Pirate's Price (9 page)

She clasped the sides of her cloak together
and sped her steps. If he didn’t have quarters on this level, where
was he taking her?

They turned off the main corridor and she
looked around. Though still well maintained and elegant, this area
felt less accessible, almost secret. “Where are we going?” she
tried again.

“Right here.” He paused before an unmarked
door and pressed his hand against the scanner.

“Member number seven twenty-nine accepted.
Welcome to the House of Bliss.”

“House of Bliss?” The door slid open, but
Rana dug in her heels. “Is that what it sounds like? Did you bring
me to a brothel?”

It was all Vihlok could do not to laugh.
“Bliss has top notch security and guarantees the anonymity of her
clients. This is one of the safest places on Makar.”

“I am not staying in a brothel.” Her cheeks
had flushed as they walked along the pleasure tier and he suspected
more than embarrassment contributed to her color.

“Would you rather return to a lower level?
You seemed fascinated by --”

She shoved him aside and strode into the
House of Bliss. The holographic receptionist flickered to life
behind her desk. “Welcome to the House of Bliss. Your room is
ready. Are you sure you don’t require a companion during your stay?
I can make suggestions based on your profile.”

“No thank you, Celeste. The room is my only
requirement.”

“Let me know if you change your mind.” The
image blinked out and Vihlok motioned toward the doorway directly
ahead. He waited until the light above the door was green,
indicating an empty passageway; then he opened the door.

“I don’t have to ask if you’ve been here
before,” she grumbled. “You’re on a first name basis with the
holograms.”

His cock ached so badly he could hardly
think. The corset accented her trim waist and displayed the
abundance of her breasts. He wanted to touch her, to kiss her
senseless and feel her hot pussy grip him as she came.

He’d thought himself desensitized to the
sexually charged pleasure tier, yet watching her reluctant
fascination had been undeniably arousing.

I’ll go down on you
. Her whispered
offer had just about buckled his knees.

Scanning open the door to his suite, he
swept her into his arms before the panel slid closed behind them.
Her arms wrapped around his neck and her lips parted at the first
brush of his tongue. Striding across the sitting room, he set her
down beside the couch.

“I want your mouth on me,” he told her in a
gruff, demanding tone.

She kicked off her shoes and unfastened the
cloak, her gaze already gleaming. He nodded toward the sofa and she
sat down. Desperate for the pleasure awaiting them, he didn’t
bother to undress. He freed his cock and stepped between her legs.
She did the rest.

One of her hands guided his shaft to her
mouth, while the other caressed his balls. He moaned and shuddered,
raking her hair with his fingers. Her lips were firm yet soft, her
tongue circled and explored. She stared up at him as he slid in and
out of her mouth.

With a strangled growl, he pulled out and
urged her back across the couch. He kicked off his shoes and shed
his pants, while she took off her panties. She lifted her ankle to
the back of the sofa, obviously expecting him to fuck her. He had
something else in mind.

He stared down at her, amazed at her sensual
beauty. Already she was far less inhibited than she’d been when
they first touched. She ran her hands down the insides of her
thighs, drawing his attention to her pussy. As if he needed
encouragement.

Kneeling beside the couch, he kissed her
with more finesse, refusing to be controlled by his lust. The scent
of her arousal distracted him, lured him, and sabotaged his
determination to go slowly.

Unable to ignore the pressure in his groin,
he climbed onto the sofa, carefully placing one knee on either side
of her head. She guided him down, taking his cock back into her
mouth as he buried his face between her thighs.

Her movements were restricted by their
position, so he rocked his hips, sliding his shaft in and out. He
drilled her with his tongue, matching each thrust to the rhythm of
his hips. Her nails bit into his flanks as she writhed beneath
him.

He was thundering toward completion and he
couldn’t seem to pull back. He took pride in his stamina, his
ability to completely satisfy his partner before he lost control.
Her mouth felt amazing and her eagerness obliterated his
composure.

Grasping her hips, he latched on to her clit
and skillfully sucked. She cried out around his thick shaft and
trembled within his hold. Searing pleasure burst within him,
stealing his breath as he thrust to the back of her throat and came
in violent shudders. On and on the spasms went, the release so
intense he honestly didn’t know if he’d taken her with him or
not.

He eased his hold on her hips and swirled
his tongue over her clit. She jerked and wiggled. She’d be far more
relaxed if she’d just had a powerful orgasm.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, pulling out of
her mouth. “It’s been a long time since I lost control like
that.”

“I suppose I should be flattered.” She
sounded uncertain.

“No. You should be restless and ready for
your turn.”

“You don’t need to…”

“I will never leave you wanting. Don’t even
consider it.” He crawled off the couch and lifted her into his
arms. “Let’s check out the bedroom.”

Rana tried not to squirm, but she’d been so
damned close. The frantic thrust of his cock in her mouth had been
heady and overwhelming. She’d tingled and burned with responding
desire, yet she’d also been distracted. His taste lingered in her
mouth, not unpleasant, just new. So much of this was new to
her.

He sat on the side of the bed and arranged
her astride his lap. Her heart fluttered madly as she looked into
his eyes. He was so handsome it was nearly painful to look at him.
The elusive memory intruded. Who were the dancers and what was
their connection to Vik?

“You saw quite a lot downstairs. Tell me
what excited you most.”

“The urgency. They needed release so badly
they didn’t care who saw them or what anyone thought.”

“Did you feel that way in the lift?”

“Yes.” Part of her had wanted him to fuck
her right then and there.

“Do you still ache?”

“You know I do.”

He reached between them and traced her
crease with his middle finger. “If you had to take the place of one
of the prostitutes, which one would you choose?”

She shivered as their images flared back to
life. A blow job, being ass fucked, or dual penetration? There was
no contest. “I… the last one, I guess.”

He lifted her off his lap as he stood, then
set her down on her feet facing the bed. “Lean forward and brace
yourself with your forearms.”

“Why? What are you going to do?”

“Your Master gave you an order. Obey.”

After a slight hesitation, she bent over the
bed and spread her legs wider and wider until she could reach the
mattress with her forearms. Her ass angled up and she closed her
eyes. Surely he wouldn’t summon another man. Would he?

He opened and shut drawers and searched
through compartments on the wall directly behind her. Anticipation
had never been so acute. Her skin tingled and desire pulsed through
her pussy. She’d only caught teasing glimpses of the woman in the
alley, but Rana’s imagination filled in the blanks. The man in
front had held her legs, while she leaned against the other man’s
chest. They passed her hips back and forth, pushing her on to one
man’s cock as they pulled her off of the other.

“Are you intrigued by the sensation or does
being the sexual focus of two men appeal to you?”

“Both, I guess.” She glanced over her
shoulder. He was completely naked now and he held something in each
hand. Evidently he’d found what he was looking for. “I don’t
know.”

“Let’s find out.” He stroked the back of her
thighs and her bottom, his touch gentle, yet confident. She sighed
as he pushed two fingers into her core, but he didn’t stay long.
“We know you enjoy this.” His other hand separated her ass cheeks
and she tensed. “Relax. We’ve done this much already.”

His fingertips circled her anus, stimulating
as they spread lubricant. She relaxed her inner muscles, accepting
his bold caress. The tight collar of muscle parted for him and
sensations erupted all over her body. Her nipples tightened and her
clit twitched. The teasing fullness in her ass accented the
emptiness in her pussy.

Reaching around her, he fingered her clit
while he slid in and out of her ass. “I owe you an orgasm, don’t
I?”

She tossed her head, sending her hair
cascading around her shoulders and across her back. His hand pumped
with steady persistence, but he coaxed her clit with gentle circles
and skillful pressure.

With her eyes tightly closed, she saw the
male prostitute again. He arched and groaned as his client rammed
him full of cock. The graphic image made Rana whimper, far more
appealing than it should have been. She rocked her hips and her
breasts swayed.

The pressure increased as Vik introduced
another finger. He plucked at her clit now, rolling the tender
cluster of nerves as he gently pulled. Pleasure detonated in a
sharp, sudden release. She cried out, the forceful spasms of her
cunt tightening her other passage around his fingers.

“Very nice.”

She was still panting harshly as he replaced
his fingers with a toy. The blunt head slipped in easily, but her
sphincter spread and spread as he drove the butt plug home. The
inward pressure ceased, yet the fullness remained lodged deep
inside her.

“How’s that?” He caressed her bottom,
twisting the ring until it rested more comfortably between her
cheeks.

“Is it as big as it feels?”

“It’s a fair compromise between my fingers
and my cock.” He sat down beside her on the bed and offered her a
patient smile. “Do you want to send for food while you get used to
it or finish this round before we eat?”

“We’re going to fuck while this thing is
still inside me?” A rush of lust punctuated the question.

“That’s as close as I care to come to your
fantasy. At least for now.”

Possessive passion erupted in his gaze and
she couldn’t help but smile. “I’m not really hungry; I’m just not
sure…”

He caught her around the waist and pulled
her back onto his lap, her legs straddling his. “That’s why you
hired me. I am sure about these things.”

“I didn’t hire you.”

“Details.” He found her opening with his
cock and pushed inside.

She grabbed his shoulders and arched her
back. His size had been obvious when he’d taken her the first time.
He hadn’t needed the extra fullness. Still, her pussy stretched
wider and wider until she cried out. He immediately stopped. His
hands caressed her hips and his eyes filled with concern. “Does
that hurt?”

“It’s not painful -- exactly. It’s just
really tight.”

His breath escaped in a sudden rush. “I
noticed. Lock your knees. Don’t take any more until you relax.” He
cupped her cheek and brought her mouth to his, using slow deep
kisses to distract and soothe her. His other hand caressed her
breasts and dipped down to where their bodies joined.

Curling her tongue around his, she inhaled
his scent and reveled in the decadence. Her body was stuffed to the
point of pain and still she wanted more, more of his kisses, more
of his cock, more of
him
.

He brushed his fingers over her folds and
circled her clit. His mouth drifted along her neck and he bent his
head to her breasts. He increased the pressure of his lips until
she moaned and pushed against him.

“Pull up a bit, then lower yourself onto
me,” he whispered the directive against her flesh, his teeth
scraping her skin.

She shivered then obeyed. As she raised her
hips, her body released a fresh rush of cream. They moaned together
as the slick response eased her descent. Deeper and deeper she took
him until her bottom rested on his thighs.

His patience ended abruptly. He grasped her
hips and took control of their movements. She rolled against him as
he thrust up into her. Her nipples rasped against his chest with
each distinct drive.

Moving his feet farther apart, he brought
her down harder and faster. Tension mounted within her, coiling
like an over wound spring. She gasped and panted as his cock
pounded into her. He drove to the hilt then clasped her to his
chest as his seed exploded inside her. The hot, rhythmic jets
triggered her climax. She dropped her head back on her shoulders
and the ends of her hair caressed her ass. Her core echoed the
throbbing of his cock and the butt plug intensifying each
spasm.

They clung to each other for the longest
time, each unwilling to move.

“What would you like to try next, my
insatiable apprentice?”

“Honestly?” He nodded and she patted the bed
beside him. “I’m exhausted. I’d like to lie down for a while.”

“So, what’s she like?” Fibros asked.

Vihlok waited until his “guest” was asleep
before he commed his friend. “You saw her at the wedding.”

“I didn’t ask what she looks like. You
didn’t let anyone near her on the ship. Is she a shrew or as
innocent as the driven snow?”

“Neither.” He stepped closer to the
communications console. “You can drop the ignorant act. I know who
submitted the contract. What is Kashi hoping to accomplish with
this little stunt?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Fibros’s smile belied his denial.

“You’re full of shit and we both know it.
Conference her in. I want to hear her explanation.”