by Jet Mykles
He came back into view, a little remote in his hands.
“How many toys with remotes do you have?” she snarled.
“Lots.” He stepped in and scooped her up into his arms.
The bedroom was not as she remembered it. The room itself was the same size with the same subdued blue walls. Even the framed image of an Earth desert remained on the wall beside the narrow closet.
But that was not the bed she remembered. “What’s that?”
He laughed as he knelt on the circular padded platform that hovered maybe a quarter meter above the floor. “My bed.” It was over two meters in diameter and took up more than half of the floor space. The bedchamber on the Kitsune was actually relatively large for a veeby, but this “bed” made it less so.
“That’s not a bed.”
He set her down on the firm but comfortable padding. A ring of reinforced steel encircled the circular mattress, with odd openings at four evenly spaced intervals. Six standard-sized pillows in plain white cases lay scattered across the mattress. No blanket.
“It’s my bed,” he declared, edging back to stand on the floor.
He glanced at the small remote in his hand and pushed a button. She felt a sub-audible hum, but nothing else. He pressed another, and the numb feeling left her hands. A third, and she had the use of her legs.
Scowling, she rolled toward the edge of the bed. She wasn’t entirely certain what she was doing except fighting. Which turned out to be useless. At the edge of the steel rim, she had to stop. There was a force field around the bed that wouldn’t permit her shackles to pass. “Damn you!”
“Neat trick, huh?”
She dropped onto her ass near the side of the bed. Sullenly, she pulled a pillow to her chest, then drew her knees up, hugging them.
“It’s not that bad, Fox,” he chided, setting the remote down on a shelf not a half-meter away. So close yet so far. He turned from her, putting that luscious tight ass in view. “Get some sleep. You’ll need your rest.”
“For what?”
He yawned as he headed back toward the latrine. “I told you. Fucking.”
Once he was out of sight, she stubbornly tried for the remote. But no matter how she twisted, she couldn’t get her arms or thighs to pass the perimeter of the bed. She was able to just touch the shelf with her toes if she stuck her leg out, but it didn’t help. The shelf was welded to the wall and wouldn’t have jostled even if she could get a more solid touch.
She collapsed back on the bed. Tired. Too much had happened. Too much that she couldn’t make sense of. She hugged a pillow and stared at the gray ceiling. She was in the Dragon’s custody, and all he wanted to do was fuck her repeatedly for a week’s time before he dumped her on the dark side of the galaxy. And why was he doing this? Because he claimed that the freestanding government for which she’d worked most of her adult life now sought her death. She couldn’t believe that. But it was hard to deny the obvious facts of the situation that she could see, smell, hear, and touch.
Drake sauntered back into the room, clean, fresh, and still deliciously naked. He checked the pilot’s gauge mounted on the wall just inside the door. Satisfied, he stepped over to snatch up the remote to her restraints and push a button.
She scowled as her arms and legs went numb. Not completely, but moving them was slow going.
“I could smother you in your sleep, you know,” she growled as he knelt beside her on the bed.
Grinning, he hooked an arm about her waist and hauled her toward the middle of the bed. “You’re welcome to try.”
She eyed his body as he arranged the pillows to his liking. Lean and muscular, like the predator he was. Far more lethal than he had been as her recruit. Scars and scratches marred his cream-colored hide in various places, testament to battles. Even without the restraints, she doubted she could win against him hand-to-hand.
He dropped down and turned her on her side with her back to him.
She tried to wiggle away, but it was useless. He banded one pale arm about her waist and pulled her back into the curve of his body.
Sighing, she dropped her head to the pillow he’d arranged for her. Exhausted, she gave in to sleep, trying not to be aware of the warm breath that caressed her neck.
Chapter Sixteen
Drake woke with a boner and a soft-skinned, hard-muscled body in his arms. Life was good. Fox, smelling warm and spicy, was rolled into a tight ball, with her sweet, luscious ass cradling his dick. He pulled her closer, pressing his hips into her.
She woke with a start. She said nothing, didn’t move even the small bit that the restraints would allow, but the tension in her back, neck, and shoulders told him she was aware.
Even better.
He rocked against her, sliding his hand down her flat belly and between her thighs. She hissed when his fingers found wet folds.
He grinned, leaning into her neck, nipping at her earlobe. “Dreaming about me, Fox?”
“You wish,” she growled.
“I could hope.”
He pushed her forward, forcing her onto her belly. She grunted protest but, thanks to the restraints, was unable to really fight when he rolled on top of her. He grabbed her wrists and spread them out above her head. A quick reach further, and he switched on one of the magnetized bolts embedded in the circumference of his bed.
Her head shot up, almost slamming his chin. He thought she’d done it on purpose, then realized it was surprise as she tugged and tried to lower her wrists and found she couldn’t.
“Why the hell did you make your fucking bed into a sex toy?”
“Why not? Where better to have sex?” He nuzzled the back of her neck. “And I like toys.”
Chuckling at her muttered growls, he crawled down her body and off the bed. He supposed he should feel guilty. He’d known darn well that a woman like Fox wouldn’t take lightly to being restrained. But it was a necessity. He’d known from the start that there was no way she’d believe him about the Emirate, which meant he had to restrain her. Seeing her luscious body all laid out and helpless had done things to him that no healthy, adult male could have resisted. This was the woman he’d obsessed over for four years. He’d had to have her.
On a little shelf set beside the bed, he found the ankle cuffs that he’d left there. She watched over her shoulder as he knelt to clasp them about her ankles. She did fight, but the thigh restraints kept her movements to a minimum.
“How many of those damn things do you have?”
Laughing, he activated the two closest magnets on the bed, then watched as her ankles were slowly drawn apart. There was some give. He’d be able to get her most of the way on her knees, but she definitely wouldn’t be able to close her legs. “Dozens,” he told her, reaching forward to remove the thigh restraints. For what he had in mind, he wanted her able to squirm.
“Why doesn’t that surprise me?”
He tossed the thigh restraints onto the shelf and sat back behind her, enjoying the view. Her fine, tight brown ass and silky thighs were spread, providing a shrouded view of her flushed pussy. The long line of her spine bisected a truly lovely back, topped by a long neck and sweet, coal-black hair. The muscles of her arms worked as she stubbornly yanked at her wrists.
Mine. At least for the next few days. The very thought had his dick dancing, eager to sink inside her. He would stop, he consoled his nagging guilt, if she didn’t want him. But she did. It was painfully obvious.
He crawled forward, settling his thighs just inside hers.
He heard her snarl of frustration but didn’t miss the way her hips canted toward him. He gripped her hips and pulled her up. It forced her arms to extend past her head and put her in a beautifully supplicant position. The position spread her ass just enough to display the wet lushness of her sex, and he pulled her cheeks apart to see the dark pucker of her asshole.
“Damn you,” she cursed. “You --” Her protest cut off in a cry as he shoved home into her wet, hot cunt.
“Yeah, Fox
,” he sighed, gripping her waist to keep her steady. “Your pussy’s amazing. You can take every --” He shoved. “-- last --” Another shove. “-- bit of me.”
Her head fell forward, face pillowed on her forearms. Strong hands curled into fists, the knuckles paled from the grip.
Drake let his hips rotate, wanting to rub in every last bit of her. “You want it,” he purred, pushing forward. “Admit it.”
No response except for the minute rock of her hips.
He slid a hand up her spine until he could wrap a fist in some of that gorgeous hair. Quickly, he yanked her head back, loving both her surprised gasp as well as the surprised grip of her pussy around his cock. “You want it, Fox.”
She snarled, eyes closed.
He used his grip on her hair to brace himself as he started to slowly pump in and out of her. “Yeah, you want it. You love it, don’t you?”
“Shut up,” she grunted, bending her neck to try and free her hair.
He yanked back, his grip firm. “What’s wrong? Can’t admit it? Your cunt’s dripping. It’s gripping me so hard I can hardly see straight.”
“Shut up.”
He draped himself over her back, forcing her farther forward onto her arms. “Don’t like to hear it, Fox?” he asked, lips hovering over the shell of her ear. “Don’t want to admit that your body wants to swallow me up.”
He could almost hear her teeth grinding. He picked up speed, forcing a gasp of pleasure from her.
“No one’s ever held you down before, have they?” That fact was patently obvious. As was the fact that she liked it. Her body wouldn’t cream for him like this if she didn’t. Unless she was in touch with that side of her sexuality, someone like Fox wouldn’t willingly give over such control. But he’d seen it before. Tough women like her didn’t want to willingly submit, but when they lost it, it freed a wild side that they rarely knew was inside them. “No one’s ever taken control away from you, have they?”
“Fuck you.”
“No.” He yanked her hair again for good measure. “I’m fucking you, Fox. You’re fucking mine until I let you go.” He stopped moving, his cockhead just inside her. “I’ll have you any way I want you, and there’s nothing --” He slammed home, pushing a soft scream from her. “-- you can do about it.”
That pressed a button. Pissed her off. She screamed, twisting, uselessly trying to buck him off. He’d seen saber cats back on Krystanni mate like this, the male riding the spitting female with his cock buried deep in her. Primal instinct took him over, and he gripped her tightly by the hair and around the waist, plunging his rock-hard cock deep inside her. Even as she fought, her cunt closed around him, nearly wringing an orgasm out of him.
He pinned her, burying her under his weight and forcing her thighs apart as he pounded into her. She arched back, cursing up a storm, her head thrown back into the curve of his neck.
He growled into her ear, holding her down, pistoning into her. On pure instinct, he bit down on her shoulder.
She came screaming, and the violence of it yanked him over the precipice with her.
Chapter Seventeen
Fox sat cross-legged in the middle of Drake’s farce of a bed. A small tray of rehydrated food and an enclosed drink container sat beside her. She had the use of her hands although no utensils.
She chewed a piece of processed meat, hardly tasting it. She tried to concentrate, to use this time while he was out of her sight to piece together what had happened. But no matter how much she tried to think about the Emirate and how her life was quite possibly over, her thoughts kept drifting back to how Drake Ange had pinned her down and thoroughly fucked her.
And how she wanted him to do it again.
She denied it. She was determined to keep denying it, but within her own head it wasn’t so easy. The ruthless precision with which he forced her to beg, with which he controlled her pleasure, was amazing. And frightening. Any of her previous lovers who had even thought to try such a thing would have received physical damage to his person. She would have damaged Drake if she could. But he’d known that, so he’d prevented it. With all her defenses shorn, she’d fallen into a wicked spiral of awesome ecstasy that she never would have imagined existed.
Which was bad.
Yes, she had been attracted to Drake four years ago. But now ... She stared at the closed doorway, aware that her body craved his return. He was going to fuck her again. He’d said as much. And despite her wish not to, she wanted it.
Damn it!
The door opened and Drake sauntered back in. She shivered despite herself. He was so damn beautiful. The pale Krystanni coloring and that eerie red dragon gave him an almost fantasy quality, like something out of ancient Earth mythology. He brought to mind fanciful images of swords and mythical beasts, which was entirely unlike her.
She drew her brows down into a scowl as he came to stand beside the bed. The cock she tried not to look at was at half-mast, stirring like the tail of that damn dragon etched on his chest.
“Did you miss me, Fox?” he asked jovially.
She didn’t deign to answer. Self-consciously, she pulled her knees up to her chest, hugging them. Ridiculous to cover herself, she knew, since he’d already thoroughly explored her.
He chuckled and reached for the nearly empty tray before her. Without shackles, he didn’t even feel the force field that kept her pinned. “Did you get enough to eat?”
She considered kicking at his square jaw but decided against it. Judging from the wary look in his eye, he was expecting it. It almost never paid to do what your adversary expected. “Yes.”
“Good.” He set the tray on the shelf beside the bed, then knelt on the rim. He pressed something beside his knee.
She felt the magnetic pull on her ankles. It forced her knees to straighten before her. Grimacing, she watched her legs slide across the soft blue fabric that covered the mattress. The magnets in the bed’s rim somehow recognized each restraint individually. Sophisticated magnets for such a perverted purpose. The two bolts nearest him pulled at each of her ankles, spreading her legs before her. She leaned back on her arms and glared up at Drake. If she were to judge by the look on his face as he eyed her pussy, he enjoyed the view.
He walked around behind her and pressed the rim again. Now there was a pull to her wrists. This time there wasn’t so much a pull as a restriction. She kept her arms where they were, but she couldn’t pull them in any closer to her body.
She scowled up at him. “Did you design these contraptions yourself?”
He laughed, kneeling beside her on the bed. “I wish I could take credit, but no.” He crawled over and settled on his heels between her legs. “They’re Masaman design.”
She sneered. “That figures.” The country of Masama on planet Rigue was notorious for pursuits of the flesh. The populace was supported by porn vids and huge entertainment centers that offered every sin of the flesh imaginable. She leaned back as he continued to crawl over her, doing her best not to feel intimidated by that big, predatory body hovering above hers. “Spend much time there, do you?”
“I have, yes.”
“Should I worry about diseases?” she snarled. He had her back on her elbows now, her face averted as he leaned in.
He nuzzled the exposed side of her neck. “Not at all. I’m very careful and have a clean bill of health.”
She sniffed. “How do you know I have a clean bill of health?”
He laughed, the soft breeze of his breath causing goosebumps. “There is no way in any galaxy that you, Fox, would allow any lover to taint you with an STD.”
Her eyes closed halfway, unable to avoid enjoying the silky slide of his lips over her flesh. She swallowed. “You know me so well, do you?”
“I do.”
She snorted.
He pulled up so she could see his smug face. “I’ve kept track of you, Fox.”
“What?”
“It borders on an obsession. I know more about you than you could possibly imagine.
”
Her eyes got wide. “You’re who’s been hacking into my records.”
“Guilty as charged. I’ve got connections at Rainier. Belated congratulations on being promoted to major.”
She scowled. “I was trying to catch you.”
He chuckled. “I know. I also know about that idiot boyfriend who thought he was the love of your life. I also heard about you tossing him on his ear. Nearly busted a gut when I heard you shot him.”
“He was not my boyfriend, and he deserved it.” She sneered. “He snuck in on me.”
“I know.” He sucked on her earlobe briefly. “I also know who gave him the access code.”
“Someone in security ...” She trailed off when he pulled back, eyes glinting as he shook his head. That lock of orange hair dislodged from behind his ear to fall partially over his eye. “What?”
“That’s just what he said. That’s not who gave it to him. You think if it was just some lowlife in security, that person wouldn’t have been exposed?”
That had seemed strange. “Who gave it to him?”
He flipped his head to move the lock of hair aside. “The same person who hired me to kill you.”
She froze. “Who?”
His gaze fixed on her lips. “Kiss me and I’ll tell you.”
“What?”
He smiled. “I’ve been dying to kiss you, and I know you’ll bite my tongue off if I try. But if you kiss me -- really kiss me -- I’ll tell you.”
“Bargains? I thought this was all about brute force and you getting what you want.”
“Nope. I’m willing to get what I want from you any way I can.”
She looked at his lips. Dusky pink with a bottom lip just made for suckling. He was right that she’d bite him if he tried, and she hadn’t realized until he mentioned it that he hadn’t. “Fine.”
He leaned in until his lips were a breath away from hers. “Bite me and I can’t tell you.”
She rolled her eyes. “Yes, yes, get on with it.”
He sealed their lips. She tried to push into the kiss and out of it quickly, but she’d known she wouldn’t get away with that. He caught the back of her head with one big hand and tilted her neck so that she was at a better angle for him to take her mouth fully. His tongue swept her lips and she opened unthinkingly, allowing him entrance. He explored delicately, prodding her tongue. She stubbornly refused to play back, although it was mighty tempting.
