Mercenaries (7 page)

SHE was lying limp and boneless, wrung out from the force of the first orgasm she'd ever had in her life, when Nathan scooped her off the bed and deposited her on her knees beside it.

Dazed, Trin watched as he turned to a cabinet and bent, digging around until he produced an arrangement of straps. He dropped the thing over her head, and Sebastian rose to buckle it into place. Meanwhile the captain took the round ring attached to the straps and held it up to her mouth. “Open up,” he ordered roughly.

She blinked at the ring. “What is it?”

“It's a ring gag,” he told her. “We use it when we want to fuck a submissive's mouth.”

Submissive?
When the elders used that phrase, they were talking about a woman's duty to her husband. Trin wasn't really sure what that term meant in this context, but somehow it sounded . . . wicked. So much so, in fact, that she was more than willing to experience whatever it was he meant to do to her now.

Maker knew she'd enjoyed it all so far.

Trin licked her lips and obeyed. The captain inserted the ring between her jaws, forcing her lips into an O. The ring was covered in something soft that tasted faintly of mint. She swallowed around it and looked up at the two men.

“What about the safe word?” Sebastian asked his captain.

Nathan grimaced. “Good point.” He contemplated the problem, then returned to the cabinet. A moment later he came back and displayed a long, violently blue object. It was shaped exactly like a male cock. “Hold on to this,” he said, tucking it into one bound hand. “If you decide you want to call this off, drop it. It'll make a nice thump when it hits the deck, and we'll stop.”

Trin clutched the artificial phallus anxiously. She didn't want this to end until she found out what was going on.

Particularly not when they were both grinning at her, wearing identical expressions of male anticipation, their flushed shafts violently hard. Trinity's mouth began to water helplessly around the gag.

Nathan threw a glittering look at Sebastian. “Go get the clamps.”

She swallowed.

Clamps?

SLOWLY Nathan allowed the stim-clamp to close around one of Trin's hard nipples. She jerked with a low, desperate moan. He looked up quickly, but the expression in her dazed green eyes was one of arousal more than pain. The clamp had a bite, but it also stimulated pleasure receptors in her skin. He checked her hand. She still had that death grip on the dildo. She obviously had no intention of calling things off any time soon.

Testing, he reached between her wide-spread thighs as she knelt before him. She was so richly creamy, his cock jerked.

God, he burned to fuck her. He knew from his careful exploration of her deliciously tight cunt that she wasn't the virgin he'd suspected. And that made her fair game.

Assuming she didn't change her mind.

And he was beginning to suspect she wouldn't back out after all. Whenever she met his gaze, he saw a combination of innocence, awakening desire, and determined courage in those clear green eyes. That blend fascinated and aroused him until he burned to pull her beneath him and take her so hard they'd both detonate like a pair of plasma grenades.

When he lifted his eyes to her panting breasts again, it was just in time to see Sebastian clamp the other nipple. She jolted back against his friend, groaning behind her gag in a voice rich with arousal.

Sebastian, holding her from behind, lowered his mouth to her ear. “Like that?”

She nodded vigorously. Unable to resist, Nathan slid a second finger into her juicy sex. She felt incredibly tight, just begging for his cock.

“Damn, Nathan,”
Sebastian commed,
“can we keep her?”

It was an intriguing thought. He brushed his thumb over her clit and watched her twist in her bonds, her green eyes dazed with passion. He'd assumed that a young female raised on a planet of religious zealots would be as emotionally frigid and repressed as her culture. Trin had proved him wrong with a surprising combination of reckless courage and delicious eroticism.

She made him hotter than hell.

For a moment Nathan let himself imagine what it would be like to make her his full-time submissive, his to take whenever he wanted. . . .
“It's a tempting thought.”

“Oh, yeah.”
Sebastian opened the clamp and let it close again while rotating his wrist, gently twisting her nipple.
“Sweet sub to the core.”

Nathan pumped his hand, feeling her slick interior muscles gripping his fingers. She was so damn wet, so hot. So tight.
“But we haven't really started playing yet. Let's see what happens when we do. Fuck her mouth.”

“I thought you'd never ask.”
To Trin, Sebastian said aloud, “It's time for you to discover the joys of sucking cock, Red.” Grinning wickedly, he rose to his feet.

Nathan watched the little colonist's eyes widen. He gave her a dark smile and moved back, giving his friend room.

TRINITY drew in a breath as the blond mercenary caught the back of her head in one big palm and pulled her closer to his jutting cock. Even if she'd wanted to resist, the gag's ring held her jaws open and ready. She quivered, impossibly aroused.

Then he slid the flushed head between her lips. It felt like velvet, tasted of salt and man, and taking it into her mouth made her hotter than she'd ever been in her life.

He moved in deeper. She could feel the tiny folds just after the head, then the smooth, stretched-tight skin that covered his long erection. Eagerly she began to suck. Sebastian groaned in decadent pleasure as his hand curled into a fist in her hair. “God,” he groaned, “her mouth is so hot . . .” He rolled his hips in short, slow thrusts, fucking her face through the gag.

Trin's gaze slid to Nathan, who watched with feral masculine interest. Reaching down with one big hand, he caressed his own tight balls as he wrapped the other around his thick, jutting cock. Slowly the captain began to stroke. “Suck it, Red,” he ordered in a deep growl. “Suck it hard. I want to see those cheeks hollow.”

Maker's Beard! Cream pooled between her thighs as, closing her eyes, she obeyed.

Trin had learned about blow jobs back in high school—furtive whispered conversation between teenage boys, overheard with desperate interest. But she'd never performed one, and she wondered nervously how to go about it.

“Use your tongue,” Nathan ordered in his arousing rasp. “Lick his shaft while he fucks your mouth.”

Tentatively she rolled her tongue over the underside of Sebastian's rod. He groaned, his fist tightening in her hair. Encouraged, she angled her head, rocking it from side to side so she could caress him. With her hands bound to her ankles, there wasn't much else she could do.

“That's right,” Nathan said. Though her mouth was full of Sebastian's thick shaft, she was intensely aware of the mercenary captain as he moved around behind her. He stepped in so close she felt the brush of his thighs against her back. Trin quivered.

Sebastian drove in a particularly deep thrust. She choked a little on his length and he moderated his thrust, murmuring a soft apology.

Nathan crouched and slid his powerful arms around her torso, one hand claiming her breast, the other slipping between her spread thighs. She closed her eyes and moaned around his second's cock as it steadily stroked in and out.

“You look hot having your mouth fucked, Red,” the captain breathed in her ear. A long finger brushed over her clit once, then circled the erect nub. Pleasure rolled over her in a dark, sweet wave. “Helpless and bound, ready for whatever we want.” He slid his hand deeper between her legs, found the creaming opening of her cunt. She whimpered as he eased one finger in all the way to the knuckle. “Ahhh. And you like it, too. Don't you? Being a sex toy for a pair of horny mercs.” He reached up to the clamp that was still attached to her nipple, began opening and closing it. Every time it moved, it sent a new jolt of sensation into her nipple, unpredictably stinging or pleasurable. Shivering, she opened her legs even more and watched Sebastian's muscled belly work as he used her. Her hand was sweating around the blue phallus.

“You have no idea what we could do to you,” Nathan continued in that dark, menacing rumble. “I'm thinking about what it would feel like to slide my cock between your soft pink lips, or maybe inside this juicy cunt.” His finger thrust in deeper as his voice dropped again. “Listening to your arousing little whimpers. Feeling you so tight and slick and helpless while I fuck you. Even if we didn't have you tied up, you wouldn't be able to stop us from doing whatever the hell we want with you.” He slowly twisted the clamp until she gasped around Sebastian's cock. Nathan chuckled wickedly, then added another finger to the one stroking inside her cunt. “After all, we're big, nasty cyborgs, and you're soft and female and tiiiny.” He stretched the word out, packing a shipload of nasty innuendo into its two syllables. “My favorite kind of victim.”

Trinity closed her eyes and whimpered helplessly, Sebastian's cock shuttling in and out of her mouth. She really shouldn't find this so damn arousing.

But she did. Maker help her, she did.

T
RIN groaned in guilty pleasure as Nathan's long fingers went right on tormenting her juicing sex. She could feel another searing climax floating just out of reach. Concentrating ferociously on the sensations flooding her, she almost dropped the blue dildo and had to fumble for it frantically.

“God, yes!” Sebastian groaned as his broad shaft rode faster and faster in and out of her mouth. “Damn, Red's a natural-born cocksucker. Let's put a collar on her and keep her.”

Trin shivered at the rough eroticism behind the mock threat. She didn't understand why it made her so hot. A decent woman might endure all this with stoicism if she had to, but she certainly wouldn't feel such feral arousal.

Apparently Trin wasn't a decent woman.

Sebastian stiffened, his back arching. “I'm coming!” he gasped. She felt his cock jerk in her mouth. Something bitter flooded over her tongue.

“Swallow, Red,” Nathan growled. “Swallow every last drop. Because next”—he leaned closer until his whisper gusted against her ear—“it's my turn.”

Her eyes drifting closed, Trin obeyed, swallowing greedily even as her Orville training screeched in righteous indignation.

At last Sebastian pulled free of the ring gag and collapsed back on the bed, panting, a sated smile on his face. She knelt on the floor and watched him, feeling a certain dark pride she'd reduced him to such boneless pleasure.

“God, that was good,” he groaned.

“And I want to find out just how good.” Nathan stepped in front of Trin. She straightened eagerly as he slid his thick rod right into the ring and her waiting mouth.

Trin began to suck, feeling every bit the wanton they'd call her back home.

As hot as it had been when Sebastian had taken her this way, it was even more outrageously arousing when Nathan did it. Her sex went slicker with every oral stroke.

She shouldn't feel this way, shouldn't revel in the sheer wicked kink of it all. Even if she cared nothing for morality, the whole idea of approaching Nathan had been to get away from a bunch of men who wanted to dominate her.

But somehow this submission was different. For one thing, though they demanded her obedience, she sensed Nathan and Sebastian had no interest in hurting her. They weren't abusers. They wanted her willing—not to mention enthusiastic—participation.