by Cynthia Sax
“That’s right, Falyn,” Traz grunted, riding her hard, his balls slapping against her skin. “I’m fucking you. I own you. You’re mine to do with as I wish, to fuck as often as I like.”
“You wouldn’t share me?” The thought excited her.
“I could if I wanted to. You’re mine.” He rubbed her clit as he rammed his cock into her pussy, the dual assault unbearable. Falyn struggled not to come, waiting for his permission, wanting to please him as he pleased her.
“I’ll use you hard,” he growled into her shoulder, his mouth hot. His teeth grazed her skin, marking her and sending shivers of awareness down her spine. “And fuck you out of my system, filling your delicate, perfect body with so much of my criminal cum you’ll smell of me.” He spread his fingers around his shaft and dug into her folds, his grip arousingly possessive.
“Traz,” Falyn pleaded, her slight form shaking with need as he pounded into her. Her fingers curled on the wall, the restraints the only reason she remained upright, the metal chafing against her wrists.
“Yes, it is Traz. I have you.” He sucked below her shoulder blades, bruising her skin with his intensity. “And I’ll fuck you until you’re as dirty and depraved as I am. You won’t be so perfect then, but I’ll still want you. I’ll always want you.”
“Traz, please,” she begged shamelessly, her mouth pulled tight with strain.
“Come for me, Falyn.” He thrust deep and bit her shoulder, the pain severing her control.
Falyn screamed his name, her world splitting into a million sharp jagged pieces, the tapered points piercing her mind, her heart and her soul. She clenched down hard on his shaft and Traz jerked against her, spurting hot cum into her ravaged pussy, his roar deafening her.
Falyn shook, trapped between his hard muscles and the unyielding metal wall, her tremors rapidly diminishing as her energy levels depleted. She sagged, the bands cutting her skin, and Traz caught her, held her upright. His cock slipped from her pussy, leaving a trail of wetness and heat.
He placed his hands over hers. “Release restraints.” His deep voice broke the silence and the bands retracted, leaving a ring of red around her wrists.
“It was that easy?” Falyn stared at the wall with wonder.
“No.” Traz’s chest rubbed against her back as though he was holding back laughter. “My ship only obeys me.” He stepped away and she teetered, her stance unsteady, the room whirling around her. Fabric rustled and his arms wrapped around her, one covered with cloth, the other bare. He swung her upward, lifting her with an impressive ease.
Falyn studied his face as he walked. His skin was flushed with the aftermath of pleasure, but his lips were grim. She placed her hand on his chest and closed her eyes.
She saw nothing. Blackness. Failure. What did that mean? A wave of worry swept over her.
“Are you reading my destiny?” he rumbled, doors sliding open and shut around them, his stride long and purposeful as they traveled the length of the dark corridor.
“I can’t.” She twisted her lips, as unimpressed with her abilities as Traz must be. “I can’t read everyone. I don’t know why.”
“Some people can’t love.” He entered a plain, sparsely decorated room dominated by a large bed. “And I’m one of those people.” Traz dropped her and she bounced, her limbs sprawling over the bed. “I’ve done too much, seen too much, to believe in love.”
Falyn twisted the silver cover around her naked body and sat up. “I haven’t done or seen anything but I sometimes worry I can’t love.”
“And what convinces you that you can?” He glowered down at her, his arms crossed, his feet braced on the floor.
She smiled at him shyly. “I close my eyes and see your face.”
“You see my face?” He snorted, the ugly sound irritating her. “The scarred face of a hardened criminal who can’t and won’t love you back, that is the reason you believe in love.”
Falyn’s cheeks heated. “My dream of you is all I have, Traz.”
“And it is just that—a dream.” He pivoted on his heels and slammed his fist against the control panel. The door slid open. “Stay here.” Traz left her without a backward glance and the door closed behind him, the room silent and lonely.
“Where would I go?” Falyn fell back on the bed.
Chapter Four
Traz straightened in his chair and rolled the kinks out of his neck. He’d spent the long, damn uncomfortable night sitting on the bridge and not sleeping where he wanted to be, in his bed with his cock buried deep inside Falyn.
“Freedom, status,” he barked, not recognizing any of the planets on the viewscreen.
“Target has been located outside of Balazoid-controlled airspace and our route has been altered,” the ship informed him. “We will intercept the fighter ship in three days, five hours and thirty-one minutes.”
Only three more days with Falyn. Traz glanced at her android, his bad mood worsening. “John, review core programming.”
“Only Falyn and the one who looks like me can overwrite my core programming,” John recited for the fourth time. “I won’t cause Falyn or the one who looks like me permanent harm. I’ll protect Falyn and the one who looks like me. I’ll—”
“Enough.” Traz stood. “I authorize core programming changes. You will overwrite ‘the one who looks like me’ with ‘Traz’.” He closed that dangerous loophole. “You will not cause Falyn any harm unless authorized by me. Core programming changes completed.”
Traz moved through his ship quickly, needing to see Falyn, to speak to Falyn, to ensure that last night wasn’t merely a dream, that she was with him, belonged to him completely. His body hardened in anticipation.
He placed his hand on the control panel outside his chambers, the doors unlocked and slid open. Falyn sat on the bed facing him, her body covered with the silver sheet, his sister’s bright-red scarf wrapped around her neck, concealing her collar scars. Her eyes were closed, her beautiful face serene.
Looking at Falyn, Traz felt a peace he hadn’t known since he was a child, when his parents were alive and he didn’t know how cruel and unforgiving the universes could be. “What do you see?” he asked, the question escaping his lips before he remembered he didn’t, couldn’t care about her.
“The man she is destined to love.” Falyn touched Sabria’s scarf. “A man with a pale face, even paler hair and eyes as red as this fabric.”
The half-breed Balazoid. “No!” Traz roared, his rage returning. Falyn opened her eyes and her delicate violet gaze met his, her confusion too acute to be feigned. “You lie.” He clasped her arms and she winced. “She can’t, she won’t love him.” He flung Falyn back on the bed, discarding her and her notion that his sister wanted to be with her captive.
Traz stripped off his clothes and stormed into the cleaning chamber, the transparent walls giving the illusion of space. He flipped on the sonic waves and the vibrations rolled up and down his body, removing dirt particles.
Fuck. He dropped his head back, pressing his cock into the cleansing pulse. Needing more pressure, he wrapped his fingers around his shaft and stroked, his tight grip moving his flesh up and down.
Traz closed his eyes, imagining it was Falyn’s hot pussy engulfing him, her pink softness surrounding his hardness. He inhaled, flaring his nostrils, her scent all around him. Wetness lapped at his tip and he jerked back, torn from his fantasy.
Falyn knelt before him, naked, her small tongue flicking over his cock head. She was so dainty and fragile, his monster cock deserving to be nowhere near her beautiful face, yet he couldn’t resist her, his every prison cell dream come true.
“Falyn…”
“Let me do this for you. Let me please you as you’ve pleased me.” She curled her fingers around his base, and she slowly tilted her body toward him, her nipples mouthwateringly tight, her breasts the whitest white. Traz held his breath as she skimmed her lips over his cock head, the contrast of his cock and her countenance obscene and wrong, the suction of he
r mouth exactly right.
She poked her tongue into his slit and he exhaled with a whoosh, giving all of his control to her. Falyn looked up, her exotic eyes met his and her lips curled into that serene smile that drove him wild. She teased his rim, fluttering her tongue around him as though he was delicate and beautiful and pure. In her mouth at that moment, Traz felt redeemed, born again between her lips.
Falyn took him deeper and deeper, bathing his shaft with her wetness, caressing him with her tongue. She was so small and he was so large, but he watched with wonder as more of his shaft disappeared.
His cock head tapped the back of her throat and he tensed with disappointment. “I’m too big.” He stared at the cleaning chamber’s fogged-up wall.
Falyn cupped his aching balls and squeezed gently, the sweet pressure regaining his full attention. As his gaze dropped, she angled her head back to take him all.
“Fuck, Falyn,” Traz murmured with awe, his large cock fully lodged in her pretty mouth. “I didn’t think that was possible.”
She withdrew, dragging her lips along his shaft, and released him with a pop. “Everything is possible, Traz.” Her husky voice rasped over him and a part of him, a secret, hidden part believed her. Everything is possible.
Falyn inhaled his cock, the suction of her mouth severing any intelligent reply he might have had. Traz clenched his fingers into fists, fighting release as she bobbed over him, her long sheet of white hair rippling down her back and grazing her pert ass.
He was surrounded by sensation and powerless to resist her lure. She rolled his balls in her slender fingers, caressing them with hands softer than he’d ever known. Her fingertips teased the skin between his cock and balls and her tongue slid under his shaft, cradling him.
She gazed up at him as though he were a powerful ancient deity, worthy of her devotion. He wasn’t. He was flawed and a killer, undeserving of her and undeserving of love.
Anger rolled through Traz. He cupped her head with his big, murderous hands and forced her down on him again and again. Traz thrust into Falyn’s mouth harder and deeper, slamming his cock head against her throat.
She spluttered and gagged, yet she didn’t resist him, opening her mouth wider, allowing herself to be used. The sonic shower buzzed over them as he rode her mouth, his balls slapping against her chin, his grunts echoing off the chamber walls.
“Take me, Falyn,” he growled. “Take all of me.” He roared as he exploded, pouring all of his anguish, his frustration and his pain into her mouth. She sucked and swallowed, her cheeks brushing his shaft, and she drained him dry, leaving him empty and hollow.
Traz fell to his knees and shards of agony shot up his thighs. “I’m sorry.” He held her beautiful face between his palms. A sheen of unshed tears covered her eyes, and her reddened lips glistened with his cum. He brushed his lips over her open mouth, tasting himself, tasting his abuse, and she waited patiently, trusting him with her body.
“The scarf you wore belongs to my sister, Sabria,” Traz shared, not knowing why he felt the need to explain his reaction to Falyn when he’d never explained anything to anyone before. “The man, the Balazoid killer you saw, captured her and is using her as his breeder.” His chest grew tight and he struggled to breathe. “He’ll restrain her and use her for his sexual release, sharing her body with others, until he kills her.” Traz choked, visualizing his kind little sister in one of their cruel breeding machines.
“I see.” Falyn placed her hands on Traz’s chest, the connection comforting him. “Then you have to trade me for her. You have no choice.” She met his gaze and he saw the fear under her acceptance. “I’ll be okay,” she assured him when he should be the one assuring her. “He won’t hurt me. I’m a future-bender. I’m too valuable.” She smiled.
“He won’t.” The bands around his torso eased and Traz leaned his forehead against hers, inhaling her unique fragrance. “He won’t hurt you, Falyn.” The words tasted bitter and untrue. How do I know he won’t hurt her? Traz touched the scars around her neck, doubt about his plan building inside of him.
* * * * *
“Is John okay?” Falyn followed Traz out of the cleaning chamber. Her gaze swept down over broad shoulders, a tanned muscular back crisscrossed with deep silver scars, and rested on his tightly clenched ass cheeks.
“Yeah.” He prowled with a predatory grace, his finely honed physique loose yet controlled, his bare feet silent on the silver tiles.
“D-does he miss me?” she asked, expressing a secret dream of hers, to be missed by someone.
“He’s an android.” Traz dashed that dream to bits. He entered a seating area. Comfortable-looking overstuffed chairs faced the undecorated wall, small tables placed in front of them. A long bench edged the perimeter, a cushion laid over the metal. “Viewscreen.”
“He is an android, but I’d hoped…” Falyn’s disappointment flickered and faded as panels in the wall slid to the side.
Her mouth dropped and her heart seized painfully. “That can’t be what I think it is.” She stepped toward the displayed stars. “Traz, is it?” she whispered, unable to believe her eyes.
“What is it?” he snapped. Traz turned, his strong countenance surrounded by solar systems. Falyn stared, having previously seen that exact image when she had closed her eyes and thought of him.
This is my destiny.
Her body warmed, a sense of rightness, of being exactly where she should be, settling over her, as though her entire life had been spent waiting for this moment. He was hers to love, to cherish and to protect.
“Falyn?” Traz raised the split eyebrow over his artificial eye, his scarred face a reminder of his ruthless nature and his fierce determination.
I’m trading you for what I really want.
“Space is pretty.” She brushed against him as she neared the viewscreen, trailing her fingertips over his defined abs. “Much prettier than I had imagined.” Falyn curled up on the bench and tucked her legs under her bare ass, her heels pressing against her curves.
“Than you had imagined,” Traz repeated as he came to stand beside her, his tall form looming over her protectively. “You didn’t have a viewscreen in your chambers?”
“I asked for one, but the Federation deemed it too distracting.” Falyn touched the cool surface. Stars whizzed by her fingertips. “And they blacked out the viewscreens when they transported me. They said it was too dangerous.”
Traz cursed under his breath. “You’ve never seen the outside.” He laid his hand on her shoulder, his palm rough and reassuring, a hand a woman could count on to keep her safe.
“Now I have.” Falyn smiled up at him, her heart brimming with gratitude. “And I’ll have this memory forever, thanks to you.”
His face hardened, his lips flattened and he looked away. “I’m trading you for my sister, Falyn.”
“I know.” She covered his hand with hers, wishing to reassure him, to lessen the pain and guilt for at least one of them. “You have to. It is the right thing to do.”
“It is the right thing to do for her, but what about for you?” Traz sat down, the cushion flattening under his large frame, and he pulled her into his lap.
What about for him? “It is the right thing to do for me too.” Falyn relaxed, trusting him to hold her and to do what was needed. “I couldn’t be happy knowing I caused your sister pain.”
She closed her eyes, recalling the image of the killer, the Balazoid Traz hated and his sister was destined to love. Will he cause her pain? She nibbled on her bottom lip. Perhaps. I never promise the love will be returned. Falyn glanced at Traz, his forbidding expression aching proof of that.
Don’t fight destiny, Falyn. She watched the stars, tattooing the images on her memory. The distant suns sparkled in the blackness as though they were crystals on cloth, their pattern gloriously random, unregulated and free.
“I killed a man to protect Sabria,” Traz rumbled. “The monster tried to hurt her and I shot him dead, first man I ever killed in col
d blood. We ran and evaded the Federation authorities for years until they finally caught up with us. Knowing I was cornered, I stashed Sabria with distant relatives, leaving them credits to pay for her care, and I surrendered, throwing myself on the Federation’s tender mercies. Not that they have any.” His chuckle was edged with pain. “They gave me life in Gehenna 5 for defending my twelve-year-old sister against a twice-convicted child molester.”
“You gave up your freedom and your own happiness to protect your sister,” Falyn murmured, her respect for him expanding exponentially.
“I’d die to protect my sister.” Traz’s fingers spread on Falyn’s stomach, holding her to him. “She’s mine to safeguard.”
Am I also yours to safeguard? Falyn stayed silent, unwilling to hear more brutal truths. Her hope and optimism had bottomed to an all-time low.
That’s foolish. Falyn mentally shook herself. What do I have to be unhappy about? Traz rested his chin on her shoulder, his breath expelling on her cheek. She had an entire universe in front of her. She smiled.
“You know what I have to do,” Traz grumbled. “How can you be so happy?”
“You’re not sending me to prison, Traz.” She arched into him, rubbing her hair against his chest and massaging him with her body. “I’ll spend my days seeing images of men and women and other strange and wonderful creatures in love. They’re usually happy. Sometimes they’re outside and I see the sun shining on their hair. I almost feel the warmth.” She forced her light tone, fighting the sadness. “It isn’t a bad life.”
“Isn’t it?” Doubt colored his voice. He brushed his lips against the scars on her neck. “What can I do to make it better?”
Love me. Falyn thought for a moment, considering her choices. “Give me memories, Traz, memories to last a lifetime.”
He turned her to face him, his waist straddled by her legs, his cock pressed against her pussy, and he raised her chin. “I’ll try.” Traz bent his head and captured her lips, his mouth hard and unrelenting. He nipped at her flesh, caught her bottom lip between his teeth and pulled.
