“Stand up and come over here first.” Robin scooted out from the table. “Turn around slowly. Yes… very nice. I knew Zelda’s dress sense would help you to look your best.”
“Excuse me? What ‘dress’? I’m wearing a dog collar, a corset, a small leather pouch covering my pussy and two pasties on my nipples. It’s not exactly ‘dressing’ now, is it?”
He laughed heartily and Willie joined in as well. I crossed my arms across my breasts and stomped my boots. “What’s so funny guys?”
“Nothing, absolutely nothing.” Willie winked. “If Daro can’t get it up tonight, remember my door is always open.”
Robin’s brow furrowed slightly, but his smile instantly returned as Daro reentered the dining room.
“Sorry about that. Shellfish sometimes upset my stomach.”
In character once more, I scampered to Daro’s side and tenderly patted his belly. “Oh, poor baby. You want me to make it feel all better?”
Daro’s hooded gaze fell to my cleavage. “Would you, my dear?” His hand latched onto my ass and gave it a squeeze. “I mean, is it all right if I park my ship in your landing bay tonight, Captain Manhood?”
“Sure. Why not? Stay a couple of days. Take a vacation, you’ve earned it.”
Robin molded his face into a mask showing neither jealousy nor sadness. Yet somehow I sensed he felt both emotions in abundance. He took a long swig of wine then wiped his mouth with the back of his sleeve.
“Go ahead. Park as long as you like. My landing bay is yours.”
* * * *
“Wow, what a great spaceship you’ve got here. So impressive.”
I ooed and aahed and wiggled my ass as Daro gave me the tour. The Scorpio was a medium-sized space cruiser that contained little more than a small pilot’s quarters and a navigation control room situated above the engines. The back end was nothing but cargo hold—now emptied of its contraband by several of my crewmates. No one had said anything about second-rate goods this time, but I suspected this was only to lull Daro into a false sense of security. Overconfident that he’d successfully tricked Robin once again, Daro would slip up and tell all about his real bosses and what they demanded of him.
“Yes, the Scorpio is a beauty,” Daro said, laying a possessive hand on the back of the pilot’s console, “but she’s small. She easily fits inside the Parsnip’s landing bay. It’s enough to give a man an inferiority complex.”
I pouted, playfully rubbing my breasts with my palms. “Don’t say things like that. There’s something to be said about being fast and maneuverable. You can slide in and out, and in and out of tight spots repeatedly.”
“Tight spots? So you think I find myself in trouble a lot, eh?”
He grasped my hips and pulled me tighter against him. His erection rubbed against my mound until I dripped with juices. I tried to relax in his embrace but knowing that his motives were murky and that my job was to gain information and not orgasms, I hesitated.
“What’s wrong?” He stepped back, regarding me curiously through slanted eyes. “You still feel something for Zelda?”
“Yes, I do. But if she wants to get back with Zelina then I’ll have to let her go. It’s just painful, that’s all. I wish I could leave the ship somehow. I don’t want to see them together.”
“That could be arranged. I mean, I could use a second in command. What’s your specialty? Discipline?”
“Oh, no, I’m a certified pilot.”
His eyes widened. “Interesting. A pilot who looks sensational in a corset and boots. I’d hire you in a second if it wasn’t for…”
“For what?” He’d almost said a name or a title or gave the real reason for his hesitation. I had to get him to loosen up and talk freely.
I knew exactly what to do to distract him. I took a step backwards from the chair and hooked my thumbs around the straps of my thong. I batted my eyelashes and slowly licked my lips.
“You’d grow bored with me after we fucked a few million times—is that it?”
He laughed and pulled me closer, drinking in my scents of cologne and sex. “Never. I’d never grow bored of you.”
He trailed kisses down the length of my neck and along my shoulders, kneading my ass with his hands. His mouth slanted across mine, his tongue probing and demanding.
“Hmm…” Daro breathed in a long shuddering breath as I rubbed my nipples against his pecs. “You’re the most fascinating woman I’ve ever come across in all my travels, Brandi Whyne.”
“I could say the same about you. ‘Daro’ is an interesting name. Are you Old Terran?”
“Yes, I am. Born and bred. You a proud native of the Outer Worlds?”
I nodded, sighing as he hands caressed my breasts, tweaking my peaks with his thumbs and forefingers. “You don’t believe like other Terrans that we Outer Worlders are an inferior breed then?”
“No, I don’t. In fact I might venture to say your kind is superior to boring old Terrans in many ways.”
As if to demonstrate the fact he tore my thong from my body and plunged a digit up my slick passage. The swiftness of his action took me totally by surprise and left me breathless. I clung to his broad shoulders, gasping as pleasurable sensations overwhelmed my better sense.
“See? You’re ready, willing and able to fuck at a moment’s notice. My frigid ex-wife could never compare to you sturdy, lusty Outer Worlders. You have a joy for living and thrill for adventure that those who stayed behind on the home world long ago forgot.”
He greedily massaged my clit with his thumb and thrust another finger deep into my cunt. Moaning, I wrapped my legs about his waist as he lifted me up and wedged me hard against the navigation console. I reached for his zipper to free his erection from its sticky prison. He batted my hands away. His eyes grew wild with lust and glowed with something else… Could it be power?
“Can’t wait for it, can you?” His laughter sent chills up my spine. “Robin is a shrewd one. You can’t wait to have me pumping and ramming my cock into you until I come and come again and forget all about my mission. You want me to forget why I came aboard the Parsnip in the first place.”
“Didn’t you come aboard to drop off your cargo and give Zelina a lift?”
I did my best to sound innocent, but it was difficult to do while he continued to stroke my clit and my g-spot in such an aggressive manner. I panted and blew out several breaths, desperate to not to reveal my own purpose for following Daro to his ship.
“Is that what you think?” He arched a black eyebrow. His lips thinned to a sneer. He didn’t act convinced. “Maybe after you’ve come a few dozen times you’ll tell me why Robin is acting suspicious of me. How would you like that?”
“Like… what?” I moaned again. He continued ramming his eager digits into me. The familiar spasms low in my belly threatened to overwhelm me. Don’t come, I told myself repeatedly. Calm down now and relax. Relax. Don’t let him get the upper hand in this situation. Seduce him, and he’ll be putty in your hands…
“Hmm… Fuck me, Daro. Now. Please? I can’t take much more of this exquisite torture.”
“Torture, eh? What an excellent idea.”
In one swift move Daro grabbed a pair of magnetic handcuffs from his back pocket and clicked them onto my wrists. He dragged me kicking and twisting from the bridge. “Thank you for reminding me about such a pleasurable means of extracting information out of you, my dear.”
Stay tuned for Brandi’s next thrilling erotic adventure…
Bound for Adventure!
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Celine Chatillon is the alter ego of multi-published contemporary romance novelist, Cynthianna Appel. Celine finds writing erotica a very pleasant departure from her day job as a small press manuscript reader. Her recent eXtasy Titles include Yes, Virginia…Here Comes Santa Claus and Gifts Well-Timed (The Seven Deadly Sins and Virtues series).
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