Into the Stars

by Gwendolyn Field

  “Go on, then,” he says in a low growl. “Run off and tell the captain. It will be worth the punishment.”

  My entire body buzzes at his dangerous tone. I say through gritted teeth, “You probably want to be punished. You like to hurt. Well, I’m not telling anyone.” I flash him a lewd hand gesture, though I know he can’t see it.

  He chuckles low. “I have perfect vision in light and dark, Reesa.”

  My face heats and I lock my jaw. I’d forgotten Keplarians can see in the dark with their freakish eyes.

  As we stand there, both of our breaths sounding loud in the darkness, I realize we’re at a precipice. This could be my only chance. As afraid as I am, it’s time to dive forward.

  “I know what you want from me.” My voice is shaky. “I know…what you like.”

  “Is that so.” Not a question. Though he’s not standing close to me, his foreboding presence is like a hunting panther in the room. I know it will only take one effortless pounce for him to be on me.

  “You want me to fight you,” I whisper. Then I swallow.

  I hear a quiet shuffle of movement, perhaps a crossing of his arms. He doesn’t respond, so I forge forward, fisting my trembling hands for strength.

  “Come to my room tonight, Yahni, and I will fight you.”

  He’s quiet so long, I don’t think he’ll answer. When his low voice finally comes to me, he’s standing closer, much closer. “You will not enjoy what happens once you lose that fight.”

  I shudder and step back, into the wall. In half a heartbeat both my wrists are grasped tightly and pinned in one of his hands above my head, and his other hand is reaching down inside the front of my leggings. I give a shout and try to twist, but it’s too late. His finger has delved into the moisture he brought out of me. I turn my head away, strangely ashamed. His hand continues to cup my most tender arch.

  Another dark chuckle fills the air and his mouth lowers to my ear.

  “Give me permission, Reesa, to do whatever I want to you.”

  Oh, stars. That is such a loaded, terrifying compromise. A war rages within me. He’s capable of pushing me to thresholds I’ve never considered, and yet, a part of me is unmistakably curious.

  His finger and thumb suddenly catch hold of my clitoris bud and he squeezes hard, making my whole body lurch taut as I shout against the assault of blissful pain.

  “Okay! You have my permission!”

  His fingers and hands are gone just as quickly as they came, and I sag against the wall, holding back the urge to rub myself where my crotch is tingling. Fear and arousal are a wicked concoction.

  He stalks from the gym, letting himself out with a woosh of the door, and leaving me in the dark. I rub my arms. A cold claw of apprehension wraps around me and grips tight enough to wrench the air from my lungs.

  I feel as if I’ve just given the devil access to my soul. What have I done?

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  Deep in my bones, I know I’ll lose my anal virginity this night. I’ve prepared my body as well as I can, but I don’t know how to prepare for the pain that’s sure to come. I can’t easily forget his warning about making my ass bleed, so I find the bottle of lubricant I brought aboard the ship, and I do my best to push my lubed finger inside of myself. It’s been so long since I had to use synthetic moisture. I used to dab some on myself before the Colonel came home.

  The Colonel. My time with him seems like years ago, when it’s only been a handful of months. Looking back, my life had been so tame. Boring even. Now I can’t imagine life without the Hornets. What will I do when our time comes to an end? I imagine I’ll miss the brutes.

  Unfamiliar sadness drifts into my chest and I shake my head to focus. I wash my hands and put the lube away, then put on my most innocent nightgown, pink silk to my knees. Underneath is a simple pair of pink panties. Knowing Yahni, if he wants to pretend he’s raping a woman, he won’t want her to appear as if she’s prepared.

  Nervousness clutches my belly, sending out a ray of tingling to my fingers and toes, and making me lightheaded. It’s eight o’clock now. I dim the lights with a shaking finger, keeping my tech glove on one hand.

  You can do this.

  I pace the floor. A message had been waiting for me from the captain when I returned from the gym. He wanted to know if I was okay and I responded that I was, and that Yahni would take his place in the rotation this evening. He hasn’t responded. I know he’s worried, especially after what happened with the chef, but this is different. It feels different.

  I shake out my hands and push away disgusting thoughts of the chef, who I haven’t seen since the night he came to me.

  Deep breaths. It’s eight o’clock.

  Glances at the time do me no good. Each minute passes slowly, and Yahni doesn’t show. My entire body is antsy and edgy. I cannot rest. I cannot stay still. With each blasted hour that passes, I feel irrational anger and frustration roiling through me. As rebellious as Yahni might be, I know he’ll only push the captain’s rules so far. When 10:55 comes, I give up and crawl into bed, my mind spent after three hours of anxiousness.

  I nearly melt into the soft mattress and bedding, both relieved and disappointed. And if I’m being honest, a touch hurt too. Damned Yahni and his mind games. I dim the lights nearly all the way and close my eyes. When my frustration finally wanes, the whirring sounds of the ship’s engines lull me to sleep.

  It’s pitch black in my room when a hand presses hard over my mouth, forcing me to breath through my nose as I wake, confused and suddenly terrified. I nearly jump out of my skin.

  The chef.

  I try to touch my finger to thumb, but realize my tech glove has been removed. I scream into his hand, and with my heart beating out of my chest, I lose all thought and give over to instinct. I fight like a wild bunny, thrashing, bringing my knees in to kick out, my hands slashing to claw at any flesh I can. But he’s fast and despite using every single muscle in my body against him, I’m quickly subdued. He’s too strong in his lustful state. All rational thought leaves my mind as terror takes over.

  No. No! I won’t let him! Tears of fear and revulsion stream as I turn side to side, cursing the soft bed for swallowing us up. He climbs atop my lower abdomen and his hand lifts from my mouth.

  “Get off me!” I shriek and bring down my fists, but he roughly grabs my arms and pins them to my sides by his strong thighs. I lift my knees, trying to bash him in the back or throw him off, but he only chuckles—a familiar sound of derisive humor.

  “Scream all you want. No one can hear.”

  The sound of Yahni’s voice makes a sob leap from my throat. My entire body shivers at the sweet relief, and I can’t stop the flow of tears. Of course it’s just Yahni. What was I thinking? Chef wouldn’t dare. Stars, I’d been out of my mind!

  Yahni goes completely stiff, and although I cannot see him, I know he’s looking at my very real tears.

  “I thought…” I sniffle. “You were the chef.”

  He all but hisses and jumps off me. I sit up and take the opportunity to turn the lights to a slight dim with my bedside panel. Yahni is standing near the wall and staring at me with horror through those dark curtains of brown waves that rest on his shoulders.

  “You thought I was him?” he snarls.

  I shake my head. “I’m sorry.”

  “Am I soft and weak? Do I smell like fucking ham?”

  I nearly laugh, but I’m too upset. “No. Yahni, you’re nothing like him. I was in a deep sleep, and I think I was having a bad dream.”

  He rakes his hair back with both hands, making his clear eyes stand out. Then he shakes his head and begins stomping toward the door. I’ve ruined my chance to help him.

  “Wait!” I scramble to the other side of the bed and jump down, sprinting to block his exit. “You’re not leaving,” I tell him.

  Yahni scowls down at me. “I don’t take orders well.”

  “I know that. But you’re here, and you’re not leaving.” I glance at the t
ime and am shocked. Three in the morning!

  “I can move you with a flick of my finger.” He holds up his pinky for emphasis.

  “Try,” I say. My whole body is vibrating.

  When he narrows his eyes but makes no move, I shove his chest, sending him back a few feet.

  “Try!” I demand. His eyes widen and focus onto me with blazing heat. I shove him again, but this time he stays firmly planted where he is. My hand flies out to slap him, but he grabs it. I swing out with the other hand just to have it grabbed, as well. He’s holding my wrists hard enough to bruise, and he yanks me closer, our noses nearly touching.

  “I am not him.” He’s still so offended by the comparison.

  “I know that,” I spit. “Would you like to know how I know? Because I actually want to be fucked by you!”

  “Lies!” He turns us and shoves me so hard I hit the bed like a rag doll. “You’re terrified of me.”

  He prowls forward, and I climb backward onto the bed.

  “I am,” I admit. He’s at the bottom of the bed now, and our eyes catch. I breathe out, “But I still want you.” I’m trembling as I say it.

  His jaw clenches and I know he’s searching me for sincerity. He must find it because despite the way he continues to scowl, he puts his hands on my bed and surges forward. As if a beast has pounced, my instinct is to scream and run. I roll to the side, but he catches my leg and yanks, fingers digging into my thigh muscles. I grab at the blankets, but they only get dragged with me. He yanks them from my fists and tosses me to the other side of the bed with a grunt.

  His next move happens so fast, it’s a blur. He’s taken something from his pocket—a thin rope—and he’s on top of my abdomen again. The tops of his feet are curled to hold down my legs behind him, while he wrenches my hands above my head. I arch my back and try to twist, but I’m utterly captured. I whimper as I feel him tying my wrists together around the wooden post at the bottom corner of the bed.

  He lets go and I give a hard tug. My eyes go wide as I look up at him, realizing I’m not going anywhere unless he wants me to. A wicked grin plays on his lips and my breaths pick up even faster. With a flick of his hand my nightgown is up, my breasts exposed. It only takes two seconds of his lascivious staring for my nipples to harden.

  From his back pocket he pulls something silver, and with a flash a small blade gleams.

  Stars above. “Yahni…”

  I try to wiggle as he brings it down, down, and touches the outer edge of my nipple. Then I become very still, trying to control my breathing, but it’s hard, and my chest continues to rise and fall in rapid succession. He slowly and deliberately scrapes the lethal edge round my nipple and I can only watch helplessly as he gives the other side the same treatment. He never breaks the skin, but I can feel the light sting of the scratches he leaves behind. I’m panting and whimpering, still feeling like a bunny being toyed with by a wolf.

  “Such tender skin.” Yahni drags the blade downward to my belly button, then farther still.

  “Please,” I beg. “Yahni, don’t.” But my pleas only make the wild look in his eyes brighten.

  “Too late to say no now.”

  I’m panting furiously as I feel the scratch down my inner thigh along my panty line between my legs. Panic flares. Was I wrong about him? Because if he cuts me…I won’t be able to handle it. I hold my breath as the cold blade slides under my panties and touches my soft folds. And then with a flick of his wrist and a yelp from my throat, he slices the fabric of my underwear to expose my core.

  In a quick move, Yahni moves between my legs and his hands are under my knees, shoving them up high. I don’t even know where the knife went! I can only watch, helplessly, as he stares down at my core. Once he’s had his visual fill, he looks into my eyes.

  “I’m sure you’ve heard from Rawk’s big fucking mouth that I’m half Keplarian?”

  I swallow hard, not responding. My wrists are stinging, but I don’t dare complain.

  “Have you seen a Keplar cock, Reesa?”

  A small shake of my head and a nervous whoosh in my stomach.

  Yahni is still fully dressed in all black. He comes up on his knees and the bulge is apparent. He watches my eyes the entire time as he opens the front of his pants and springs free an impressive length of dark brown flesh. I find myself holding my breath, then breathing hard, as I take him in. The tip of his penis does not have a mushroom head. It’s smooth and slightly thinner at the tip than a human’s, but down toward the base it’s twice as wide.

  “My balls are here.” He grasps the bulbous bottom part of his cock and holds himself hard. His forearm flexes, and I suddenly want him inside of me. I look up at his eyes now, and chew my bottom lip.

  Yahni grasps under my knees again and shoves them upward, then he settles his own knees under my hips to lift me onto his thighs, aligning us.

  “You’re going to get it now, little Reesa. And once I’m fucking you, you can cry and scream all you want. I won’t stop until I’m ready to come.”

  It’s what I want, but he makes it sound like a threat, which makes me tense up. He doesn’t seem to care how nervous I am. In fact, the more I pant and mew, the fiercer his face becomes. For a moment I’m shocked as he aligns his cock with my pussy, dipping in an inch and making me gasp. He’s going to have regular sex with me? But he quickly pulls it out, and sure enough, brings it down to my ass. Oh, stars.

  I clench, and he chuckles. Again he goes up, wets the tip of himself inside of me, and then brings his cock down, swirling it around my anus. He does this until I feel driven to madness. Then his hands are cupping under my knees, forcing my ass up, and I watch as the tip presses against my tight hole. He pushes, and at first nothing happens, just immense pressure, and then the first inch is inside me with a pop. My body jerks and I shut my eyes. Even the tip of his cock is so much wider than his thumb. I’m so glad I’d lubed.

  But then he pulls himself out, making me inhale sharply, and when he grips the length of himself and squeezes, a white drip of precome wets his tip, and he aligns himself again. This time when he shoves in, he goes at least two inches and I scream with the sudden stretching pain of it. He pushes another inch, and I’m yanking on the ropes, crying out.

  “Yahni, it hurts!”

  The chuckle of satisfaction that comes out of him sends a shiver down my spine.

  “I know,” he says. He slides out of me, all but one inch of his head, and I moan. Then he shoves those three inches back inside my ass and my anus stings, throbbing. We yell together, for different reasons.

  “Fuck!” Yahni’s hands clench tighter under my knees. He holds me up and slides into me more. I want to cry. If he pushes all of that thing into me I might die. But he focuses on the length he’s given me so far, sliding in and out of my ass. After a few minutes my body relaxes a fraction and I start to feel the welcome buzz in my core. I watch him, those eyes, that curtain of wild hair, this man who doesn’t take the time to undress and only wants to be inside my most intimate, private part.

  He must feel me softening because he drives his hips forward with a look of anger, making me clench and scream again as he goes deeper.

  “That’s it,” he says in that wicked way of his. Back and forth his hips rock, and I watch as he plunges half of his Keplar cock into my ass over and over. With each push in, pain explodes and I scream, but as he slides out, pleasure rocks me, and I moan. He spits onto our joined bodies, and though it’s gross I’m glad for the moisture.

  I don’t know how long this goes on, but his stamina is amazing, and I realize as he delves that last bit into me, that he has taken his time despite all his threats. He made sure I was brought to the brink of pain, but not enough to make me tear or bleed. I also notice that the base of his cock where his inner testicles are, never goes inside of me.

  When he’s finally deep enough that that thick base presses against the sides of my ass, I’m warm and soft and ready. And so is Yahni.

  He pulls out comp
letely, and my body convulses with the shock of it. Then Yahni is rolling me, my tied wrists twisting.

  “On your knees,” he growls.

  The ropes are tight as I face the pole and lift my hips with apprehension. He reaches around to take my palms and press them to the wood. Then he grabs my hips and I’m breathing hard all over again. I have a feeling this is going to hurt more, and I can’t help the words from spilling out. “Yahni, please, no.”

  “Shut up.” I try to wiggle away, but his grip on my hips is strong.

  I feel the tip of him against my ass again, and when he presses in from this different angle, it’s something new and shocking, that same mix of pleasure and pain. He no longer takes his time. I grasp the pole as Yahni shoves his entire cock deep inside my ass, and I yell as he does. I’ve never been so loud during sex, but then again, I’ve never been vigorously fucked in the ass by a madman before.

  And he is going mad right now. Stars, I’m almost ashamed how good it feels once the initial pain wanes. I never imagined it would be like this. Dirty and gritty and raw. I’m so full. The sound of his grunting into my tightness. The brush of his leather-clad thighs against my soft ass cheeks. The way he watches our bodies moving together with those eyes like ice. His strangled, animalistic sounds. I’m pressed forward until the pole is between my tits, my cheek against the cool wood, my ass out as far as I can manage against the power of his thrusts.

  And though there is nothing touching my pussy, I feel a blunt explosion inside. My anus clenches tightly around him with the pulsations of my pleasure, and we both cry out. I’m struggling, pressing back, squeezing every last morsel of my orgasm. I wish so badly he would touch me, but he doesn’t. Instead, a flash of silver slices the rope and Yahni catches me with an arm around my waist. He moves me to my back and shoots a stream of hot, thick come that covers way more of me than any man has done, from my face over my breasts to my belly and thighs. It seems to go on forever, him grunting out unintelligible words, the veins on his forearms and neck popping out.