Captive's Desire (12 page)

“You’ll wear it a while longer,” he said.

“What’s a while? And am I just supposed to lie here with this thing inside me?” she asked.

“I’ll take it out when I’m ready to replace it with something bigger,” he winked, grinning.

She narrowed her eyes at him.

“But as for the second part of your question, no, you won’t lie there. I’d like to take you to see our airships.”

She turned a surprised face to him. “Really?”

“Really. If you want to see them, I mean.” He zipped up his jeans and searched for a t-shirt.

“Are you kidding? Yes. Of course. How many are there? I’d glimpsed the one.”

“When was that?”

“Oh,” she smiled. “When I worked in the kitchen with Jenna that first day. Is that a problem? Now, I mean, is it a problem?”

“I don’t see why it would be at this point. Just don’t mention it to Marc or Shane.”

“They still don’t trust me, of course.”

“They were a part of my squadron when we fled Magnus One and they both lost friends over the years. Can’t blame them, Livvie, but they’ll come around. I promise.”

“Did they know Simon too?”

Hayden didn’t quite meet her eyes when he nodded a yes.

“Let me guess, they didn’t trust him either.”

He came to sit on the edge of the bed and helped her to sit up, holding her hands in his before answering. “It doesn’t matter. I did.”

Tears once again threatened. “Thank you.”

She noticed that his eyes also went a little softer, a little sadder, when talk turned to Simon. “Come on, get dressed. We’ll go when you’re ready.”

She nodded and cautiously stood. “Is this thing going to fall out?”

He smiled. “No, it’s secure. It will only come out when I take it out, which I’ll do when we’re back.”

Her clit came alive at his words and something fluttered inside her belly. He was going to fuck her again, fuck her ass this time.

“I’ll wait downstairs,” Hayden said, planting a kiss on her forehead and leaving her alone to dress.

* * *

Hayden hadn’t talked to Marc since he’d told her who Livvie was. And he hadn’t shared his plans with Shane either. He knew he could trust her and that was the most important piece of this. After processing what she’d learned, she’d accepted it fully and quickly. A part of that spoke to her believing that the resistance fighters were perhaps right in their quest for freedom.

When he heard her on the ladder, he turned to watch her gingerly descend to the first floor. Although the plug he’d inserted had been the smallest of the set, it was still sizeable and had some weight. He’d found this box, sealed, along with some other items, in the back of a shop on the main street in town. He imagined it had been some sort of sex shop and although most items were unrecognizable at this point in time, some were made of a material that had survived the years.

“So, I’m curious. Why exactly are you taking me to see the ships? And how many do you have?”

Hayden escorted out the front door with a hand at her low back. “Seven complete ships at this camp are ready to fly. One we’re still working on,” he began as they walked toward the hangar.

“And the rest of my question?”

He’d wondered how long it would take her to ask that one. He stopped and turned to her. “I want you to fly with us, Olivia. I want you with me when we attack Magnus One.”

* * *

She stared at him for an eternity; the only thing that came to mind was the one thing that mattered: Katie.

“I will teach you what you don’t know about our ships. I know they’ve come a long way since the twenty years I’ve been gone, but I think you can do it, Livvie. I’ve known it all along.”

“What do Marc and Shane think of your plan?”

“They don’t know yet.”

“Well, that should go over well.”

“Let me worry about them. I’m still Commander, remember.”

“Yes, Sir,” she said, saluting. But her next question weighted the otherwise light moment. “Was Simon going to fly against Magnus One with you?”

“We weren’t even close to ready then. Simon helped to give us information we couldn’t have come this far without, some coding for the aircrafts, as well as information about the city itself, its weak points, its strengths. I’d like to talk to you about those things as well, see what you know. You might have information that can help us.”

“Simon was higher ranked than I was. I hadn’t even graduated yet, remember.”

“You might know more than you realize.”

“I’ll answer your questions and help however I can. But Hayden, I have a question for you.”

“What’s that?” he asked as they turned the corner. The door of the hangar stood open and sunshine glinted off the metal of one of the aircrafts.

“What about Katie? What’s going to happen to her? I mean…especially if—when—there’s an attack?”

Hayden didn’t meet her eyes.

“What’s she doing here?” came Marc’s hard voice.

Hayden and Livvie both turned to face him as he walked out of the hangar. Shane walked out behind him, wiping his hands on a towel, his clothing smeared with grease.

“She’s here to help,” Hayden said. “She’ll take Shane’s place. Olivia will be flying the last aircraft. Shane will remain with the camp. They’ll need a strong leader.”

“Over my dead body,” Marc said, stalking aggressively toward them.

“I think our tour’s going to have to wait,” Hayden said to her. “I want you to go home and wait for me, Livvie. Go straight home.”

Shane walked faster as Marc got closer to the couple.

“Go home, Olivia. Now,” Hayden snapped, his eyes on Marc the entire time.

“Hayden…”

“Now. I mean it.”

Livvie took several steps back, but didn’t retreat to the house. Instead, she remained watching as Hayden straightened to his full, imposing height and waited for Marc’s approach. Marc pushed his sleeves up as he came, his face set, the line of his mouth tight. When his glance fell once on Livvie, the look in his eyes made her take another step back.

“Your fight’s with me, Marc,” Hayden said, stepping into Livvie’s line of vision.

What happened next had Livvie screaming. Marc rushed at Hayden, fists ready to strike while Shane called out to him to stop as he broke into a run to break up the fight. Although Marc threw the first punch, Hayden struck back, the force of his hit knocking Marc off balance. But not for long enough, because he came back, fury radiating from him as he pummeled Hayden.

Hayden defended himself, but beside that one strike, he didn’t hit again. When Shane reached them, the two managed, in time, to overpower Marc, but not before he managed another hit into Shane’s jaw.

Two more men rounded the corner and rushed to help. Livvie watched as three of them dragged Marc from the scene while another one attended to Hayden’s bloodied face.

“I’m all right, leave it,” she heard him say as she approached.

“You’re hurt!” Livvie called out, running the last few steps to him.

Hayden dismissed the other man, who was some sort of medic, Livvie imagined, and turned his glance to her.

“I expect my orders to be obeyed, am I clear, Olivia?”

She was taken aback, not expecting that.

“I…”

“You disobeyed a direct order. You could have been hurt.”

“I’m sorry,” she said. “I just…”

Hayden took her by the arm and dragged her into the hangar, which was now deserted. They walked past three of the aircraft and into the office in the back where he closed and locked the door behind them.

“I should punish you,” he said.

She stared.

“But I don’t want to do it when I’m angry.”

“I’m sorry; I didn’t want to leave you alone. I didn’t want you to get hurt because of me, Hayden. If you want to spank me for that, then go ahead.”

Her heart was already beating a mile a minute. She didn’t want to be spanked, not because she was in trouble. His specific form of discipline hurt.

“Come here,” he said, gathering her in his arms and holding her to him. “Next time I will spank you.”

“Ok,” she said.

“Besides,” he held her at arm’s length, “there’s something else I’d like to do to you now.”

His eyes had gone darker, like they did when he was aroused and she knew exactly what he meant.

“Take your pants and panties down and bend over the desk.”

She reached for the button of her jeans and pulled them and her panties to mid-thigh. Hayden rummaged through the drawers as she leaned over the desk, resting on her elbows, and watched. When he found what he was looking for, which was a tube of hand lotion from the look of it, he came to stand behind her. He set the tube down on the desk next to her and gripped her jeans.

“Around your ankles,” he said, roughly pulling everything down.

Her pussy was wet with anticipation and his rough treatment of her just seemed to make it more so.

He stood behind her and pushed her legs as far as they would go. She heard his zipper, but didn’t turn back. His hands then closed over her buttocks, kneading them, spreading them open. “Let’s take this out,” he said.

She immediately felt his hands on the base of the plug and instinctually tensed.

“If you push while I pull, it will go easier,” he instructed. “Push, Livvie.”

She did and the plug slid out more easily than she imagined it would. She tensed again when he picked up the tube of lotion.

“Pretty,” he said. “So pretty.” One large hand rested on her buttock, keeping her spread.

She turned to look over her shoulder then to find him coating his cock with the stuff—his very big, very thick cock.

“Hayden…” she began, not sure she’d be able to take him, all of him, inside her.

“Shh,” he said, closing his other hand over her other cheek. “You’re ready for me, Livvie. You’re ready for me to fuck your ass.”

She fisted her hands when she felt the bulging head of his cock enter her. “Hayden,” she started again. “I can’t.”

“You can and you will,” he said, pressing in farther, probing where the plug had prepared her passage. “Push against me, Livvie.” One of his hands went underneath her to rub her clit while he held her open with the other, making small movements, but penetrating deeper with each one. “You’re tight,” he said. “Warm and snug around my cock.”

She found herself thrusting her hips back as he massaged her swollen clit, liking the feel of her ass being filled by his cock, the sensation just straddling the line between pleasure and pain. “It burns,” she said softly and he slowed, giving her body time to adjust to his cock.

“I’m about half-way, Livvie. Give it to me. Open for me.”

He pulled out and pushed back in several times, his movements slow and gentle, but unyielding at the same time. He would take her, take every inch he needed, and she knew once he was fully seated, he’d fuck her hard. There was pain, but lust rivaled that pain, making her want him to go deeper, to take her, to fuck her, and to own her.

“That’s it, good girl, keep pushing, I’m almost there,” he coaxed, his voice low and deep and hungry.

She laid the side of her face flat on the table and lifted her hips higher to accommodate him, relaxing her muscles to make space for his thickening cock while he rubbed and pulled at her clit, bringing her to the edge of orgasm.

“I’m going to come,” she said, closing her eyes.

“Not yet. Hold on.”

“I can’t.” With that, her first orgasm shook her and as her muscles clamped down around his cock, he slapped her ass hard once, twice, three times.

“I told you not to come,” he said.

She could only moan, thrusting her hips back into him as she came back down, feeling soft, open, sexy.

“More,” she said. “Fuck me. Fuck me now.”

“You are a little slut,” he said, and she could feel his belly against her buttocks. “I’m in, Livvie. My cock is deep inside your ass.”

“Mmm…fuck me, please. Hard, Hayden. I want you to fuck my ass hard.”

“Hold on, girl,” he said, gripping both her hips and drawing slowly out. Without warning, he thrust in hard, making her call out and grip either end of the desk.

“Oh….Yes.” Pain and pleasure—it was almost too much to process.

“Are you coming again, Livvie?” he asked, slapping her ass as he fucked her, driving in hard and deep while she convulsed from a wicked orgasm. “You like having me fuck your ass?”

“Yes,” she moaned, pressing her forehead into the desk.

His thrusts became shorter, quicker, more violent, and she felt him shudder behind her as his cock throbbed and released, filling her as he pushed one final time and rested there, a low, guttural sound coming from his chest.

When they were finished, he pulled her to straighten with his cock still lodged inside her. She leaned into him and his fingers once again found her clit.

“No. No more, I can’t take any more.”

He exhaled a smile in her ear as she again clamped down around his cock, his fingers pushing her over the edge one last time.

Chapter Ten

It was after dinner one evening when Jenna and Livvie sat on the couch sewing makeshift stuffed animals. Jenna had gathered the materials to make one for her baby and Livvie had wanted to make one for Sarah. Hayden and Shane were at the hangar—late again. They planned to attack Magnus One within a few weeks and still had a lot to do to meet that target.

“I have to find a way to get my sister out of there,” Livvie said.

“Have you talked to Hayden? He can help, Livvie. He’s the only one who can.”

“I’ve tried, but he’s been so busy and, to be honest, I think he’s avoiding the topic because he can’t help and doesn’t want to tell me no.”

Jenna reached out to touch her hand. “I’m sorry, hon.”

“I’m not going to just let her die,” Livvie said, her eyes filling with tears as she looked at Jenna’s kind face. She was nearing the end of her pregnancy and her belly had swollen to unbelievable proportions, considering that Jenna was about Livvie’s size prior to the baby. Her face had changed a little and she seemed to constantly be out of breath. She no longer worked the kitchen and would likely not return until the baby was old enough to go to school. Livvie liked Jenna very much. She imagined that outside of Magnus One, her relationship with her sister would be similar to her relationship with Jenna. That thought caused her stomach to tighten even more.