Tee-ani's Pirates (11 page)

G’baena’s eyes seemed to focus on Tee-ani as she spoke and the violent shaking subsided just a little. She whispered a few words, but Tee-ani needed to step closer to hear them. It sounded like she was saying “I can’t believe I did that.” Trey’s warm chuckle filled the room.

“I can believe it,” he said as he moved G’baena so he could see her face. “You have every right to be angry with me and Ben. We shouldn’t have left you behind, and anytime you want to swing that lethal punch at Ben, too, I’d be happy to hold him down.” He rubbed his nose and then pulled G’baena back into his embrace. The younger woman relaxed against him and sighed quietly.

“Tee-ani, thank you for coming to find me.”

Tee-ani knew she would never regret going to find G’baena, but the sight of Trey holding the younger woman seemed to be doing
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funny things to her head. They looked so perfect together. They were both the same species. Hell, G’baena was very literally the mate chosen and raised for him and Ben.

Nope. The problem here was Tee-ani. She knew she didn’t belong, but did she have the fortitude to step back and let nature run its course?

* * * *

Tee-ani’s emotions confused him. He could feel sadness and regret and an anger that she seemed to aim at herself. Goddess, what was the woman thinking? Surely, she knew how much he and Ben loved her. They’d claimed her. She didn’t carry the traditional G’trobian scars, so what? She knew they belonged together, the three of them had made a commitment, and there was no way he would let her walk away from him and Ben without one hell of a fight.

“G’baena,” he whispered to the woman in his arms. “You’ll find many human women here willing to help you make a life for yourself on the ship. Take some time to explore your options and decide what you want. Just know that Ben and I will be here to help you if you need it.”

She stepped backward, pulling out of his arms. “You love her, don’t you?”

Trey glanced over at Tee-ani and then back at G’baena. He nodded.

“What about Ben? Does he feel the same way?”

“Yes.”

“So why haven’t you claimed her?”

“We have.”

G’baena glanced over at Tee-ani where she was using a medical instrument to heal several dark bruises on a patient’s thighs.

“But she doesn’t wear your mark?”

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“True. She’s human and an ex-slave. She doesn’t want to be scarred as a sign of possession. And, well, Ben and I are…” He trailed off, unsure how to explain his step away from G’trobian tradition.

“You and Ben love her enough to let her be her own person, to let her decide for herself, and to love her regardless.”

Trey looked at her. He knew he had surprise written all over his face, but he couldn’t seem to hide it. After everything G’baena had lived through in the past three years, he hadn’t expected her to be quite so accepting of the situation.

“Did you forget I’m an empath too?” she teased.

“No. I mean, yes. I mean…”

Her musical laugh sounded like a gift from the goddess. “I know what you mean. I’ve learned a lot in my time as a slave, and I’m the first to admit that it’ll be a long time before I feel safe anywhere, but I have also realized that the universe is full of different species, different cultures, and different ideals. I felt almost as trapped on G’trobia as I did as a slave, and now, for the first time ever, I feel like I can take a full breath. I feel like I have a chance to find who I am, not what I’m expected to be.”

Trey pulled her into his arms again.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

“Don’t be. You and Ben and Tee-ani are the reason I have the chance.” She pulled from his embrace and reached up to place a kiss on his cheek. “Go to her. Explain the situation. Make sure she knows how you feel.”

He watched G’baena as she walked away, marveling at just how amazing the woman really was. How did he and Ben not see the true woman underneath the submissive mate they’d been offered? He turned to watch Tee-ani once again and everything he felt for her came rumbling to the surface.

He leaned against a spare medical bed until she finished with her patients. He could still feel her sorrow, but she’d shoved it deep down as she concentrated on her work. When she eventually finished, she
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walked over to him. It looked like she was going to stop out of arm’s length, so Trey stepped forward and hauled her into his embrace.

“Tee, I love you.”

“But?”

“But what? I love you.”

“But what about G’baena? She’s perfect for you. Even your species. You and Ben could have children with G’baena. You know that humans and G’trobians aren’t compatible in a reproductive sense?”

No, he didn’t know that, but it didn’t make any difference. They belonged together and if children weren’t in their future, well it wasn’t an issue for him and he was certain it wouldn’t be one for Ben either.

“Tee, what is this all about? We claimed you. That’s a commitment as big to G’trobians as marriage is to humans.”

“But when you claimed me, I didn’t know you were royalty. I didn’t know you had a woman like G’baena waiting for you.”

He could feel his frustration rising again. How the hell could this woman make him so mad and yet so proud of her at the same time?

She cared about everyone else, even at the expense of her own happiness.

He turned and lifted her onto the medical bed so that they could be face to face. “Tee, G’baena is not ‘waiting’ for us. She deserves a chance to make decisions for herself, and the first decision she made was to tell me to make sure you know how
I
feel about
you
.”

“But—”

“No buts. This is very simple. I love you and you love me.”

“And Ben?”

“Yeah, well, Ben can convince you himself.” Trey’s

communicator beeped. “Speak of the devil…”

“Trey, I think it must be playtime. Send the slaves here. And you better not have damaged them like you did the last time.”

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Ben sounded so convincing as a slave owner that even Trey felt a shiver of apprehension. It was all planned. The three of them had discussed this little “performance” several times over the last twenty-four hours, but still a part of him worried for Tee-ani.

“Don’t.” The stern look on her face warned him not to argue.

“Okay, okay, I surrender,” he said, holding his hands high as he backed away giving her space to get off the bed. “Do you remember your the plan?” She smiled and nodded. “And since you seem to be reading my emotions better than I’m reading yours, maybe you could remind me which one of us is the empath…”

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Ben kept moving. He knew the male slave observed him, and if he sat still, his nervousness and shaking hands might give away the game before it started.

The door slid open and Tee-ani stepped through in her slave outfit.

It barely covered the essentials, and for a moment, Ben felt embarrassed for her. He and Trey were about to fuck her in front of a stranger, and no matter how much they wanted to be gentle or tell her that they loved her, they’d both have to restrain themselves.

He took a deep breath.
Showtime.

“Finally! You’ve had both slaves for over two hours. Where is the other female?”

“It would appear that our new slave wasn’t as strong as she looked.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, brother, don’t tell me you killed another one.” It was all a scripted play. He knew they were acting, but the thought that G’baena or Tee-ani could’ve been killed during their time as slaves suddenly hit him right in the gut. For a moment, Ben wasn’t even sure he’d be able to drag in his next breath.

“Settle down,” Trey said as he slid onto the lounge in the middle of the room. “She’ll be good as new as soon as the doctor can patch her up. Shouldn’t take more than a day or two.”

He dragged in a breath.
Damn, play the part
. “Fine. Just don’t kill this one.” Ben stepped over to where Tee-ani knelt on the rug, threaded his hand through her hair, and tugged backward. “She’s my favorite.” Tee-ani half closed her eyes in submission, but he could feel her excitement growing. “Suck me, slave. Make it good.”

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Tee-ani’s hands moved to his pants and pulled his semi-erect cock free. A small part of him feared that he wouldn’t be able to “perform”

in front of the male slave, but the first wet swipe of her tongue against his most-sensitive head convinced him otherwise.

He pulled her closer, his fist still tangled in her hair. “I said, suck it, slave. Do not make me punish you again.” Tee-ani opened her mouth wide, and he pushed into her at the same time that he pulled her forward. She gagged as he hit the back of her throat, and he would’ve pulled out if he hadn’t felt another spike in her arousal.

Damn, the woman tied him in knots. Did she find the rough treatment exciting because she knew they wouldn’t really hurt her?

She sucked harder as he pounded into her, fucking her face as Trey watched. The male slave kept his back to them, and Ben hoped Trey was keeping track of the man’s emotions. The only emotions he could feel at the moment were his own and Tee-ani’s. And seriously, if the woman got any more excited, he would lower her to the floor and make love to her until the twin suns of G’trobia imploded.

His lower back tingled as she sucked harder, his balls pulling closer to his body. Ben’s hand shook in her hair as he rode her face.

Never before had he experienced this kind of mind-blanketing pleasure. He gasped and stilled as his cock exploded, painting the back of her throat with his cum. She swallowed around him, her tongue caressing his length, and he bit back the satisfied groan that wanted to escape.

Instead, he pushed her away. Tee-ani collapsed to the floor, her head down, her shoulders hunched like a good little slave, but her emotions blared her arousal. Thank the goddess, she wasn’t frightened or hurting. He would never forgive himself if he betrayed her trust—

even if it was accidental.

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Trey stepped forward, lifted Tee-ani from the floor, and threw her over his shoulder cave-man style. He slapped her ass, the sound filling the room but her groan filling his ears. He dropped her onto the bed.

“Clothes off. Now, slave!” He stood back, arms crossed as he watched her slither out of the scraps of cloth that she wore. She remained on her back, watching him under her lashes. He was close enough to smell her arousal as she slowly wriggled out of her clothes.

Trey hauled her over his lap, ripped away the offending material, and slapped her ass loudly.

“When I say now, I mean right now!” He slapped her again, leaving a pink version of his large hand against the soft flesh. Tee-ani sobbed, and for a moment, Trey feared it was from pain. It wasn’t until Ben groaned that he realized Tee-ani’s arousal dripped onto her thighs. Trey adjusted her over his legs so that her ass pointed into the air and Ben could see the swollen, glistening flesh of her bare pussy.

More than anything, Trey wanted to dip his head and taste that slippery flesh, but he worried that it may not be typical Master/slave interaction, so he pressed two fingers into her swollen opening, accidentally grazing a very sensitive spot inside Tee-ani. She groaned, this time in sensual agony, so he did it again. He hated that the situation demanded this charade, but if Tee-ani had to endure it, he’d make sure that she enjoyed it. He pressed down again, his calloused fingers rasping over the slightly rougher flesh of her G-spot as she shook against his lap.

She groaned, unconsciously grinding her clit against his hair-roughened thigh, and he suddenly realized just how close she was to orgasm. She panted, gasping for air, trying to control her body’s reaction to their play. Trey hesitated. Tee-ani needed to hide her enjoyment from the other slave. There was no way they would convince him that they were ruthless slave traders if Tee-ani appeared to be a cherished lover and not a sex slave.

He removed his fingers from her grasping flesh and slapped her ass hard. Tee-ani yelped and almost launched off his lap. Again he
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worried that he’d hurt her, but Ben’s quiet laughter assured Trey that Tee-ani remained okay.

“My turn.” Ben lifted Tee-ani off Trey’s lap and placed her face down on a bench they’d built specifically for the purpose of making their slave trader ruse seem more genuine. Trey moved around the table and grabbed Tee-ani’s wrists, locking them into place so that her arms stretched above her head, but pulled apart so that he or Ben could step in front of her face.

Ben pushed her legs into the position he wanted so that her knees bent under her body and her ass and pussy were at the exact right height for his cock. He locked her ankles into place and then slapped her ass again, the loud sound reverberating off the walls.

Trey stood in front of her, threaded his hand through Tee-ani’s hair, and lifted so that he could see her face. Her cheeks were streaked with tears and her eyes red-rimmed, and it wasn’t until she smiled and winked at him that he could take another breath. He lowered his clothes to the floor, grasping his rapidly-thickening cock in one hand as he guided it to her lips. He desperately wanted to ask her if she felt okay, but the eager swipe of her wet tongue short-circuited his brain, and he nearly forgot how to breathe.

She sucked him into her mouth and grunted as Ben slammed into her pussy from behind. Ben slapped her ass again. Tee-ani groaned quietly, then swallowed around Trey’s cock, urging him farther down her throat. Unbelievably, he felt the beginning tingle of his own orgasm.

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Tee-ani had the insane urge to giggle. She was buck naked, strapped to a table, her ass in the air, Ben fucking her from behind and Trey fucking her mouth, all so they could convince a slave, who may or may not be a spy, that they really were slave traders—yet, somehow, she’d never been more turned on in her life.