Authors: Angela Knight
Mercenaries (20 page)
“Don't come,” he growled again, and twisted the clamps. From behind her gag, she begged him to take her.
“You heard me, Zaria,” he rumbled again, giving her clit another lick and the clips another twist. “By God, you'd better not let yourself climax until I say you can.” Then he closed his mouth around her hard, aching clit and suckled.
The orgasm rolled up in clenching pulses that built and built and built until she screamed into the gag, unable to hold back her cries of maddened pleasure.
THE aftershocks were still rippling through her twitching muscles when she lay dazed and limp in the aftermath.
Sebastian reared over her. Before she knew what he was doing, he snatched her off the bed and dragged her head down over his lap, sending the clamps flying. “I told you not to come!” he growled.
The first impact of his big palm on her naked ass sent her jolting in shock. Her yowl this time was more astonished outrage than pain.
Another slap landed, loud and stinging.
That was when she realized where she wasâdraped over Sebastian's powerful thighs, bound and naked, getting a hard spanking.
Just like in all her darkest fantasies.
The next slap was even harder, jarring her nether lips against her swollen clit. The last of her instinctive anger died without a whimper, drowned in lust.
He went to work on her ass in earnest, and she found herself bucking and kicking. With every bounce, her nipples rasped over his hairy thighs as her clit ached and throbbed.
She'd thought she couldn't get hotter. She'd been wrong.
WATCHING Zaria's pretty cheeks turn a blushing pink under his hand, Sebastian grinned in pure male pleasure. Carefully he changed the aim of his next smack, angling it to reverberate right into her clit.
“Let's get one thing straight,” he growled, still paddling her ass, “from now on, you're my Thralline, and I'm the Dom. Got that?”
She groaned something that sounded suspiciously like agreement, her voice throaty and erotic even muffled by the gag.
He gave her another swat. God, he loved the way she squirmed, unconsciously humping his thigh, obviously burning to be taken. As he burned to take her.
But he intended to get both of them even hotter before it was all over, so he picked up the jar of lubricant he'd dropped on the bed and unscrewed the lid.
She stirred uneasily at the sound and lifted her head as he dipped two fingers into the cool, oily cream. Then he spread her pretty little cheeks, and she jolted with a protesting squeak that made his dick twitch in sadistic anticipation.
She started squirming in earnest as he slid one well-oiled forefinger into her deliciously snug backside. Between her shocked “Mmmmph!” and the sensation of her tiny anus clamping around his exploring digit, his balls tightened in lust.
“Oh, come on, Zaria,” he purred. “I know you've seen Doms use tight little Thralline ass. Especially after a good, hard spanking . . .”
Her next helpless “Mmph!” held a distinct note of surrender.
He allowed himself the wicked pleasure of spinning out his exploration of her anus. She was going to be a delicious fuck when the time came.
Then, reluctantly, he withdrew his finger. “Luckily for you, though, I think you need to be stretched a little first.” He grinned evilly. “I'd hate to rip anything with my big, hard cock.”
She whimpered. He felt the cock in question get even bigger as he reached for the little buttplug.
Sebastian took his time working it into her snug ass. A series of rings flared out from its bulbous nose, each bigger than the last, specifically designed to torment the victim's anus.
When he'd sunk it in all the way to the first ring, he breathed, “Now, brace yourself sweetheart. This is going to hurt.”
Twisting his wrist, he screwed the ring past Zaria's tight muscles. Her moan sounded more like pleasure than pain as it popped inside.
“You do realize, of course,” he said, “that I'm a lot bigger than this little plug?”
Then he forced the next ring in.
ZARIA whimpered and squeezed her eyes shut at the fiery heat of the plug entering her, centimeter by wicked centimeter.
She'd watched guardsmen sodomize Thrallines before, of course. She'd found the sight darkly erotic, but it had never crossed her mind that anyone would actually do such a thing to her.
She was astonished at how hot it was, being forced to submit to a man this way.
It made her feel how utterly she was at Sebastian's mercy. Even the spanking hadn't made her feel so dominated. If he wanted to give her a brutal assfucking, there was absolutely nothing she could do about it, bound and gagged like this.
She was his.
Zaria moaned, helplessâand desperately, blindly aroused.
She could feel the cream rising between her pussy lips even as Sebastian forced the buttplug all the way home. “There,” he told her. “We'll let that stretch you a while. In the meantime, I think I'll stuff that wet little pussy.”
He stood, lifting her effortlessly in his arms before tossing her lightly back on the bed. She whimpered as the impact drove the buttplug even deeper into her ass.
Then he leaned over and jerked off her gag. “Got anything to say?” he barked.
She looked up at him, dazed and hot with need. “Fuck me!”
It wasn't a plea. It was a demand.
He grinned, grabbed her under her backside with one hand, and jerked her hips off the mattress. She cried out helplessly as the buttplug moved inside her. With the other hand, he seated his cock between her thighs, found her opening, and drove home.
Zaria convulsed at the sensation of his big cock filling her so completely, raking past the plug in her other channel. “Ten Gods, Sebastian,” she gasped in shock, and wrapped her legs around his waist.
“Like having both holes stuffed, Zaria?” Grinning in triumph, he pulled her close and began to fuck her in long, slamming lunges.
The sensation of that big cock cramming its way into her was even hotter and more overwhelming than it had been when she'd taken him. For one thing, she'd always ridden her partners in the female superior position, but now he was thoroughly in control.
And he seemed determined to prove it, looming over her and bracing his weight on muscled forearms as he pumped relentlessly deep. Each stroke jolted the plug, which scraped her rectal tissues deliciously.
He lowered his head, and she felt his beard brush her ear. “Yeah, that's it, take every last centimeter. God, you're tight.”
And he was hard. She moaned helplessly as he pumped, driving her closer and closer to another shattering climax with every stroke.
Some prim part of her objected. It was wrong to submit to him. She was a Domina. She was shaming herself and her mother and her House.
And she didn't give a damn.
Opening her eyes, Zaria looked up at him, wanting to see his expression as he came inside her. Yet the look in his eyes wasn't, somehow, quite what she'd expected. The dark pleasure was there, yes, and the hot satisfaction of claiming her. She'd even anticipated his raw male possessiveness.
But what she hadn't expected was the tenderness mixed in with all that savage heat.
Then he threw back his head with a shout. “God, Zaria!”
He slammed to the balls, coming. Filled to bursting with the two shafts he'd driven into her, Zaria screamed in pure, helpless delight and followed him over.
Chapter Nine
Z
ARIA lay limp and dazed in Sebastian's arms, her body still quivering. His head rested in the curve of her neck as he panted with exertion, and she was surrounded by the sweet-smelling, golden curtain of his hair.
ARIA lay limp and dazed in Sebastian's arms, her body still quivering. His head rested in the curve of her neck as he panted with exertion, and she was surrounded by the sweet-smelling, golden curtain of his hair.
She blinked, finally becoming aware that her arms were aching, bound as they were beneath her. Her abused ass stung even harder.
Sebastian sighed and drew her close, then began pressing soft kisses to the underside of her jaw and up over the line of her chin. Hardly the gesture of a ruthless dominant in pursuit of some inexplicable revenge.
The fog of arousal began to clear, added by the ache in her wrists and backside. She moaned in pleasure as his gentle lips found her mouth and drew her into a sweet, slow kiss.
It seemed he'd been playing some kind of game with her after all.
A wonderful, wonderful game,
Zaria thought, kissing him back, loving the sweetness in the aftermath of all that delicious violence.
A wonderful, wonderful game,
Zaria thought, kissing him back, loving the sweetness in the aftermath of all that delicious violence.
Then she sighed. It had also, of course, been completely unacceptable. Not only had he taken her, he'd spanked her and plugged her ass. Not the kind of thing she could permit. “We can never do that again,” she said softly.
He went still. “What?”
“I can't . . . you can't . . .” Zaria stopped, suddenly unsure how to put it. “Dominating me like thatâit was wrong.”
He lifted his head, and his green eyes met hers. She could actually see the afterglow in them cooling into something chilling and assessing. “Are you saying you didn't like it?”
“I think you know better than that.” She shifted uncomfortably. “Untie my wrists. They're beginning to ache. And remove this plug!”
“Not yet. Why don't you want me to dom you again when we both enjoyed it?”
Zaria huffed out a breath, suddenly impatient with him. “You're a Thrall, Sebastian. I'm a Domina. It's not natural.”
“And yet, if you were the Thralline and I was the Domince, it would be perfectly acceptable.”
She frowned at him. “You're being deliberately obtuse.”
“No, you are. What we just did was a particularly delicious and arousing game. There wasn't a damn thing unnatural about it, any more than it's unnatural for two children to play starships and pirates.”
Zaria lifted a brow. “Neither of us is a child, Sebastian.”
“I'm not, but I'm beginning to wonder about you.” He pushed off her and rose, towering over her beside the bed. “You do a damn good imitation.”
Temper began to spark and snap in her. “You forget yourself, Thrall!”
“No. You do. So it's perverted and wrong for you to enjoy submitting to me? What, then, would you call kidnapping a man and sexually tormenting him to force him into submission?”
For a moment she stared at him in shock, unable to believe he'd dare talk about her mother's treatment of Arnoux Ferrau. “Do you realize I could have you flogged for that?”
A faint, cold smile touched his mouth as he scanned her bound nudity. “Not at the moment.”
She rolled off the bed, tugging furiously at her bonds. “Who in the Ten Hells do you think you are?”
He straightened to his considerable height. “Commander Sebastian Cole, executive officer of the interstellar mercenary warship
Starrunner
. And I'm here to rescue Arnoux Ferrau.”
Starrunner
. And I'm here to rescue Arnoux Ferrau.”
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