She whimpered at his dirty talk. “Vicious.”
“Tell me.” He urged her to embrace the wicked side.
“Tell me you want me to put my tongue in your cunt.”
She couldn’t. “I—”
His fingers found that spot inside her pussy that made
her see stars. “Say it, Kitten.”
“Put your tongue in my pussy.” The other word she
couldn’t say, not yet.
Vicious didn’t seem to mind. He groaned with such
need and quickly reversed their positions so that she sat on
the couch. He knelt on the floor and grasped her feet. He
pushed her knees up toward her ears and forced her thighs
wide open for his oral assault. She hooked her arms
around her calves, desperate for something to hold onto as
he dropped his mouth to her pussy.
“Love this clit,” he murmured and flicked his tongue
over it. She yelped as he lashed her, his skillful tongue
mastering her pussy as only he could. Two fingers slid
inside her, stretching her small passage as they glided in
and out. “Can’t get enough of you, Hallie.”
That made two of them. She craved Vicious every
second of every minute of the day. It was a strange thing to
go from being totally independent to needing another
person. “Ah!”
Vicious slurped her clit between his lips, his mouth
making long, slow pulls on the pink pearl. When he
released it, blood rushed back into the tissues. She cried
out as he fluttered his tongue over the sensitive swollen
kernel. Those fingers inside her pussy thrust faster now
and more shallow. It felt so different than the usual deep
penetration but ever so good. “Oh! Oh!
Please
!”
He groaned against her clit. The tiny vibrations set her
off. She shouted his name as her climax struck. Hips
rocking and belly trembling, she reveled in the ecstasy of
it. She was still shuddering with aftershocks when he
unbuckled his belt, lowered his zipper and freed that huge
cock. His height worked to his advantage in this position
because they were perfectly aligned.
Kneeling there between her thighs, he guided his shaft
into her, the thick head breaching her ever so slowly. He
held tight to her thighs as he thrust. She gripped the arms
of the chair. Vicious captured her gaze, his eyes smoky
with lust, and took his time with his thrusts, each one
measured and deep.
He licked two fingers and lowered them to her clit. He
lightly pinched and rolled the little bud between them. She
tossed her head back at the sheer decadence of it. With
every movement, the silver ring dangling from her collar
whacked the thicker, harder leather. It jingled in time with
his thrusts. He manipulated her clit so skillfully. Her toes
fell to his shoulders and curled into his hot skin. He
changed the angle of his penetration and she almost died.
“Vicious!”
“Come for me, Kitten. Let me feel this tight pussy
squeezing my cock.”
“Uh! Uh!” She chased her climax as those two fingers
drove her crazy. They sped up and applied the right
amount of pressure. She came with a strangled cry, her
whole body bursting with pleasure. Her nipples grew so
hard they ached but still wave after wave of ecstasy
rippled through her.
Vicious didn’t come with her. He continued to thrust
right through her climax. The second she relaxed, he
picked her up, turned her around and placed her facedown
over the chair’s arm. Before she could even process how
quickly he’d moved, he spread her thighs and thrust inside
her again. Her toes came up off the ground.
“Vicious! Ah!
Vicious
!”
There was nothing gentle or tender about their coupling
now. His hips snapped fast and his massive cock pounded
her pussy. He had an arm around her waist while the
fingers of one hand spanned her cheek. He kissed her
temple and whispered the filthiest things in her ear as he
fucked her like some wild beast.
And she loved it. She absolutely loved it.
“Oh! Harder! More!” The words spilling from her lips
shocked her as much as they did him. Some primal part of
her brain had been activated. She liked this rough, out-of-
control side of Vicious. She wanted more of it.
He growled behind her, his hot body pressed so tightly
to hers it was hard to tell where she ended and he began
“Take me, Hallie. Take my cock.”
“Yes!
Yes
!”
His fingers tangled in her hair now. He pulled tight
enough to make her scalp burn. His other hand found her
nipples. He pinched them hard enough to make her yelp
but not enough to hurt. Her clit was pressed against the
arm of the chair. With every thrust of his big, thick cock,
her clitoris rubbed against the firm surface.
“Oh! Oh!” She squeezed her thighs and tried to gulp air.
“I’m going—I—
ah
!”
She climaxed then, the power of it leaving her dizzy.
Behind her, Vicious jerked his hips at a breakneck speed.
He slammed deep inside her and bit down on her
shoulder. She could feel his seed jetting into her and
shuddered.
He whispered her name then, his voice so soft it
ghosted across her ear. “Hallie.”
They clung to one another for a long time. Neither
seemed able to move. She didn’t even care that the arm of
the chair was cutting painfully into her thigh. Boneless and
sated, she allowed Vicious to pull them down to the floor.
He slid out of her carefully and cradled her to his chest.
The cool composite flooring felt good against her blazing,
flushed skin. He played with her hair and stroked her arm
while she wrote her name across his lean stomach and
daydreamed about what their family crest tattoo would
look like emblazoned on his tanned skin.
“You know,” he said finally, “we should fight more
often.”
Hallie lifted her head to peer into his eyes. With a
confused laugh, she asked, “Why?”
“The sex was
amazing
.”
His matter-of-fact reply made her giggle. “Well,” she
said helpfully, “maybe we could keep a list of topics
taped up somewhere. I’m sure we can come up with a
dozen or so things we absolutely don’t agree on.”
His hand drifted down to her bottom and gave it a pat.
“Just a dozen?”
She smiled against his mouth. “Don’t push your luck.”
“Ha! See? There’s topic number thirteen…”
Chapter Eleven
The next afternoon, Hallie sat curled in Vicious’
favorite chair and sketched. For the first time since
arriving in his quarters, she wore clothing that was made
specifically for her. When Vicious had gone shopping that
morning, she’d been worried he’d bring back dresses and
other nonsense. She’d been pleasantly surprised to find a
nice selection of clothing that included mostly practical
items like cargo-style pants and thin, comfortable shirts.
Of course, Vicious had snuck in some of the naughtiest
lingerie she’d ever seen. Why anyone would waste money
on crotchless panties, she’d never understand. Vicious, on
the other hand, couldn’t wait to get her in them. She had a
feeling tonight would be another educating experience.
Shrill beeps echoed in the quiet apartment. She put her
pencils and paper on the coffee table and walked over to
the main communication console. She tapped the screen
and grinned. “Oh my goodness! Lenny!”
“Hallie!” She grinned right back. “Wow. Can you
believe it? You and me on this ship together? Who would
have thought, right?”
“I know. It’s crazy how life works sometimes. How are
you? Are you enjoying it here?”
“I’m great. I married a sergeant. His name is Hawk.”
Smiling, she took a step back and made sure her rounded
belly was captured by the camera. “Look! Twins!”
“Whoa!” Hallie stared at the baby bump on the screen.
“That’s amazing. Congratulations!”
“Thanks.” Lenny scooted forward again so her face
filled the screen. “Look, I hate to make our first
conversation in months so serious, but is there any way
you can get a message to the colonel?”
“I’m sure I can. Why? Is something wrong? Is it your
husband?”
Lenny shook her head. “No. I’m fine. He’s fine. Or, at
least, I think he is. Right now, he’s at some kind of war
exercise out in space. No, it’s our neighbor.” She glanced
away from the camera. “I don’t know what happened over
there at lunchtime, Hallie, but it sounded awful. There was
all this crashing and a scream.” She shook her head. “I
think Deniva might be hurt.”
“Did you call the police?” Vicious had taken time to
explain how emergency calls were handled. She knew if
she hit the emergency button, one of their military police
officers and a medic would show up at her door as part of
the standard procedure.
“I did, but they told me that Sergeant Crow had already
called in to explain his wife had a cooking accident.”
“And you don’t believe that.”
“No.” Lenny looked so worried. “This isn’t the first
time there’s been trouble over there. Hawk and some of
the other men have talked to Crow a few times but he’s an
impossible man. He and Deniva have been married a
while now, maybe a year. I don’t know,” she admitted, her
voice tinged with guilt. “She doesn’t come to many of our
get-togethers. She’s not from Calyx. She’s a colony girl
and she seems to keep to herself.”
Hallie didn’t need Lenny to say anything more. She got
it. This woman was likely a victim of domestic abuse. Her
husband separating her from others was the first step in
establishing his control. “I’ll call Vicious immediately.
Let me see if I can put you on hold.” She tried to
remember how Vicious had explained the procedure.
“It’s the yellow square in the upper right-hand corner.
Tap it and it’ll minimize me.”
“Oh. Thanks.” Hallie did as Lenny instructed. The
screen flashed yellow and Lenny’s image shrank down and
disappeared. She tapped the button to make a new call.
“Colonel Vicious, please.”
“Office or personal quarters?” a pleasant computerized
male voice asked.
“Office.”
“One moment, please.”
The screen flashed as the call connected. A young
man’s face appeared. His eyes widened. “Oh. Mrs.
Vicious. I mean, ma’am.” He fumbled his words. “What
can I do for you, ma’am?”
She still couldn’t believe he’d just called her
Mrs.
Vicious
. It sounded slightly hilarious. “I need to speak
with my husband, please.”
“I’m sorry, ma’am. He’s not in the office at the
moment.”
“Oh. When will he be back?”
“Unknown,
ma’am.
He’s
currently
overseeing
maneuvers via the vid link on the bridge. I can’t disturb
him while he’s in there. I believe he had a meeting
scheduled after that.” The man glanced down at his desk.
“Yes. With Gunner Menace.”
She didn’t know who that was and didn’t really care.
“When Vicious gets back, can you please have him contact
me?”
“Of course, ma’am. If it’s an emergency, I can help you,
ma’am.”
“A friend of mine in another part of the ship is
concerned about her neighbor. Apparently, she heard—”
Hallie hesitated and tried to decide how much to tell this
man. Her cautious nature won. “She heard some strange
sounds. Her neighbor didn’t respond to any calls.”
“Oh.” He looked extremely concerned. “Did she dial
Emergency?”
“Yes. They told her that Sergeant Crow had already
called in to let them know his wife had an accident while
cooking.”
He smiled and looked relieved. “Well, there you go,
ma’am. Mystery solved.”
She tried not to roll her eyes. “Not quite. I assume
you’re not familiar with abuse but men who beat on their
wives often lie.”
He sobered. “Yes, ma’am.” He glanced around, as if
trying to figure out what to do. “I can’t disturb the colonel
over a domestic matter, ma’am. I can, however, get a
message to the sergeant’s C.O.”
“His what?”
“Commanding Officer, ma’am. It’s the man directly
above him. Would that help?”
Not really. “Yes. Fine.”
“Sergeant Crow, was it, ma’am?”
“Yes.”
“All right. I’m pulling up his information now. I’ll have