Deep Penetration; Alien Breeders I (14 page)

Releasing his grip on her hair
abruptly, he levered himself upward, supported by one elbow and
reached down to grasp one of her legs, pushing it aside and
studying the play of his fingers as he parted the tender petals of
her sex and lightly stroked her clit. He shifted again after a few
moments. Pushing himself toward the foot of the bed, he caught hold
of her legs, bent her knees, and pushed them upward. She tried to
sit up when he moved between her legs.

He sent her a narrow eyed look. She
stared at him for a long moment and fell back, closing her eyes
again tightly as she felt him arranging her legs, touching her sex
lightly. She opened her eyes again when she felt him grip her
wrists and move her arms down to her belly. “Spread your lips for
me and hold them,” he murmured, his voice sounding so raw it sent a
shiver through her.

She hesitated, but the will to resist
had melted away with her fear and the rise of the fever he’d built.
She pulled the lips of her sex apart, watching him as he lowered
his head, trying to brace herself for his touch. It didn’t help.
The moment she felt the heat of his mouth close around her clit a
hard jolt went through her. She gasped, fighting the urge to lift
her hips with each tug of his mouth.

The heat grew until she felt as if she
was burning up. She tried to use her mind to cool herself, tried to
ignore the sensations pelting her, but it was useless. She felt her
body climbing toward release. It reached a point where she felt
herself quivering on the verge of climax and stayed
there.

It began to feel almost more like
torture than pleasure. She struggled to reach her release until she
thought she couldn’t stand anymore and grabbed frantically at his
hair, trying to pull him away. He caught her wrists, squeezed them
until she released his hair and then looped his arms around her
legs and pinned her with her legs splayed so wide she felt the burn
of the muscles along her inner thighs.

She gasped, strained against his hold
as he continued to alternately tease her clit with his tongue and
suck it. She fought to reach her climax for a while and fought to
escape it for a while and didn’t win either battle. She couldn’t
find release and she couldn’t close her mind to the pleasure that
had become sheer torment.

She panted for breath until her mouth
and throat were as dry as dust and she began to feel like she might
pass out. She began to pray for it after a time, but she discovered
to her dismay that even when she did finally faint it was no more
than a brief respite.

She bit her lip when she discovered
that she was whimpering, trying to contain the shameful sound, but
with indifferent success. She was so fevered she barely heard the
odd little chirping noise that penetrated her torture chamber until
Tariq abruptly ceased tormenting her and lifted his head as if to
listen. The second time the sound intruded, he pushed himself up
and climbed from the bed.

Emerald closed her legs the moment he
released her, curling into a tight ball, shivering as the heat
began to cool with the blessed cessation of stimulus.

Tariq snatched up his
communicator and dropped to the edge of the bed shakily.
“What is it
?” he growled
irritably.

“
We’ve just gotten a
report back from one of the search teams. They found a group of
survivors.”

Tariq’s heart was already pounding
with his own runaway desire. At that, it clenched in his chest
almost painfully. He struggled to wrap his mind around the message
for several moments when it was still focused firmly on
Emerald.

“
Sir?”

Tariq dragged in a deep
breath and let it out slowly, thinking.
“Get the coordinates for me if you haven’t already and prep a
skimmer for me.”
He stood up.
“And tell them I’m on my way.”

Breaking the link, he turned to look
at Emerald, far cooler headed than he had been a few moments before
but still struggling to get his raging desires under control. It
was as well they’d interrupted him, he thought wryly, when he’d
managed to regain some semblance of control. It wouldn’t have taken
a great deal more of ‘punishing’ Emerald before he’d completely
lost focus and done something he would’ve regretted.

Raking a shaking hand through his
hair, he stared at his uniform for a moment and finally picked it
up and began pulling it on.

It occurred to him as he was pulling
his boots on that his lesson hadn’t gone entirely as he’d planned
even if he had been interrupted before he’d yielded to the urge to
drive his painfully throbbing cock into her until he spilled his
seed. She’d fought him every step of the way. He debated briefly
and then opened the link again. Koryn answered on the third
chime.

“
Meet me in my quarters,”
he said grimly and broke the link.

He got up to pace while he waited,
struggling with his decision. He was still waging battle when Koryn
arrived a few minutes later, but one glance at Emerald as Koryn
entered his quarters hardened his resolve. She’d sat up on his bunk
and grabbed the blanket, covering herself, and was staring sullenly
at the floor.

His expression hardened as he glanced
at Koryn. “Emerald is being disciplined. I’d barely begun the
session but something has come up and I have something else that
needs my attention. I’ll need you to take over until I get
back.”

Surprise flickered in Koryn’s eyes but
after staring at him a moment, he merely nodded. “I’ll take care of
it.”

Tariq flicked a glance at Emerald,
having deliberately switched to her language to make certain she
understood. “Good. Lay down, Emerald. Koryn will be handling your
discipline until I can get back.”

She gaped at him in disbelief but the
moment he tensed as if he meant to return to the bed, she lay down.
Tariq sent Koryn a wry look. “As you can see it’s likely to take
quite a few lessons before she learns to accept the
situation.”

He strode toward the door as Koryn
crossed the room to the bed where Emerald lay and sat down to
remove his boots.

Koryn discovered when he straightened
to remove his uniform that Emerald was watching him warily but
without a trace of the submission Tariq would expect to see when he
returned.

This was going to be hellish, he
thought! He already felt like his balls were going to explode.
Well, he thought philosophically, if he couldn’t hold his seed, he
couldn’t. As long as he didn’t plant it in Emerald he might live to
see another day.

She tensed the moment he settled a
knee on the edge of the bed. He shook his head at her. “You don’t
want to try that.”

He saw something flicker in her eyes,
but although she subsided instead of leaping out of the bed as he’d
fully expected, she scooted toward the wall when he settled. “Lie
down,” he said evenly.

He barely managed to deflect her leg
when she abruptly kicked out at him. Catching her ankle, he gave
her leg a jerk that dragged her flat of her back. Before she could
roll away, he shifted his weight upward and pinned her to the bed,
catching her wrists. “I can bind you,” he said through gritted
teeth, “but I can guarantee you this is going to be a lot more
uncomfortable for you if I have to do that and take a lot
longer.”

She fought him despite the warning.
Sighing irritably, he finally gave up trying to pin her down and
got off the bed, dragging her with him. She struggled every step of
the way as he stalked to Tariq’s supply room to retrieve bindings
and then returned to the main cabin with her. After studying the
bed speculatively for several moments, he realized it was going to
be damned uncomfortable for him to spend hours disciplining her if
he had to tie her to the bed and he turned to consider the chairs.
Realizing with relief that one was a play chair, he hauled her over
to it and pushed her down in it. Fortunately, she clearly didn’t
realize what it was. She hesitated in surprise just long enough for
him to grasp her wrists and clamp them in the wrist manacles he’d
activated. She tried to kick him again when he grabbed her ankles,
but it took little effort to guide first one and then the other
into the ankle manacles.

When he clamped the last one, he
activated the positioning devise, watching carefully as it moved
her into position since the play chair had been designed for the
Anunnaki and their women were a good bit taller. The knee position
wasn’t just right and it spread her legs a little further than it
should’ve for that matter, but she’d brought it on herself. Taking
the binding he’d collected, he moved around to the back and
squatted down to thread it through the loop on the back of her belt
and secure it, binding her tightly to the table the chair had
become. Satisfied, he rotated it until it was upright and then
lifted it until the height was comfortable for him.

She sucked in a sharp breath and
cursed him when he lifted his hands and lightly stroked them down
her length, but he was too riveted on his task the moment he felt
her silken skin against his palms and the pads of his fingers to
feel the anger it might have otherwise stirred. Ignoring her
efforts to struggle, he continued stroking her lightly until she
ceased to struggle, either because she’d tired herself or because
she’d calmed down.

Flicking a glance at her face, he
decided, wryly, that it was the former. Her eyes were still
glittering defiance. He moved closer, cupping a breast in each hand
and gently squeezing it, massaging the round globes until they
flushed with the blood rushing to them and her nipples hardened. He
focused on her nipples then, plucking at them until they were so
tight and engorged with blood that they felt like little
pebbles.

She flinched when he leaned in to take
one into his mouth. “Don’t!”

He paused, flicked a chiding look at
her face and caught it with the edge of his teeth instead of his
lips, bearing down just hard enough to warn her to behave. She
sucked in a sharp breath, bucking against the bindings. He bit down
harder until she stilled, panting, and then sucked at the tiny
morsel to sooth the sting.

He hadn’t meant to do more than tease
her slowly to awaken her to sensation but almost the moment he felt
her nipple in his mouth, his control slipped. He sucked and pulled
at her hungrily, trying to ignore his painfully swollen cock and
the urge to thrust inside of the pink little lips parted so
invitingly for him by her position. Unable to resist the urge to
explore it at the very least, he ran a shaking hand down her belly
and found her cleft and then her opening, pushing an index finger
inside of her.

Her muscles closed around his finger
and he could feel the velvety soft walls. It sent a dizzying wave
through him. The image instantly leapt into his mind of those
muscles clamped around his cock and he felt his balls draw up to
his belly, felt as if they’d drawn up into his throat. She was so
wet, so tight, he thought a little wildly. His throat closed with
want and it took all he could do to refrain from replacing his
finger with his cock on that instant.

Some tiny spark of sanity remained,
however, enough to prevent him from doing anything suicidal—like
fucking Emerald when Tariq had claimed her. Instead, he struggled
to appease his own hunger by feeding on her soft flesh more
frenziedly. He paused when she began make tiny whimpering sounds
that finally penetrated the red fog of his mind.

He was supposed to be disciplining
her, he reminded himself with an effort. She had to understand that
defiance wouldn’t be tolerated from a slave. If she was to end up
in anyone else’s hands, she might not survive the lesson for
disobedience.

She moaned when he withdrew his finger
and lightly stroked the delicate petals of flesh along her cleft
instead and then sucked in a sharp breath when he released the
nipple he’d been teasing and switched to the other. She fought it,
forcing him to warn her again with a nip of pain. When she
subsided, he swirled his tongue around the little bud to sooth the
sting and then sucked it.

For a time, he managed to content
himself with merely suckling her breasts, knowing that as
uncomfortable as that made her it was a nothing compared to the
misery she would endure if he took her to the edge of a climax and
held her there. He hadn’t been in any state to properly discipline
her when he’d started though and the longer he teased her the
harder it was to control himself.

He began to think he was in far more
torment than she was and decided he had to withdraw at least long
enough to calm his heart before it exploded. The moment he flicked
a glance at her face, however, and saw her glazed eyes and passion
twisted features, it very nearly unhinged his mind.

He stared at her for a long, long
moment and finally moved around behind her to remove the binding at
her waist. When he’d freed her, he slipped an arm around her,
depressed the retractor on the manacles and lifted her away from
the play chair, carrying her to the bed. She looked up at him
dazedly when he’d settled her.

He fought another round with the urge
to mount her on his shaft and finally settled at the end of the
bed, pushing her thighs wide and leaning down to cover her clit
with his mouth. His cock bucked in his hand as he curled his
fingers around it. The counter pressure of his hand produced
pleasure that was so intense, he thought for a moment he would
black out. Sucking in a harsh breath, he pulled at her clit hungry,
stroking his cock. He’d nearly achieved orgasm when a sound behind
him jerked him abruptly from his focus. Halting abruptly, he lifted
his head jerkily and looked around.