Righteous Fury (To Protect and Service Book 2)

by Tracy St. John

  The fucking had been incredible, though. Kimi couldn’t deny that.

  Jonesing for booze, she finished her coffee instead. As she sat at the table, debating a second cup, the water switched off.

  “Kimi, come in here.”

  “Kimi, come in here please,” she muttered under her breath at the imperious tone he’d taken. Maybe she was being childish to mouth off behind his back, but so what? He probably wanted her to scrub his dick or some stupid shit that denoted her new slave-in-training status.

  With a sigh, she headed into the bathroom. She found Laaruu standing in the middle of the tiled space, his shirt off. Kimi’s mouth went dry at the sight of his rippling abs and carved chest. Damn the man, he was knock-her-over-the-head stunning. He knew it too, judging from the smirk he wore. Or maybe it was because she stood there with her mouth hanging open.

  Geez. How pathetic was she?

  Telling herself better late than never, she assumed an unimpressed attitude. “Yeah, what? I’m here.”

  “Strip. Get into the tub.”

  Kimi considered protesting, especially since it occurred to her that she liked the smell of his passion on her. Not that she’d admit such a thing to Laaruu. That was the last thing the jerk needed to figure out.

  She was the one who was getting a bath? It seemed ass-backward to her, the supposed slave, but it was an easy enough task. She shrugged off her bathrobe and stepped into the tub.

  Kimi sank into the warm water with a sigh. It felt good. Unbelievably good. She hadn’t treated herself to a soak in a long time.

  Laaruu placed his hand between her shoulders, pushing against her upper chest while supporting her. “Lean back and relax.”

  She did, but not before giving him a suspicious glare. “How is this teaching me obedience?”

  “Good girls get rewards.”

  Kimi snorted. Laaruu spoke as if he trained a puppy, not a woman in her early thirties. Yet the warm water felt too delightful to give him hell over it. Especially when he rubbed her feet. Good night, wasn’t that a treat. It had been an eternity since she’d had a foot rub.

  When she couldn’t restrain a moan, Laaruu chuckled. “A small demonstration of the Paatiin master-slave dynamic. I fuck your brains out, as we did last night. I see that you receive as much, if not more, enjoyment than I do from those fuckfests. I also give you massages, baths, and take care of your health and well-being. How does it sound so far?”

  “There’s a catch in there,” Kimi sighed. He was buttering her up, playing with her head, but she didn’t care at the moment. Not while his talented hands moved up from her feet to rub her calves and thighs. “The joke is on you. I’m a terrible cook and pathetic housekeeper. Screwing and screwing up are the only things I do with any expertise.”

  “I never said a word about cooking and cleaning.” He grinned, his teeth blinding in his dark face. “Screwing and fighting at my side are all I require of you. You may continue screwing up as well, since it will give me the pleasure of dealing out punishment. I like the thought of you wearing my marks. Often.”

  Kimi didn’t say a word about that, mostly because her pussy gave a delighted throb at the notion. Damned traitorous body.

  Laaruu’s ministrations moved there next, rubbing the top of her mound, then working into her folds. The wetness he found had nothing to do with the water Kimi soaked in. She hoped she was too alien for him to figure it out.

  Not that it mattered. His touch would have had her drenched and aching in any case. She moaned and didn’t resist as he explored terrain he’d already gotten to know better than any former lover.

  His voice was soft and caressing with approval. “Nicely done, my darling. You have earned a bigger reward.” He spoke in his language, and the clit button activated. Its delights were of a gentle nature, making the embers of arousal glow brighter bit by bit. Kimi groaned and arched into his touch.

  “That’s it. Give yourself over to me,” Laaruu encouraged.

  He entered her with two fingers, fucking her slowly, sensually. He bent to her breasts and mouthed them with languorous care. Kimi reveled in the tender lovemaking, so different from the exhilarating but brutal use of the night before. She came for him three times before the water cooled.

  When it came to Laaruu, she was too easy. Any manner he had her, she delighted in. But, what the fuck? Why shouldn’t she let such things happen? She’d already determined to go with him so she could find Raven. She might as well enjoy the perks of that arrangement.

  * * * *

  Kimi sprawled on her bed, possessing the strength of a wet noodle. Laaruu’s lovely soak-and-a-fuck had been a lie. He’d misled her with that moment of kindness, softening her up for the kill.

  He’d started by ordering her out of the tub and into workout gear. “If you want good-girl rewards, do as I say and don’t complain.” Laaruu went from a considerate and even doting lover to drill instructor in an instant. Before the sensual haze cleared Kimi’s head, she’d found herself jogging at the alien’s side at a bruising pace she hadn’t attempted since her academy training days.

  Following three miles, the last of which had consisted of her struggling not to puke and Laaruu insulting her for being an alcoholic wreck, he’d insisted she go into the apartment complex’s laughably small gym. The equipment was limited and halfheartedly maintained, but the Paatiin had still put her through hell until her muscles quivered.

  Once he’d gotten Kimi to the point where she couldn’t lift a five-pound dumbbell, Laaruu had sparred against her. While she barely managed sloppy jabs in his general direction, he’d danced about her, poking her at will. Kimi had wished he’d punch her so she’d have a reason to fall down and not get up.

  She had to admit to herself that once upon a time, she’d have kept up with his demands and had energy left for all-night dancing and fucking. It was humiliating to have become so pathetic. Though she needed a shower, she was utterly spent. She draped over the bed like a tossed-aside throw.

  Laaruu entered the room. Kimi was afraid he would insist she do more, like calisthenics. Or fuck. Or bathe. Or sit up. Or lift her pinkie. All seemed far out of reach of her abilities at that moment. To keep him from making her move beyond breathing, Kimi quickly said, “You haven’t begun to tell me everything. If I’m going to be your slave, I need to know a hell of a lot more than I do.”

  His brow lifted. “I’ve shared enough for a start.”

  Kimi scowled from her sad, prone position. “You told me Raven is fighting someone. Who is the bad guy?”

  “His name is Drek Hanos. He’s Gilothean and an important member of the Consolidated Collective Space.”

  “Consolidated Collective Space? Is it as impressive as it sounds?”

  “A group of planets and species united for trade and defensive reasons. Paatuun holds as large a territory, but we’re exclusive to our own race.”

  “Is this Hanos trying to take over his or your territory?”

  “Even he isn’t that power hungry. Or willing to accept so much responsibility. He’s little more than a thug, though a powerful, rich thug.”

  “The worst kind.”

  Laaruu frowned, the dangerous expression sending a thrill down Kimi’s spine. “He’s a murderous criminal responsible for trouble that not only impacts his space, but Paatuun’s and yours as well. Or he was, until he was supposedly killed in a raid Raven and I participated in.”

  “Supposedly killed?”

  “Many of us suspect Hanos lives. If so, he’s a danger to my master.” Laaruu’s speech ended in a growl.

  Kimi thought over what he’d told her. “What’s Raven’s stake in this?”

  “A personal vendetta. Her master’s life is endangered by Hanos. She’s also determined to send home the women he abducted from here.”

  That got Kimi’s attention and sent energy coursing through her. She sat up. “Raven was on an abduction case before she disappeared. Is Hanos part of that?”

  Laaruu nodded. “The ba
stard has been running an involuntary slavery ring, stocking his supply with Alt-Earthlings.”

  “Holy shit, Laaruu. When are we going?”

  Laaruu dashed her hopes for a quick trip into alien lands to serve justice, Earth-style. “First, I need to know you’ve got your head on straight. My focus is on protecting my master, not rescuing a bunch of Alt-Earth females. That is a secondary consideration.”

  “Not for me, it isn’t. Don’t be a dick, Laaruu.”

  “My ship. My wishes. My rules. You’ll have your chance to play the hero you’d given up on being in due time. For now, you may strip, wash and present yourself for my sexual enjoyment.”

  He said it with offhand command, as if expecting her to immediately obey. With no regard for her exhaustion.

  His high-handed attitude infuriated Kimi. She’d agreed to be his slave, but as far as she was concerned, they had yet to establish all the parameters of the agreement. She had every intention of going to Laaruu’s dimension with him, but only to locate Raven and rescue her.

  She also had the added mission of bringing the kidnapped of her world safely home. Laaruu’s disinterest in their fate didn’t sit well with Kimi. It was another strike against him, which she would take great delight in correcting.

  Pretending to do as he ordered, Kimi pulled her shoe laces loose and toed her shoes off. Socks, sweatpants, and shirt followed. She moved slowly and enticingly, hoping to distract the Paatiin with lust. His wide eyes and tented pants crotch informed her that he was enjoying the show.

  Down to her bra and underwear, Kimi grinned saucily. She sauntered close to Laaruu, reaching as if to unhook her bra. With Laaruu’s gaze locked on her chest and only inches away, she struck.

  Her knee flashed upward, driving towards his avid groin. He reacted, deflecting the blow by twisting to one side so that she caught his thigh instead. Though it wasn’t the disarming hit she’d hoped for, Kimi felt a flash of delight to see him wince and hear a grunt escape him. She pressed her advantage, attacking quickly.

  Kimi enjoyed the upper hand for all of perhaps five seconds. She was out of shape. She was weak. She was slow. Laaruu was none of those things. It was humiliating how easily he took her down, using moves Kimi would have thwarted mere months ago. It demonstrated how far she’d fallen.

  Her bathrobe had been slung over the chair where she sat at her vanity when she could be bothered to slather on makeup. Keeping her pinned on the nubby carpet, Laaruu yanked loose the tie. He bound Kimi up, wrists to ankles, forcing her to curl in a fetal position.

  He knelt beside her trussed form, disgust filling his expression. Kimi squirmed to be stared at with such distaste. Without saying a word, Laaruu managed to make her feel like a pile of shit he’d accidentally stepped in.

  The Paatiin’s tone dripped with revulsion. “Did you think I expected you to obey me? You are a fool. I’m a fool to have thought you had any real fight left in you. You call that an attack? It was the most pathetic display I’ve seen.”

  Kimi huddled, ashamed and miserable. She’d once been a badass, capable of beating men twice her weight. Several times her strength. She’d defended herself dozens of times against people determined to harm her. She’d always won out.

  She didn’t have to be told Laaruu had barely tried to fend her off. To put her in this humiliating position. He’d called her pathetic, but that wasn’t close to what she’d become. She was laughable. Absurd.

  The bad news kept coming, adding to her misery. Gazing at her with contempt, Laaruu said, “Despite your many failings, I am happy to demonstrate the error of your actions.” His next words were delivered in his language, and Kimi cried out before the button switched on.

  It was the pleasure setting, which in this instance, was almost as bad as pain. It felt wrong at a basic level to be writhing on the floor at Laaruu’s feet, brought to the edge of climax and left to beg for release.

  Instead, Laaruu untied her, moving so fast that he seemed a blur. He grabbed a handful of her hair and forced her crawling across the floor to her bed. There he sat and pulled her up on his lap, draping her across his legs, her ass up and ready for punishment. Which he delivered, wearing her out with his firm palm, bringing torment that somehow twisted itself into added excitement. Her pussy convulsed, attempting to orgasm despite her humiliation and hurt.

  To finish her mortification, he made her climax at the end of it all. She lay across his legs, moaning and crying out as exaltation billowed through her. She should have been too ashamed to come, but she did. She came hard.

  When the button fell quiet and the spanking ended, she drooped over Laaruu’s thighs, sobbing in the aftermath. Her butt pulsed in agony. Her sex throbbed with defiant joy. Her face burned, and Kimi was sure she’d never be able to look Laaruu in the eyes again.

  He told her, “A most helpful lesson, isn’t it? One you may look forward to on a regular basis. I’ll shape you into my creature, who finds pain arousing. You’ll look forward to my punishments every bit as much as my delights. You’ll beg for it. I’ll discipline you, and you’ll discover you’ve become eager for it as much as me shoving my cock in your mouth, cunt, or ass.”

  Kimi couldn’t believe her pride showed up after she’d demeaned herself so thoroughly, but it did. Though she didn’t move, couldn’t move, she snarled, “Fuck you, asshole.”

  “There’s an excellent idea. Though I’d planned to save your virgin hole for a more caring atmosphere, you’ve yet again proved you don’t deserve the consideration.”

  He tossed her onto the bed, placing her facedown with her hips at the edge. He put his knee to her back, pinning her to the sheets. She screamed and squalled, kicking and fighting. She would not submit to having the bastard’s prick up her ass. Kimi willed her body to remember its more powerful days, the days when she could have beaten Laaruu to a pulp.

  A blinding pulse of molten heat speared from her clit to her chest. Kimi would have sworn her heart stuttered from the shot of pure desire that blazed through her, if she’d been able to think clearly. Instead, her mind was wiped clean of anything but ravening need. Her violent efforts to rise and fight turned to a writhing dance on her belly, trying to find a way to chase that luscious sensation straight to orgasm.

  “Feels good, doesn’t it?” came Laaruu’s silky voice from above. “So incredible. As if you haven’t come for me already. You’d invite death to take you, to experience the climax beyond your grasp.”

  “Mmph.” Kimi’s head tossed, rubbing her lips against her comforter as she moaned. She needed to come. She’d go crazy without release. The ache between her legs was brutal with demand, a demand she couldn’t escape. Laaruu would see to that.

  “I can give you that orgasm. It means opening your legs for me. It means offering your ass to my cock. It means begging me to fuck your tightest hole.”

  One thought filtered through the rampaging desire driving her insane. “It—it will hurt,” she ground out.

  “Oh yes. I won’t make it easy. You deserve to suffer for all you’ve done. But it’ll feel good too. Good to give yourself up to me. Good to let me hurt you so you learn to enjoy it. Good to come and release all that terrible rapture building inside.”

  Her clit gave a surge, bringing her right to the brink of orgasm, so close she was certain she had to go over. It settled again, leaving her grasping at her comforter in desperation. Kimi whimpered, dying for climax.

  When Laaruu removed his knee from her back, she didn’t budge. When he shoved his thighs between her legs, she remained in place. Tears of humiliation streamed from her eyes into the bed linens, and her face burned. Her heart burned too, burned with hatred for Laaruu, for how he made her ache for what she’d never even considered a viable act of sex before.

  The button amped up again, delivering another pulse of incredible bliss. Kimi fisted her comforter and sheets in her hands, unable to breathe for the sheer rapture concentrated between her legs. Then it ebbed again, keeping her from expelling the ruthless press
ure that billowed in her loins.

  “Beg me,” came the equally ruthless demand.

  What choice did Kimi have? Laaruu would keep torturing her until she caved—or worse, he’d leave her like this, with no release to be had.

  His fingers ran over her pussy and dove into her hole. Kimi cried out at the lightning strike of vicious need. He ignored her, pulling out and leaving her with her hips lifting in an effort to tempt him to return. Slick sounds informed that he rubbed her juices over his cock. Readying himself to fuck her. Her cunt spasmed, though Kimi knew that wasn’t the orifice to be fed his shaft.

  “Beg me.” The tone was softer, but no less demanding.

  The button-bug strengthened its seduction yet again. Kimi couldn’t take it anymore. Could. Not. Take. It.

  “Please,” she pleaded, thrusting her ass toward Laaruu. “Please fuck me.”

  “Fuck you where?” The bastard was implacable.

  “In my ass,” she whimpered. How had she become so weak?

  “Say it all together. Tell me what you want.”

  The tears flowed hotter than before. “You won’t be happy until I’m totally debased, will you?”

  “You debased yourself far worse with the drinking and suicide wish. Now say it.”

  Why did it matter? He was right. She’d given up everything already, especially any notion of pride. Sobbing, Kimi gave in. “Please, fuck me in the ass.”

  “Is that what you want? Because I don’t have to. This is up to you.”

  Another surge from the button covering her clit. Fucking liar. He wasn’t leaving her any choice—but at this point it no longer mattered.

  Her voice choked with agony, Kimi said, “I want you to fuck me up the ass. I want your cock shoved in my tight hole, grinding in, ripping me in half—”

  Her breathless surrender ended in a squeal as Laaruu’s sex pushed at her hole. And oh man, did it hurt. Kimi drove forward, trying to escape the violent burn as the Paatiin’s iron shaft burrowed into her, forcing past her clenched entrance. He dropped onto her, pinning her to the mattress with his weight. She couldn’t move, couldn’t escape the terrible pain of the determined taking.