by Renee Rose
All clear.
Slipping out, she ran on bare feet down the back stairwell until she reached the ground floor.
Voila! It turned out there was a shed she hadn’t noticed when they arrived, tucked in the corner of the itty bitty parking spot cum yard.
She tried the door, but it was locked. Hopefully, it was as primitive as the lock on her collar, and she could simply pick it. She went back up the stairs for the knife, her bare feet silent on the wooden steps. As she reached the door, the sound of a shuttle pulling into the yard below reached her ears.
Gav’n! She slipped inside, raced upstairs to their bedroom, and threw herself on the bed, as if she’d been lounging there.
The door opened downstairs.
Fuck. Her hand flew to her neck. She’d left the collar on the table below.
“Mira?” Judging from the sound of Gav’n’s outraged roar, he’d seen it. “Mira!” he shouted again before she even had a chance to think about answering.
Heart pounding, she climbed off the bed. “I’m—”
“Mira!” A pitch of desperation tinged his roar now. His footsteps pounded up the stairs, shaking the old walls with their thunder.
“I’m right he—”
He arrived in the doorway, the collar clutched in his hand, eyes wild. They widened when he saw her, and then he sagged against the doorframe. The relief only lasted a moment, though, replaced by fury. “What in the hell is going on?” He shook the fist with the collar, advancing slowly toward her.
Lying seemed fruitless. What could she possibly say? It fell off?
She opted for stubborn, instead. Folding her arms over her chest, she lifted her chin. “I told you I don’t like it. It’s too heavy, too tight, and I don’t like being a prisoner in my own home.”
Her own home. Did she really consider this place to be her home already?
Interest also flickered on Gav’n’s expression before it hardened into something more resolute.
He took another step toward her, face dark and dangerous. She saw the cop in him now—he appeared lethal. It didn’t hurt that he was a foot-and-a-half taller than her. “So what? You picked the lock?”
She nodded.
He put his hands on his hips and gazed upward, as if imploring some higher power for patience. Did Pra’kirians believe in a higher power? She made a mental note to ask later on.
“And you left it there for me to see? You wanted me to know our device can’t hold you?”
She hoped he didn’t notice the flush creeping up her neck. This part of the story, she definitely wanted to keep a secret. She swallowed and nodded.
His mouth firmed. “Clothes off.” The hardness of his tone snapped like a whip.
Punishment.
What would it be this time? The belt? Or something worse?
She considered refusing the order, but even if she was willing to run away—which she wasn’t, not without a plan— she’d never outrun Gav’n in a race. Her only choice was to strip and accept his discipline. She pulled off the jumper.
Gav’n tossed several pillows in the middle of the bed. “Lie over them.” He sounded grim.
She obeyed, placing her hips over the stack of padding so it lifted her ass in the air.
Gav’n stalked to the closet and emerged carrying several strips of silky fabric—some kind of formal men’s tie, perhaps? He used one to bind her ankles together and the second to tie her wrists behind her back.
“Since you won’t wear your collar, I’ll have to keep you tied up. Remember this was your choice when your arms fall asleep, little girl.”
She bit back the fuck you rising to her lips.
Gav’n went to the closet again, and this time returned with a thin cane.
Oh shit. Her bottom clenched reflexively.
He rested one knee on the bed and clasped one of her bound hands in his larger one. The move surprised her, but before she had a chance to lift her head and look at him, the cane swished through the air and landed across her buttocks like a line of pure fire.
She screamed, bowing up in shock.
“That’s for defiance.” He struck again.
She panted with a moan of pain.
“And that’s for being too damn clever for your own good.” Another line of fire.
She gasped, tears smarting her eyes.
He whipped her again. “That’s for scaring the crap out of me, thinking you’d run away.” Another wicked line of fire.
She screamed, certain she couldn’t take any more. It was so much worse than the belt.
But the cane swished through the air again and landed mercilessly. “And that’s for being sweet enough to stay.” His voice grew soft on the last words, and he leaned over and kissed her heaving back. Was that gratitude or affection in his voice?
The cane clattered to the hardwood floor and sounded like it rolled under the bed. If she were smart, she’d retrieve it and burn it before he remembered where it had gone. Her entire ass was on fire, her body shaking.
Something beeped, and Gav’n muttered a curse her translator didn’t get—something like volchek. “What is it?” he snapped, and she realized he was speaking into his communicator.
“Commissioner, I’m sorry to bother you, but we have a suspected bomb threat at Endermere Academy for Higher Learning. The team is responding, but I thought you’d want to know.”
Gav’n cursed again. “I’ll meet them there.” He disconnected. “Volchek. Volchek. Volchek. Now, what in the hell am I going to do with you? Hmm?” He slapped her throbbing ass. “Obviously, you can’t be left alone for even a minute.”
She heard him rummage in the closet again, and when he returned, he had another silk tie. He unfastened her ankles from each other and quickly tied one to each bed post, so she lay with her hips still lifted and her legs spread wide, pussy exposed.
“I would have preferred to stay and watch this particular part of your punishment, but I am needed elsewhere.” He moved with quick efficiency.
“What part...ooh!” She tried to tighten her ass when a glop of something cool dropped between her cheeks.
Gav’n rubbed it in a tight circle around her anus and then pressed a plug against her opening.
She attempted to kick her legs, but with her ankles tied wide, they didn’t budge. “What are you doing?” she spluttered.
“Making you a sorry little girl. I don’t have time to go slow, so open for me now.” He pressed the object with more insistence and, against her will, the tight ring of muscles yawned to admit the plug. No—it wasn’t a plug. It was worse—a vibrator! The phallus hummed to life, stimulating every nerve ending in her pelvic floor and inside her ass.
“Ohhhh,” she moaned.
“I’m not finished.” His fingers probed her pussy. “Good, you’re already wet.” He thrust a second, larger vibrator inside her channel and set it to hum, as well. “Don’t even think about moving from this position.” He slapped her poor, throbbing ass and she heard him leave the room.
“Jakk, I have a situation,” his terse voice sounded from the stairs as he left her there, in total wanton misery.
~.~
Jakk’s head swam and he had to lean against the bedroom door frame to keep from lurching. Their little human lay naked on her belly, legs tied wide, striped ass raised up on pillows, vibrating dildos buzzing in both her anus and dripping pussy.
She hadn’t heard him come in, and the blankets were clenched in her teeth as she moaned a repetitive, plaintive cry. The scent of her arousal filled the room, and energy snapped and crackled, rebounding off the walls and sending waves of heat cascading through his body. His cock was harder than a rock.
“I heard you were a very naughty girl.”
Her head snapped up, and she twisted, trying to see over her shoulder. Her eyes were glassy and dilated, cheeks flushed bright-red.
“Jakk, Jakk, Jakk,” she breathed in a chant. “Oh God, please...please.”
He was afraid to move from the doorway. If he got even a foot
closer to her, he’d lose all control and take her without any consent.
“Were you naughty, Mira?”
“Yes. I’m sorry.” She shifted her upper body, as much as she was able to with her hands tied behind her back. “I hate the collar. I took it off. But I didn’t run away. I’m still here. Please, doesn’t that count for something?”
The desperate plea in her voice finally got through his fog of lust, and he walked to the bed, untying first one ankle then the other.
She humped the pillows, her welted ass squirming and wriggling.
He inhaled slowly through his nose, trying to clear his head. The scent of her arousal only made it worse, though. He pulled the vibrator out of her pussy and switched it off. It was coated with her sweet juices.
“Jakk,” she moaned.
He removed the anal vibrator and switched it off then untied her wrists.
She whined and moved them slowly up by her head. A wild, animal-like expression painted her face. Her little body shook, and she breathed in short pants.
“You look like one very sorry little girl.” He ran his thumb down her cheek.
She mumbled something including Gav’n’s name, but he didn’t catch the rest. He roughly rubbed her ass, punishing and soothing at the same time. She moaned, lifting her curves into his hand.
His communicator beeped with a call from Gav’n. He fit an earpiece into his ear so Mira wouldn’t hear Gav’n. “I’m home.”
“Is she all right?”
“She didn’t go anywhere, if that’s what you mean. I don’t know if she’s all right. She’s feverish and shaky.”
“She needs you to fuck her.”
His cock surged at his brother’s words, but he steeled himself against the urge to do exactly that.
“Ask her. Say, Do you need your master’s cock?”
Only his own desperate need prompted him to follow his brother’s urging. “Mira,” he said hoarsely. “Do you need your master’s cock?”
“Yes. Yes, sir. Yes, Master.” She spread her legs the way they’d been when he walked in.
He disconnected the call with Gav’n and tossed the communicator onto the couch. In a nanosecond, he had his pants down and his aching cock free. He climbed over Mira and rubbed the head of his cock over her slick entrance.
“Bad girl,” he said thickly, his tongue tangling as his cock inched into her hot, wet channel. Her muscles squeezed him. “Oh, Mira,” he groaned. “I knew you’d be tight, but I had no idea it would be this good.”
He tried to hold back because she was so much smaller and it was their first time, but she arched her ass even higher than the pillows, wantonly begging for it. He gripped her hips, unable to restrain himself. He manipulated her body with his hands, alternately lifting and lowering her pelvis over his cock then bracing her pelvis for him to pound into her, his flesh slapping her heated ass.
The noises she made destroyed him. Little grunts. Mewls. Choked cries. His fingers dug into her flesh, cock thrust and retreated like his life depended on it. He knew he was too rough with her, but he couldn’t contain his lust, his desire. She’d been a torture to him since the moment they’d stripped her naked the night before. He’d spent the night feverish with desire from having her lush little body nestled up against his.
His vision closed into a narrow tunnel. Nothing but pure desire and the need to quench it drove him. His thighs flexed, balls tightened. Stars sparked in the periphery. “Mira, yes, yes, hell yes!” he roared, driving so deep inside, he flattened her to her belly, and still he wanted deeper, deeper...to the depths of her soul to mark her forever with his seed. Cum shot down his shaft, hot streams filling her.
Ecstatic silence closed in on him, shut down his senses. After ages, or maybe only a few moments, he became aware of his little human panting beneath him, their bodies so tight he didn’t know where his ended and hers began.
Aaaand he was probably suffocating her. He sure as hell hoped he hadn’t hurt her. Shit—what if he had? He lifted away from her, easing out of her glorious channel with a groan.
“Mira,” he rasped, settling beside her. Her blonde hair swooped and twisted on the bedcovers, fanning out from her face, still hidden deep in blanket.
She made a faint “hmmm” sound.
“Sweet little human.” He stroked his large hand down her slender back. “I was too rough with you. I’m sorry. I couldn’t control myself. I’ve needed to do that since the moment you came here.”
He might have worried at her refusal to lift her head, but she made a little swishing motion with her ass, a little wiggle he took to be contentment. He’d feel better if she’d show him her face, promise him she was unhurt and didn’t hold a grudge for the way he’d lost control, but he settled for stroking and petting her.
After a few minutes, her breath slowed, and he realized she must have dropped into sleep. His heart twisted. How could it be he’d already come to care about her so much it hurt?
He loved her. Would she ever love him? Even if she got over the fact he was little more than her glorified prison guard, there was his deformity. No Prak’irian female could love a man like him. The best he could hope for was Mira to tolerate his presence and accept what he had to offer.
No, he’d better put out the little spark of hope lodged in his chest, threatening to catch flame and grow ever brighter.
She still hadn’t met the girls. And her rebellion had not been quelled nearly enough for him to feel comfortable she wouldn’t bolt at the first opportunity.
They had huge hurdles ahead of them just to coexist together. He’d better forget about love.
~.~
Mira woke to a darkened room, her stomach rumbling angrily. She hadn’t slept so deeply since their cryosleep on the ship.
She pushed up to sit. Ow. Her weight on her tender ass brought back Gav’n’s caning and Jakk’s rough fucking. It had been...well, she didn’t even know how to assign meaning to it.
The door pushed open and Gav’n came in, handsome in his still-crisp uniform, and carrying a tray of food. “Pashika, you’re awake.”
She licked her lips, despite her reservations about how the food would go down. “Yes, Master.”
He sat on the edge of the bed and slid the tray in front of her, balancing it on her thighs. “Hungry, love? You missed lunch. Jakk prepared you a variety of things to try—all foods known to be gentle on the stomach.”
She examined the tray, which held a bowl of steaming soup, a small plate of a sliced green vegetable, and the madlyne fruit. “Thank you both,” she murmured, and picked up a spoon to sample the soup.
Gav’n’s eyes were soft as he watched her. He reached out and attempted to detangle her hair with his fingers, but caught a knot and pulled. “Sorry.”
She smiled, and their gazes caught, held. Sudden shyness crept over her—odd after what Gav’n had already seen and done with her. She dropped her eyes to the food.
The soup was salty and flavorful. “Mmm,” she murmured as the juices from her stomach surged with enthusiasm. Suddenly starving, she picked up the bowl and drank from the side, draining the entire thing.
Catching Gav’n’s shocked expression, she grinned and wiped a drip from the corner of her mouth. “It’s not polite on Earth, either.”
He threw back his head and laughed, the deep rich sound warming her.
She handed the tray back to him. “I don’t think I should try anything else until I see how this goes down.”
“Very well.” He took the tray and set it on the bedside table. His eyes glittered as he considered her.
“You were a good girl to take your master’s cock like you did this afternoon.”
Take your master’s cock.
The words alone had her pussy clenching and her belly fluttering.
“Jakk said he was too rough with you. I need to inspect.” He reached for her, pulling her onto his lap.
She struggled, but he easily mastered her, flipping her over his lap and slapping her raw
ass.
“Your masters are responsible for your well-being. That means this little body is under our charge. We must know what’s going on with it at all times.”
He ran his hand lightly over her welts, circling her bottom with a soothing caress. “You have a perfect little ass, Mira. And, I have to confess, I love to see my marks on it. I like knowing you’re subject to my rules and discipline.”
Her belly twisted with that pronouncement, but the protest inside her didn’t find its way out. Possibly because it wouldn’t be entirely honest.
He pried her thighs apart and traced one fingertip along the seam of her pussy. “A little swollen from use. Is it terribly sore?”
“A little. Not terribly.” The memory of the normally reserved Jakk pounding into her, his lust unchecked, sent fresh arousal snaking through her core. The sense of power in knowing she evoked that much passion from him more than made up for his roughness.
He traced up from her slit to the crack of her ass, wiggling the pad of his digit over her anus. “When you take my cock, it will be here, Mira.”
She squeezed her cheeks, clamping them closed on his finger.
He laughed and slapped the back of her thigh. “You will like it, I promise.”
Fuck that! Er...no—never fuck that.
He rolled her over and gathered her into his arms. Amusement sparkled in his eyes. “You will beg me for it, pashika.”
“No, I won’t.” She let her stubborn show.
He touched the tip of her nose. “With respect.”
“Master.”
He palmed one of her breasts. “You will,” he murmured. Once more she was reminded of the steel beneath Gav’n’s seemingly laid-back demeanor. “We still have a problem, little human.”
She grimaced.
“Jakk and I thought we could leave you home alone with the collar on. Now that we know you can remove it, we can’t. Are we going to have to tie you up every time we leave?”
She shook her head, the edge of panic creeping in. The hour she’d spent tied up alone with the vibrators in her had nearly killed her. “I won’t remove it, Master.”
Gav’n looked regretful. “I wish I believed you, pashika, but I can’t. We’ll have to find some other way to track you, perhaps a surgical implant.”
