His black eyes studied her. “I wasn't either, but you're the first person I've felt a connection with in over a year.” He didn't touch her, but she shivered as if he had. His voice was silky and low.
Her arms crossed over her chest. “Won't the General have a problem with you ‘romancing’ a suspect?"
Jake shook his head. “There are lots of ways of interrogating.” He raised his eyebrows and she almost giggled. What was wrong with her? He reduced her to a puddle every time she was near him.
"Interrogation isn't romance."
His smile sent heat flooding through her system. “Sometimes it is. Give me a chance."
A vision floated through her mind of being bound and questioned. Instead of frightening her, a flood of heat radiated through her body at the thought.
Resistance crumbling, she stepped over to one of the tables and sat down. The music was muted and sultry. Jake sat across from her. “Thank you."
Smiling impishly, she said. “Oh, it's my pleasure."
His face was serious, his brows knitted together. “I see you're going to make this as difficult as possible for me."
Now, she grinned. “I don't know what you're talking about."
He took a deep breath. “Tell me how you ended up on the Zenith?"
She shrugged. “There's not much to tell. I entered the lottery and got lucky. They chose two hundred out of millions and then whittled it down to one hundred. I made the final cut."
"And your family?"
"What about my family?” This was dangerous territory. Dani didn't want to talk about her past.
"How did they feel about you going into space and probably never returning to Earth?"
She shifted in her chair. “My mother is gone. My father was fine with it.” Time to change the subject. “Tell me. Do you use the VFR often?"
"No, I don't."
Dani sighed. “Neither do I.” She rubbed the palms of her hands over her arms. “For some reason, this trip has been difficult."
"I'm told it's the space travel and confined quarters."
"I guess it's a good thing they have a VFR."
"Well, they ship a hundred male colonists and a hundred female colonists with a mixed bag of military personnel. They wanted to head off trouble."
"It didn't seem to work with us, Captain."
His eyes narrowed on her face. “What do you mean?"
One side of her mouth lifted in a smirk. “I'd say what we're doing constitutes the “trouble” they were trying to avoid. Fraternization. Fucking among the crew. Serious fucking.” She lowered her voice to sultry tones. “The kind of fucking that just thinking about makes me wet."
She was rewarded with a low growl from him. “I'm trying to be romantic rather than attack you."
"Why?” She tipped her head to contemplate him.
His hands clenched on the table top and she was fascinated by their size and strength. “Because I'd like to get to know you, as I said before."
"You can read my file, Captain."
"Daniella,” His voice was soft, almost a purr. “I want to know who you really are, not some random words in a file."
Red flags were waving in front of Dani's face. He wanted to get closer to her and that thought scared her. It was one thing to have mind-blowing sex with him and something completely different to open up her soul. To keep her distance, she knew what she had to do. Distract him with mind-blowing sex.
"Do you really want to know me?” She raised her voice. “Prompt. Bedroom. Prompt. Swing.” Within seconds, the jazz club disappeared and the candlelit room from their first encounter appeared. In the center of the room was an apparatus with two leather swing seats hanging from a sturdy metal bar. “Let's see how much you want to get to know me."
"What are you doing?"
"I'm seeing if you want to know me or some fantasy woman.” She flicked the chain on one of the swings and set it swaying.
"So this is a test?” His face was tight and she could see he was trying to restrain himself. Well, she was going to find out just how restrained he was. There were fantasies she'd always wanted to indulge. If he wasn't into it, she'd better know now.
She shrugged. “You could call it that."
"I see.” Desire flared in his eyes and she let the silence stretch for a moment, waiting for him to back out, run away.
When he didn't, she spoke again. “Prompt. Copy Jake Tarune.” And she smiled wickedly as he raised his eyebrows.
"Two of me?” he asked her.
"That's right."
"He's not me.” Jake stared at his copy that stood still, awaiting input.
She circled the copy. “No, he's not, but he'll give me what I need tonight, if you're up to it."
Challenging him, she stripped off the dress, standing in a lacy black bra and a black thong.
About this time, she expected him to walk out. The swing, the copy, the challenge, she thought would make him bolt. Instead, he just ran his eyes down her body.
"What instructions will you give my twin?” he asked her, his voice was rough.
For a moment, she was disconcerted. He was going along with it? She'd never shared this with another human being. She meant to distract him, scare him off. This was unexpected. “I have a fantasy...” She stopped, uncomfortable.
He stepped closer to her, his breath on her face and his body heat washing over her, but not touching her. “How about this? Prompt. Blindfold. Prompt. Tarune #46.” He put the blindfold over her eyes. “Let's see if my fantasies satisfy you."
Blind, his hands on her shoulders were the only way she made it to the swing. “On your knees,” he demanded. She obeyed.
He bent her at the waist until she was leaning with one of the swings cupping her underarms. Then, he lifted her legs over the other swing and it rested just above her hips so her ass was up in the air. It was like being on all fours but suspended above the floor. The sensation of darkness and the edges of the leather seats digging into her soft flesh combined with the complete powerlessness made for a heady mix. Her blood burned, her nipples hardened and her body trembled as she waited for his touch.
Then his voice was in her ear. “I think I know what you want. His dick won't taste as good as mine, but I want to be the one to fuck you. I don't want to watch anyone, even a copy of me, fucking you.” And he was gone.
Soon, a hot, hard cock was by her mouth and the moaning of its owner when she took it in her mouth made wetness slide down her inner thigh. While she licked and sucked that hard cock, a warm tongue scraped her from clit to her anus. She arched her back and the swings swayed moving the cock in and out of her mouth. A finger explored her tight anal entrance with careful probes and she clenched around him. Jake's tongue explored her weeping pussy as his finger stretched her butt hole. Her moan escaped her throat and vibrated against the penis in her mouth, creating an answering moan in Jake's copy. As Jake's tongue thrust in her slick channel, Jake's copy plunged deeper down her throat.
Jake removed his finger from her ass and replaced it with his tongue, licking and biting her sensitive skin. Then, in perfect unison, the cock in her mouth and the steel rod that plunged into her pussy from behind, rotated back and forth. Her whole body exploded and she swallowed as warm fluid shot into her mouth.
"I know something very important about you.” Jake's voice was low and smooth, like melting chocolate. “Was this your fantasy? To have two men? Tell me, Daniella."
She gasped as Jake stroked her ass with firm touches. “Yes.” She could barely speak, his cock stroked her inner walls with measured thrusts.
"Have you done this with any other man?"
Even in the haze of pleasure, she knew what he was asking her. “No."
"Good.” The satisfaction in his voice sent warmth flooding her stomach and his thrusts slowed. She squirmed in the swing and Jake smacked her lightly on one of her butt cheeks to demand she stay still. She groaned.
The copy of Jake shifted and grasped the top of her black bra to
yank it down and free her breasts. His warm mouth captured one of her nipples and electricity jolted through her body. His other hand rolled her other nipple in his fingers and pin pricks of pain and pleasure flooded her system. Jake continued to slide in and out of her slick channel, his fingers digging into her soft flesh around her hips.
Cool liquid flowed over her ass as Jake added lube to her back side without breaking his rhythm as he drove her closer to the edge. Jake slid two fingers into her tight hole, stretching her and she bucked back to increase the friction.
The copy of Jake continued to bite and suck on her nipples. The contrast of the sting and the intense pleasure sent Dani spiraling into another convulsion.
"I told you he's not me.” Jake's voice was hoarse. “Let's see if you can tell the difference.” The friction as Jake withdrew his cock from her pussy sent shudders along her spine. What was he doing? His voice sounded in front of her face and his breath blew along her inner ear. “The one nice thing about hologram males is that they have hard-ons all night long. I want to know if you can taste the difference."
Her lips were pressed by a cock and she sucked long and deep. The fog of desire clouded her brain, but she knew this wasn't the real Jake. As she slid her tongue along the steel length of Jake's copy, the real Jake stroked her breasts and her ass. She moaned and the cock in her mouth jerked away.
The instant Jake's cock was in her mouth, she knew it was different. The smell of something spicy and hot combined with the taste of her was a heady mixture sending heat to her pussy. She dripped wet droplets that a tongue licked away and she squirmed. It was as if Jake was everywhere, giving her everything. The vein along his length was pulsating along her tongue and the copy of Jake stroked her clit with his tongue. The excitement of having two of them, both him and touching her was enough to drive her to another orgasm, this one clenching every muscle like an archer's bow.
Jake growled and his voice was tight when he spoke. “Prompt. Remove Copy."
Helpless, Dani dangled from the swing, her body languid from pleasure.
But Jake wasn't finished. He took the blindfold off and she blinked her eyes. With a jerk she was out of the swing and thrown on the bed. Barely catching her breath, he buried his face between her legs and nipped her clit. She cried out. Her orgasm was intense and her muscles strained, trapping his head between her legs. He gave her no respite, sucking on her nub and squeezing her ass with his hands. When she came again, she could feel the flow of her release being captured by his tongue. Trembling and weak, she relaxed her legs and he was on top of her, lifting her head by the nape of her neck and claiming her lips.
The kiss was possessive, branding her. Heat flowed through her body and the tip of his penis rubbed just inside her entrance. When she tried to deepen his penetration, one of his arms clamped down on her hips to hold her down. She moaned against his mouth and he devoured her. He broke the kiss and bit her neck, leaving his mark there and driving her crazy.
"Please, Jake! Please don't torture me.” She arched and squirmed underneath him.
His eyes were impossibly dark as he held her gaze and plunged inside her. She screamed as pleasure slammed into her. Over and over, he rammed his cock further into her wet channel. Every thrust, he whispered to her. “Now, Daniella. Give it to me now. Milk me. Come all over my cock."
She whimpered and he drove into her harder. She reached her peak and tumbled off the edge, white lights dancing on the inside of her eyelids.
His answering shout and warm liquid release extended the pleasure until she thought she'd die from it.
Then, the only sound was their harsh breaths.
His hands stroked her body and she sighed as her body trembled and shook in response. “I wanted to get to know you. We didn't have to do this."
"You know more about me than anyone.” She searched his face. Fear sat like a stone in her belly. She'd set out to hide from him, but revealed more every time.
"Let me return the favor.” He lifted away from her body and stood beside the bed naked and beautiful. “You've revealed one of your fantasies. I'll reveal one of mine.” His fingers trailed along her collar bone, between her breasts, to her hip. “Prompt Tarune #32. Prompt chair."
Daniella remained still until he placed his hand in hers and tugged her off the bed. The bed disappeared and the room shifted until it was a bare, white box with the chair in the center. A blinding light shone on the scuffed chair and there were leather straps hanging from the side of the rungs of the back. The only other item in the room was a black bag in the corner, partially hidden in the shadows.
She was still naked, but he was wearing tight leather pants that outlined his leg muscles and firm ass. He led her to the chair.
"I need a safe word.” He spoke softly.
"A what?” Her eyes searched his, anticipation and anxiety rolled along her veins.
"A safe word. A word that will stop the play from going too far."
"I don't understand."
"This is my fantasy, but if it becomes too much for you there has to be a way out. Pick something easy. Something you'll remember."
"I see. I chose Asberek."
"This is an interrogation fantasy.” He began to strap her wrists together behind the chair. Her breasts thrust out and the sensation of the leather combined with the tight binding hardened her nipples. Who knew this would turn her on? He continued. “It's a role playing game where you are the captured soldier and I interrogate you.” His eyes burned as they gazed into hers from his kneeling position. “Your job is to fight me, beg me to release you. I'm revealing a lot to you.” He stood and towered over her.
"Are you going to torture me?” Fear licked her nerves, but there was heat there too, excitement.
"Do you want me to?"
She gritted her teeth. “Yes,” she hissed out.
His features hardened into a cruel mask and he stepped in front of her, a clear outline of his cock bulged in his leather pants. “Tell me what I want to know.” His voice was harsh and cold.
She glared at him. Her part was to resist. Instinctively, she knew that if she resisted, he would punish her. Blessed punishment. She was damp at the thought. She remained silent.
He gripped her hair close to her scalp and yanked her head back. “Talk."
She kept her gaze steady and said, “You haven't asked me a question."
"You know what I want to know.” Cruel, frigid, frightening.
"No, I really don't."
"Tell me your fantasy. I'll know if you're lying.” He growled low in his throat.
"I don't know what you mean."
His hand smacked her cheek. Not hard. Not a full swing, but it stung and brought blood to her face. “You do. The one you hide from everyone. The one you don't have programmed in the VFR."
Her insides shook. How did he know? Was this real or a fantasy? Could she answer him? “No,” she choked out.
His hand slapped against her face again. There was pain, but her nipples puckered more and when he placed his hand at her throat a thrill shot through her. “Try again. Do you want me to hit you harder?"
She gazed into his eyes, drowning in their black, molten heat and nodded. He raised his hand and this time her head rang from his strike. She shook her head to clear it.
He knelt before her and lifted her head. “Daniella?” The tone wasn't The Interrogator.
She met his eyes and murmured, “I'm fine."
"Are you sure?"
"Feel my pussy.” She burned for him, ached for him. As his fingers touched her soft folds, she jumped with pleasure.
"Jesus! You're perfect.” His eyes were hot on the junction between her thighs and she moaned. He stood and The Interrogator was back. “Your fantasy,” he demanded.
She squirmed in her chair, tugging on the restraints. “No. No please. I can't. I won't.” Reality and fantasy began to blur.
"You will.” His hand struck her cheek with much less force than the blow before but it stung, sending mor
e electricity over every nerve in her body. “Tell me."
Tears began to gather and fall. “I fantasize about being kidnapped,” she bit out.
"And?” His hand buried in her hair and made her scalp tingle as he jerked her head back to meet his cold gaze.
"And raped,” she whispered. Her eyes drifted shut. Too much. It was too much. Humiliating.
"Why? Tell me why,” he demanded, emphasizing each word with a tug on her hair.
"I don't know,” she cried.
"Yes, you do. Tell me."
Tears streamed down her cheeks and her chest tightened. “Because I need to be punished."
"For what?"
"I'm a disappointment."
"Keep talking.” He gripped her throat and straddled her on the chair, his erection pressing into her belly.
The words were torn out of her. “My father hated me. I became a mechanic."
"And learned to take apart ATHVs."
"Yes."
"Are you sure you didn't know you had access to them?” he demanded. All of a sudden, the scene was taking on a real quality. Their real issues seemed to be seeping into the fantasy. For a moment, Daniella grasped that thought, but it slipped away as the excitement and fear flushed through her.
"I didn't. I swear.” Her eyes were blurred with tears as she pleaded with him. “Let me go. Please. I don't know anything."
"How did you meet Paul Lestrano?"
"We play Sky Chess together."
"Did you fuck him?” The question was loaded with venom.
"No! I didn't.” Her eyes were wide with fear, but her body was hot and needy. She wanted Jake to fuck her and hard. Punish her for being different.
"You better not have.” Suddenly, he released the restraints with barely contained violence. He jerked her to her feet and pressed her into the wall. His fingers pinched her nipples, the pain only heightening her need. His mouth devoured hers and brooked no resistance.
She had none.
Then, he lifted her hips and plunged inside her, deep, hard, insistent. “Come for me, little prisoner. Come for me now,” he demanded. Pressure built and exploded inside her as she convulsed, her back arched away from the wall. Pleasure slammed into her as he continued to pump inside her slick channel, her head bumping the wall and his hands digging into her hips.
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