by Jaci Burton
"Voyeurism is very exciting, isn't it, Marina?"
"Yes...Sire." She'd almost forgotten to address him correctly, but when she did, he rewarded her by sliding two fingers inside her cunt. She held tightly onto his arms, lifting her ass off his legs to impale her pussy onto his fingers.
"Do you want me to fuck you, Marina?"
She looked at Telor and Rora's faces. Rora's glassy-eyed expression reflected her ecstasy as Telor sat her on his lap, positioning her the same way Marina was positioned. Her legs were spread wide, her bare pussy open to Marina and Kaden's view. Telor plunged two fingers between the folds of her swollen slit, pumping quickly. Rora moaned, licking her lips, not once taking her eyes off Kaden and Marina.
"Yes, Sire. I need your cock inside me, please."
Kaden lifted and held her while she positioned herself over his hard shaft. She slid down slowly while he held her buttocks, squeezing the tender flesh as she fit herself over him.
He filled her completely this way, his thick member stretching her vaginal walls. She felt his length touch her womb, sending sparks of intense pleasure shooting through her core.
"Touch yourself while I fuck you, Marina," Kaden commanded. "I want you to make yourself come."
Grateful that he hadn't asked her to hold off her orgasm, she reached between her parted legs and felt for the vibrating charm at her slit. This was the first time since she had been brought here that she'd been allowed to touch her own pussy, and she found she enjoyed having a completely bare mound. Her skin felt silky, and it was easy to slide her fingers over her clit and stroke the swollen folds. She touched Kaden's shaft, rimming it with her fingers and following his movements as he thrust deep, then partially withdrew.
Rora began to mimic her movements, reaching between her own legs and thrumming her clit with fast, side-to-side strokes. Marina felt as if she was looking at a mirror. She watched in rapt fascination as Telor's shaft disappeared between Rora's pussy lips. Did she and Kaden look similar? It was so strange to watch Rora get fucked by Telor, and to know exactly what she was feeling.
Kaden speared her hard and she whimpered, once again moving her fingers toward her clit and circling the swollen nub that appeared from beneath its cloak. She ground her pussy against Kaden's cock, rewarded with his throaty groan. His fingers dug into her hips and he lifted her up and down on his shaft, nearly slamming her down with a painful force that sent tremors coursing through her.
Between his movements, the visual display before her and her own fingers stroking her clit, she felt her orgasm fast approaching. Kaden must have felt it, too, because he quickened his pace, lifting his hips to drive hard and fast into her.
Telor let out a loud cry and tensed at the same time Rora screamed in ecstasy.
Marina held on, waiting for Kaden to give his permission, knowing now that the longer she waited, the better it would be.
"I feel you, zejehr, I feel your orgasm nearing," Kaden whispered. "Let go for me and come on my cock."
His words were the magic key to unlock her response. She tightened around him as the first waves crashed over her. Kaden tensed and dug his fingers even deeper into her hips as his hot semen poured into her. She screamed her climax, bucking against him while she continued to strum her clit.
For awhile afterward, the only sounds were four sets of rapid breaths. Marina leaned forward, resting her hands on her knees. She heard the sounds of Telor and Rora exiting the bathing pool, but she was too exhausted to even speak to them.
Kaden withdrew and lifted her into a standing position, turning her around and kissing her tenderly.
"You have had a long day, my slave," he murmured against her lips. "It's time for us to rest."
He led her out of the pool and into their room, where they slid into bed. Kaden wrapped his arms around her and stroked her back while she listened to the rhythmic sound of his breathing.
Her life had changed in so many ways the past few days. What she thought she'd feel during this assignment was nothing like what had actually happened. Kaden had brought her out of her self-imposed shell and had taught her more about her body and her sexuality than she had ever thought possible.
What would she do when this was over and she had to go back to life the way it was before?
What would she do when she didn't have Kaden next to her every hour of the day?
She couldn't, wouldn't think of that right now. By the time the mission came to an end, she'd have things sorted through in her mind. Right now, her thoughts were jumbled and she was more confused than she'd ever been about any aspect of her life.
When the mission was over, she'd worry about what happened next. For now, she'd enjoy the moments they had together.
The mission! Oh God! She tensed as a flood of memories came back.
She remembered! And she had to tell Kaden what she knew. But were they being monitored, even in the dark of night while they slept?
Turning to face him, she nuzzled his neck, wanting to get close enough to his ear to whisper to him.
He groaned when her leg brushed his cock. She felt it stir to life, and smiled in the darkness. Yes, she was his submissive, but she wielded a considerable amount of power, too. The power to arouse him. Heady stuff, indeed.
She surged against him, knowing she couldn't speak unless he gave her permission. And dammit, she really needed to talk.
He wound his fingers in her hair. "Is there something you want, zejehr?" he asked, husky promise in his voice.
"Yes, Sire, but not right now. I remembered something about my kidnapping."
His hand stilled in its wandering through her hair.
"Can we speak here?"
He turned to face her. "Yes, but you must whisper and not move too much. Monitors will detect excessive movement and they will begin watching and listening. Tell me what you remember."
"Telor and Rora were the couple I met at the BDSM club the night I was kidnapped. Rora offered me a drink, something really sweet, then she and I danced and Telor watched. Then I remembered getting really dizzy. Telor picked up me up and carried me outside, and the next thing I remember was waking up in the slave area at the palace here."
"So Telor and Rora are part of the trade. You did well to remember. They obviously showed interest in you so they could gauge whether or not you would recall anything about your kidnapping."
"It would seem so."
"Good. Do not let on that you recognize them. Tomorrow night is the gathering party for new submissives. I think its time we put our plan into motion."
Finally able to grab onto something not related to her feelings for Kaden, she felt the excitement fill her. Work had always been her salvation, her only love, and she clung to that with near desperation. "We need to find out the location of the portal, if there is one, and who is bringing the slaves in on this end. I would think Zim is part of this, being the slave master. He has to know where these women are coming from."
"True enough," Kaden said. "And it could be that he, Telor and Rora are the only ones involved in the kidnapping of Earth women. Zim wields much power on Xarta. His motives would never be questioned. Xartanian men assume only that the women brought in as slaves are there because they wish to be enslaved, that they want to be forced. They would not know that these women are brought against their will, which is against the laws of our planet."
"Don't the women tell their Doms that they've been kidnapped?"
"That I don't know. Even if they did, it is part of the slave mystique, a role playing if you will. The Doms would only think it was part of the submissive's wish to be taken against their will, so they would not believe the woman's story to be true."
No wonder the slave traders had been so successful. It was a perfect setup.
"Sleep now, zejehr. Tomorrow we will take a walk through the city and formulate our plan when we can talk with more ease."
He kissed the top of her head and gathered her against him. Marina pushed all thoughts of the mission and her
uncertain future away, concentrating instead on the sound of Kaden's strong heartbeat and the way he held her as if he never wanted to let her go.
Chapter Eleven
Kaden fought the urge to press Marina against the nearest smooth banlah tree and fuck her senseless. Unfortunately, he had to concentrate on their mission. "Tonight, we will approach Zim with our plan. We'll explain that you are so happy in your new role that you want to bring other women to Xarta, and I'll subtly suggest that I'd like to assist him."
"Won't he suspect we know what's going on? These women are supposed to be willing."
"I know Zim. His thoughts will be so filled with money he won't even consider it. Besides, our suggestion will be innocent. You obviously know you weren't brought here willingly, and he'll know that, too. But you've been 'transformed', so to speak. Don't worry about it."
Marina looked over at him, her green eyes sparkling like the emeralds at her breasts. The pink light made her face glow a brilliant bronze. When she smiled at him, his heart stopped. "Think I can pull that off?"
He frowned. "Pull what off?"
"Telling Zim that I'm ecstatically happy being a slave."
Kaden masked his disappointment at Marina's words. "Depends on how good an actress you are."
Her lips curled in a smile that made his balls ache. "Oh, I can be very persuasive."
And soon, he'd see how persuasive he could be. After the mission, he intended to keep Marina with him, no matter what. But right now a promise glimmered in her eyes. Seductive, tantalizing, and he wanted more. "Persuasive, are you? Show me."
They were walking through the palace gardens, a place where they were not monitored. Kaden stepped back into a private area surrounded by dense trees and tall bushes. He leaned against a banlah tree, waiting for her. Marina followed him, a devilish glint in her eyes. His cock was already hard thinking of how Marina might "persuade" him.
Her body was lush, her assets barely concealed by the sheer dress. Her skin was a golden sun on its own, casting a crystal light around her. She stepped into the shade and dropped her gaze to the ground, stopping no more than a finger's breadth away.
"May I touch you, Sire?" she asked, adopting the formal tone of a sub, a fact that greatly pleased him.
"Yes."
"And kiss you, Sire?"
"Yes, get on with it."
He saw her lips curl into a smile. "Anything I want to do to you, Sire?"
Frustration welled within him. He could smell her, the sweet flowery perfume from the bathing pool coupled with her own unique scent more than a little distracting. "Yes, dammit. Hurry."
She looked up at him then, fire burning in her gaze. Her sweet breath sailed across his cheek as she leaned into him and wound her arms around his waist, then pressed her lips against his.
Kaden tensed at the first touch of her tongue along his lips, then groaned when she slid her tongue inside his mouth, seeking his. He crushed her against his chest and kissed her deeply, with a longing that shocked him. His body nearly shook with desire for her and he was already desperate to plunge into her moist, heated cunt.
She palmed his cock through his pants, and he knew then that there would be no time with foreplay. He took her mouth in a heated kiss while she hurriedly opened his pants. Desperate to feel her surrounding him, he yanked her dress up over her buttocks, raised her leg over his hip and drove into her creamy pussy with one quick thrust.
Marina cried out and hooked her leg tighter against him, grinding her sex against his inflamed shaft. She was so hot, so tight, that his balls drew up against his body, already prepared to release. Her cunt squeezed him, milking him, urging him to finish. Her nails scraped over his shoulders and arms as she thrust furiously against him. He watched the passion rise on her face, the intense look in her emerald eyes, the way she gripped him so tight, pulsing around him. Her responses drove him mad. He couldn't hold back any longer, needing to release inside her.
"Come, Marina. Now."
A scream tore from her throat and she climaxed, tossing her head back and riding him hard and fast. Her pussy gripped him and pulsed over and over again, taking him with her.
When he could once again manage words, he kissed her gently, smiling down at her. "That was quite persuasive."
A blush of satisfaction tinged her cheeks. "I'm glad you thought so, Sire."
"Let's go get ready for tonight. We have a big evening ahead of us."
She nodded and he led her down the path toward the palace, wondering if they would be able to find the missing women tonight and, more importantly, resolve the issue of those responsible for the slave trading ring.
If so, his time with Marina was limited, something he hadn't wanted to think about, but knew was coming. He still couldn't read her emotions. Yes, he knew when she was aroused, and she seemed to take quite well to being submissive, at least sexually. But would she want to adopt this lifestyle after their mission was over?
They did, after all, lead completely separate lives. She had a career on Earth, and his consisted of traveling the galaxies. Not quite conducive to a Dom and sub relationship, was it?
One of them would have to give in order to make it work. And since he couldn't figure out whether she was even interested in continuing their relationship, he supposed he'd better determine that first, and work out the rest later.
*
Marina stared at her reflection in the full-length mirror of the bathroom, finding it hard to believe that the woman staring back was her.
For someone who'd always worn pants, non-flattering ones at that, the new Marina was quite a shock.
Her face was flushed from hours spent making love with Kaden, her hair a wild curling mass. Every curve of her body was outlined beneath the see-through golden gown, her large breasts nearly falling out of the low-cut bodice.
She'd never been one to admire her own body, always feeling as if she was a bit on the large side, with too-full hips and too-muscular thighs. But outfitted like this, she was all woman. Voluptuous, desirable, the kind of woman a man might actually want.
A man like Kaden, perhaps?
She peeked around the corner, watching him put on his suede pants and matching sleeveless tunic. The material shaped itself to his finely sculpted ass, and she wished she could spend the evening with her hands attached to those globes of firm flesh. Instead, they had to play out this game to its hopefully positive conclusion.
Still, she couldn't help but take one last glance at the woman in the mirror, a woman whose face glowed with a radiance that could only be described as love.
There were so many questions she wanted to ask Kaden, so many things she wanted to tell him about how she felt.
But those things would have to wait until all this was over, until she had a chance to get a clearer indication of where his heart was, of how he really felt about her.
Until then, she'd do her job.
She stepped out of the bathroom and he turned to her, his gaze heating like a spark igniting an inferno. Heat flushed her slit and she felt the now-familiar moisture gathering. Her breasts tingled, the charms at her nipples vibrating under his assessment.
Kaden walked toward her, took her hand in his and pressed his lips to her knuckles. "You are truly beautiful," he said.
She believed him. "Thank you, Sire."
"Keep in mind all that you have learned of your required obedience this evening, as this is my opportunity to show you off."
She nodded, and followed him through the open doorway toward the ballroom. Tonight, she wanted to please him, wanted him to see that she could adapt, had already adapted to being his sub. She wore his jewels with pride, and for the first time in her life, entered a room confident, self-assured and damned happy to be tethered to a man like Kaden.
He belonged to her, and she wasn't going to let him go.
All eyes turned to them as they entered. Sucking in a huge breath of courage, she followed submissively behind Kaden as they entered the expansive room alread
y filled with people.
Not too different from a party on Earth. Fancy decorations on the tables, music playing from a live band on the stage, and people milling about eating, drinking and talking. They even had a dance floor!
Kaden nodded to several men as they passed. Marina made sure to keep her gaze lowered, but still managed to catch a glimpse of the people they walked by.
"Marina, raise your head."
She did, and looked into his smiling face.
"You may view the festivities tonight, you may speak freely, but only to me and to other women, not to any of the men unless I give you permission."
Was that a standard rule, or was he merely being possessive of her? She hoped it was the latter. "Yes, Sire."
They milled about for awhile, eating and drinking the strange concoctions she'd developed a taste for. Their drinks and meals were all based from their own agricultural stores of grains, fruits and vegetables, and Marina had quickly adapted to their sweet flavors.
"Come, dance with me," Kaden said, pulling her onto the dance floor.
The band played a slow, seductive song, using instruments she'd never seen before. The tunes were similar to soft, sexy love songs, and Marina found herself deeply into the mournful strains as she rested her head against Kaden's chest. She inhaled his masculine fragrance, memorizing his scent as one she would never forget.
Quit thinking that this is the last night he's going to hold you in his arms. She fought the melancholy and concentrated instead on searching the ballroom for anyone who looked remotely familiar.
Telor and Rora stood beside the dance floor, and she smiled at the blonde as they passed by. She wondered if Rora was involved in the slave trade because she wanted to be, or because she didn't have any other choice. As her gaze traveled over the other dancers, she tensed and blinked, recognizing a tall brunette as one of the kidnapped women. She reached up and pulled Kaden to her for a kiss, then whispered, "I see one of the women."
His gaze followed hers and he nodded. "Keep looking. I think I saw one, too."
Hope burst within her. She wanted nothing more than to rescue the women who had been taken against their will, unable to comprehend the horror and worry their families had experienced in the months they'd been missing. If they could return them to Earth, the mission would be successful. If they could shut down the portal and the slave trade, it would be more than she could have hoped for.
