At Drogan’s Command (Hades Helmet Crew) (6 page)

Rena came to him wearing nothing but a red satin sheet. The smooth fabric slowly slipped down her body, uncovering her full, dark chocolate-tipped breasts. Her nipples were already tightened, thick nubs just begging for his mouth to suck them. The fabric slipped down over her slightly rounded belly, exposing her bare mound.

Drogan’s hips jerked forward. His cock wanted to sink into her hot, wet, tight depths. He yearned to feel the walls of her vagina clench around him as he thrust into her.

Her thick thighs were exposed to his hungry gaze. He felt soft ripples running up and down his shaft, from root to tip. Soft touches caressed his legs, back, neck, arms, and stomach. He was slowly burning up as he watched Rena turn, exposing her high, rounded ass to his gaze.

He wanted to see her on all fours, bottom high in the air, begging for him to spank her, to fuck her in her back entrance. Humid air passed his lips in a hiss when his nipples were pinched. Shards of electricity went straight to his groin. His cock twitched in response and he ached to come. He wanted the blessed relief of being drained after an orgasm. He longed for a dreamless sleep, in which Rena didn’t haunt him, in which his guilt for what he was about to do wouldn’t poke and prod him.

He watched as Rena placed one leg on a semicircular bed, her head turned to look over her shoulder at him. Her luminous, dark brown eyes sparkled with desire and need. Her other leg rose and she proceeded to crawl toward the center, keeping her eyes on him. She was like a sleek jungle cat on the prowl.

Drogan followed her, climbing onto the bed, eagerness dictating his every movement. Cool air caressed his body. Goose flesh rose on his skin as he made his way toward her. There was no finesse in his movements. His lust, his need for her, had stripped away all of his careful control.

In his fantasy, he reached out and grabbed her hips, and his fingers dug into the soft firm flesh. Letting go of one hip he took hold of his cock. Without even preparing her, he positioned the head of his shaft at her entrance.

He nearly came when he entered her, feeling the moist heat of her core. He didn’t stop pushing his hips until he was balls-deep inside of her wet, tight heat. He withdrew only to thrust into her again. He was fucking her, not making love to her as he had so many nights in his dreams, but fucking her hard and fast. Pumping his hips, he brought his hand up to take hold of her hair. He pulled it until her head bowed back. Her mouth hung open as soft moans passed between her lips. Her walls clenched around him as her hips moved back to meet his thrusts.

The sound of wet flesh filled his ears as the silken cocoon around him simulated Rena’s body, tightening around his shaft, stroking the hardened rod with soft, soothing pumps. He could almost believe that Rena’s pussy was wrapped around his heated flesh. The blanket rolled and plucked his nipples, delved between the cheeks of his ass to tease the puckered bud of his anus. Soft, silken hands rolled and tugged his balls gently as light caresses traced the area between his scrotum and back entrance. He thrust upward, the fabric feeling as if it was melting around his cock, squeezing his shaft just under the thick mushroom head, staving off his orgasm.

He growled in frustration. His hips jerked faster and faster as if trying to punch a hole through the fabric. In the fantasy, he pounded her pussy, sweat sliding down his chest, stomach, arms, forehead. He moved in concert with his fantasy self. Flames licked their way up his spine. His body started to shake. His stomach tightened. He came, crying out Rena’s name.

His cum hit the cloth. Warm trails of liquid coated his shaft, sliding down his balls. He continued to pump his hips and the blanket continued to squeeze his shaft. The last dribbles of his release slipped down his cock. He closed his eyes, panting in harsh breaths. He swore and shoved the mask off of his face as he tried to sit up. His vision swam and he felt light-headed.

Anger engulfed him as he fought to regain his breath. He didn’t want fantasies or substitutes. He wanted
her
, needed
her
.

Once his body had calmed down and he had caught his breath, he sat up. The silken fabric slid down his chest, causing shivers to run through him. Bumps broke out on his skin and desire coiled within him. His need for her hadn’t slackened. He was still hungry for the feel of her body against his, her nipples scraping his chest, her nails digging into his shoulders, the scent of her desire surrounding him, mingling with the aroma of sex in the air. He could smell her perfume, feel the softness of her skin against his palms.

He gritted his teeth. Their arrival at Earth couldn’t come soon enough.

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The large blue-green marble glowed with an indescribable light as Rena gazed out the window of Drogan’s office. In a few hours she would be stepping foot on Earth, a planet whose environmental damage had been reversed through alien technology. The oceans were clean, the air purified. Rena knew that one third of Earth’s population had been lost due to nuclear war and disease, but looking down on it from space, it was beautiful.

Drogan had told her he wanted to go over the results of her monthly review. She tried to calm her body down, but her heart was beating erratically. Heat was dancing along her nerves. Her pussy clenched and her stomach tightened.

Over the last few weeks she had been having the most erotic dreams about Drogan. Her mind played out all the scenarios that she had experienced at the Fantasy Spa. All the droids’ faces would morph into Drogan’s. It would be Drogan taking her from behind; Drogan fucking her from underneath; Drogan all around her, taking her to heights of pleasure she could only imagine.

She had become so engrossed in thoughts of her dreams that she hadn’t heard him come in. It didn't help that during her review those fantasies had played out as he had questioned her. When he'd asked her if she felt she had any issues that wouldn't allow her to do her job to the best of her ability, she'd thought of the disc and her fantasies—and those testing machines had ways of detecting stray thoughts. Rena didn't know how that would affect her results. She hoped it wouldn't be enough to lead to any kind of discipline.

She turned around with a smile on her face but it quickly faltered. Drogan looked serious, and fear rose inside Rena. Something had happened. She tried to think over the last few weeks. Had someone been hurt when they had made their way through the last meteor cluster? Did her stupid fantasies screw up her results?

“Sit down, Rena, please.” Drogan took his seat behind his desk and gestured toward the visitor’s chair across from him.

Rena walked over to the chair and sat down, reluctantly. Worry ate at her. She resisted the urge to nibble her bottom lip. “Is someone hurt? What is wrong, Captain? Sir, did something happen?”

“First, I want to say that I found your disc…”

Chapter Five

Rena sat on the transport to the Nevada 896-04 Spaceport. When she’d first arrived on Earth, two months earlier, she had stayed in her apartment, getting up only to eat, use the bathroom, and shower. She had repeated the routine mindlessly, without thought or care. She was in too much turmoil.

Drogan had betrayed her. He hadn’t even tried to protect her or destroy the disc. She understood his sense of duty and loyalty to his ship and crew, but in those moments in his office, he had made it clear where she stood with him. Drogan was known to go to great lengths for his crew, but she was not part of his crew; she was just someone he had hired. He could have turned a blind eye. He could have hushed it up. But he hadn’t. He had followed the letter of the law and suspended her, telling her that she needed a break, needed time to think about what she had done.

Rena knew that was bullshit. She didn't need a break or time to think. She needed to show him she could still do her job, despite her feelings. But clearly he hadn't valued her enough to keep her on his crew. That is what hurt most of all. He had cast her in the role of a temp unworthy of such loyalty. The years she had worked for him seemed irrelevant to him.

He hadn’t looked disgusted with her. That was the sole saving grace. There had even been desire in his eyes, on his face, as he had played back the evidence of her so-called “nymphomania,” but his body showed no response.

After three weeks of moping at her increasingly unaffordable apartment, anger took the place of pain. How dare he cast her aside like some replaceable part? She was the best damn assistant he would ever find in all the quadrants. Rena was mad at herself for being so careless with the disc in the first place, but she was angrier still at Drogan.
He
could do any of the things she had done and get away with them.

When Rena had signed onto the
Hades’ Helmet,
she had heard all about Drogan’s reputation with the ladies. But unlike Jason, Drogan didn’t go after crew members. No, he went after gorgeous women who were models, actresses, daughters of Fed Commanders; anyone beautiful, rich, and powerful was game. Rena had seen his infamous charm in action and envied the women who were his prey. She heard whispers of his bedroom prowess. He was said to be the spaceship captain’s version of Casanova.

It angered her in ways she couldn’t fathom. She had just been trying to blow off steam at that Fantasy Spa, had been trying to lay her desires to rest so that she could do her job even better. And yet he had suspended her, all for a few harmless fantasies? It just wasn't fair. Jason got away with far worse things. Hell, even Drogan himself should have been fired long ago. The double standard he had used to let her go overwhelmed any sense of self-loathing or sadness she had. Now she was just mad.

He hadn’t even given the disc back. He said he was keeping it “as evidence.” Rena guessed he was passing it around to all the men on the
Hades’ Helmet
and having a good laugh about it. Well, Rena was going to get it back, and that’s why she was on her way to Nevada 896-04 Spaceport.

She knew Drogan’s schedule well. He had reiterated it to her over and over again enough times. She would break into his suite of rooms, get the disc, and get the hell out of there. She had no idea how she would react if she saw him again, but he had meetings all this week and would not be back at the spaceport for ages.

Rena yawned and glanced up at the clock in the small cabin she had been given in the transport. It had taken nearly all of her savings and then some to get a ticket on the transport on such short notice. They charged extra to stow bags, so she hadn’t brought any luggage. She had only the clothes on her back.

She ran over the list of things she needed to do. First, she needed to get past his security detail, who were always stationed at the entrance of the hallway leading to his suite of rooms. After that she had to get into the room itself. She sent up a silent prayer that he hadn’t changed the codes yet. Drogan always told her, as his assistant, his access code in case he needed her to fetch something for him. Once she was inside, she needed to find the disc. Then all she needed to do was leave the station and she would never see him again.

Once back on Earth she would find a job that suited her skills. She couldn’t go back to work for the Galactic Federation. That could bring her face-to-face with Drogan, and who knew what would happen then? There would be a slap of course. No one looked down on her like that, not even Drogan. No. She would get work with a planetary corporation. As much as she was loath to work for another big business outfit, she needed the money. She would move on with her life after she got the disc back and forget about Drogan.

The cabin shook slightly as the transport hit a patch of turbulence.

“Nothing to worry about folks, we’re almost there. Just hang on for a few more hours and keep those seatbelts fastened,” the captain announced. Then the intercom fell silent.

Glancing out the window, Rena saw the large, dusty red planet approach. Despite its color, she knew there was life down there. There were jungles of lush green; frozen deserts of bright white; and, here and there, communities of humans living with the alien life of the planet. She wished she had time to see it all, but she shook her head. In a few hours she would be at the station. There was no time for sightseeing. Besides, it took money she didn’t have to go planetside for even a few hours.

The turbulence increased and she gripped the edge of her seat, praying that they would get there in one piece. After four hours of gut-wrenching turbulence, they arrived at the station. On wobbly legs, Rena left the small spacecraft. She stared around her in awe at the size of the entrance hall. People, humans and aliens alike, were everywhere. Bright neon signs blinked on and off, offering every imaginable service. The noise of life rushed all around her, almost overwhelming.

Her heartbeat increased in her chest, sweat prickled the back of her neck and forehead, and gooseflesh broke out on her arms as panic set in. In such a vast space station, how the hell was she supposed to find his quarters?

Someone bumped into her and jolted her out of her nervous state of mind. Clenching her jaw in determination, she checked her watch. She had ten hours to carry out her mission and leave. Striding farther into the entrance hall, her gaze was drawn everywhere at once. Then the captain’s voice slid into her mind, a distant, almost comforting sound.

My suite is on the black level, topmost floor, the penthouse suites.

Rena shivered as her nipples turned to hardened points, pressing against her shirt. She had rushed out of the house that morning, not willing to give herself the chance to change her mind and chicken out. In her hurry, she had forgotten to put on a bra.

She looked all around until she saw an elevator. She felt like a fish trying to swim upstream. A multitude of bodies was pushing against her, going the other way. Finally she made it to the elevator and waited.

Soon she would be in his suite and then the real panic would begin.

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