Gemini Rising: Paris Burning
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This was the kind of backside meant for riding and fucking and that’s exactly what he intended to do -- but not right now. At the moment, he wanted to draw a response from London and prove she wasn’t as indifferent to his touch as she pretended to be.
The kiss they’d shared earlier was not a figment of his imagination. She wanted him too. The longer his hands remained on her, the more she moved.
Zahn continued to dip his hands lower, until his fingers grazed the puffy lips of her cunt. She shivered, a soft gasp escaping her lips.
He felt her heat. Zahn smiled. “Ah, so you do like this?” He kneaded her inner thighs careful not to touch her sex again. By the time he was through with her, she’d be so hot for him she wouldn’t be able to think straight.
London whimpered before biting her lower lip and squeezing her eyes shut as if blocking him out. He wanted no barriers between them, but for now, just knowing he was capable of turning her on was enough.
When she started to tremble, Zahn could no longer resist touching her where he most desired to. He eased one finger between the damp folds, pushing into her hot channel.
London groaned, straining against his hand.
Zahn chuckled. “You pretend you don’t want this, yet you’re wet for me -- and tight.” Though he knew she was supposed to be a virgin, it filled him with possessive pride to have the fact confirmed. London was so snug around his finger she couldn’t be anything but.
She bucked her hips, almost as if she were trying to pull away, but he placed a palm on her back, to still her. “There’s no use pretending, sweet princess. You like what I’m doing to you.” Slipping the digit in and out of her, Zahn carefully watched her reaction.
London’s eyes widened at first in what looked like surprise, then she groaned, making her pleasure apparent. Her fragrant pussy titillated his sense of smell. He had to taste it.
Zahn pulled his now dew-soaked finger from her cunt and brought it to his mouth, licking every drop of her essence from it.
Then he positioned himself between her legs, his mouth level with her succulent pussy. Her wet button peeked out from her moist labia, hot and ready for his lips and tongue. Gently parting her, Zahn buried his face between her legs and captured her clit with his teeth.
“Oh!” she cried out, her body jerking.
He loved her responses, so innocent and passionate at once. She reacted to him as if she’d never experienced such sensations before.
That was a good sign, because from here on out, there’d be no other for her, whether London cared to admit it or not. The tangy, musky flavor of her made his tongue tingle. She was delicious.
Zahn wanted more!
Releasing her clit, he pushed his tongue into her damp hole, thrusting into her. London wiggled and squirmed, mashing her pussy against his face. She murmured incoherent words, but they went unheeded. He needed her more than he’d ever thought he could need one woman.
He captured the drops of her excitement in his mouth. Zahn lifted his head long enough to chuckle at her eagerness. “Patience, Princess. We have plenty of time.” Lowering his mouth again, he ran his tongue from her clit to the slick entrance of her wet channel. What had happened in that time since London had run away that made him want her so much?
His cock was so stiff it ached. When he’d touched her, it hadn’t been his intention to experience this burning lust. Zahn had wanted to teach her a lesson, but now, it seemed he was the one who was learning something. He had to stop, but just one more lick, a little suck.
That’s all he needed.
With a groan, Zahn pressed his mouth against her cunt, his tongue leaving no inch of it unexplored. London was so wet she literally dripped with her need for him. She screamed with pleasure, wiggling and grinding against him. London rattled her chains, this time not to break free, but from the inability to keep still.
More than anything he wanted to slide his cock into her tight sheath, but the orgasm would have to be earned. Reluctantly he pulled back.
She whimpered and lifted her hips as though begging for more.
Zahn licked her juices from his lips. London was a tasty temptation he had trouble resisting. Getting off the bed, he stood over her. Confusion clouded her eyes. London’s lips parted in an unspoken question.
“Yes, you wanted me, but you can’t have me -- yet. Think about it while I go to the upper deck and check on the ship.” He walked out of the room then.
Leaving her was harder than he thought.
* * *
When the door shut behind him, Paris let out a sob. What the hell just happened? That maniac had kidnapped and chained her to his bed, yet when he touched her, her body burst into flames.
She’d had boyfriends in the past, but the most she’d allowed was heavy petting. One boyfriend had even fingered her, but none of her past men had ever made her feel anywhere near this insatiable lust. Paris had never been so close to an orgasm in her life that wasn’t ministered by her own hand.
What kind of person was she to respond so wantonly to a complete stranger? Sure it had been a while since she’d dated, but she wasn’t that desperate for a man. Never mind he was one of the most hunkalicious pieces of man candy she’d seen in a while.
Are you nuts? This man took you away from your home and took you to… where in the world was she? This place had a futuristic feel about it.
Paris stretched her neck as far as it would go to get a look around her. The room was spacious enough. At first glance, it was like any ordinary bedroom, but the walls were metallic, and the window reminded her of the kind you saw on a cruise ship except bigger.
The feeling of movement was another thing that struck her. Was she on some kind of shuttle? Not to mention, when her captor spoke it wasn’t in a language she recognized. The only word she’d picked up from his deep, guttural words was London.
He’d said it often enough for Paris to believe he thought that was her name. Paris’s breath caught in her throat as the thought occurred to her. He believed that’s who she was. How could that be? Her sister and mother had been missing for twenty years. Could it be that this man had something to do with their disappearance?
If he believed she was her sister, then London had somehow escaped him. It was the only thing that made sense. Now that she’d figured that out, how on earth would she get away? Worse still, how would she squash these inconvenient feelings she had for him, especially when he thought she was someone else?
She’d wanted some excitement in her life, but this wasn’t what she’d had in mind.
* * *
“What do you mean she didn’t show up for work? But you said she’d be here!” London exclaimed.
She looked at Matt, then back at Carol. The woman gave her a sympathetic look. “I’m really sorry. I expected her to come in today. She said she would. For as long as I’ve known her, she never calls out. I spoke to her supervisor who told me she hadn’t heard from Paris. I believe she’s been phoned, but with no answer.”
London sighed. “Carol, I appreciate your help, but doesn’t someone know where she lives, anyone who can check in on her to make sure she’s okay?”
Carol shrugged. “I guess I could ask her boss for an address. Why don’t you two wait in the lobby for me and I’ll see what I can find out,” she offered.
London and Matt followed her inside and took a seat on a plush couch. London turned to Matt when Carol was out of earshot. “Something’s happened to my sister.”
Matt took her hand in his, patting it in reassurance. “She might be running late.”
London snatched her hand away, shooting him a glare. “I’m not in the mood to be patronized, Matt.”
He lifted a brow in surprise. “I wasn’t trying to do that, babe. I’m simply weighing all the possibilities.”
She rubbed his knee. “I’m sorry. I guess I’m being a little testy, but it’s hard to explain what I’m feeling right now.”
“Then make me understand. Try.”
She
Finding Matt on the quest to locate her missing sister made every ordeal she’d faced thus far worth it. Without him, she’d be lost. He wasn’t like the overbearing men on Thibius. Instead, he possessed a quiet inner strength that drew her to him like a moth to flame.
His every touch set her body on fire and every look made her heart beat faster. London never thought she’d ever find anyone to love as much as she did Matthew Taylor. Now, she finally understood why her mom walked around with a perpetual smile on her lips and a spring in her step.
Love had opened the door to so many wonders London hadn’t known existed. Though she wouldn’t have done anything differently, her one regret for stealing away to Earth the way she had was leaving her family behind.
She couldn’t help but wonder how General Zahn had taken the news of her disappearance. He probably didn’t care. She would have been nothing but another trophy to him anyway.
Matt waved his hand in her face. “Earth to London.”
She snapped out of her musings and looked at Matt. “I’m sorry.”
“Where were you just now?”
“I was thinking about us, and how much I love you.”
He captured her hand and brought it to his lips.
Her pulse quickened.
“And you know how much I love you. How about telling me what you were feeling, about your sister, I mean.”
“Well, I know we’ve been separated for a long time, but ever since I’ve come back to Earth, I’ve felt another force. Maybe it’s her spirit. Now… I don’t have that sensation anymore. I fear something has happened to her, almost as if she’s far away.”
“Hopefully that’s not the case. Look, there’s Carol now.”
The brunette approached them. “It took a little arm twisting, but I have an address. I would like to go with you two, but I have to get back to work. I hope you find her okay.”
London took the slip of paper Carol held out. “Thank you. I hope things will be okay too.”
Chapter Four
Some excitement this was turning out to be. The adage be careful what you wished for certainly came to mind. Paris’s last coherent thought was crying herself to sleep. She remembered experiencing the most delicious dream. Warm hands had massaged her flesh, heating it to near burning.
Fingers delved into her hot slick channel, almost taking her to a climax, but denying her, leaving Paris with a desolate feeling. More than anything she craved total fulfillment.
When she woke up, Paris was no longer chained to the bed, nor was she naked, but she might as well have been. The metal bra, cool against her skin, was tight and pinched her breasts uncomfortably. Thong underwear was barely covered by a blue silk loin cloth. She looked like a chick in chain mail from one of those really bad sci-fi B movies.
Who had dressed her in this obscene outfit?
Instead of the large soft bed she’d fallen asleep on, she was in a chair, her hands positioned on the arm rests. She looked around her. The odd room had the appearance of some kind of mad scientist’s lab, with all its weird looking gadgets. The walls were covered with monitors.
When she attempted to stand, restraints popped out of the arm rests and quickly locked over her wrists, holding them in place. Her bonds tightened the harder she struggled. What kind of device was this? Had she been brought to a high-tech torture chamber? And where was the barbarian?
She gasped when her restraints gripped her harder. Only when she relaxed her body did they loosen -- slightly. “Help me! Please someone help me!” Paris screamed, even though she had the distinct impression no one would come to her aid. She still had to try. “Please, someone!”
She would not cry. No matter what she wouldn’t let that bastard win. Screaming at the top of her lungs and twisting around in the chair, she tried to get someone’s attention, but that only served to make her throat ache and wrists hurt.
Suddenly, the monitors came on and they all showed her. What was going on? The large screen in front of Paris showed her close up. Heat surfaced in her cheeks. To see herself so up close and personal like this was embarrassing. The way her hair was tousled, coupled with the obscene outfit she wore, she looked like a harem girl.
Is that what the hunky alien had in mind? Put her in some kind of harem? If that was what he thought, he had another think coming. Realizing it was futile to try escaping from the tight bonds, Paris calmed down and thought of her next course of action.
Just then, the object of her earlier contemplation walked into the room. He was dressed similarly to the way she’d first seen him in, but this time he was bare-chested. Her heart fluttered. Damn. She wasn’t supposed to be happy to see him. He’d kidnapped her for crying out loud.
A smile crossed his harsh face, but it wasn’t one of humor. The expression in his eyes was hungry and lustful and Paris couldn’t fight back the shiver that spread through her body. She licked her suddenly dry lips.
Maybe if she tried to reason with him, he’d let her go. Just as soon as the thought crossed her mind, she realized it was wishful thinking on her part. Especially with the way he now looked at her.
His gaze latched on to the small movement of her tongue and she turned her head away, unable to meet the intensity of that dark green gaze. Why out of all the men she’d ever run across was this the one who made her more aware of her femininity than any other man -- this person who might not be human? She’d seen enough sci-fi movies to realize maybe there could be some kind of reptilian creature beneath his humanoid flesh.
Paris forced herself to look into his eyes again, trying desperately not to get lost in their depths. “Please let me out of this thing. I think you’ve made a mistake.”
He frowned, cocking his head to the side. Then he spoke harshly in that indiscernible language.
“I don’t understand.” She shook her head.
His nostrils flared. Holding out his wrist, he pressed down on a raised part of his skin.
She wondered what he was doing. “Did you hear what I said?” she demanded.
“I heard you the first time, but now I finally understand what you’re saying. What game are you playing? Why are you speaking in the Earth tongue?”
“You speak English!” Her eyes widened in surprise.
The barbarian gave her a stern look. “It seems like I must since you’re not being cooperative. Thanks to this language chip I’ve implanted in my arm, I can understand and speak most known languages.”
“Who are you?”
Again he frowned, his eyebrows knitting together. “So you wish to continue with the games, Princess?”
“Princess? Me?”
“Aye, London, though a spoiled one.”
There was that name again. Her sister! “Look, there’s been some misunderstanding. I’m not --”
“Silence! The only words I want to hear from your lips are the sound of you begging for mercy. By the end of the day, you’ll be screaming my name. And once we’re back on Thibius, we’re to be married as planned.”
“Married? Are you crazy? I’m not --”
“London, I’ve already told you, I don’t want to hear it. You’ve caused me enough trouble as it is.”
His statement stunned her. London was supposed to marry this man? This situation was getting stranger by the moment. Is this what had happened to her twin? Alien abduction? As fantastical as that sounded, it sort of made sense. Maybe it was a freaky twin thing, but it explained the dreams she’d had growing up of a girl who looked like her, but wasn’t. The girl had been in a strange place, in different clothing.
Had she secretly known of her sister’s whereabouts all this time? And what about her mother? “Do you know what happened to my mother?”
“Oh?” He lifted a dark brow. “So you’ve finally given your poor mother a thought? The queen has been worried sick about you. Not that you care since you saw fit to run off the way you did -- stealing one of your father’s heliocrafts. How did you get as far as you did?”
“Whoa! Wait a minute. My mother is a queen? When did that happen?”
He gave her a questioning look. “I see you’re still in a game playing mood. Fine. We’ll see if you like my kind of games.” He walked over to what looked like a control panel with all kinds of buttons.
Paris renewed her struggles. “Look, there’s been some mistake. I’m not London. I’m --” Her words were halted when a pair of mechanical hands popped out from the sides of the chair and grabbed at the fastening of her metal bra. She renewed her fight. What kind of contraption was this? “What are you doing to me? This isn’t funny.”
“It’s not my intention to amuse you. No. By the time I’m finished with you, there will be an altogether new emotion you’re going to feel.”
“This is rape,” she hissed at him.
He threw his head back and laughed.
It wasn’t the reaction she’d expected.
“There’s so much fire in you, Princess. You were all sweet smiles and coyness on Thibius. Has Earth changed you so much?”
“I told you I -- oh,” she gasped. The mechanical hands undid the front clasp of her bra, setting her breasts free. Heat flooded her face.
Fire blazed within the depths of his gaze. Her nipples puckered against the cool air of the room.
“You throw out that word rape so easily, but was it rape when you moaned and wiggled against my fingers and mouth? Was it rape when I fucked you with my tongue? You were so wet, you were ready to come and would have if I hadn’t stopped. Admit it, Princess, you wanted me.”
Sheer stubbornness made her deny what they both knew was the truth. Maybe her mind didn’t want him, but her body seemed to. Paris would be damned if she’d admit it though.
“Ah, I see you want to say you didn’t feel anything, but your body will give you away every time. You have a gorgeous body, London. I’m going to enjoy acquainting myself with it.”
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