by Jet Mykles
She watched, just as captivated as he seemed to be by the stark difference in skin tone between his pale hand and her dark thighs. What would it look like if --?
She tossed the thought away. “Why did you take the job?”
He slid one hand up the outside of her thigh and into the side of her shorts.
She hissed, but her restraints prevented her from escaping his touch. A touch that set something tingling just below her navel. Short fingernails lightly scraped over her skin.
He smiled, still watching his hands. “I’m tried of playing cat-and-mouse with you, Fox. We’ve been dodging around each other for years.”
She gave him a nasty smile. “You could have let me catch you.”
He matched the smile. “It’s much more fun my way.”
She twisted her smile into a sneer. “What do you want with me?”
“That should be obvious. I want what you denied us when we last saw each other.”
A moment she’d relived in memory time and time again. “You can’t be serious.”
Those eyes came back to her face. “I’m very serious. You’re not my superior officer anymore.”
“You’re going to rape me?”
He snorted, fingers toying with the worn hem of her shorts. “I’ve never raped a woman in my life.”
Her skin was alive underneath his soft touch. “That’s what it’s called when the woman is unwilling.”
“Never had an unwilling woman.”
“Meet number one.”
He chuckled and splayed his other hand over her bare belly. It twitched for him, which made his smile spread in delight. “Oh, I don’t think so.”
She swallowed. This was completely insane. The man had kidnapped her. She’d pursued him with the aim of arresting him for the past four years. He couldn’t just truss her up and have his way with her! Except that he had. And he was. And the fact that she was helpless to stop it set up a fine tremor just below the surface of her skin which had nothing to do with fear. There was nothing she could do. She uselessly tested the restraints about her thighs. All that did was make her hips rock. “All right. Then you let me go, and we’ll see who’s willing.”
“Do you think I’m crazy?” His forefinger circled her navel. “As soon as you were free, you’d try to beat the crap out of me just on principle.”
“That’s part of the ‘unwilling’ part.”
“Mmmm.” He leaned toward her.
“Hey!”
He completely ignored her protest and brushed his lips over her quivering belly. The tingling turned into a roll when his lips opened and the tip of his tongue traced a brief line just above her navel. “We’ll just have to change your mind,” he breathed over her skin.
Shit! That felt good! Too good. No, no, no, no! This could not be happening. She should be furious. She was furious, but damned if the soft caress of his lips wasn’t liquid heat on her skin, as though he were the fire that his hair color suggested. She should be frightened. She was frightened, but it was a strange kind of fright, entirely unlike the feeling she’d had in her own quarters waiting for the next accident to happen. This was -- Stars! What was he doing with his tongue? It was just her navel, for heaven’s sake.
She cleared her throat and put on her best officer’s command voice. “Stand down, Ange!”
Her command fell on deaf ears. He didn’t even pause, busy with tasting her skin, tracing his tongue lightly over each curve, using his teeth to sensitize her flesh. He found the ticklish spot on her side and chuckled as he had to hold her hips to keep her still. “You taste good, Fox. I knew you would.”
She pulled at her bound hands. She’d never been restrained before. Never allowed it. The helpless feeling blossomed under his touch, making his every caress far more vivid and seductive. “Stop it.”
“You do taste good.”
“You like sweat?”
“The right kind, yes.” He licked a wide, wet line just above the waistband of her shorts.
She flexed her toes, her fingers. She had to focus on something other than the softness of his lips, but the inability to move made it almost impossible. “Don’t do this.”
His lips drifted lower, down her side. He pulled her shorts down slightly so he could taste the top of her hip. “Why?”
“They hired you to rape me?”
“No.” Kiss. Lick. “They hired me to kill you.”
Icy fire shot though her veins, a confusion of cold and heat that froze all movement. Her blood ignited, and her forehead and neck cooled due to the sheen of perspiration that broke across them. She stared unseeing at the plated wall behind him. “What?”
He nipped at her hip. “They hired me to kill you.”
“Kill me?” What have I done? But he wouldn’t know, so there was no sense in asking. And he hadn’t done it, so he obviously had something else on his mind. “Why didn’t you?”
He shook his head, the smooth skin of his cheek rubbing against her. “I couldn’t kill you, Fox. I haven’t ever wanted you dead.”
“But --” Now a bit of fear crept in to quell some of the lust he’d stirred. “-- that was the job.”
He nipped at her side. “That was the job, but that’s not what I’m going to do. I took the job to save your life.”
She swallowed. “Why?”
He twisted his neck so that his cheek rested high on her thigh, his eyes twinkling merrily up at her. “So I could fuck you.”
That he was trying to put her at ease with humor was obvious. But she resisted. “And then what?”
He sat back a little. His hands slid down and around beneath her shorts, to grip the bare globes of her ass. “I’m not going to kill you, Fox, I swear.” His eyes locked on hers as he gently kneaded her flesh. “I hope you can believe that. I’m taking you to a little moon on the outer reaches of Denari. You might be safer there.”
This was insane! He was taking her to the edge of the galaxy? That was a weeklong trip from where he’d taken her, even given frequent hyper jumps. It was, as he said, outside of the direct influence of the Emirate. Which, he said, wanted her dead.
She tried in vain to lift her ass out of his grip, but the thigh restraints were firmly fastened to the seat. There was just enough lift so he could fit his hands underneath her. “And you’re going to fill the time with fucking?” Had her voice just dropped an octave?
Chuckling softly, he bent forward to nuzzle where belly met hip. “I thought we might.”
She couldn’t sit still, not with the way his long fingers slowly molded her ass. Not with the soft kisses he applied to her skin. “Don’t tell me you’ve been pining for me for four years?”
He just laughed, pulling his hands slowly from underneath her. Relief was short-lived, however. He pulled down the sides of her shorts some to nuzzle the soft skin that wasn’t quite hip and wasn’t quite buttock. “Is that hard to believe?”
The top hem of her shorts was perilously close to revealing her pubic thatch. “Yes. I haven’t heard that you’ve ever had any trouble getting women.”
“True.”
“So what do you need with me?”
He let his lips trail up to her belly. His tongue swirled her navel. Soft, silky orange bangs caressed her skin as he traveled to her other hipbone.
I am not getting wet! But she was. The warm, melting feeling was unmistakable. He’d be able to smell it, damn it.
“I want you,” he murmured, his breath as much a caress as his lips and tongue. “I wanted you then. I never stopped.”
Why? But the question never emerged. She had to clamp her lips tightly shut to keep from letting loose the moan that threatened when his tongue probed her navel. She breathed steadily, trying to ignore him. Her mind reeled. This can’t be happening! “Who paid you to catch me?”
He left her shorts pushed most of the way down, then traveled up her bare belly, lips caressing her belly and fingertips gently tracing her sides “Be a good girl and I’ll tell you later.”
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p; “A ‘good girl’? Why you --” She gasped, body tensing when his hands slid into the sides of her top. She wasn’t wearing her civvy brassiere. Wasn’t necessary under an armored suit since the suit provided plenty of support. But her breasts were large enough to need the support without the suit.
He nuzzled her cleavage through her top as his thumbs caressed the sides of her breasts. The synthetic gray cotton heated up with his breath.
She bit back a moan, staring at the wall opposite rather than down at the flaming orange hair hovering over her chest. “Dragon, this is crazy.”
“Maybe.” One hand inside her shirt slipped forward to gather her breast. He turned his head and found her nipple through the fabric. Wasn’t difficult since the damn thing was diamond hard.
She jerked in response to the electric jolt the caress sent through her chest. “Dragon.”
He disregarded her words, continuing to torment her nipple with teeth and lips. The ribbed fabric between her skin and his mouth absorbed his saliva and heat.
She closed her eyes, clenched her hands into fists. He can’t do this. Oh, but he was!
He pulled back, letting his hands slide away from her. She had to bite back a moan of disappointment. When she dragged her eyes open, he was watching her with a knowing smirk. “I think you want me, Fox.”
“Fuck you.”
“Very soon, don’t worry.”
He stood, hands at the neck seal of his suit. Deftly he opened it, peeling apart the lapels as he turned away from her.
She was not happy with the pang of disappointment that surged through her. Her eyes dropped to his tight little ass, watching the muscled globes move as he walked toward the biggest panel in the wall opposite her.
He pushed the suit off his shoulders, and she nearly sighed in admiration of the broad male back that was revealed. Smooth skin and chiseled muscle. He let the top half of his suit dangle at his waist as he pressed the side of one of the wall plates.
The plate slid open to reveal a darkened compartment behind. Drake stepped aside, and a small, single-armed bot rolled out. He turned to face her, a small remote in hand, and bent to snatch up the stool.
This time she did gasp. A gleaming red dragon was blazoned down the center of his hairless chest. It was like no tattoo she’d ever seen. Crimson and black, the beast twined from one nipple to the other, then down his sternum, with a long tail curving around his navel.
He looked up at her gasp and smiled when he saw her reaction. “You like it?” He glanced at the remote and touched a button. The bot scuttled forward and came to a stop between her legs.
She stared at the tattoo, fascinated. The damn thing moved with him, like it was as alive as he was. It was unnerving. If she remembered her history correctly, that long, sinuous shape and bearded head were from the ancient Earth Asian dynasties, not from the European history.
She was so distracted by the tattoo and the beautiful male torso that she disregarded the bot entirely. “It’s stunning.”
“Thank you. I had it done a few years ago.”
“That must have taken days.”
He set the stool between the bot and the console. “Much longer than that.” He touched another button and the bot whirred.
Distracted by movement, Fox finally looked at the bot. The single jointed arm that extended from the top of the thing unfolded and extended toward her.
Beth frowned. “What is that?”
He didn’t answer, just hummed softly to himself and continued to position the bot. The seat to which she was bound actually had extensions to support her thighs rather than a true seat, so there was lots of room between her legs to position the thing very close to her.
Beth eyed the bot. The end of the arm was now about twenty centimeters from her crotch. It was cylindrical, cool, shiny metal, perhaps three centimeters around, and tapered into a blunt tip. It looked suspiciously like ... a dildo. “Oh, no!” she cried out, writhing despite the fact that she knew she wasn’t going anywhere.
The bastard laughed. He set the tiny remote on the console, then picked up something from the side farthest from her. “Don’t worry, Fox. You’ll like this.” He came at her with a big bowie knife.
Unreasoning panic surged, making her arch and try to break away. “What the hell are you doing with that?”
“Relax. I wouldn’t hurt you.” His free hand grabbed her shirt, and he brought the knife close. In two quick, efficient flicks of his wrist, he cut her shirt open. “Oh, very nice,” he purred, caressing a big, dark nipple with his pale fingers. He pinched.
She gasped. “You bastard.”
“Actually, I’m not, but I doubt I’d convince you of that right now,” he chuckled, trailing his fingers down her abdomen. He took hold of her shorts.
“Wait,” she said as the knife descended.
He didn’t. A few more flicks of his wrist, and her shorts fell in pieces to the seat beneath her.
A strangled scream escaped her when his fingers dipped down into the lips of her neatly trimmed pussy, his palm grazing her clit.
“Oh, Fox,” he chided, sliding a big finger easily inside her wet folds. “And you said you didn’t want me.”
“I don’t, you piece of shit.”
He clucked his tongue and shoved two fingers in hard.
She gasped at the brutal pleasure that made her arch her back.
Eyes at half-mast, he brought his wet fingers up to his lips and sucked them into his mouth. “Mmmm. Liar.”
Her pussy felt achingly empty without his fingers. “I’m going to fucking kill you,” she muttered, nerves shattered by the truths he revealed.
“One of the main reasons you’re bound,” he agreed amiably, setting the knife back down. He leaned toward her, bracing his hands on the cuffs that held her wrists. “Although I have a suspicion that you like it.” His breath caressed her cheek. “Anyone ever tie you up for sex before, Fox?”
“Of course not.”
He stood. “Pity. You’re responding beautifully to it.”
“And you know this how?”
He smiled. “I’ve a little bit of experience with it.”
“Why does that not shock me?”
Laughing, he stepped aside and flipped open a lid over the main controls of the console. “Relax and give in to it, Fox.” He slid a control halfway up its track. “You won’t regret it.”
“I regret ever having met you!” she cried, struggling futilely as lights flashed, indicating monitors that she couldn’t see were coming to life. “I regret that I didn’t bash your head in when you propositioned me the first time.”
His hands went to his suit’s waist seal. “I offered my services rather humbly, as I recall.” He pushed open the seals to reveal dark blue briefs beneath the suit.
She couldn’t decide which was more important to watch -- the bot’s shiny cylinder waiting to impale her or the delicious striptease as he pushed his flightsuit down muscular thighs. “Slick bastard. Like I wanted to be a notch in your belt.”
He bent at the waist to casually pull a short boot off one foot. “Was that what pissed you off so much?” He tossed the boot aside. “That’s not how I meant it. I very much wanted to fuck.” His eyes twinkled. “For hours.”
The skin of her neck tingled at the reminder of how he’d phrased his request. I thought you might appreciate knowing that I’d love to fuck you for a few hours or more. His voice saying that had haunted her ever since.
He attended to the other boot. “Now we have days.”
The bulge in those briefs was quite impressive. A massive, hard ridge tested the stretchy material, complete with a darker, wet patch where the tip would be. That shouldn’t thrill her. “Reckless son of a bitch. Who knows what diseases you carried from woman to woman?”
“Fox, I’m offended. I’m very careful with every one of my lovers.”
“How many hundreds have there been?”
He chuckled as he slipped the rest of the way out of the suit. His thighs were eve
ry bit as hairless as the majority of his body and just as impressive. He tossed the suit on top of the boots, then moved the stool behind the bot with one foot.
“You give me too much credit, Fox,” he mused, attention back on the console and not on her. He glanced down as the bot’s arm moved again, making a small whirring sound as the blunt tip of the cylinder approached her pussy. “I might have had a hundred or so, tops.” It stopped, a cool, light weight at her entrance. “Or do repeated sessions count?”
Panic made her unable to banter. Or was it panic? It was some thrilling, overwhelming sensation that made her lock her gaze on the dildo at the end of the bot’s arm. She could see it vibrating. When she spoke, her voice was raspy. “Get that fucking thing away from me.”
“What’s wrong, Fox?” he asked, sitting on the low end of the bot. “Don’t like my toy?”
She swallowed, trying to regain her composure. “Do you do this to every one of your lovers?”
“No.” His grin was devilish. “Only the special ones.”
She squirmed. “You bastard!”
Clear liquid oozed out of the tip of the thing, and Drake reached forward to smear it down the length with his hand. She shivered, unable to avoid picturing him doing that to his own dick.
“Sticks and stones, Fox,” he chided, using that ancient rhyme.
“Damn it,” she cried as he pushed the thing forward. Cool metal kissed her sensitive, moist nether lips. The vibration made her whimper, and the helpless sound pissed her off. She rolled her hips, but couldn’t move enough to get away. The slim metal slid shallowly into her swollen folds. She threw her head back against the seat’s headrest. “What the hell? If you want me, why not just fuck me? What’s this for?”
He laughed. “I’ll get to that. First --” The bot slipped in a little more, eliciting a gasp from her. “-- I play.”
“What? Can’t you get it up?” she taunted, mortified when a delicious thrill shot through her. The thing teased that aching spot just inside of her, titillating but not nearly satisfying.
“I’m hard already,” he assured her, eyes on the spot where the bot was impaling her. “So any time you want me to shove my cock in this gorgeous pussy of yours, you just let me know.”
