Perfectly arched eyebrows drew down. “Why?”
Because I’d been assaulted by a man, forced to take cock, and I thought I’d never want to see another one. Gia didn’t know Shalla well enough to trade secrets, so she smiled and shrugged. “Just one of those things. From the time I was sixteen until I turned twenty, I only had women in my bed.”
Shalla turned on her side, propping her head on her hand. “When did you decide to take a man?”
“The woman I was with, her name was Rachelle, was bisexual. We’d been living together for a few months when she asked if I was interested in a threesome with a man she knew. I wasn’t, but I wanted her to be happy so I agreed.
“When I saw how much pleasure she got from having him inside her, I knew two things—that I would never be enough for her and that I wanted to experience the same thing myself. So after she came, I took my turn.”
How awful was it that she couldn’t remember his name, the first man she’d invited into her body willingly? The sex had been incredible but she’d moved out the next day and had never seen Rachelle again.
“You look so sad.” Shalla stroked her cheek. “I will make you happy again.”
Pushing Gia to her back, she trailed soft kisses down her neck, over her breasts and belly, and down between her spread thighs. Gia sighed and opened herself to the sinfully delicious assault on her pussy. She closed her eyes, losing herself in the long, slow licks as Shalla thoroughly ate her out.
Squeezing her breasts, she fought for orgasm and tried to relax into it. Just like riding a bike. Yet something had changed. The soft feminine lips and tongue working against her sex were too soft. She missed the scrape of Zan’s stubble against the inside of her thigh, his rough grip on her ass as he held her to his face. When Shalla drove two fingers into her wet tunnel, they were too small, too soft, and though they made all the right moves, they didn’t send her over.
Groaning she threw an arm over her face, near frantic. He’d ruined her for girl-on-girl action, that bastard! God help her if he ever found out.
“Am I interrupting?”
He appeared as though conjured from her mind, leaning one broad shoulder against the doorway, muscled arms crossed over his massive chest. From his position, he had a bird’s-eye view of her spread legs and the dark head working between her thighs. She smiled up at him and extended one hand, “Join us.”
Shalla fell away from her as though she’d been burned. Bowing her head she trembled on the floor. “My lord.”
Her reaction puzzled Gia. She propped herself up and looked from the trembling woman to Zan and then back again. “Don’t worry, Shalla, he knows I was just enjoying his gift.”
Zan’s golden eyes narrowed. “Gift?”
“You sent her to me,” Gia reminded him, though why he should need reminding, she didn’t know.
“No, my father sent her to you. To see what you’d do. Now we know.” Zan’s gaze cut quickly to the mirror, then back to her.
Gia’s lips parted, but she didn’t know what to say. His father had sent Shalla? Judging from the way she huddled on the floor she feared their reactions. But Gia was more concerned with Zan. Though his posture claimed nonchalance, Gia saw the anger in the tightness of his mouth, the hurt lurking in those spectacular eyes.
Never mind that his father might be watching—a disturbing concept she just couldn’t dwell on at the moment—she had to fix this. He’d asked her to trust no one but him, and then she’d fallen into bed with the first interested party. If their positions were reversed, and she’d walked in on him with someone else she’d be upset too. Climbing off the bed she went to him, touched his arm lightly. “I thought you sent her and that you would join us. I wouldn’t have indulged otherwise.”
She was prepared for anything, including another slap.
Zan shrugged. “What man doesn’t love watching two women together?”
A jealous man. She didn’t say it out loud. He played a dangerous game, acting for his father’s benefit as though he didn’t have feelings for her, like he had for Isabella. At the same time, he needed to stake his claim on her by defeating any challengers in the ranking. With so many pitfalls on either side he had to be constantly on his guard. All he’d asked of her was for her to keep doing what they’d been doing, having lots of sex to help him control his seed when the time came. He was willing to kill others to protect her, to fuck other men, to be fucked by other men, and perhaps even to die for her.
She needed him, but more than that she wanted him. Not just someone to help sate her body, but him, her wicked space pirate. If he wanted exclusivity from her, he’d have it. She wouldn’t even make him ask for it.
Laying a hand on his stubbled cheek she cleared her throat. “Shalla, you can go now.”
His eyes widened and she nodded slightly, hoping he understood. He got to call the shots. She trusted him.
“No,” he growled low. “I want her to stay.”
Standing on her toes she licked his earlobe once before breathing, “Are you sure?”
Burying his nose in her hair he squeezed her tightly to him for a moment. When he released her, his lips covered hers and he herded her back into the room.
Gia’s pulse pounded as he trapped her between his body and the mattress. Swallowing, she cast him a glance from beneath her eyelashes. “How do you want me?”
One side of his mouth kicked up in a roguish smile. “On the bed as you were. Both of you.”
Gia shivered and hastened to comply. Shalla cast him another wary glance before resuming her position. Zan shucked his leather vest and opened a drawer. Her breath caught when she saw what he held. “Are those detention cuffs?”
The small metal bracelets looked innocuous enough in his big hands, but the ring he slid onto his fourth finger told her the full story.
“You ever played with them before?”
She shook her head. “They’re wicked expensive. Top-of-the-line technology.”
“Around here, they’re practically an antique. Still fun though.” He reached for her ankle, and his gaze met hers. “Do you trust me?”
His broad back blocked the mirror, and she mouthed, With my life. Then said aloud. “Sure.”
“Good.” The cuff clinked around her ankle. He reached for the other, closed that in place too. For a moment there was nothing, and then Zan twisted the ring. Gia gasped as her legs spread by an unseen force, separating them and lifting her ankles into the air until only her head, arms, shoulders, and upper back were on the mattress. She struggled but the cuffs, once locked in place, were unbreakable.
His face was positively wicked. “This is gonna be fun.”
16
“Comfortable?” Zan asked as he moved back to the drawer to retrieve a few more goodies.
“Excited,” Gia murmured low.
She spoke the truth. Her bared pussy glistened with juices, the tissue engorged with blood. Zan’s cock was rock hard as he admired her from every angle. Shalla hovered nearby, and though he tracked her peripherally, Zan’s focus was on the woman he’d trapped for his pleasure. After taking a vial from the same dresser drawer, he rubbed oil between his hands to activate the pheromones before running them along her long legs. The intoxicating scent made his mouth water, but he moved slowly, thoroughly. Gia sighed and relaxed under his touch, even as her nipples tightened.
Bent as she was, with her sex spread wide, his options were limitless. He couldn’t resist dragging his tongue through her parted folds, tasting the sweet cream her body yielded. Her honey flavor drove him half out of his mind and he dove in for more.
“Suck my nipples,” Gia begged, and he lifted his head to see Shalla bend over to toy with her full breasts. His tongue flicked back and forth on her clit in time with the wet lashes Shalla gave her breasts until the tips were high and tight.
Gia’s eyes slid shut. His cock pounded, but he ignored it and reached for the bottle of oil again. He spread some across his palm, then smoothed it over her belly unt
il her skin glistened in the candle light. “Feel good, babe?”
“Feels incredible,” Gia gasped when he scraped his teeth along her clit. She tried to arch into him, but the ankle restraints held her practically immobile. Completely at his mercy.
After pouring more oil onto his hands he rubbed her lower back where it lifted away from the mattress. The position was awkward with her lower half held aloft for his pleasure, but Gia didn’t complain. In fact she relaxed into his touch even as he tormented her with his lips and tongue. His hands slid over the globes of her ass, slick with oil, hot with wanting. Tracing her seam lightly, he teased the puckered flesh, pressing his lubed-up thumb against the tight ring, and retreating. Advancing with more force and then pulling back again. On the third foray she opened, his digit sliding inside her body.
“I cannot wait to take you here, to see this tight little hole swallow my cock until I’m balls-deep inside you.”
Gia moaned as he played with her ass. His thumb fucked her shallowly, working her open a little more with every pass. He wondered if she’d come from this but decided not to push for it. Instead, he took the last item up and showed it to her. “Know what this is?”
“A plug?”
“An expanding plug.” He flicked the switch and it dilated in his hand, pushing out until it almost doubled in size.
Her eyes went wide. “I don’t think I can take that.”
“Don’t worry, it doesn’t stretch that fast against resistance. It’ll open you up slowly, get you ready for my cock.”
Reducing the toy to its original size he lubed it up, then aimed it at the tight opening. Pushing slowly, he worked it inside her body until it was all the way in.
“Switch with me,” he ordered Shalla, who was still working on Gia’s breasts. Adjusting the ring, he let her lower body touch the bed, though her legs were still splayed out wide. Shucking his pants, he climbed over the top of her until he straddled her rib cage.
Gia was panting, her pupils huge, almost blotting out the green of her eyes. “Please, Zan,” she begged him.
“What do you need?”
“Fuck me,” she pleaded, eyes filled with desperation.
“Soon, babe, real soon.” Dumping oil all over her breasts he watched it trickle over the creamy mounds, trail down her sides. Bending down, he brushed a feather-light kiss over her mouth and asked, “Can you hold these together for me?”
Her hands shook as she gripped her breasts, pressing them together until they formed a slick tunnel. Slathering his cock with even more oil, Zan tossed the empty container aside. The pads of his fingers teased the pink peaks. “Did she suck you good?”
Gia nodded, her eyes glued to his cock. “Want me to show you how?”
“If you can reach.” Angling his hips, he guided his stiff prick between her oiled softness. The sweet glide had his balls drawing up tight and he fought the urge to come. Gia craned her neck and her tongue darted out to lick the head of his shaft. He gasped when she made wet contact with the sensitive flesh. His avenging angel kept on surprising him. The dragging retreat had them both gasping for air.
Though her breasts weren’t overly large they were perfectly shaped and closed around him so sweetly. Leaning down over her, he braced his arms and let his hips swing free, teasing them both as his shaft burrow between her luscious tits.
Sweat beaded on his forehead. How had Gia not come yet? “Is she eating you good?”
“Not as good as you.” Her tongue darted out again and swiped the very tip of his cock.
Zan groaned and sat up, gripping his dick and trying not to spill all over her pretty tits. “You say the damndest things.”
“Just the truth.” Her eyes had glazed over with lust, her lips parted around her soft gasps.
“It’s hotter than the fires of hell,” he growled, and deactivated the ring. Both Gia and Shalla gasped as her legs were freed from the restrictive pose. Zan removed the cuffs from her ankles and clapped them over her wrists. “On your feet, woman.”
“I don’t know if I can.”
“You will.” Zan helped her up, stretched her arms above her head, and activated the cuffs. Gia tugged, but he had her just where he wanted her, poised on the balls of her feet. Looking over her shoulder to Shalla he said, “Feel free to continue.”
The woman nodded once and separated Gia’s nether lips with her fingers before tonging the female flesh.
Precum beaded on the head of his cock as he watched Shalla lick his woman’s sex. “I know exactly how good you taste right there,” he murmured into her ear. “How your body snuggles around whatever I give it, whether it’s my mouth, my fingers, or my shaft.”
Looking over her shoulder she met his gaze, and he had to fist his cock in a vise hold again just to keep from coming at the sight of her heavy-lidded gaze. Gia in full arousal was the hottest thing he’d ever seen, until he saw her beg for what he was dying to give her. “Please, Zan, I need you.”
He’d planned a slow seduction, but her whispered plea sent him over the edge. With a muttered curse he spread her legs wider until they draped over his thighs, and he drove himself home.
Gia came, screaming her release as Zan’s thick rod pierced her to her core. She’d been on a sensation-filled roller-coaster ride since he’d clapped the cuffs on her ankles. Warm, wet lips and questing fingers had been everywhere, but despite all the hot touches and dark promises she hadn’t been able to come until he filled her.
The second he did, though, it all crashed down on her—the lap of Shalla’s tongue on her folds, the stretch of the toy in her anus, and Zan filling her, pressing against her and inside her.
He snarled a curse and she felt his hot spill even as feminine lips closed over her throbbing clit, sucking the bundle of nerves and extending her climax. Gia’s body took over, squeezing down and milking every ounce of pleasure from them both. His cock was still firm when he withdrew, though, and as he turned her head to kiss her she saw that his lust-fueled fire still burned bright.
“Can you take more?”
“I can take it all.” She grinned, feeling saucy and free.
“Then stay exactly as you are.” Pulling Shalla aside, he whispered in her ear. Though Gia strained, she couldn’t hear what they were saying. Cool air caressed her damp skin, wet with sweat and oil. Her nipples and clit hardened, and she shivered as much from anticipation as chill.
She sucked in a shocked breath when Zan bent Shalla over his arm and kissed her deeply. His tongue plundered the other woman’s mouth, and Gia’s own dropped open. Was that how it looked when Zan kissed her? She shifted, and wanted to look away, not liking the possessive feelings igniting inside her like solar flares. But she made herself watch, even feigned interest.
Her space pirate lifted his head and cast her a devilish grin. “Her lips were wet and she tastes like your pussy. I couldn’t resist.”
Her body clenched at hearing that, her cunt empty, her ass gripping the ever-expanding plug. “Plenty more where that came from.”
Zan circled around behind her and she felt the bed dip under his weight. “Relax for me, angel,” he murmured. Sucking in a deep breath she focused on calming her body, dismissing the irrational wave of possessiveness. This was about pleasure, not ownership. A tugging, and she gasped as he slid the plug free.
“Oh, hell, yeah.” Zan circled her hole. “Your tight little hole is all ready for my cock, isn’t it.”
“Yes.” She sighed, needing to feel him inside her again.
“Close your eyes,” he murmured, his hands stroking over the inside of her spread thighs.
She did, letting sensations wash over her. Though the cuffs held her immobile, she didn’t feel a lick of fear. She did trust Zan, at least with her body. He might push her to her sexual limits, but he’d allowed her to do the same to him, and deep down she knew he wouldn’t hurt her.
Physically anyway.
The soft flick of a tongue against her left nipples startled her. Lifting her lids she sa
w Shalla was looking up at her as she sucked the taut peak into her mouth, held it in place with her teeth, and flicked it with her tongue. The woman had an incredible mouth and used it to patiently build her arousal, the perfect contrast to Zan’s intense mating.
Zan still caressed her legs from ankle to thigh, each sweep going a little farther, until his thumbs brushed the crease beneath her buttocks. Shalla let her nipple go and focused her attention on the right breast. Without conscious thought Gia shifted her legs open wider, inviting him to touch her sex. She knew he planned to have her ass, had prepared her body to accept his big dick, so why was he hesitating?
“Are her eyes closed, Shalla?”
Shalla pulled away from her and looked up. “No. She’s looking right at me.”
Zan’s hands lifted from where he’d been caressing her inner thigh. “Don’t touch her again until she shuts them.”
“You’re kidding.” She thought she’d implode if she didn’t come soon.
“Not at all. Close your eyes or I’ll send Shalla away and leave you like this.”
With her hands bound there was no way to send herself over. Squeezing her eyes shut she waited, holding her breath in anticipation.
She sensed movement, but with her eyes closed and poised on her toes she couldn’t tell who had moved. She wanted to see what they were doing, but wanted the orgasm more. The lack of stimulation drove her out of her mind.
Two tongues plunged into her wet channel, fucking her together with their mouths entwined. Gia gasped as they licked her, Shalla from the front, Zan from behind. The wet, driving plunge on her sensitive flesh had her clenching in release. They stayed there, mated together until it ebbed before each sliding away. Shalla up through her folds to her clit, and Zan along her crease, spreading her cheeks so he could lick her ass.
They didn’t let her come down from the orgasm, the constant stimulation on all her sensitive bits keeping her on a plateau of sexual satisfaction even while building her up to an even higher peak. Gia craved it even as she feared the fall might kill her.
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