsing, the head purple and dripping with pre-cum. Solae licked her lips, wanting to taste him but too stubborn to ask. He probably wouldn’t trust her anyway.
When he took his seat between her parted legs, she held her breath, wondering what would happen first. She raised her head, peering between her legs. Gods help her, he had the anal plug and the paddle. He looked at her, a seductive smile on his face, and raised the paddle. “This is for trying t
o geld me, aschema.”
Solae cried out as the paddle connected with her firm ass, the crack reverberating in her head. Shit! That hurt, the bastard. She arched her back, trying to wriggle away, but the spreader bar and chain attachment held her in place. “Oww! You shit!”
Another whack and her ass began to tingle. “Damn it, Asirian, that hurts!”
Whap! Whap! Whap! Her ass was burning now, the throb shooting straight to her pussy. She moaned and heard the paddle hit the wall as he tossed it away. Then his mouth was on her, nipping and licking the tender spots left by the paddle.
“You’re so beautiful,” Raav said, his fingers playing in her juices. “You’re pussy’s so hot and wet. I could eat you all night, aschema.”
Sweet, heavenly, stars! He’s French kissing my pussy! It was as though her clit was her tongue as he ran his own around it, over it, laving it, sucking it into his mouth. Solae thought she might actually pass out, so great was the pleasure.
Then his mouth moved down, and his tongue dipped into her hot core, fucking her, lapping at the cream leaking from her, dipping down to tease her anus, nipping at the curves of her ass.
“I can’t…take…any…more!” Solae’s voice was strained, strangled.
“You can and you will, aschema. You’ll take all that I give you, and more.”
Solae moaned as something hard and cool pressed against her ass. A plug, oh, yes, a plug! Well lubricated, the smooth butt plug worked its way into the narrow channel. Gods, what had he done to her that her desire for this wicked pleasure-pain could cause her to burn hot as a star? Before him, she’d never known such pleasures existed.
“Yes, you like that, don’t you? Shall I fuck your pretty little ass with this plug while I eat your pussy? Should I make you come like that, Solae?”
“Yes! Oh, yes, Raav!” She screamed as he eased the plug back, then rammed it deep in her ass.
Gibberish. She was talking sheer gibberish as Raav plundered her tender ass with the smooth plug while his tongue lashed at her clit. Sweat beaded on her forehead and trickled around her breasts. How much more did he expect her to take before she shattered completely?
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