Codename Summer (Undercover Embassy, Book Four)

by Ross, Aubrey

  “A timeframe for what?”

  “We’ll only get one chance at this. If anything I say or do makes the Gathosians suspicious, there’s no telling what they’ll do.”

  She was quiet for a moment then asked, “Are the clones operational?”

  “Sort of. They have a working prototype. Inwatta’s replacement intends to field-test the unit. If all goes as they hope, the next step is mass production.”

  Her uncertainty turned to panic and she shot to her feet. “I have to warn Ra’jen. We need to move before they have time to mass-produce the clones.”

  He caught both her hands and gave them a squeeze. “It can wait until morning. It will take months for them to begin production.”

  “How can you be sure?”

  “The prototype has to be proven.” He slid his hands up her arms inside the sleeves of her robe. “They won’t waste their time or resources on a flawed product.”

  After one last glance toward the door, she calmed and looked into his eyes. “Then what shall we do until morning?”

  “We forget about the Gathosians and the Resistance, and rediscover each other.”

  “What did you have in mind—Sir?”

  The title sent heat straight to his balls and his cock bucked beneath the confines of his pants. “That depends. Are you Saroji, or Summer?” He braced for the answer, longing for the return of his betrothed, yet understanding her hesitancy. So much had happened to both of them, and even their courtship had been tempestuous. How could he expect to pick up where they had left off all those years ago? He was being unreasonable.

  Her gaze clouded and she stepped back, dislodging his hands in the process. “I can’t let you into my mind, Malik. Too many lives are at risk.”

  He accepted her decision with a stiff nod while his heart ached in protest. Possessing her delectable body would only make him crave a true joining all the more, but he couldn’t resist, refused to deny himself what she was willing to give him. “Then lose the robe and let’s begin.”

  She loosened the belt and let the robe slip off her shoulders, revealing the upper curve of her breasts. Her image had kept him sane through the long, lonely years of Gathosian training. Anchors couldn’t be forced. They had to willingly accept the energy tether or their brains were irreversibly damaged. Years in the military, and inherent stubbornness, had allowed him to hold out longer than most.

  With her arms still in the sleeves, she allowed the robe to bunch around her waist. Her breasts were full and firm, the nipples surprisingly vivid given her pale skin. His fingers itched to touch but he suppressed the temptation. If she was going to torment him with limitations, he would make her wait for each orgasm and challenge her physical boundaries. They had only begun to explore her sexual potential during their betrothal but he’d sensed the depths of her carnality.

  “Off. Now.” She immediately obeyed. He kicked off his shoes as he said, “Undress me. You do not have permission to touch me, only my clothes.”

  Objection flickered in her expressive eyes, but she moved toward him and went to work. Her hands were deft and quick. Apparently this was a directive she was happy to obey. When he stood before her naked, he allowed her a moment to caress him visually.

  Her hands rubbed her thighs and her gaze zeroed in on his cock. As if to welcome her stare, his shaft lengthened and swelled, arching away from his body. “He can’t wait to be inside you again.” He fisted his shaft and stroked, enjoying her body’s reaction. Her nipples hardened and she licked her lips as a lovely flush crept up her neck. “Are you wet?” She nodded. “Show me.”

  She pushed her hand between her thighs and shivered, then showed him her cream-covered fingers.

  “Come here. I want a taste.” She brought her hand to his mouth and he sucked her essence off her fingers. “More.” With a needful moan she touched herself then offered him the shiny proof of her arousal. He sucked and licked, curling his tongue around her fingers until her hand began to shake. “Where’s the playroom? Mistress Autumn assured me this suite had every amenity I could imagine.”

  She looked as if she might object then inclined her head and moved toward the bedroom. He followed, watching the graceful sway of her hips and the tempting flex of her rounded ass. If all she would allow him was access to her body, he would access her body in every way possible.

  Lust stabbed his balls at the thought of covering her, feeling her writhe beneath him as he thrust strong and deep into her tight back passage. He’d only taken her like that once before but she’d screamed with pleasure as she came hard enough to make him groan.

  The playroom wasn’t large but it was well equipped. He left her standing in the middle of the room as he explored the possibilities. He wanted to take her from behind but he wanted to see her face. The large mirror covering the far wall would allow him to do both. A narrow, padded table with arm and leg restraints was positioned adjacent to the mirror. Apparently he wasn’t the only one who liked to watch while he fucked.

  “On your back on the table, arms over your head.” Her lips parted and she started to say something, then she moved silently toward the table. “What’s the matter?”

  “I want to touch you before you restrain me.”

  And I want to feel your emotions while we make love. He didn’t allow the thought beyond his mental shields, and all he said was, “No.”

  She positioned herself as he’d directed, hands clutching one end of the table while her feet rested on the other.

  Moving to the table’s edge, he grasped the underside of her knees and pulled her toward him. He draped her legs over his shoulders then lowered his head between her thighs. “You do not have permission to come.”

  Saroji trembled as his mouth pressed against her pussy. She understood his strategy. He wasn’t punishing her, exactly, just protesting her stubbornness. He would tease her, let her need build until she was screaming for release… But what if he never allowed her to come?

  His agile tongue stroked up one side of her slit, avoided her clit, and ran down the other side. She clutched the edge of the table and closed her eyes, knowing his teasing had just begun. He gently sucked on her delicate inner folds and circled her opening without pushing inside.

  Reaching around her hips, he caressed her torso and sides. He squeezed her breasts from time to time but avoided her nipples. Each touch was designed to drive her wild and it was working far better than she’d imagined.

  Her inner muscles clenched, accenting the hollowness waiting to be filled. She rocked and wiggled against his mouth, trying to bring his cruel tongue into contact with her clit. For just an instant, his lips closed around the swollen nub and gently sucked.

  Sensations rushed toward his mouth, her core rhythmically tightening. Then he let go and raised his head. The orgasm fizzled, and she cried out in exasperation. “If it were only myself at risk, I would—”

  “I didn’t give you permission to speak.” The reminder sounded calm and distant.

  She watched him as he rose and moved to the compartments inset in the wall beside them. His features were locked in an expressionless mask but his gaze revealed his frustration. “Turn over.”

  She wasn’t sure she wanted to let him restrain her in his current mood, but her own desire was making rational thought difficult. He wasn’t capable of harming her. Even after all the Gathosians had done to him, she knew she could trust him with her body. Their minds had just begun to meld when Ra’jen interrupted them. She’d sensed pain and fury in Malik, but no cruelty.

  He needed to control her. Refusing to open her mind was hurtful enough; she would freely submit in every other way. She turned over and spread out on her stomach, resting her cheek on her folded arms. The floor-to-ceiling mirror allowed her to see the entire room, so she relaxed and watched him.

  His body was amazing. Long and lean, rippling with muscular definition. She wanted to touch him, run her hands up and down his back and squeeze his flexing ass as he thrust inside her aching pussy. Bu
t he obviously had something else in mind.

  He looked through the drawers and cabinets, concealing his selections with the angle of his body. After arranging what he’d chosen inside an open drawer, he turned around and met her gaze in the mirror.

  “Fold your legs beneath you but leave your arms as they are.”

  In other words, ass in the air, head down. She couldn’t suppress a smile. It was his favorite position. At least he couldn’t restrain her like that.

  Moments after she adjusted her position, he proved her wrong. He reached beneath the table and retrieved leather cuffs she hadn’t noticed before. The cuffs were attached to the underside of the table by metal cables.

  Her heart fluttered as he laced the cuffs, securing her wrists to the table. Then he wrapped leather straps around her elbows, providing just enough tension to hold her forearms in place.

  He trailed his fingers across her skin as he worked, teasing her arms, her back and the outer swell of her breasts. Tingles followed in his wake, keeping her senses on alert. He moved down her body and eased her legs apart, angling her feet over the side of the table. He strapped her knees down then restrained her ankles with wide leather cuffs.

  The position became more provocative as her ability to move was restricted. She could lift up far enough to move her head from side to side and rock her entire body forward and back, but that was the extent of her mobility.

  He circled the table, leisurely admiring his handiwork. His fingers teased as he went, making her squirm as he bumped along her ribs and sigh as he caressed her hips. He raked his nails down the backs of her thighs then paused to trace her slit.

  Her clit twitched and a fresh rush of cream inundated her pussy. He chuckled and slowly pushed a finger into her. “You’re dripping, literally. I think you missed me as much as I missed you.”

  She rocked back, needing more than a finger. “Please,” she whispered, not wanting to anger him by speaking without permission.

  “Please, what?” He rotated his hand and leaned in close, flicking her clit with his tongue.

  “Let me come.” An unexpected whimper robbed the demand of its autocratic snap.

  “I don’t think so.” He straightened, shifting his hands to her hips as he looked in the mirror. “Figure out how we can both have what we want, or I’ll enjoy your responsive flesh for the rest of the night without letting you come.”

  “I can’t let you into my mind! It’s too dangerous.”

  “Then come into mine! Push your emotions into my mind. I promise I won’t take advantage of the link.”

  Establishing a link was like opening a door. Could she trust him to stay on his side of the threshold? Trust. It always came back to trust.

  His hands tightened on her hips and he sighed. Pain and longing bled through his expressionless mask as his gaze bore into hers. “Saroji, I could scan you, absorb every scrap of information tucked away in that convoluted mind, and there is nothing you could do to stop me. You are safe because I have no intention of hurting you or compromising your cause.”

  He needed her to bend. How could he prove himself worthy of trust if she never gave him an opportunity?

  “I’ll allow the link as long as you let me come to you.”

  “Fine.” His eyes narrowed and a devilish smile curved his lips. “Come to me, and I’ll let you come.”

  Chapter Three

  Needing to regain control of the situation, Malik didn’t immediately give Saroji what she wanted. He moved in front of her and traced her lips with his index finger. “Offer me your mouth.”

  She opened without hesitation and he pushed his finger inside. Her brow creased in confusion but she sucked his finger and swirled her tongue. He’d only meant to tease her for a moment, but the wet heat of her mouth and velvet caress of her tongue felt so good he couldn’t resist the temptation.

  He pulled his finger out and guided his cock toward her parted lips. Her tongue extended, welcoming him with a lazy swirl. She closed her lips around the head of his cock and sucked in slow, deep pulls. Pleasure and urgency cascaded through his body and he slipped his hand beneath her, rolling her nipple as he enjoyed the firm pressure of her mouth.

  Her mind brushed against his and he gasped. He carefully weakened a tiny section of his mental shield, creating a fissure through which she could enter. Desire stabbed into his being, hot and demanding, every bit as incendiary as his need for her.

  He dragged his cock out of her mouth then knelt and pressed his lips over hers. Thank you. He let the thought resonate in his mind, careful to keep his word. Then he kissed her, lingering over her lips and savoring the sensual slide of his tongue against hers.

  I really need to come.

  He chuckled at the reminder and moved back to the end of the table. A small pool of her juices had formed on the table and his balls contracted so hard he moaned. He drove his cock into her cunt then reached around and found her clit with his middle finger. He didn’t move. She was desperate and he wasn’t nearly ready to join her, so he gave her something to squeeze and let her fly. He rubbed over and around her clit, savoring each firm spasm of her pussy as he prolonged her orgasm.

  Pleasure blazed through his mind, intoxicating and amazing. Without this mental bond, sex was hollow and unfulfilling.

  “Better?” He waited until the last ripple passed before he separated their bodies.

  She craned her neck and looked back at him. “Why’d you pull out?”

  “Who knows how long it will be before we can do this again. I intend to take full advantage of our time together.”

  Returning her gaze to the mirror, she whispered, “Yes Sir.”

  Her surrender thrilled him, nearly as much as her presence in his mind. He turned to the drawer and glanced at the tapered butt plug. If she resisted the toy he wouldn’t insist on ending the way he’d planned, but his dominant nature craved the savage pleasure.

  He picked up the lubricant and poured a generous pool into the palm of his hand. After dipping two fingers in the gel, he eased between her delectable cheeks and stroked her anus. The puckered star twitched beneath his fingertips and he felt her arousal building right along with his.

  “I want all of you.” He breached her with his middle finger, the lube easing his way. “Are you willing?”

  “Of course, Sir.” Tenderness flowed into his mind along with the assurance.

  He’d expected lust and need, but the sweeter emotion made him wild. He slid his finger in and out, the need to claim her nearly overwhelming. She was incredibly tight. “Has it been a long time?” He worked a second finger past her stubborn sphincter and she gasped.

  “A very long time.”

  Drizzling gel around his embedded fingers, he prepared her body more with each stroke of his hand. He glanced at the open drawer but couldn’t bear to separate from her even for a moment. If she came again, he could work his cock in while she was lost in the afterglow.

  He drove his cock into her pussy, pairing the steady penetration with the new sensation of his fingers. She tensed for a moment then relaxed and accepted the additional pressure. He drew his hips back while his fingers remained deep, then pulled his hand back as his cock surged forward.

  He looked at his lube-covered hand and debated what to do. She came faster when he rubbed her clit, but he didn’t want to lose momentum by pausing to retrieve the bottle of lube. Her hips pushed up and her inner muscles were already squeezing him, so he rested the back of his hand against her ass cheek and concentrated on the motion.

  She raised and lowered her knees, trying to find the perfect angle. He felt her restlessness and her hunger. She responded with wild abandon, yet her mental shields shimmered in the distance, a continual reminder of her lack of trust.

  Her entire body jolted when he found her sweet spot. She gasped and locked her knees, ensuring the steady slide of his cock over the sensual trigger. “Come for me, baby. Let me share your pleasure.”

  Three more strokes sent her over the
edge. He held still inside her, absorbing her emotions while battling back his need for release. The intensity gradually receded and he gave himself a mental shake.

  He slowly pulled out of her hot cunt and smeared the rest of the lube over his wet cock. Her cream might have eased him past her entrance, but lube would keep him slick for the entire ride. He drew out his fingers and positioned his cock. With slow, steady pressure, he drove into her ass. Her anus unfurled, opening and stretching to accommodate his thickness.

  Her body suddenly gave and his cock head disappeared inside her. The grip of her ass on his shaft was torturous bliss. He pushed deeper, savoring the firm grasp around his shaft. It felt so damn good, all he’d have to do is let go and he’d come.

  He paused when she’d taken about half of his length and forced himself to think past the pleasure. She’d retreated emotionally. The link was still open but he sensed nothing from her. “Do you want me to stop?” He trembled as he waited for her answer.

  Overwhelmed by the brutal invasion of Malik’s cock, Saroji did her best not to scream. “No. I’m fine.” She forced the words out, determined to see this through. Pleasure hovered all around her, but all she felt was the inescapable fullness. She tried to relax, to recapture the flow of sensations. They’d done this before and she’d enjoyed it. Of course, that was a lifetime ago.

  Apparently sensing her frustration, he wrapped his arms around her. He cupped her breast with one hand and her mound with the other. “Fine will never be good enough for us.” His finger eased between her folds and gently circled her clit. “Just relax and get used to the pressure. I won’t rush you.”

  Her body seemed to coalesce beneath his fingertip. The pleasure surrounding her rushed back into her body. Her pussy clenched, tightening her other passage at the same time. They groaned together at the increased pleasure and her clit pulsed in time to the rhythmic ripple of her inner muscles.