Righteous Fury (To Protect and Service Book 2)

by Tracy St. John

  Kimi craned her neck to stare at him. She tried not to notice how delicious the alien bastard looked with the wet gleaming off his carved frame. “What?”

  His eyes narrowed, and his lips curled in malicious delight. “Persuade me that you’re worth sticking my prick in you. Come on. I’m sure you can coax me into fucking you.”

  Kimi couldn’t believe his bullshit. “You can’t be serious.”

  “Oh, I am. I must be certain you are doing this with the full understanding that I only grant you what you ask for.”

  She could have beat the hell out of him. Pulled off that fine, thick erection standing at attention and hit him over the head with it. Except there was the clit stimulator that could go from rapture to pain in an instant.

  Not to mention the fact his dick would be useless for fucking once torn off him.

  Lust rode her too hard to think about it for long. She’d give Laaruu what he insisted on, claim her fuck, and then figure out how to deal with the sadistic bastard.

  Kimi turned and sank to her knees before him. His eyes darkened, and excitement shone from them. He yearned for her. Maybe as much as she wanted him, no button-bug required.

  It got her hot, seeing how he desired her. All at once, blowing the man failed to seem like a bribe to get properly laid. The act teetered on the edge of a privilege to perform. A reward for finding her despairing and drunk ass somehow desirable.

  She shut down her thoughts. She refused to consider herself eager to be with Laaruu for reasons beyond stuffing her cunt.

  Kimi gave the tip of his shaft a lover’s open-mouthed kiss. She found the flared head of him smooth and velvety, an agreeable sensation. He was a little different from the other men she’d sucked before. His flavor wasn’t quite as salty. It had an interesting musky-sweetness she enjoyed.

  She gripped the base of him. She cupped his balls as well, fascinated that they were rounder and firmer than the men she’d been with. When she rubbed them, his sex jerked and spurted a few drops into her mouth. Again, not as salty as she was used to. Quite good, truth be told.

  With a happy moan, Kimi slid him into her mouth, as deep as she could comfortably take until her lips met her fist. She sucked on him, her cheeks concave with the effort. His pulse pounded against her tongue with a rapid-fire beat. She drew away, moving her tongue all around his shaft as she retreated. She caressed his balls again and was rewarded with another squirt of passion.

  Kimi continued, varying the speed at which she took him, keeping him guessing. He stood with his hands on his hips, occasionally rocking to greet her as she drove forward. His breath came quicker as she sucked his cock, and the surges of pre-cum happened more often and in greater amounts.

  Every now and then, he muttered a word. The clit stimulator’s effects grew more intense with each utterance, until Kimi was groaning nonstop as she fellated him. She hadn’t thought the need to fuck could get more intense, but she’d been wrong. The slickness from her pussy to her knees had little to do with the shower spray pounding against her. Her growing desperation was demonstrated as she drew on Laaruu harder and deeper. In the end, she was slamming her face against his groin, choking herself on his cock as she battled to survive the desire consuming her.

  He grabbed her by the upper arms. Kimi was sure he bruised her, but she didn’t care. Laaruu shoved her into the corner of the tub, his face bestial with lust. His cock homed in on her cunt, ready to fill her at long last.

  The Paatiin made no attempt to be gentle in any regard. The moment he was in position, the tip of his length poised at her entrance, he lunged. Brutally. He thrust in all at once, making Kimi take him.

  Pain seared, driving the breath from her lungs. Her sex protested the invasion, clamoring. At the same moment, she climaxed explosively. Agony and elation were one, making her scream. She rebelled instinctively, trying to shove Laaruu away. Her legs kicked as she succumbed to an ecstasy she feared would stop her heart.

  He paid no mind to her attempts to escape. Laaruu plunged deep, driving his full length into her again and again without mercy. Rapturous convulsions ripped through Kimi, one after another. Her pussy clutched at the flesh thrusting deep inside, though her limbs grew heavy with exhaustion.

  When Kimi stopped fighting, Laaruu switched the spray off. Keeping her impaled on his cock, he stepped out of the tub. He carried her to her bed, wetting the sheets with their dripping bodies as he continued to fuck her every which way. She was helpless to his demands, rising with excitement with each claim he made on it, even when he punished her.

  Especially when he punished her.

  Laaruu was tireless. He was ruthless. He gave her all she’d craved and more. Kimi couldn’t imagine he’d missed a sexual trick, except the unthinkable manner he’d threatened to have her.

  He was behind her crouched body, pounding into her aching womanhood as she moaned into the sheets, feeling another orgasm nearing. He leaned over her to whisper in her ear. “Don’t worry, my darling. I promise your precious ass will be filled with my cock at a future date. However, it deserves a very special taking, seeing it has never been fucked before. I do so love drawing out the anticipation.”

  Kimi gasped, overriding pleasure reaching to erase her ability to think. While she still could, she moaned the question that needed answering. “What do you want from me? What do you really want?”

  He chuckled. “Everything. For now, your cunt and mouth will do.”

  Which he proved, fucking her senseless as the day wore on, making her serve his many desires. Kimi thrilled to every second of it.

  Chapter Five

  Kimi opened her eyes and blinked. At first blush, it seemed like any other morning. Except maybe the light coming in was less strong than usual. The clock solved that mystery. It was only seven a.m. Since the park service had stuck her on administrative leave, she’d fallen into the habit of sleeping late.

  Fine. She’d gotten into the habit of getting blackout drunk and staying unconscious until noon.

  Today, she wasn’t hung over. Another difference. Her body emitted a fine tremor, but no real shakes. Kimi felt a clarity she’d been avoiding for the past six months.

  Something else was different. After a few moments of lying there and thinking about it, she realized it was the smell. Instead of the sour stench of old liquor, the room smelled of incredibly fine cologne—Laaruu’s scent. As well as the aroma of sex. It hung all around her.

  Kimi shifted experimentally. Her sex was sore. She’d be lucky if she could pull her legs together after Laaruu had used her so extensively. She tried it and found she could, but it made the ache more noticeable. For some reason she couldn’t put her finger on, the hurt was comforting.

  She gingerly rose up to sitting. Her bed was wrecked, with the sheets and coverlet twisted and pulled free of the mattress. Otherwise, it was her same old bedroom, stuffed with oversized furniture left behind by her parents. There was no sign of Laaruu.

  “Figures. The best sex of my life, and he’s nowhere to be found,” she muttered.

  Which was for the best, she reasoned. Laaruu was hot but dangerous. “And an alien. Don’t forget that.”

  Kimi thought over the day and night before, marveling at the experience. She’d had sex with a freaking interstellar visitor, who had managed to make her into a sort of sex slave. A willing sex slave—well, maybe not at first—

  With a jolt, Kimi remembered the clit stimulator. She struggled free of the sheets and comforter.

  It remained in place. It looked like her damned pussy came with a button, for heaven’s sake. “Fuck. Goddamn motherfucker. Shit!” she swore at it.

  She was tempted to pull it off for all of a second before remembering the horrendous pain it had dealt when she’d tried it before. No, she wasn’t willing to risk that again. The idea that perhaps it had hurt the first time because Laaruu had been present couldn’t convince Kimi to make an effort at removing it, even with him gone.

  She’d have to see a doctor. Maybe
it would require surgery to get off. How the fuck would she explain this shit to an M.D.?

  “Damn it. Damn it. I need a drink.”

  Fuck how early it was. Kimi deserved a drink or twelve. With that goal in mind, she slid out of bed. Ignoring the button bug roosting on her sex, she examined herself and winced. She was covered in marks, many of them hand and fingerprints from Laaruu’s rough use. It wasn’t the appearance of them that bothered her. Instead, she grimaced at the memory of how much she’d enjoyed getting them.

  Kimi had played at BDSM games in the past, had enjoyed them. Yet she’d been in charge, a paddle-wielding Mistress with the couple of guys she’d had fun with. Nothing extreme. She’d not been on the receiving end, certain she’d not take pleasure in it.

  Surprise, surprise. I’m a dirty little submissive.

  She was desperate for that drink. Before going in search of it, she grabbed a robe from her closet and threw it on, not wishing to see any reminders of the things she’d done—and allowed to be done to her. Garbed appropriately, she left the room.

  Kimi frowned as the living room doorway came into view, through which she could see the television playing a news program. Closed captioning filled the lower quarter of the picture. Had it been on all night? Muted? She could have sworn she she’d switched it off when Laaruu showed up.

  Well, I was drunk then distracted. Now to get drunk again.

  That mission derailed when she got into the room and discovered Laaruu sitting on her mother’s overstuffed sofa, watching the show. Her stomach plunged to her toes as he turned his gaze on her. Humiliation warmed her cheeks as her womanhood gave a throb. She hated the instant desire that rose at the sight of her master from the night before.

  He bestowed a lazy smile, far too content for her peace of mind. “You’re awake. I hope you enjoyed sleeping in this morning. It’s your final chance to do so.”

  Kimi had no intention of telling him this was the earliest she’d been up in ages. Instead, she parked her hands on her hips and glared at him. “Oh, is that so?”

  “As of this moment, you’re in training. No more drinking—I’ve thrown out all the liquor. You’ll also eat as you should. Get appropriate rest by going to bed at a decent hour. And you’ll resume whatever exercise regimen you had in place before you decided to kill yourself. You may begin by preparing yourself a healthy breakfast.”

  Kimi snorted. The alien bastard had nerve, thinking he could order her around. “First problem: I haven’t been to the grocery store in over a week. Breakfast supplies are in short supply here.”

  “I noticed. I have supplied you with a decent variety of healthful choices. Go make yourself something.” When Kimi continued to stand there staring at him, he crooked an eyebrow at her. “You still wear the clit stimulator. Do I need to remind you how it works?”

  Son of a bitch. He had her. Kimi made a growling sound, pouring her hatred into it. Laaruu smirked and dismissed her by returning his attention to the television.

  Understanding how things would end up no matter what she tried, she stomped into the kitchen.

  Kimi started by checking her liquor cabinet. The fucker had cleaned her out, all right. Not a single bottle remained. Instead, there was a selection of healthy cereal options: whole grain oat cereal, rice cereal, bran cereal, flax cereal—whatever the hell that was. Not a frosted or marshmallow-filled option in the bunch. She muttered death threats under her breath and snatched the least-bland of her choices.

  Opening the refrigerator for milk to put in her cereal revealed a carton of eggs and low-fat cheese. Kimi glanced at the whole-wheat English muffins on the counter, then dismissed the idea of a more flavorful meal. Too much effort, especially now that she was pissed off and not getting her daily ration of alcohol.

  At least Laaruu hadn’t banned her coffee. After making a cup, Kimi sat down at the dining room table that took up half her kitchen and poured her uninspiring breakfast into a bowl. When Laaruu came in and joined her, she refused to look at him. She ate mutely, feeling his eyes on her.

  After a few minutes of enduring her silent treatment, Laaruu dangled conversational bait. “Your friend Raven and I have the same goal.”

  Kimi chewed her cardboard flakes, staring into the bowl of milky boredom. She wanted to hear more about Raven. She hated to encourage Laaruu though. The need to hear news about her friend won out. “What goal would that be?”

  “She and I have a common enemy. She protects her master from him, just as I protect mine.”

  Kimi gazed at him, according her full attention. “You have a master?”

  He dipped his head. “I serve the esteemed Saazeer, a prince of Paatuun. His safety is my priority. Raven does the same for a Gilothean judge named Vendeen.”

  “Who are you and she protecting these people from? What’s the story?”

  “That’s not anything you have to know at this time.” At Kimi’s disgusted snort, he added, “Raven impressed me. I’ve seen and met a few Alt-Earth people. They are curious creatures, but I had little interest in claiming any to dote on and enjoy. Until Raven.”

  “She’s a slave though, isn’t that what you said?” Kimi seethed at the idea, but kept her tone cautious. Coming on strong to Laaruu rarely got good results. If she played nice, maybe he’d tell her about her bestie’s situation. “Why haven’t you bought her?”

  Laaruu stared at her as if she’d said something offensive. “One does not trade slaves unless the partnership with their master is not working out. Even the Gilotheans, as primitive as they are, believe as we do on that account.”

  “Why not? Ugh, stop looking at me as if you caught me beating puppies. Slavery is not a nice thing to do on this planet.” Or any planet.

  “On this world, you do not worry over your slaves’ well-being. It’s a code of pure exploitation here.” Laaruu sighed. “On Paatuun, we make a conscious commitment to the slave’s well-being. To their happiness. Sometimes, we fall in love with them.”

  “If you cared at all, you wouldn’t consider them slaves. They’d be your partners for real.”

  “They are our partners. It’s difficult to explain, because we have different definitions of what a slave is. You’re thinking of your history, where slaves are property to be forced to obey, to be beaten or killed if disobedience occurs.”

  “You’re saying your definition is different?”

  Laaruu smiled. “A slave is someone to be guarded and nurtured. Someone the master sees to the needs of, because the slave has placed herself in his care. It’s a huge responsibility. In return for being cherished by her master, the slave gives loyalty and trust. He or she grants the master’s wishes for sensual pursuits and companionship, as well as accepts his decisions for their welfare.”

  “Including punishment.” Kimi managed not to squirm as she remembered his firm hand spanking her ass. She should be disgusted that she found it erotic.

  Laaruu’s smile twisted into a smirk, as if he knew what she was thinking. “Correction is occasionally required and should be expected by the slave.”

  “Pretty words for an ugly situation. Nice work spinning a dreadful idea into a practice some might consider.” Not Kimi Furio, though. She was free, independent, and determined to remain so.

  “Raven not only considered it, but embraced it.”

  “Bullshit.”

  “She belongs to two people who love and prize her above all other considerations. She works to rid my dimension of evil and right the wrongs. She is there by choice, enjoying the benefits of serving her men, and offering them protection and invaluable enforcement experience.”

  Kimi snorted. “And in thanks, she’s subjugated? Forced into a sex toy for their use?”

  Laaruu sighed. “Have you not heard a single word I’ve said? She’s protecting and serving the public good. Doing the job you once held important.”

  “’Once held important’, huh? You’re spot-on there. I couldn’t give a fuck now.” Kimi had finished her cereal. She tossed the mi
lk back, wishing she was sucking down a bottle of alcohol instead.

  “That’s the question, isn’t it? Do you wish to stand for justice the way you used to? With me, you’ll be able to do that.”

  “As your slave.”

  “As my slave. Otherwise, you’re stuck here, finishing out your days by drowning yourself in alcohol and hiding like a coward.”

  Kimi scowled at him. She hated Laaruu, especially since he was correct about Raven’s commitment to integrity. He seemed to understand the kind of person she was—the kind of woman Kimi also used to be.

  She’d given that up. What was the point of being a decent person when life fucked you raw for it? Kimi had no intention of being sucked into playing hero. She didn’t even want to play the role of a decent person.

  Yet she knew she would agree to become Laaruu’s slave. Not because he might save her, because she sure as hell gave no fucks about salvation. She would do it because she had to know beyond a shadow of a doubt whether Raven was alive or dead. If her bestie was a prisoner to alien beings in another dimension, Kimi was going to do her damnedest to bring her home.

  “Fine. Where do we start?”

  Laaruu leered, every inch the devil she’d just sold her soul to. “First lesson. How to do as you’re told.”

  Chapter Six

  Laaruu smiled lazily. “Clean up your breakfast dishes.”

  “If I do, does it count that as a lesson learned?”

  Laaruu snorted. He got up and left the room. Feeling better that she had a plan—not much of one, but a plan at any rate—Kimi washed her dishes. When she aimed her attention at her coffee, sipping it and enjoying its heat, she heard the bathtub faucet turn on.

  Maybe Laaruu will do me a favor and drown. Though that would mean calling the police while smelling of sex from the night before. Having to face a doctor for removal of the damned clit stimulator was another enormous hurdle she refused to consider. What an awful mess Laaruu had put her in.