Under His Command (5 page)

He lifted his head and stared at her intently. His eyes had taken on

a smoky warm color unlike his glacial reputation. “Why not?”

Well, she’d opened her mouth, so she might as well tell the truth.

“I’ve only done it twice. It wasn’t particularly a pleasant experience

either time. I told you earlier that I—”

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“Were you forced? I want his name. Did he hurt you?” In an

instant the ruthless commander was back.

Now she
was
embarrassed. This wasn’t supposed to be about her

lackluster love life. This was about sex, pure and simple. “No, not

really, and his name doesn’t matter. I just didn’t think it was all that

spectacular. I see you read the old earth author Shakespeare. Let’s just

say I could quote him.
Much Ado About Nothing
.”

He touched his finger to her lower lip. Just a brush, but it made

her stomach clench in an odd way. “Damn, if I don’t like anything

better than a challenge, Lieutenant. I warn you, if you want to test me

like this, you might find walking difficult for the next thirty days.”

From the sheer size of his stiff cock, she was worried about that

anyway. He penetrated her a little, and she took in a deep breath at the

incredible stretching sensation. “Whatever you wish, sir.”

“You’re wet. Your body likes this. And it only gets better.” He

nudged again, just a little deeper.

“If you say so.” She had no idea if he was right or not. All she

knew was her hips tilted up of their own accord to ease his entry.

Muscular thighs pushed her legs so wide she felt vulnerable like never

before in her life.

This morning she’d been ready to sacrifice her life. She had a

fateful feeling she was taking even a bigger risk at this moment.

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Chapter 3

If you say so.

Kel couldn’t help but be amused at both the comment and the

slight edge of insolence in her breathless tone.

Peyton wasn’t acquiescent by nature—he knew that by the way

she’d disobeyed him and stolen the transport. Not to mention the stiff

set of her slender shoulders and defiance in her eyes when she’d faced

him earlier. And now, even as he started to take her, Kel could sense

what wasn’t actually resistance but maybe insubordination.

In other words, she didn’t really disagree, she just wanted to

argue.

Too bad. He was a bit too far gone for changing his mind and he’d

given her more opportunity than necessary to change hers.

Fuck
. She was exquisitely tight. Just as he’d imagined the first

time she’d stepped on board the ship and he’d taken in a deep breath.

Those long slender legs were open in welcome, but her body was

tense beneath him and he had to do something to make her relax. He

was well-endowed and she was half-bred. The discrepancy could

cause pain or give sublime pleasure. The difference was the attitude

of the participants.

“Let me in,” he whispered, touching his mouth to hers, his hand

sliding between their almost joined bodies. “My size will make you

feel good if you relax, Peyton. Your body can do this, I promise.”

“I hope you’re right,” she said in a voice that sounded strangled

but her hot little pussy loosened a fraction and he slid in another

crucial inch. Perfect. Kel stifled a groan of satisfaction. God, she was

warm and wet and ready.

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His hand worked against her breast, lightly squeezing and

fondling. She had the kind of perfect tits he liked, not really large but

very feminine with pert rose crests. Now, with her lustrous brunette

hair spilled over his bed and her gold-green eyes glazed in passion—

perhaps resistant passion, but he knew the signs—Lieutenant Valmont

resembled any man’s wet dream, all long supple limbs and silken

skin.

His for the taking. He pushed in a little more, noting it was getting

easier. The lady was hot and slick.

“I need to be all the way in.” He nibbled on her lower lip, sinking

deeper. “You’ll find it worth it.”

“So arrogant, Commander.” She arched and shifted, panting.

Her feisty attitude should irritate him. He certainly had been

furious over her daring earlier. But he found he liked her spirit and

independence.

Almost as much as he liked her warm, enticing body. “Let’s call it

a calculated conclusion based on experience.” He kissed her neck,

working at it, his cock going deeper.

And deeper.

All the way. To his balls. The hug of her inner muscles rippled a

telling shudder of pleasure through him. He withdrew, rocked a little

forward and sank back in, exerting pressure on her clit.

Peyton dug her nails into his shoulders and gasped.

“Good?” he asked tersely, not used to a female with such little

experience. She’d been disappointed before.

Not this time. It was a silent vow.

“I…yes,” she admitted. “Oh.”

“Thank the stars,” he muttered, setting himself against her as he

really started to move. In and out, one long slow stroke after another,

the erotic rhythm as old as the universe. His cock pulsed, his blood

raced, and the exquisite tightness of her vaginal passage made him

wonder if he would hold on or embarrass himself.

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At least she’d started to pant. He felt the breathless exhales

against his neck with acute sensitivity to the growing enthusiasm of

the female beneath him. She moaned, and since he could give an

educated guess she didn’t
want
to moan, he felt a flicker of triumph.

Her hands slid over his shoulders and she arched into his next thrust.

Good girl. That’s it
.
Let’s do this together
.

“Oh…ooh.” Peyton’s eyes closed as if she was concentrating on

something, hopefully the erotic rhythm of their joined bodies. With

his forefinger he massaged her clit with each inward glide of his cock.

His traitorous body finally decided he was going to embarrass

himself, and he didn’t care.

To his relief, at that crucial moment, she went wild beneath him. It

happened suddenly, the contraction of her inner muscles telling him it

was genuine, and he knew he’d wear the marks from her nails on his

shoulders. She cried out and trembled violently. The reaction sparked

a barbaric reflex in him he didn’t even know existed. Kel surged

inward, his muscles knotting, and closed his eyes as he stiffened and

exploded, pouring into her with such force it felt as if he’d stopped

breathing.

His immediate thought—when he could think again—was he

should have taken more care. Shit, he was usually controlled and

easy, especially with human females. He lifted a hand to smooth back

her tumbled hair and found it shook. It had been
that
damn good. “I

didn’t hurt you?”

“I have no idea,” she answered with surprising audacity, her eyes

still closed. Lush lashes rested on her perfect cheekbones. “Am I still

alive?”

He chuckled. It didn’t happen often that his mirth was

spontaneous. His life and occupation didn’t call for a lot of laughter.

“I take it that is a no, then.”

Those long lashes lifted and she stared into his eyes. “It wasn’t

like that before.”

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A curious statement but he’d already learned her past experiences

hadn’t been very satisfying. “Does that mean an adjustment in your

assessment of sexual intercourse has occurred?”

“What do you think, Commander?”

“I hope so,” he conceded with an inner smile.

“Hmm.” The murmured sound could mean anything.

“I’ll be hard again soon.” He had no obligation to warn her, to

explain anything, but he
liked
her. She was beautiful, yes, but also

interesting. How did a female submit and yet not come across as

submissive? He wasn’t sure, but she’d managed it.

“So fast?” She looked up at him. “I thought it took a while for

most males.”

“We’ve been out for some time.” To prove his point he lifted his

hips, his still semi-rigid penis, encased in her tight sheath, already

swelling as if he hadn’t just climaxed. “I could probably go all night.”

“Is that so?”

Was she teasing him? It was a startling notion, especially since

she gazed up at him with a provocative light in her beautiful goldgreen eyes.

“Lieutenant, can I give you some advice?” He lowered his head

and nibbled on her lower lip. “Don’t challenge me any more than you

already have today.”

“Yes, sir.” Her lashes lowered just a fraction as if she meant it, but

she ran her fingers down his back, her nails trailing along his skin to

the curve of his buttocks.

Kel choked back a laugh. “It might just be me, but your sincerity

seems suspect.”

“Your sincerity, on the other hand,”—she wiggled her hips—“is

unmistakable. Somehow I knew it would be this way.”

The ingenuous remark took his off-guard. “What does that

mean?”

In answer she tugged him down and kissed him.

Hard. With lips and tongue and persuasive enthusiasm.

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He may not have wanted to punish her for that rogue flight down

to the surface of Epsilon, but at the moment, his arousal surging

again, Kel was glad it had all happened. He also had the impression

that though he might be the commander, he wasn’t the one in control.

Impossible. He was always the leader, the decision-maker, the

dominant one.

She moaned into his mouth. Just a small sound, but it made him

rigid instantly. He rocked into her willing body, his prick at full

attention, her small sound of enjoyment penetrating his brain.

Kel began to move again, thrusting into the wet, welcoming heat

of her vaginal passage, savoring the breathless sound of her pants as

she lifted her hips to take what he offered.

Somehow I knew it would be this way…

Even as he took her, he registered the sentiment, the analytical

recognition of her meaning striking deep.

She’d thought about them like this. Him, inside her.

The fantasy hadn’t been his alone.

* * * *

It felt so good, so incredible, there was no way to conceal her

open enjoyment. Peyton arched shamelessly, her clit tingling with

each powerful thrust of his cock into her pussy, a deep yearning for

that singular exquisite pleasure to wash over her again, taking the

breath from her lungs.

She gasped.

She clung.

She came.

Three times. It seemed like as each shuddering peak of ecstasy

waned, another one crashed over her until she wanted to beg Gallico

to stop, but at the same time implore him to continue.

This was what it was supposed to be like, she thought, pressed

against him, her arms around his strong neck as she quivered in

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response to the motion of his lower body. When he went rigid, his tall

form tense and his head dropping so his face was buried in her

outspread hair, the pulse of his orgasmic release filled her with such

force she shuddered with him in perfect sync.

The whole thing was…enlightening. Empowering.

Who would think being reprimanded would turn out to be a

rapturous experience?

He adjusted his position, sliding free of her body and rolling to the

side. The broad expanse of his chest lifted and fell rapidly and his

eyes were half-closed, his expression enigmatic. There was a slight

sheen of sweat on his forehead. Peyton felt deliciously limp, wellused, but then again, well-pleasured also. Her thighs were streaked

with semen and her breasts still tingled.

“You’re probably exhausted.” Gallico murmured the words.

Deftly he turned her so her back was to his front, her ass nestled

against his groin. “We’ll save “all night” for some other time. I’m

tired myself. Let’s get some sleep, Lieutenant.”

The warmth of the embrace was almost shocking, maybe even

more intimate than the actual act they had just completed. One strong

arm circled her waist and his breath stirred her hair. While she’d

known she would have to service him sexually, she really hadn’t

pictured sleeping nude in his arms. She blurted out, “And here we all

thought you never slept, Commander.”

“Is that so?” His tone was dry.

“You must know you project a somewhat…” she searched for the

right word, “formidable presence.”

“You seemed to have no trouble disobeying me.”

“There you’re wrong, sir.”

“I’m wrong? Oh really? I think you just disagreed with me,

proving me right.”

She had. Peyton felt her cheeks flush but at least he couldn’t see it

with their bodies spooned together. “I meant taking the transport

without permission wasn’t something I did lightly.”

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“I’m aware of your reasons, Peyton. But you should also be aware

that the ultimate decisions about what happens on this ship and with

this crew are mine. I was given the responsibility, and in the end, I am

the one to face the consequences if something goes wrong. Had you