She felt embarrassment flood through her as she noticed a few of her old crewmates at some of the tables, taking in the show on the main stage. Some of their eyes widened when they saw her, and she caught heads turning to watch her progress through the club.
Rena and the hostess found their way to the back, slipped through a black satin curtain and down a dimly lit corridor. She could hear moans and groans along with the slick, slapping sounds of wet flesh. Rena’s back stiffened when she heard the unmistakable sound of a whip being snapped. She hoped he wouldn’t do that to her. She liked some pain with her pleasure, but not that kind. This was absurd. She was getting turned on when she should be ready to spit nails. He was trying to blackmail her into having sex with him.
“Here we are. Enjoy,” the hostess said, pulling back another black satin curtain for her. As Rena stepped through, she didn’t miss the look of envy on the woman’s face. She was going to enjoy this, that was for sure. She’d enjoy punching him out and taking that disc back. How the hell she was going to get home—well, she’d find a way.
The curtain slipped down and the door whisked shut. The scent of jasmine permeated the air. He must have used that scent for all his conquests. Candles flickered as cool air slipped quietly into the room from the vents in the ceiling. For a moment Rena was impressed that he'd go to such trouble for her.
She picked her way over pillows and blankets strewn all over the floor and made her way toward a set of tables near the back of the room. There was a huge round bed loaded down with pillows of all shapes and sizes, covered in black satin with the monogram D.C. etched on the corner of the bedspread. She ignored the wall of whips, handcuffs, floggers, blindfolds, dildos, vibrators, anal plugs, ball gags, and other sexual toys.
She looked at her watch and groaned. She had only two hours to get to the transport. Not only did she not have the disc, but she was about to miss her shuttle. She couldn’t imagine paying another several thousand credits for a ticket back to Earth. She didn’t have that kind of money.
She brushed her hair back behind her ear and waited. An hour passed and she started to feel as if she’d been had. He had only been toying with her so she would miss her shuttle and not have the disc. Tears blurred her vision, and her anger only grew. How could he be so cruel? He was not the man she had thought he was. She would be stuck on the space station for God knew how long as she worked for her passage back to Earth.
She didn’t know what she would do for the money. What if word got out about why she'd been suspended by Drogan? Who in the world would want her when she refused to tell them why she left? She had to figure out a way to get off the station, but first, when Captain Drogan finally put in an appearance, she was going to let him have it for humiliating her.
Another ten minutes passed before the door finally swished open and the captain stepped in. Rena’s body stilled when she realized he wasn’t alone. With him was Jason Mercy. She stood up, ready to bolt should they try to do anything to her, but neither man seemed to have noticed her. They seemed to be talking about ship’s business.
“Make sure that the room has been properly cleaned out and everything that I ordered be put in there. Also, send out a notice to the crew about my arrangements. I don’t want anyone to question me on this,” Drogan said.
Jason responded, “Yes, sir, Captain, sir.”
“Good man. Now go. I have a guest.” That rough, husky tone was back.
Rena shivered as his voice dropped an octave and he looked over the lieutenant’s shoulder at her. She gave Jason credit. He didn’t so much as steal a glance at the so-called “guest.” He just bowed to the captain before leaving the room.
“Give me the disc and I’ll be on my way,” Rena said. “I’ve already missed my shuttle.” She tried to sound calm and collected but her voice shook with anger. She tried to ignore the way he was looking at her. It was as if he could see her naked through her T-shirt and pants.
“You don’t have to worry about a shuttle. You can always catch the next one,” he replied nonchalantly as he made his way toward her. He ignored the pillows and blankets that were scattered on the floor. His boots crushed the soft material.
“I can catch the next one?” she hissed. Rena glanced away, trying to ignore the sight of him dressed head-to-toe in black leather. “Some of us aren't lucky enough to be born into wealth. Now give me my damn disc back and I'll be on my way, you asshole.”
She finally looked up at him. He stood towering over her petite frame. She swallowed at the lust burning in his eyes.
Chapter Eight
Drogan kept himself from reaching out to her. He wanted to pull her to him, feel her curves against his body. He wanted to enact every fantasy played out on the disc and more. Being away from her had been torture.
He worried about the way she looked at the moment. There were dark circles under her eyes, and although she was still curvy, she had lost some weight. Drogan was angry with himself for causing her so much pain and distress. He had beaten himself up a lot while away from her. He ached to hold her, to soothe her and tell her it would be okay, that from now on he would take care of her. That she would never, ever have to be put through that again.
He prayed that Rena would agree to the deal that he would offer her tomorrow morning, but for now he would have to seduce her and play out as many fantasies as possible. He had to show her a night of such bliss that she would realize she couldn’t live without him. He needed to convince her that he was the only man who could provide the things she needed. He licked his lips and smiled at her. He could see her nipples clearly pressing against the thin fabric of her shirt. Without a thought he reached for the dagger at his side, withdrawing it from the scabbard. Rena tensed as he grabbed the hem of her shirt, pierced it with the sharp tip of the weapon, and then proceeded to rip the shirt in two with an upward thrust.
The sides of her now-torn shirt hung limply open. He could see she wasn’t wearing a bra as the curves of her breasts were exposed to his gaze. He swallowed, trying to hold back the need to destroy the rest of her clothing.
“My shirt!” she shrieked before pulling both sides of the material together. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” she demanded, fire burning in her eyes.
A predatory smile curved his lips. “I’m relieving you of your clothing. Now take off the pants too.” When she paused, he added, “Do you want that little disc or not?”
Rena unfastened her pants slowly, pulling down the zipper. “You're a real piece of work, you asshole. Sexual blackmail, and your version of bodice ripping? Do all your lovers enjoy your general bastardry or just you?”
She hooked her thumbs into the waistband and pushed down, bending over to give him a lovely view of her cleavage. She paused to kick off her flats and then pulled off her pants completely.
He ignored her anger and focused on the rest of her clothing. “Take off your underwear and your shirt.”
Drogan rubbed his cock through his pants, savoring the feel of the soft, warm leather stroking his hot length. She shrugged out of her tattered shirt and then pushed down her panties, teasing him more as she did so. When she straightened, she stared at him with defiance and anger in her eyes.
“Fuck,” he murmured. He could feel himself losing control. He wanted to say just screw it, rip open his pants, and take her against the nearest wall.
He shrugged out of his jacket and pulled his shirt up and over his head. “I can’t wait to be inside of you.”
He unbuckled his belt and placed the thin strip of leather and its dangling weapons gently on a nearby table. His eyes roamed over her naked form. Her milk-chocolate skin gleamed in the candlelight. Her dark-chocolate nipples were already hardened, waiting for his mouth. The slight swell of her stomach begged for his kisses. Her bare mounds were revealed to his gaze. He couldn’t wait to spread her legs wide and taste her, eat her until she screamed for him.
“You look beautiful, love, as I always knew you would, even before I saw the di
sc.” He watched her face. Emotions flitted across her features too quickly for him to take account of them all. Drogan took in a shaky breath as the scent of her arousal mixed with the jasmine floating in the air. He wanted her so badly, but he had to keep control of himself. He licked his lips again and smiled at her.
“Kneel,” he ordered.
Rena went down to her knees slowly, face tilted up to him, watching him warily. There were still traces of anger on her face. Drogan undid his pants, leaned down and took off his boots, then shoved his leather pants down. Taking hold of his shaft, he started to stroke himself slowly, savoring the image before him.
“I’ve wanted you from the moment I hired you for the job as my assistant, and now I have you. Not only will I get to carry out your fantasies but mine as well.”
He let go of his cock and walked over to the wall. After selecting a black silken scarf, Drogan returned and crouched down behind her. He draped the soft cloth over her shoulder, then pulled it up slowly, letting it slide against her nipple.
“Close your eyes,” he whispered, ignoring the throb of his balls.
He watched as she complied with his orders. He carefully placed the blindfold over her eyes and tied it tight.
“I’m going to place you on the bed. You will stretch your arms out over your head. You will also address me as ‘Captain, sir,’ unless told otherwise. Understand?”
“Yes, Captain, sir,” she gritted out through clenched teeth.
He rolled his eyes upward, loving the sound of his rank on her lips, her voice husky with arousal and anger. His cock throbbed with the need to slip into her wet pussy and fuck her, brand her, forget about playing games. But he couldn’t do that, not yet. He had to get her so worked up, so out of her mind, she would forget why she was here and care only about the pleasure he, and only he, could give her.
Drogan picked her up with ease. Holding her in his arms, he carried her to the bed. He climbed onto the mattress and made his way to the center, holding her. He laid her down and waited for her to follow his orders. He took one outstretched arm and slipped her hand through the loop of a silken rope attached to the bed. He climbed over her body and did the same thing to her other arm.
“Try to pull out.” He watched her tug, but she couldn’t get free. “Good.”
He moved off of the bed and walked along the wall of toys until he found what he wanted. Drogan chose a wireless silver bullet, a vibrating butt plug, and unflavored lube. He got back on the bed, spread Rena’s legs wide, and teased her slick folds with the smooth bullet. Then he slipped it inside.
“I want you to remain still. Do not move. Do you understand?” he asked.
“Yes, Captain, sir.” Her voice was soft and husky but not as rough with anger as before. Her body had also relaxed into the bed, which he took as a good sign that she was giving into her desire.
“I love when you say that,” he murmured, and placed a soft kiss on her mons. He parted her folds carefully, treating her sex with the reverence afforded to a rare flower. Drogan turned on the bullet and ran it around her clit and up and down the folds of her thickened labia before slipping it into her slick passage. She was already hot, wet, and ready for him.
“Your pussy smells delicious. I can’t wait to taste it. Tell me, my sweet captive, have you ever been fucked up the ass?” He already knew the answer but wanted to hear it from her.
“Yes, Captain, sir.” This time her voice quivered in response, no anger to be found.
“Did you ever fantasize about me fucking you up the ass, my beautiful one?” He had to know the answer.
“Yes, Captain, sir.” Rena’s voice shook as if she was trying not to let him hear how aroused she truly was.
“And I will. Tonight, I will fuck your pussy, your ass, and that beautiful mouth of yours. Would you like that, sweetling?” His control eroded a bit more.
“Yes, Captain, sir,” she whispered.
“Raise your hips,” Drogan ordered.
She did as he asked, planting her feet to push up. He coated his fingers with lube and rimmed her dark passage first before inserting one finger, pushing past the first ring of her anus. To her credit, she said nothing and held herself still, without even a tremble or a shiver. He inserted a second finger into her tight passage, both fingers knuckle-deep. He started to finger-fuck her slowly. When Drogan looked up her body, he could see she was biting down on her bottom lip, trying not to say a word.
He pulled out his fingers, coated them again, and thrust them into her ass. Her body was shaking from the effort to hold still.
“Bad sweetling. You moved. You shall be punished for that.” Just the thought of spanking her had him almost coming.
He slid off the bed, cleaned his fingers with a wet-wipe, and then took a flogger with suede lashes from the rack. He snapped it and watched her tense.
Parting her folds, he rubbed the suede ends of the flogger against her aching nub before smacking it hard with the flogger. Rena cried out as she went up on her toes, hips arched in the air.
“I told you not to move,” he growled. He slapped her clit with the handle of the flogger again.
She cried out. “Please, Captain, sir, I can’t take it. I want to come, sir, please.”
“You will not come, my sweetling. Do you understand? Not until I tell you to.” He slapped her again, and to her credit she didn’t move, although her hips were still arched.
“Plant your feet on the mattress,” he growled.
She did as she was told, slowly lowering her feet back to the bed.
“Good, sweetling. Very good. Now, again, do not come until I tell you to, otherwise I will have to repeat that.” He put down the flogger and picked up the butt plug. He looked down at the slick lips of her labia where cream dripped down from her passage, seeping around the bullet. He dipped a finger into her juices and brought it to his lips. His tongue flicked out for a taste. Her tangy, salty essence made him groan. He wanted to gorge himself on her cream but shook his head. For now he had other plans.
Grabbing the lube, he coated the plug and parted her ass cheeks, carefully sliding the toy into place. He picked up the remote control and turned it on. The soft buzzing of the toy filled the air. Rena gasped but did not move.
“You are stuffed, aren’t you? Your ass and pussy are full and you want your mouth full too, don’t you? You want every hole in your body full. Do you want my cock in your mouth? Do you want me to fuck your mouth, my sweetling?” Drogan needed to hear her say it. He watched her swallow, he knew from the disc that she had enjoyed being taken by three men, ass, pussy, and mouth filled with cock. Drogan had hated that he hadn’t been there to join in, but then again he wouldn’t have shared her with anyone else.
“Well, my beautiful one, do you want me to fuck that gorgeous mouth of yours?” he asked, proud that his voice was intelligible.
“You haven’t even kissed me yet, Captain, sir,” she replied, her voice breathy with anticipation. There was that fire he loved. There was no more anger now.
He threw back his head and laughed. “I shall kiss you and then fuck your mouth, yes?”
Chapter Nine
Rena tried to fight her body and concentrate on his words. The bullet vibrated between her legs, the butt plug filled her ass, her clit throbbed from the spanking it had received, and now he wanted to fuck her mouth. She was trying so hard not to lose her mind. The pleasure was overwhelming. She’d wanted to come so badly when he’d shredded her shirt and made her strip. As angry as she had been, Rena admitted to herself that she had been turned on by the danger in his actions. When she’d looked into those blue eyes of his, she’d known right then and there she wasn’t going anywhere.
And now he wanted to fuck her mouth. Every orifice in her body would be stuffed. She was eager to taste him, but Rena wanted him to kiss her before he did it. She wanted a gesture of intimacy from him. It seemed ridiculous in her current situation, but she wanted it nonetheless. Once she left his rooms in the morning, disc in
hand, he would forget about her, and this night was all she would have to remember of him. She wanted a kiss to be part of it. It was the only good thing she wanted to remember of him. To be able to push away the betrayal and pain and focus on something special.
“Please, Captain, sir, please. Kiss me and then fuck my mouth,” she requested.
He said nothing and she felt like crying. Her career with the Hades’ Helmet was over. She was humiliated and at the mercy of the last man she had wanted to discover her secrets, and he wouldn’t even give her a kiss. She would be some nameless fuck, a notch on his bedpost. She was glad that he wouldn’t be able to see the tears. Then she felt him over her. His heat nearly scorching her body, she could feel his shaft against her stomach, the tip wetting her skin.
“Oh, my sweetling, I will do so much more than kiss you, but as you request it, so shall it be,” he murmured, his breath caressing her lips. First it was one brush of his mouth and then two. Her mouth fell open and his lips crushed hers in a hungry fury of sucking, biting, and licking. His tongue thrust into her mouth at the same time she felt his cock thrust forward, smearing a streak on her stomach with his precum.
With each thrust of his hips, his tongue mimicked the action, fucking her mouth. His hips picked up speed, his body lowering closer to her to increase the pressure. With each brush of his chest against her aching nipples, bolts of electricity shot through her. He pulled back his head, his hips continuing to thrust a few more times before he stilled.
“Shit,” he swore. “Darling, I need to be in your mouth. I can’t last long. I need to fuck that beautiful mouth of yours.”
“Yes, my Captain, sir,” she whispered.
For a second, she felt the heat of his body leave her and then felt something against her clit vibrating as the bullet between her legs increased in speed. She felt him over her again.
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