Bound to Trust

by Jaci Burton

  So big deal. Do it. It doesn't matter, anyway. The important thing is the assignment. Think promotion, and don't think about anything else.

  With a resigned sigh, she lifted the dress higher, revealing her thighs.

  "You have beautiful legs."

  No, she didn't. Her thighs were large. Firm from all the exercise she did, but not pencil thin like a lot of other women. She didn't possess the body type attractive to most men. Why did that matter, anyway? What did she care what Kaden thought of her thighs? This was a job, and nothing more.

  "Are you wearing panties, Marina?"

  "Yes."

  "Slide them off."

  "What?" Surely he wasn't suggesting she give him a little striptease in the corner of the restaurant.

  "Take them off. And don't make me repeat myself again, or you'll be punished."

  "Yeah, right. What could you possibly do to me here to punish me?"

  "Obey me, or I'll turn you over my knee and give the restaurant patrons a little glimpse of your naked ass while I spank you."

  "You wouldn't."

  He arched a brow. "Try me."

  Would he really do that? Surely not. Then again, aliens very often had different views of what constituted an embarrassing situation. He probably would have no qualms about baring her ass and spanking her in the middle of the room.

  Her cunt quivered at the mental image.

  The look in his eyes indicated he was dead serious. Ignoring the tingling between her legs, she lifted her dress. Heat spread over her face at being put into this position, and she mentally damned Kaden for forcing her into this. She had half a mind to stand up and walk out of the restaurant, mission be damned. Instead, she reached for her panties, pulled them over her knees and down her legs. When they were off, she wadded them in her fist.

  "Give them to me."

  She hesitated at first, but he continued to glare at her, so she handed them over. He slipped them into his pocket and took a sip of his wine.

  A simple act, and yet showing his possession of her. He had her panties, which she supposed was a form of Dom control over his sub. She hadn't done as much research as she would have liked to, but she had spent a little time going over the dominant and submissive relationship on her computer at home.

  Marina had to admit that sitting there with no panties on and her dress pulled up almost to her crotch was amazingly stimulating. The cool air caressed her slit and her pussy quivered with excitement. Creamy arousal pooled between her legs, the decadent feeling of doing something she shouldn't be doing making her cunt spasm with anticipation.

  She'd never had a man play intimate games with her before. Sex had been reserved for the bedroom and had been more perfunctory than arousing. This was...different, and not in a bad way. Her body had awakened to new sensations, her mind following suit and thinking very naughty thoughts.

  Her vibrator was going to be in for a treat tonight.

  "Let me see your pussy," he said, turning sideways in the booth so that he faced her.

  Marina sucked in a breath, trying not to show how his words affected her. "I don't think so."

  He sighed. "Are we going to do this all night? I give the command and you argue? It can't work this way on Xarta. You're either in this assignment or you're out. I can easily contact Laren and get someone else--"

  "Fine," she hissed, angry as hell that he played that trump card. "I'll do it." She looked around the restaurant to be sure no one was watching, then subtly pulled the dress higher, revealing her pussy. Her nipples beaded and pressed against her silk bra, the contact of skin to satin like a soft caress.

  Kaden looked down. His chest rose with his intake of breath, his eyelids half closing as he inhaled. "I can smell you. Sweet, like vanilla. Musky, like a woman in the depths of heavy arousal." He opened his eyes and met her gaze.

  Marina swallowed and tried to think clearly. Clarity was damned difficult with the way Kaden was looking at her. He smiled and she wanted to dissolve, liquefy and slide under the table into a puddle. The air in the restaurant had suddenly become stifling hot and she found it hard to breathe. Her pussy went into pulsing spasms of uncontrollable desire, her juices seeping along her inner thigh.

  This wasn't supposed to be turning her on!

  "I'm going to touch you," he said, and her eyes widened, but this time she didn't respond.

  What could she say? There was no point in denying she was more aroused than she'd ever been before. He laid his hand on her thigh, sliding it toward her aching slit. She sucked her bottom lip between her teeth and fought the urge to beg him to hurry.

  His hand was hot against her skin, his palm rough as he moved along her inner thigh as if he had all the time in the world to explore her. Marina glanced up to see the waiter approaching them with a tray in hand. She quickly pulled her dress down and made to move away.

  "Don't move," Kaden said.

  "The waiter's coming!" she whispered back, clenching her legs together so he'd get the hint and remove his hand.

  "The waiter can't see what I'm doing. Now relax and smile at him."

  Her thighs trembled as the waiter approached. Kaden continued to tease her inner thigh, drawing ever closer to her aroused flesh. Despite the fear of discovery, the fact he continued to touch her was like a jolt of wicked lightening, so exciting she was afraid she'd come before he ever reached her pot of gold.

  Apparently oblivious to what was happening under her dress, the waiter deposited their food on the table and asked if there'd be anything else. Her mind whispered, yes, an orgasm would be nice, but she quickly shook her head and stifled a gasp as Kaden's fingers brushed her mound.

  After the waiter left, Marina squeezed her legs together, trapping Kaden's hand between her thighs. "Kaden, dinner's here."

  "Then eat," he replied, his fingers traveling higher.

  How was she supposed to eat when he was doing such delicious things to her body? Her appetite had shifted from hunger for food to starvation for what his fingers could do to her.

  "I said eat." He picked up his fork with his right hand, still exploring her slit with his free hand, dipping his fingers into the nectar spilling from her cunt.

  She picked up her fork and put a few bites into her mouth, but she couldn't concentrate on eating. Hell, she didn't even know what she was eating! How could she focus on anything but the way Kaden touched her sex? She let out a gasp when he circled her clit, drawing her juices over the distended nub and slowly caressing her. She forced the fork back in her mouth, then moaned when he slid one finger inside her.

  He continued to swirl his fingers over her sex, occasionally dipping one finger inside her. All the while, he continued to eat as if he wasn't paying the slightest attention to the turmoil he was causing between her legs. Marina couldn't eat a bite of food. Her appetite had definitely trained itself in a different direction.

  "You're hot," he said, laying his fork down on his empty plate. "And very wet."

  She was also extremely close to coming, and if he kept fucking her with his finger she'd have an orgasm in less than a minute.

  But he withdrew, and slid his finger between his lips, drawing her nectar into his mouth. "You taste like hot sex. I'd love to crawl between your legs and lick you until you poured more of that sweet juice into my mouth, Marina. Tell me, would you like that?"

  Despite the fact they were in a public place, she wanted nothing more than to feel his hot mouth on her aching sex, lapping up her cream until she screamed so loud the kitchen help would hear her. Of course he wouldn't do that, so there was no harm in telling him how much she really wanted that to happen. "Yes."

  He dabbed his mouth with the napkin and pushed the table away from the booth a few inches. Her jaw dropped when he slipped down under the table and pulled her knees apart.

  Oh my God! "Kaden, get up! What are you doing?" she said, hoping she was whispering as opposed to the shrieking, shocked voice she heard in her own head.

  "I'm giving you what you
want. Remember this when I ask you to do something for me."

  "Get out of there! You can't..."

  Her words were lost as he pulled her ass forward, aligning her aching cunt with the edge of the cushioned booth. He leaned between her thighs and took a long, slow lick along her slit.

  She tensed and tried to scoot away, but he held tight to her thighs. She had a choice now. Force the issue and scream if she had to, thereby causing no end to the embarrassment she'd suffer, or let him do whatever he wanted.

  Dammit, neither of those were good choices.

  "Kaden, don't. Please get out of there."

  He looked up at her, his fingers caressing the skin of her thighs. "You will quickly learn that you have no say so in what I do. I do what I please, when I please. Just relax and enjoy it, Marina."

  Sit back and enjoy it? She'd never be able to do that. She'd have to keep an eye on everyone around her while trying to hold in the moans that he was already causing. There was no way she was going to enjoy--

  Oh, dear God in heaven!

  Marina could only shudder and fight back the moans that threatened to escape her lips. Kaden's tongue was magical, his mouth heaven on earth as he sucked her clit, gently tugging the nub until all she could see were the sparks of pleasure.

  She peeked down and watched him stroke and lick her, sliding his tongue inside her throbbing cunt to lap up the juices she couldn't seem to control. He lifted his eyes and met her gaze, holding her as if he commanded that she watch. He shifted, raised his hand alongside his mouth and plunged two fingers inside her pussy. She whimpered, then coughed to hide the sound.

  Somewhere in the recesses of her mind she wondered if anyone was watching, then finally decided she didn't care. Let them watch. She was seconds from coming, lifting her hips now to drive her sex against Kaden's mouth. Pressure built within her at his relentless strokes, his tongue and mouth creating a vortex of sensations she could no longer manage.

  Kaden had the control--all of it. She could do nothing but sit there and give herself to him, acquiescing to his unspoken demands. With every swipe of his tongue, every thrust of his fingers, he controlled her. His mastery of her body was shocking. No man could ever get her off without explicit instructions, yet he played her as if he knew every intimate part of her body.

  She couldn't take it anymore. Holding her fist against her mouth, she bit down to quiet the screams that bubbled in the back of her throat as her climax hit her hard and furious. Her legs shook, her ass pumped up and down in time to the rhythmic strokes of Kaden's tongue. He drank up all the juices she spilled until she had nothing left to give him. Spent, she remained in the same wanton position he'd put her in as he eased back up and took his place next to her. In fact, he was the one who smoothed her skirt down over her legs and gently pulled her upright. She couldn't have done it. Whether from shock or utter satisfaction, she felt like a bowl of gelatin.

  She'd never given herself like that to a man before. Never. She'd always called the shots. Told them where to touch her, how to fuck her. And even then, she hadn't come.

  Her first experience with Kaden, in a restaurant no less, and she'd had the best orgasm she could remember having. And she'd had very little say so in how that orgasm had come about. The realization left her more than a little uncomfortable.

  Kaden took a long drink of his wine, then turned to her. "Now you understand, at least the beginning. You were very good to do as I said. Get used to it."

  She looked down and saw his raging erection pressed firmly against his pants. It was long and thick and made her mouth crave a taste of him.

  His gaze followed hers and when she looked up at him, he smiled. "You'll have plenty of chances to pleasure me. In fact, very soon that's all you'll be doing. Everything you do on Xarta will be for my pleasure and my pleasure alone."

  She should tell him she'd do nothing at all for his pleasure, but right now he was right--she'd do pretty much anything he asked of her. That mind-blowing orgasm he'd given her was like nothing she'd ever experienced.

  As if he'd been paid to stay away, their waiter suddenly reappeared and asked if they wanted dessert. Marina smiled and shook her head, thinking she'd already had the best post-dinner delight of her life.

  "Tomorrow night we'll set you up to begin haunting the locations of the kidnappings. If all goes well, it won't be long until you're taken. I'll be heading to Xarta tonight to reestablish myself in my home city. Once there I'll contact the auctioneers and let them know I'm seeking out a new submissive. I'll specifically ask for someone with your beauty and exotic looks."

  Beauty? Exotic looks? Her? She refused to be complimented by his description of her. In fact, she refused to be moved at all by the blond-haired alien who oozed sex from his pores. She was tough. She could take this, and she absolutely, positively would never submit to him in her reality. The minimum required--that's all he'd get from her.

  And if she received a few more earth-shattering orgasms like the one he just gave her, she'd consider that a perk of the job.

  Chapter Three

  For two nights Marina had set herself up as a kidnap wannabe, only to discover no one wanted to kidnap her. How embarrassing.

  She'd spent the first night strolling around two of the suspected clubs. Oh sure, she'd been offered drinks and danced with a few of the guys, but nothing else happened. No one had asked her out. Not that she'd have said yes, but it would have been nice to have been asked, dammit.

  One more night of hitting the clubs in this stupid outfit and she'd scream. High heels--again--along with a skirt that was too tight and too short. The skin-tight top accentuated her large breasts. Laren should be shot for forcing her into this getup. She was uncomfortable and out of her element. In fact, she looked like a woman desperate to find a man. The whole scenario was revolting.

  She surveyed the BDSM club she'd ventured into for tonight's wasted effort, convinced that no one was going to kidnap her no matter what type of woman Kaden asked for. The club was a single room packed with people dressed in all manners of bondage gear, from tight leather to cuffs, bars, masks and chains. Then there were those dressed normally, and of course the ones who were stark naked except for the collar and leash binding them to their masters. Interestingly, there were both male and female submissives. With a snort, she wondered if any of the male submissives were men she'd slept with, because the guys in her past certainly had no idea how to take the initiative.

  Too bad she didn't have more time to ask each person what the hell they were wearing and why. She'd wager she'd get quite an education in a place like this. Then again, if all went as planned and she ended up a slave on Xarta, she'd probably get much more enlightened than she wanted to.

  The other night in the restaurant with Kaden already seemed like a distant dream, something that happened only in her imagination. She wasn't that kind of girl, silly as that sounded. Normally she'd never allow a man to dominate her so completely, do things to her that she'd never dream of doing in public. And yet she'd been completely pliable in Kaden's hands. Her body thrummed with awakening desire at the remembered feel of his soft tongue against her clit. She'd about fallen out of the booth at the first touch of his wet mouth against her aching slit. But the most amazing thing about that night was that she had come. For years she'd tried to show men the roadmap to pleasing her, with no success.

  Until Kaden. He'd rocketed her into an orgasm so easily, when no man had ever been able to do that before. Her thoughts lingered on what it would be like to fuck him, to wrap her legs tight around him and pull his cock deep into her throbbing pussy.

  Kaden was a dangerous man. A dangerous man who had influenced her when she was in a weakened condition. She frowned as she remembered that condition--her skirt hiked up to her hips and his face buried between her legs. Yes, she'd have to watch herself around him.

  That is, if she ever saw him again. At the rate she was going, she'd be pulled off this case within the next twenty-four hours and replaced w
ith a younger, thinner, more attractive investigator.

  And wouldn't that just look great on her work record? Fat, unattractive unit officer pulled off case for utter failure to be enticing.

  Ugh.

  "Thirsty?"

  She turned at the sound of a distinctly female voice. A young woman stood in front of her. Couldn't be more than mid-twenties. Blonde, blue-eyed perfect specimen of woman. Big breasts, small waist and long legs. The last person Marina should be standing next to. She looked like a bronze hippo next to this creature.

  "Hi. My name is Marina."

  "I'm Rora," the blonde said, dropping her eyes as she spoke.

  A submissive movement, no doubt. Lord this woman was gorgeous. "Nice to meet you, Rora."

  "Thank you," she said with a smile, peeking through her lashes at Marina. "I saw you standing here alone and thought you might like a drink."

  Hard to believe that a woman like this would be wanting to hang out with Marina, considering the amount of men currently salivating in their direction. "Sure, I'd love one."

  Rora handed her a glass filled with a red mixture. "Try this. It's a combination I put together myself and tastes very good."

  Marina accepted the glass and asked, "Do you work here?"

  "Off and on. Tonight I'm off but wanted to stop in and see what was happening. It's very busy."

  She followed Rora's gaze to the people jammed together. "Yes, it is."

  Marina took a sip of the dark liquid, pleasantly surprised by its tangy flavor. "This is good!"

  Rora grinned. "One of my favorites. I'm glad you like it."

  Studying the beauty standing next to her, Marina couldn't fathom why she'd be without a man, especially since her stance and facial expressions led her to believe that Rora was a submissive. "Do you have a sire?"

  "Oh yes."

  Knowing that submissives were not often allowed anywhere without their Doms keeping close watch over them, she asked, "And you're here unescorted?"

  A slight blush tinged her pale cheeks. "He's here. He asked me to come over and talk to you."

  Marina arched a brow. "Really? Why?"