At Drogan’s Command (Hades Helmet Crew) (9 page)

His breath brushed against her clit, causing her to shiver. His tongue flicked the engorged bud gently and she cried out.

“Take as much of me as you can in your mouth. It’s just like a blowjob,” he assured her.

She felt his cock at her mouth. As she parted her lips and opened wide, he slowly fed her his shaft again, until he hit the back of her throat. He thrust in and out of her mouth until she got used to the feel of things. At this angle it was easier for her to deep throat him. As his hips pumped into her mouth slowly, he licked and flicked her clit with his tongue, taking the aching bud into his mouth, sucking it hard.

She explored the length of his cock, traced the veins that ran along the side of his shaft with her tongue, swirled and lapped up his cum, and savored the slide of his flesh between her lips. She wished her hands were free to take hold of his cock and roll his balls. She hollowed out her cheeks, increasing the pressure of her mouth.

Drogan growled, the vibration bringing her closer to the edge. He continued to suck her clit but removed the bullet. Suddenly the plug in her ass started to vibrate. Rena cried out around his cock when he shoved his fingers into her sopping center, her vaginal walls clamping down on the digits. He began to suck hard, nipping her clit while he finger-fucked her pussy, his hips thrusting in and out of her mouth faster and faster.

“Come now, sweetling,” he ordered gruffly. He bit her clit and she screamed as her orgasm burst over her. Her legs shook and her pussy twitched as he continued to fuck her through it all, tongue laving her clit as his hips pistoned. He thrust once, twice, three times before she felt his cock twitch in her mouth. He withdrew until only the head of him was in her mouth, and came, spurting into her wet cavern.

She swallowed every drop and lapped up every last trace of his seed from the tip of his cock. Drogan finally stopped flicking her clit with his tongue. The head of his cock disappeared from her lips and the vibrations of the anal plug stopped. She could hear him breathing hard, close by her.

“Captain?” she asked.

Chapter Ten

Drogan tried to catch his breath. His gaze roamed over her body. She was covered in sweat. The smell of sex permeated the air. Fucking her mouth had been wonderful, but he wasn’t done. He removed the toys and found a box of wet-wipes, which he used to carefully clean her body.

“Captain, sir?” A note of worry in her voice tugged at his heart.

“It’s all right, my sweetling. I’m giving you a chance to rest before I fuck you again.”

“Oh,” she said simply, betraying no emotion whatsoever.

He tried to push away worry and focus on caring for her. “Hungry, my beautiful?”

Her stomach growled, answering for her.

He smiled. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

Drogan walked over to the phone and placed an order for simple food that could be eaten by hand. After that, he loosened her bonds and slipped off the blindfold. He massaged her wrists and ankles as he watched her open her eyes and blink once, twice, three times, before looking around the room until her gaze settled on him.

He smiled. Unable to resist touching her, he covered her body with his and took her lips in a soft yet passionate kiss. A soft buzzer sounded throughout the room. He pulled back gently, brushed the hair away from her face, and started to crawl off the bed. As he slid off the mattress, he looked back at her.

“Cover up, darling. I don’t want anyone else to see that beautiful body but me.” Drogan didn't want to get into a fight with anyone for looking at
his
woman.

Rena smiled shyly at him and scrambled under the covers. He didn’t care if they saw
him
naked. He had used this room often enough that each member of the staff at one time or another had seen his body, but he was strangely possessive of Rena.

The waiters placed trays laden with assorted food onto the tables, bowed and left. Drogan picked up a tray of fresh fruits and cream from Hector Omega 7. Carrying it to the bed, he crawled across the silken expanse, careful not to drop anything. He proceeded to feed her lush, juicy fruit covered in cream between kisses. He covered her nipples in cream before lapping, sucking, and nibbling the lush foam from her sensitive tips. She moaned and writhed under his attention. He dribbled more cream down the center of her abdomen, covering her navel in froth. He lapped it up slowly before dribbling some over the lips of her sex. He licked his way up one side and down the other.

She giggled, a musical sound that tugged at his heart. She said, “Captain, you’re staining the silk.”

“Drogan, sweetling. Call me Drogan. I’m not dominating you at the moment.” He wanted to hear his name on her tongue, both in passion and when they weren't on the job.

“Drogan,” she tested slowly, causing his cock to twitch and stir into a hardened state. He loved the sound of his name on her lips. Putting the cream back on the platter, he replaced the tray on the table and returned to the bed, lying down next to her.

He couldn't wait any longer. “Looks like it’s time for another round, my darling. I want to watch you fuck me. Ride me, sweetling. Come on my cock.”

She climbed on top of him, threw her leg over his hips, and placed her hands on his chest. He watched her balance with one hand and wrap her other small hand around his cock. Her fingertips just barely touched. She stroked him slowly. They both watched as he grew in size. She looked up at him, a question in her eyes.

“Captain, shouldn’t we use protection?” A serious look was on her face.

“Rena, love. I’m clean and I know you are, as those were sex droids in that disc with you. Besides I've had my STD shots.” He managed to get the words out through gritted teeth. Pleasure threatened to overwhelm him as another orgasm built up again.

“But what about pregnancy?” she asked, that serious look still on her face.

His breath caught in his throat as he thought of her round with his child, furthering his arousal. If he said out loud what he thought, she wouldn’t believe him. For now, they would use protection.

“In the drawer of the nightstand, over there.” He pointed. Drogan didn't want to pause and give himself a shot to allow him to shoot blanks; the pain would only take away from his arousal. Old-fashioned condoms it had to be.

She crawled off of him and found the box. Rena extracted one silver packet and then scrambled back to him. She ripped open the silver aluminum envelope, rolled on the prophylactic, and then maneuvered herself over him. His cock in one hand, she lowered herself down until the tip of him was at her entrance. He could feel her heat and had to grit his teeth to keep himself from surging his hips upward. Slowly she sank down, acclimating to his girth. It seemed like forever before he was finally inside of her, balls-deep. They both moaned. She placed her hand on his chest, then she rose up and down. He reached up to grip her hips as she rode him.

Her inner muscles clenched around him with each downward stroke, causing him to moan at the tight feel of her walls clutching him like a fist. He placed a palm on her stomach, slipping his thumb between her slick folds to massage her clit. She moaned and picked up the pace, riding him faster and harder.

She brought up one hand to tug and roll a nipple. She threw back her head, her dark brown hair falling down her back like a waterfall. She was his erotic goddess and he knew he wouldn’t let her get away from him. Even if he had to kidnap her, she would be his.

“That’s it, sweetling. Ride me. Fuck me. Ride me harder. I want to watch you come.” Drogan fought the tidal wave of fire and the pressure that was building inside of him. Not until she'd met her own orgasm would he let go. Her pleasure was more important.

She did as he urged, her body bouncing up and down, faster and faster. He wanted to see her pushed over the edge. He pressed down on her clit and watched her break apart. Her vaginal walls quivered around his cock, and the muscles in her legs trembled as she cried out, “Drogan!”

“That's right. You're mine, all mine. Remember my name. I'm your man,” he growled out.

Hearing his name on her lips sent him over the edge. That was all that it took for him to lose control. Gripping her hips, he rolled them until she was under him. He began to fuck her harder. With each stroke, he branded her as his. Like a mad man he pounded her, trying to erase all others and burn their lovemaking into her mind. No one else would claim her. She wouldn't need another lover. Rena was his,
all his
.

“You’re mine, sweetling. I’m not letting you go, ever. I’m going to be the only man to fuck you, the only man to make you come over and over again until you can’t walk away. Mine…mine…mine.” He punctuated each “mine” with a thrust of his hips.

He came with a roar. Her name left his lips as he spurted deep inside of her. Panting, he bent his head down to claim her lips in a bruising kiss. Drogan rolled off of her and pulled her close, refusing to let go of her.

Rena was his no matter what, and she would always be his. Kissing the top of her head he closed his eyes as the pounding of his heart lulled him to sleep. He just wished he could have come inside of her with no barriers between them.

Chapter Eleven

Rena awoke with a start. She felt Drogan’s hot body pressed against hers. She tried to wiggle free but couldn’t. His fingers dug into her hip, letting her know he was awake and he wasn't going to let her leave. More humiliation. Her hurt and anger flared back to life. Not even what he'd said in passion could discount what he'd done to get her into his bed.

“Morning, sweetling.” She felt him kiss the back of her head, and panic rushed through her. It was morning, which meant he would be going, leaving her all alone on a spaceport she barely knew. Rena tried to wriggle away from him but to no avail.

“Captain, please let me go,” she whispered. Tears burned her eyes. Rena didn't want him to see her cry over him.

“Am I hurting you?” he asked, voice rough with sleep and arousal.

Yes
, she wanted to say but shook her head. She was unable to hold back the turmoil in her heart. How could she walk away from him now that he knew her body and she knew his? How could she walk away knowing that they shared this love of bondage, domination, and submission? She didn't know. She only knew she had to leave.

“Well then, I’m holding onto you.” He snuggled against her, pressing his hardened cock against the crack of her ass.

“Why?” The word came out around a sob. Tears slipped down her cheeks, unchecked.

“Because you’re mine now.” He kissed her again.

She stilled. “What does that mean?”

Rena couldn't fathom the meaning behind those words. She dared not hope that he intended to carry this affair on, back aboard the ship. She couldn’t just go back to her job after this.

“It means, my sweetling, that I am going to board the transport ship to the
Hades’ Helmet
and you’re coming with me. You're going to be my assistant once more, and you'll be my lover as well.” He pressed a kiss to her temple.

She dashed away the tears and said, “I can’t. I need to go. I need to find a job, look for a place to live. I can’t go with you. I can't work for you anymore.”

“You won’t need to find work, sweetling. You have a job waiting for you,” he said.

“Right. But I won’t be your assistant will I? I’ll just be your fuck buddy.”

“I told you, you
will
be my assistant, but now you'll also be my lover. Why are you being so stubborn about this?” he asked, confusion in his voice.

She tried to get out of his arms again. Rena couldn't take it. How could he be so obtuse? He'd put her on suspension and then blackmailed her into having sex with him. How could she work for him and sleep with him after that?

“Drogan, let me go.”

His arm slipped from around her waist and Rena scrambled to the other side of the bed. Turning toward him she pulled the blanket up to cover her nudity. Leaving would have been much better, but her shirt was torn and she wanted him to leave first so she could be alone with her anger, embarrassment, and pain.

“What is it, my beautiful? What did I say?” Genuine confusion marred his features.

She sighed and decided to try and explain it to him. “How can I work for someone who blackmailed me into sleeping with him? How can I trust you not to hold that disc over my head to get back into my bed? How can I respect you for suspending me when you've let others off with mere warnings for things far worse than what I did? I can’t do that. I wouldn’t be able to respect myself or you. I need a job, one where my position is secure and I will be treated with respect and dignity. I may have given my body to you, but you used me. You used my disc against me, my private fantasies. How can I trust you again?”

There. She had said it. Her gaze dropped from his. She had said her piece. Whether she had gotten through to him or not, she didn’t know. He groaned. At the sound, she looked back at him and he sat up, cock ready for another round. Rena moved her attention to his face and watched him run a hand through his messy braids.

“Give me a chance, sweetling. You can trust me, I swear.” He gave her an earnest look. His gaze was filled with sadness and a pleading that tugged at her heart.

“How?” she asked, not wanting to give into his puppy dog looks.

“You trusted me with your body. Please let me protect your heart. I can't be without you, sweetling. I need you.” Emotion filled his face. Every wrinkle, line, edge, and hollow of his features was filled with love and adoration.

It bowled her over to see such raw emotion on his normally closed-off face.

“I…I…” She didn't know how to respond to him without opening up her own bruised heart and soul, and telling him what she'd kept hidden all those years—that she loved him.

“Damn it, woman. What do you want from me? I'll give you anything you want to make you trust me again, to keep you with me.” Drogan leaned forward and grabbed her hands away from her chest. The sheet fell, exposing her breasts to the cool air of the room. Much to his credit, his gaze didn't leave her face.