Pirate's Price (8 page)

He cupped her breasts and rolled her
nipples, then moved down to savor the silky, smooth skin on her
mound. Keeping her upper body pressed against his chest, he rotated
her hips more fully onto the bed. He bent her knee then guided her
foot up and back, draping her leg over his. She made a sound, part
whimper and part moan, as he eased his hand between her thighs.

“You are so soft.” He brushed her delicate
folds, loving the way his fingers slid against her slick flesh.
“Tell me what you feel.”

“I feel your fingers and your warm body
pressed against mine.”

He shifted his hips, sliding his cock
between her legs. “Do you feel that?”

“How could I not? Will you please… fuck me
now?” She trembled. “I need you inside me.”

Lifting her leg higher, he found her opening
and pushed the head of his cock into her waiting heat.
“Better?”

“No. I need more.”

“You’ll have to earn it. I’m going to let go
of your leg. Can you hold it here without my help?”

She shifted the angle of her body, hooking
her leg over his hip. Her shoulders pulled away from his chest, but
her ass pressed closer. He parted her folds and found her clit with
his fingers. With a firm circular motion, he sped her toward
another orgasm. She tightened her inner muscles and tossed her
head.

“Come for me and I’ll give you more.”

“Either pull out or push all the way in.”
She squirmed, trying to capture more than his teasing fullness.

“Concentrate on my fingers. Match the rhythm
of your pussy to my touch.”

“Kiss me,” she pleaded. She turned her head
sharply and arched her back. It was awkward at best, but he covered
her mouth with his and offered her his tongue.

The motion of his fingers changed. He
surrounded her clit, gently rolling as his tongue moved in her
mouth. Her passage clenched and rippled. He focused entirely on her
pleasure, determined to feel her final surrender again before he
found his own release.

He pulled on her clit, then abruptly
released the sensitive nub. She came with a soft cry. He pushed
deeper with each tremor, accenting and prolonging her pleasure.
Before the last spasm passed, he swept her beneath him and pulled
her up onto her hands and knees.

Withdrawing all but his flared tip, he
waited for her restless squirm before driving his full length back
into her snug heat. She kept her legs far apart and braced against
the bed with her forearms. Her rounded bottom padded each forceful
lunge and incited his imagination.

She was too outspoken for a sub, but all
this was new to her. Reaching beneath her, he cupped her breasts,
savoring the weighty feel as the impact of their bodies made her
soft flesh quiver. His balls tightened and tingled and a red haze
formed before his eyes. He grasped her hips with both hands,
thrusting fast and hard.

Twisting the bedding with her fingers, she
bucked beneath him. Pleasure expanded inside him, swelling and
curling as her inner muscles rippled around his cock. He threw back
his head and gritted his teeth to keep from shouting as he came in
powerful bursts.

She collapsed onto the bed and he followed
her down, rolling them to their sides at the last moment. Her pussy
continued to tighten as he reached up and untied her from the wall.
He started to untie her wrists as well, then decided against
it.

If she was to embrace her submissive nature,
she had to entrust herself to him. She relaxed in his arms and
snuggled back against him.

“How long will it take to reach the
spaceport?” She sounded sleepy and content.

“Not long. We should probably get dressed”
-- he covered her breast with one hand and turned her head so he
could reach her mouth -- “eventually.”

“You have got to be kidding.” Rana looked at
the outfit Vik had laid out on the bed, hoping this was his attempt
at humor. “I’ll wear the gown one last time; then you can sell
it.”

“Trust me, princess, the gown will draw more
attention than the lingerie.”

Holding up the blood red corset, she shook
her head. “The pleasure givers on Devaunt wear more than this.” She
tossed it back on the bed.

“No one will ever confuse Makar with
Devaunt. The cloak will cover you from neck to knee. You’re just
being obstinate.”

“The cloak only fastens at the throat. Every
time I take a step --”

“Your other option is to have me sling you
over my shoulder in that towel. Security might raise an eyebrow,
but it would still cause less of a disturbance than having you walk
off this ship in that gown.”

She opened the nearest compartment,
determined to find something with which to cover herself. After an
ultrasonic blast had cleansed them, Vik had donned his pants and
white shirt. The tuxedo jacket still hung over the back of the
chair and various accessories were scattered about the room. The
towel he’d given her barely covered her ass and his idea of
appropriate garments was laughable.

“You don’t have a spare uniform or something
I can put with your jacket?”

He rolled up his sleeves and shook his head.
“This was a commuter jump. None of us brought clothing.”

“Then where did
that
come from?” She
swept the bed with an impatient gesture.

“I always plan ahead.”

Planting her fists on her hips, she glared
at him. “You planned to parade me around like a whore.”

“Sweetheart, that term has no meaning here.
Prostitution is an occupation like any other. Miner, scavenger,
shopkeeper, prostitute, they’re all the same on Makar. Keep the
hood up and you’ll be just another faceless body.”

“That’s depraved.”

“The ship is due for maintenance. We have to
get off. Either put on the lingerie or don’t. It makes no
difference to me.”

“Give me your shirt.”

“That’s not an option.”

“Why?” She felt like wringing her hands and
stomping her foot, but common sense stayed the impulse. Throwing a
fit would only prove she was a “spoiled princess.”

“We don’t have time for this. I gave you
your options. Make your choice.”

With a frustrated growl, she snatched up the
scrap of red that served as panties and pulled it on under the
towel. The triangle covered her mound, but her ass was completely
bare. Realizing the ridiculousness of her belated modesty, she
tossed aside the towel and held the corset in place while Vik
tightened the laces. It hugged her torso and caused her breasts to
swell nearly out of the plunging cups. After several firm tugs, the
upper edge barely covered her areolas.

“It’s meant to display a hint of nipple,” he
commented with a wicked smile.

“I’m glad you’re enjoying this.” She draped
the cloak around her shoulders and secured the clasp. As long as
she didn’t move she was covered, but each step she took would
display her legs. “What about shoes?”

“Yours will have to do. You don’t want to
walk through the commercial tiers barefoot. Trust me.”

“Trust you? Not likely.”

She tried to push past him, but he caught
her upper arm. “You’ve never been to a place like this, Rana. It’s
dangerous. You need to stay close and keep your mouth shut.”

Ignoring the argument welling inside her,
she snatched her arm out of his grasp and retrieved her
semi-mangled stockings. The pale pink more or less matched the red
lingerie and her shoes were white with a faint pastel pattern. It
was not an ensemble she would have assembled, but she’d had enough
of this cabin.

She followed him through the ship, her
temper simmering. Several of the crewmen gazed at her with knowing
boldness and tension twisted her belly. No one on Devaunt would
dare look at her that way, even if her behavior warranted the
reaction.

Halfway down the ramp her steps faltered and
apprehension sent a violent shiver down her spine. They were in a
dilapidated hangar, surrounded by scattered debris. Exposed girders
and rusted grillwork bisected the walls, while conduits and
insulated pipes crisscrossed high above her head. Was the entire
station this… well used?

A maintenance crew ambled toward the ship
with tool carts and diagnostic instruments. Vik guided her across
the bay and motioned toward the raised walkway. She climbed the
alloy ladder with him close behind. Similar bays stretched off in
both directions. The air was cool, but unfamiliar scents made her
wrinkle her nose.

As Vik predicted, no one paid her much
attention. He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her close
to his side. “Once we reach the Mall, you can relax to some degree.
Unfortunately, security randomly scans the public lifts, so we’re
going to take the scenic route. Don’t make eye contact and don’t
speak to anyone. Understood?”

She nodded, more than happy to comply.

The walkway widened and they emerged in a
clutter of portable stands and tiny shops. Her hood shadowed her
face and restricted her field of vision. Bursts of laughter cut
through the drone of overlapping conversations as he hurried her
along. She recognized several languages, yet others were
unfamiliar.

“Are you buying or selling?” The raspy voice
came from her right, but Rana kept her head down.

“Neither.”

Vik’s brusque tone should have deterred the
speaker, so she gasped when a scaly hand pulled back one side of
her cloak.

“Let’s negotiate now. Save us both the
auction fee.”

“She’s not for sale.”

She tilted her head and glanced at the
intruder while fear squeezed her heart. They had slave auctions on
this spaceport? Covered in gray-green scales, the intruder’s
reptilian features revealed little emotion. She snatched her cloak
out of his hand and moved closer to Vik.

Pushing her behind him, Vik faced off with
the alien. “Get out of the way. She’s not for sale.”

Tension escalated as the two men glared at
each other. Vik reached behind him. She thought it was a comforting
gesture until she saw the subtle bulge beneath his shirt. He had a
weapon tucked into the back of his pants!

The alien hissed and turned sharply to the
side, allowing them to pass.

“They sell slaves here?” she cried as they
climbed to the next tier.

“They sell everything here, princess. I told
you this was a far cry from Devaunt.”

The next tier drove that fact home with
undeniable impact. At a glance Level 7 was cleaner and less
cluttered than the seedy area they’d just departed. People strolled
along, relaxed and laughing.

Music drew her attention to a large shop on
her left and her steps faltered. Not a shop, she realized, a bar. A
stage rested against the adjacent wall and a couple performed for
the sparse audience. They undulated and rubbed against each other,
their “dance” nothing more than a simulation of the sex act.

She averted her gaze and stifled a gasp. The
alleyway on her right was peppered with couples, and nothing they
were doing was simulated. A blue-haired woman knelt before a burly
man, her head bobbing as she sucked his cock. The slender man being
fucked up the ass had blue tattoos running up both sides of his
body. He braced his hands against the wall as his lover -- client
-- thrust forcefully.

“Are they…”

“Prostitutes?” She nodded and he smiled.
“This is called
Bidatta Nu or
Scarlett Row. It runs through
the heart of the pleasure tier. This particular section caters to
the miners. No one plays games here. They want a quick fuck for a
reasonable price.”

“They don’t even bother with a bed?”

“There are rooms available, but they cost
more. Most don’t see the need.”

Farther down the passageway, two men passed
a woman back and forth between them. One moved in her pussy, while
the other drilled her ass. Rana trembled. It was the
personification of her darkest fantasy. The woman was utterly
abandoned, her expression nothing short of rapturous.

“If you like to watch, I can arrange
anything you want to observe.”

Rana hadn’t noticed the man until he spoke.
He stood to one side of the alley, fully dressed and heavily
armed.

“We’re just passing through,” Vik said.

“Then carry on or make your selection. My
people don’t perform for free.”

Rana tried to convince herself she found the
open display of sexuality appalling, but her body refused to
cooperate. Prostitutes lounged in the archway of every club they
passed, wearing little or nothing. They touched and encouraged
others to touch with seductive looks and provocative poses.

“Have you ever --”

“No past and no future,” he reminded
her.

By the time they left the pleasure district,
Rana fidgeted and squirmed. Her pussy throbbed and the material of
the corset abraded her nipples. Vik hurried her toward an express
elevator at the far end of the tier.

“I thought we couldn’t use the lifts.”

“This one’s private; a direct line to our
destination.” An instant after the lift door closed, Vik pushed her
up against the wall and tugged one side of the corset down. She
rubbed her mound against his thigh as he firmly sucked her tender
peak.

“Can you… stop the car?” She covered his
erection with her hand and squeezed. “I’ll go down on you.”

He growled and kissed her furiously, both
hands on her ass. A synthesized bell interrupted their frantic
embrace. He quickly righted her corset and stepped back, allowing
her cloak to swirl closed around her.

Breathless and wobbly, she followed him from
the lift. The corridor was wide and elegantly decorated. She could
have been in an office building or a posh hotel on her home
world.

“You live on this level?”

“Not exactly.” He didn’t explain as he led
her along. Her outfit had helped her blend in with the sordid
occupants on the lower tiers, but here she felt tawdry.