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At Drogan’s Command Selena Illyria One little disc… One little disc contains the only evidence of Rena’s wanton weekend where she enacted every sexual fantasy she’s ever had and a few about her crush Drogan Carter, captain of the Hades’ Helmet. What will she do when the disc falls into the wrong hands? When Drogan finds the disc and watches the contents, at first he feels guilt but soon that turns to need. He wants the carefree, sexual woman on the disc in his bed. He forms a plan that will get her right where he wants her… at his command.
Prologue Shivers of anticipation running through her body, Rena Morrigan clasped the bars as she waited. Her body felt tight, her nipples ached. She was on fire with need. Heavy footsteps heralded the start of her fantasy. She swallowed. A sex droid dressed up as the captain of a space vessel finally stepped into the dim overhead light of a single bulb. She trembled as images of Captain Drogan Carter being before her instead of the sex droid surfaced in her mind. Where the robot had been designed to look appealing, even pretty, she wanted the captain’s strong, square jaw, the scars that ran through his left eye. She wanted imperfections like the bump where his slightly hooked nose had been broken and not properly set. She wanted his hooded blue eyes looking back at her. The robot’s shoulders weren’t as broad as Drogan’s and the uniform seemed to be ill-fitted on the droid. Rena shook her head. She wouldn’t nitpick. This was her fantasy and she was going to pretend that the person standing before her was Drogan and no one else. She waited for the fantasy to officially begin. She had given the people in charge a lot of detail, even dialogue. The sex droid placed his hands on his hips and stared at her, dark red eyes roaming over her form. She sucked in a deep breath. “Do you know why you’re here?” “I swear, Captain, I didn’t do what they are accusing me of,” she insisted, following the script she had written. “How can you possibly explain having drinks with a known criminal? He’s wanted in all five of the known galaxies. His poster is up everywhere. Now tell me you did not know.” She insisted, “Please, I didn’t know.” He shook his head. “You’re lying to me and there must be consequences.”
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Her pussy clenched and her panties became moist. The door to her cell slid open and the robot stepped inside. She let go of the bars, turning to face him. “Take off your clothes and get on your knees.” She opened her mouth to protest when two robots stepped into the cell behind him. They walked around the captain and took hold of her arms. Her body shook as the men held her in place. The captain came toward her, his expression softened. “Please don’t make me interrogate you. Please don’t push me to do this,” he pleaded in a deep baritone, edged with gruffness. She shook her head. “I didn’t know,” she whispered. Every nerve in her body was alive and on fire. “Release her. I’ll be questioning her alone.” The other robots let her go and left the cell. The door slid closed with a soft whoosh. The captain started to undress, unbuckling his weapons belt. He placed the strap gently on a nearby table. He then stripped to the waist. He grabbed a chair and placed it before her and pointed to it. “Undress and sit down,” he ordered in a deep gruff baritone. With shaking hands she began to undress, her clothing hitting the floor. She moved to the chair, sat down and crossed her legs. The robot walked around her slowly, then bent down and placed his hands on the back of her chair, leaning in close. “If you won’t cooperate, I will have to make you do what I say.” His voice was a low, husky whisper. “Now, uncross your legs and spread them. I want to see your sweet pussy. I can smell your desire. I know you want this, you want me. You can’t deny it.” She uncrossed her legs slowly and then spread them, waiting for his next command. He pulled back. The tips of his fingers brushed her cheeks before he straightened to his full height. He finished undressing. His thick cock sprang up, the head an angry purplish red color. She missed seeing the pearlescent drop of desire at the slit. Although his cock looked lifelike enough, she wanted the real thing. She gave herself a mental shake,
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imagining it was Drogan before her and not an android programmed for her pleasure. This was her fantasy, the only way she would ever make her secret dreams and desires come true. Taking a deep breath, she watched as the android walked over to one of the cell’s windows, ripping down one of the curtains that framed the barred façade. He walked over to her, the delicate shredded opaque cloth trailing behind him, his cock bobbing gently with each step. He walked around her to the back of the chair. “Bring your hands together until your palms are touching.” Her heartbeat sped up, hammering against her rib cage as he wrapped the ripped curtain around her wrists, tying them together tightly. She tested her bonds and found she couldn’t get free. He walked into her line of vision. His cock appeared before her face. She blinked, remembering her other fantasies that had been played out. Three men at once, two men in several different positions. She shivered. He came closer until his cock was only mere inches away from her face. Her mind conjured Drogan before her. If he had been in front of her, she would have kissed the tip of his shaft before she took the head into her mouth, swirling her tongue over the crest. She wanted to taste him, inhale the musky male scent of him. The man before her dropped to his knees. She looked down and watched as he placed his hands on each of her knees, spreading them further apart. Her heart beat out of control. Rena forgot how to breathe. Sweat beaded on her brow as the android between her thighs moved closer to her pussy. Time seemed to still as she waited for his first touch. A jolt of electricity went through her as the tip of his tongue trailed over the seam of her nether lips. She jumped but did not make a sound. He teased her slowly, taking his time as he explored her sex. With his thumbs he pulled back her nether lips, exposing the aching bud. She stilled, waiting for his next move. “You want this, don’t you? You want me to suck your clit?” “Yes.” She didn’t care that her voice had come out shaky and breathless. He gently flicked the nub with just the tip of his tongue. Heat skittered through her body with that all too brief touch. “Tell me what I need to know and I’ll give you what you need.”
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“I can’t tell you what I don’t know. Please, just fuck me,” she pleaded. He flicked her clit again and pulled back. “No.” “Drogan, please fuck me.” She didn’t even realize her slip until it was too late. She was going off script. She had never specified who the captain was supposed to be. She couldn’t take it back now, wouldn’t take it back. All day long on the ship she saw him and when she closed her eyes, she saw him in her dreams. This was her time to finally live out the fantasies she could never have with him in reality. She looked down at the android that moved his head back to her pussy. “No,” flick, “not until you,” lave, “tell me,” lick, “what I want,” swipe, “to hear.” She let out a frustrated growl, trying to move her hips forward as far as they would go. He pulled his head back and looked up at her. “Tell me what I want to hear and I’ll fuck you,” he urged. She shook her head. “I can’t tell you anything. I don’t know.” “Well, then the interrogation must continue.” He smiled at her. His head moved forward. His tongue continued the small torturous flicks. Electricity bounced around inside of her, each touch stoking the fire burning within her. She wanted to come so badly. She was unraveling, her empty cunt clenched on nothing. She gritted her teeth and closed her eyes, trying to figure out a way to use his flicks to her advantage. Unfortunately her hands were tied behind her, and she could only lift them so far. She let out a strangled scream and the flicking stopped. “Will you tell me the truth?” he asked. His dark red eyes seemed darker and a wicked smile curved his full mouth. “I’ll tell you anything, anything. Just fuck me.” He chuckled, a dark sound that spoke of untold hidden, wicked, sexy things that awaited her for cooperating. Without saying another word, he buried his head between her thighs, taking her clit between his teeth and sucking the sensitive bud into his mouth. She rocked her hips against his mouth, riding his lips. Her orgasm twisted inside of her, coiling tighter and tighter until it broke free like a dam bursting. She screamed Drogan’s name at the top of her lungs.
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But it wasn’t over, not by a long shot. All night the android interrogated her, using his mouth, fingers and cock, bringing her to orgasm over and over again. By morning she was exhausted and confessed to things she had never done all in the name of coming. When she walked out of her fantasy suite, her legs wobbled and her body ached. She made her way to the front desk, waiting for them to check her out. “I hope you enjoyed your time here. Please do come back any time, Ms. Morrigan.” She nodded and smiled but doubted she would be coming back. She had lived out every one of her fantasies. There was nothing more to do. The receptionist looked up at Rena. The alien smiled, exposing short, sharp teeth, gazing up at Rena with large blue, pupilless eyes. She slid a small silver disc toward Rena. “This is the account of your week with us. Payment has gone through. We assure you that we will be erasing your experience with us within twenty-four hours. Please do come back.” Rena smiled and nodded. She slipped the disc into her purse and picked up her suitcase. She could say with honesty that as much as she enjoyed it she had no desire to come back. Now she could return to her ship and face Drogan with some sense of control. It would take even longer to get over her crush on him, but that was another matter. She made her way to the teleport pad. When her turn came, she punched in her coordinates and stepped onto the circular platform. Within five minutes she had materialized on the ship Hades’ Helmet. “Welcome back, Rena,” said the second in command, Jason Mercy. She smiled at the tall, redheaded officer. “It’s good to be back. Is the captain…” “Nope, not yet. How was your trip? I’ve never been to the Fantasy Spa on Elysian 8.” “It was wonderful, very relaxing.” “I can tell. You’re glowing.”
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She nodded. “Thank you.”
“Are you free later? The ship is kind of empty. I’d hate to eat dinner alone.”
She shook her head. Jason had pretty much slept with all the women on the ship
except her. She looked over his chiseled features and wasn’t the least bit moved. He was attractive but did nothing for her. “Sorry, I plan on trying to recover from my vacation.” He laughed. “I could help with that. I’ve been told my fingers are like magic.” He waggled his eyebrows and she laughed, opening her mouth to answer him only for the console in front of him to beep. He pressed a button and the lights dimmed as someone was teleported in. Captain Drogan Carter materialized before them. She swallowed as her body heated in response to his appearance. Her nipples became taut buds. Her pussy clenched with need and the ache she had been trying to forget returned. She cleared her throat, trying to ignore the way his presence seemed to heat the room. “Captain, sir,” she nodded.
“Rena, Jason, good to see you both. I’m exhausted. I’m going to head to my
quarters. See you two later.” “Of course, Captain. Rena and I were just heading to dinner.” Jason grinned. Drogan looked over at Rena with a raised eyebrow. She opened her mouth to deny his claim when her stomach took that moment to growl. “Sounds like she’s hungry. Come on, Rena.” Jason waved over his replacement and grabbed Rena’s hand. He led her out of the teleportation room, through the doors and down the hall to the cafeteria. Rena glanced back to find Drogan watching them with avid interest.
Chapter One Captain Drogan Carter inwardly groaned. He tried not to stare at the firm backside of his assistant as she bent over to retrieve a paper. He gritted his teeth and tried to focus on what his second in command was saying. Out of the corner of his eye he saw her straighten up and place the paper back on the pile in her arms. She brushed a stray dark brown tendril out of her face and punched her access code into the security panel. “So, the mission would be a good idea. We get to recharge our solar panels, fuel up and buy supplies all at the same time. What do you think? Should we stop at Green 23t?” Drogan blinked and pulled his attention back to Lieutenant Jason Mercy. “Sounds like a good idea. Have Rena put it on the schedule. We’ll do the run after we stop at Earth in the next few weeks.” Jason nodded and made his way toward the captain’s private office. Drogan blew out a breath. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could continue ignoring his attraction to Rena Morrigan. His assistant was driving him crazy. From day one when he first hired her, he had been attracted to her. Now things were out of control. He couldn’t even smell the scent of jasmine without getting hard. When he thought he heard her voice, he tracked down the source just to see if it was her. He found himself taking the long way to his quarters just to catch a glimpse of her. He was obsessed and there were only two options before him: fuck her and get them both fired or fire her and then fuck her. Neither option appealed to him. He loved his job as captain of the Hades’ Helmet Venetian S89 class spaceship. His attraction to Rena had become a dangerous distraction. He wasn’t just dreaming or fantasizing about her at night. Now his mind wandered to all the things he’d like to do to her during the
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day. He sighed. Damn it, she was one of the best assistants he had ever had. She put up with all his demands and if he got even a toe out of line she would shove him right back over. More than that she was also a person he could confide in, have a laugh and drink with and just be himself. The thought of being without her actually scared him. He looked over to his office and watched the doors slide open. She stepped across the threshold, smiling at Jason. Her smile warmed him even as he frowned. Jason Mercy was known to be one of the lady-killers of the crew. Was he flirting with her? Drogan wondered. He glowered at the thought that Jason was after Rena. He was suddenly flooded with a great need to claim her. He almost stood up to tell his second in command to back off. Instead he remained seated and gritted his teeth. She looked up at him, her smile faltering on her lush, full lips. “Captain, sir, is something wrong?” He found himself pleased by her worried tone. “No, no, just tired. Been a long journey,” he lied. “Oh, well, you should get some rest, sir, if you don’t mind me saying.” He watched her look away shyly. Her concern touched him. His heart expanded in his chest and he grinned. The evil voice of a man who had gone six months with only his hand as a form of release slipped into his mind. I won’t mind getting some rest as long as it’s after fucking you, the roughened voice whispered in response. Drogan’s cock twitched in his pants and he clenched his jaw as an image of her curled up naked beside him entered his mind. He cleared his throat, trying to gain some of his control back. “Thank you for your concern, Rena. I will.” His voice was slightly husky from arousal. She looked up at him and blinked only to nod her head and leave the bridge. He blew out a sigh and tilted his head back, closing his eyes and willing his body to calm down. “You okay, Captain?” Jason asked. “Yes, just tired.”
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“Go on, Captain, I’ll take over. There’s nothing happening right now. Don’t worry about a thing.” Drogan opened his eyes and stood up. He nodded to Jason, left the bridge and headed for his quarters. The ship was silent and still. He loved this time in the voyage. No crew rushing around bumping into each other to get to their destinations. No murmuring through the halls and in the lifts; just quiet. He leaned against the back of the elevator and closed his eyes. Rena, his mind whispered. He groaned aloud as the ache in his groin increased. He needed relief. Two years she had been on the ship, and not once had he given her a sign that he was interested. It was against regulations for crew to become involved. The soft beep and swoosh of the doors told him he had arrived on his floor. As he made his way down the hall he passed by her room, only five doors from his. He had insisted that she stay close by if he ever needed her. It had been his little excuse to keep her near him. She had never questioned his logic, and he never explained further. His cock became harder as he passed by her door. He could have easily taken the lift that sat directly across from his room, but no. I am a masochist, he thought. He tortured himself with the hope of seeing her in the morning and at night before he went to sleep. He could easily insist that she move to the room next door to his to torture himself some more but wouldn’t go that far. He arrived at his door and punched in his security code. After the retinal and fingerprint scans, the door slid open and he entered. “Computer, soft jazz from Earth,” he called out. He started to strip. Undoing his weapons belt, he placed his laser gun in his arsenal cabinet. He undressed and stepped into the shower. He grabbed a bottle of shower gel, squeezed a small amount into his palm and started to wash his chest. He closed his eyes and tilted his head upward. Water pelted his face as his mind traveled back to Rena. His cock twitched in response. He grabbed the bottle of gel again and ignored his cock as he washed the rest of his body. Finally he squeezed more soap into his hand and took hold of his cock, stroking his shaft from root to tip, smearing the pearlescent
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drops of pre-come on the thick head of his cock. He groaned, not wanting to use his hand to come. He wanted to sink balls deep in Rena’s tight, hot, wet pussy. He wanted to feel Rena’s body beneath him, rubbing, sliding against his, her hardened nipples scraping against his chest, her fingernails digging into his back as he fucked her long and hard. He wanted to hear her sighs and moans as she grew closer to her climax. But most of all, he wanted to be with her at that very moment. To hold her in his arms and know she felt the same way about him. It was no use hiding from his feelings, especially when he was alone. He was in love with Rena and could do nothing about it. His hand continued to pump his cock as he grew closer to his climax. His hips started to move, thrusting forward while he tightened the grip on his cock. He reached down, taking his balls into his hand, rolling the delicate eggs as he drew closer and closer to the edge. “Oh, Rena,” he moaned, seeing her so clearly in his mind. Droplets of water trailed down her mocha skin, sliding over things he could only wish to touch. Her dark brown eyes burned with desire as she took in his naked form. Her long, thick mass of chocolate-colored hair fell in waves around her shoulders instead of her usual low ponytail. Her dark brown nipples tempted him, thick nubs that he wanted to lick, suck and nibble. He groaned as his hips moved faster, fucking his hand exactly the way he wanted to fuck Rena. He stopped tugging and rolling his balls. Placing that hand against the wall, he leaned forward and continued to pump his hips. “Rena,” he groaned, and clenched his jaw as he felt closer to coming. Heat exploded within him as his climax hit. Pearly strings of come hit the tiled wall of the shower, slid down, mixing with the water to disappear down the drain. He continued to thrust into his hand until his balls were empty. The last trickle of his seed slipped down his hand, his breath came out in harsh pants, and his long, thin braids covered his face. Once he felt calm enough, he cleaned up. He pressed another button. The water stopped and the walls slid back to reveal heating panels. A blast of heat surrounded him on all sides, drying the moisture off his body.
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“Dim lights,” he ordered. The room became dusky. Shadows grew on the walls and in corners. He crawled into bed, pulling the blanket over his nude body. He sighed as soft music lulled him to sleep. It had been a long day. Closing his eyes, he drifted off into dreamland.
*** Fingers drifted down his chest, over the ridges of his abdomen. Nails scraped his hips and thighs. His back arched but he could only move so far. His wrists were bound and tied to something. Blackness was all he could see. Drogan felt pressure on his cock causing it to ache. He hissed when he felt a single fingernail trail up his cock, from root to tip. The feeling was more intense than usual. Something warm, wet and slightly rough ran over the mushroom head of his shaft. He hissed as pleasure and pain clashed within him. He was on fire, burning up with arousal, and whoever was torturing him, he swore he would return the favor once he was freed. “So beautiful, so delicious. By the gods, how I want you.” Rena? Rena was doing this to him? He struggled against whatever was holding him down. He tried to pull his arms down but they wouldn’t move. He twisted his arms this way and that to no avail. He attempted to move his feet, nothing. He was being held by something that felt as soft as leather but as strong as steel. “Rena,” he started, his voice sounding scratchy and rough as if he had been yelling. “Let me go, sweetheart.” “No.” She giggled, a husky sound that caused his cock to twitch painfully. “Why not?” He groaned inwardly. He sounded whiny. He hated to whine. “Because, Captain, sir, I have you right where I want you.” Her moist, warm breath caressed his hard member as her tongue blazed a path of fire up his shaft. He cried out. He was on the edge of an orgasm and all he needed was just a small push to send him over. “Rena,” he groaned. “Yes, Captain, sir?” she asked. He felt her nibble the sensitive flesh at the juncture of his leg, causing his hips to jerk up. She placed warm, wet kisses up his
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abdomen, nibbling each ridge. Moving upward, she swirled her tongue in the dent of his navel before her tongue ran along the dip at the center of his stomach and chest. He felt her weight on his thighs, her hair tickling his stomach. His aching cock head brushed the silky softness of her skin. Painful tingles of awareness ran through him. “Captain?” she asked, before she flicked his nipple. She sucked the tight nub into her mouth. “Shit,” he groaned. He couldn’t remember what he was supposed to say as shards of electricity ran through him, straight to his groin. She released his nipple with a soft pop before transferring her attention to the other turgid peak. His back bowed as far as he could go, being restrained. Another soft pop sounded and he felt the withdrawal of her heat from over him. The harsh noise of panting reached his ears. Drogan was shocked to find that he was the one making that sound. His heart was threatening to beat out of his chest, the thumping reverberation deafening to his own ears. He almost didn’t hear the soft, husky chuckle that escaped from Rena, still sitting on his thighs. He felt the weight on his legs lift and the glide of soft skin against his hairroughened legs. The bed dipped and then rose and he heard the soft patter of bare feet on a hard surface. He held his breath waiting to see what she would do next. He heard her return and then he felt the mattress underneath him dip again. The weight of her body was on his chest this time. He felt her move above him, the wet heat of her sex against his rib cage. The hardened tips of her nipples pressed against his abdomen. Suddenly the pressure on his cock was gone and blood flooded his shaft, warmth rushed through his cock. He cried out when he felt his erection surrounded by wet heat. The moisture moved upward, paused, and he felt something flick the crest of his shaft before moving downward. He realized that Rena was giving him a blowjob. He moaned as her lips slid down his shaft and paused. She didn’t move her head for a second. That in and of itself was torture to him. He could feel the slide of her saliva slipping over his balls. She moved up and then down, the pace slow but pleasurable.
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She increased the pressure on his erection, sliding her lips down. He hit the back of her throat. “Rena,” he groaned in a ragged whisper. She drove him mad, slowly taking away parts of his sanity with every glide of her mouth on his shaft. All he could concentrate on was her mouth and what she was doing to him. Nothing else mattered to him. The ship could explode around them but all he could think of was Rena going down on him. He tried to thrust his hips upward but they didn’t go that far. Rena started to hum and he barely kept himself from coming. His short fingernails dug into the palms of his hands. His teeth sunk into his bottom lip, drawing blood. He wanted to come so badly it hurt. Her lips slid up and down quickly, increasing her speed, and then paused for just a few seconds to lap up the seed that was already leaking from the slit at the top of his cock. His stomach tightened, his balls withdrew into his body, and fire danced its way up his spine until it washed over him in a tidal wave. He came so hard he saw stars on the back of his eyelids. He spurted his hot seed in the moist cave of her mouth. She continued to bob her head, milking his shaft for every drop of come. He was breathing hard, and his heart hammered against his chest, threatening to burst out of him. He tried not to black out completely. He could feel her tongue lapping at the slit at the top of his shaft. Every brush of her tongue caused little tremors to run through him. He felt the sweat running over his body. Heard the harsh pant of his breath as it rushed past his lips, filling the strangely silent room. He felt the bindings on his arms and legs loosen. His legs fell open and his arms relaxed. Taking slow deep breaths he tried to calm his heart down. He didn’t hear her anywhere in the room. He pulled one arm down slowly, wincing at how much it ached. He was having a hard time getting his hand to straighten out without it hurting. He pulled the blindfold off over his head. He opened his eyes and blinked rapidly against the sudden brightness as he looked around. The ceiling was not the same as his quarters and the lighting was brighter than on the ship. He sat up slowly. His vision swam and he felt lightheaded. He licked his lips, and his
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gaze roamed over his surroundings. The room was empty save for a long metallic table, chair and the bed he was on. The walls were gray, devoid of paintings, pictures or even shelves to make it look like someone lived in the room. A glossy black door was against the far wall. Looking down at the bed, he found he was on a cot covered in a dark red cotton duvet. The bonds that had been holding him down were Taurean leather straps, one of the strongest yet most malleable fabrics found in the five known galaxies. His head moved this way and that looking for Rena. He slid down to the cold, tiled floor and looked under the bed. She wasn’t there either. Much to his annoyance, she had disappeared. He jumped when he felt breasts press against his back, and her hands coming around to stroke his abdomen. “Ready for another round, Captain, sir?” she asked in a low, husky voice. He whirled around so quickly she didn’t have time to react. He wrapped his arms around her, pinning her hands to her sides. “Payback time, my sweetness,” he growled, his cock becoming semi-hard at the thought of having his way with her. A loud distant knocking could be heard in the distance.
*** Drogan jerked awake, startled by a cacophony at the door of his quarters. He threw back the covers and stomped to the door, his achingly erect cock bobbing with each step, the dream at the forefront of his mind. He wanted to ignore the commotion at his door, climb back into bed and give Rena the sexual payback she deserved. Instead he punched the unlock button on the wall panel and was confronted with the real live version of Rena. She was wearing the standard issue dark red uniform with gold and black piping on the collar, wrists and hem of her jacket. She stopped arguing with Jason who looked like he had just woken up, red hair standing up in all directions, clothing wrinkled and his pants clearly on backwards. “Captain, I told her not to bother you. I’d take care of it,” Jason said, averting his eyes once he realized Drogan was naked.
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Rena swallowed before meeting his eyes. “It’s important, sir. The Galactic President wishes to speak to you,” she reported, also looking away. Drogan sighed and ran a hand through his hair. The dream would have to wait.
Chapter Two Rena tried to concentrate. She looked down at her notes. She groaned silently and erased the last three sentences before quickly scribbling down the right information on her tablet. She couldn’t stop thinking of Drogan naked. So far she’d had to correct her notes four times. Instead of writing down the important details of Drogan’s upcoming meeting with the Galactic President, she’d written words like cock, nipples and sexy. She’d also at one point drawn a small doodle of what looked like a phallus. She was horny and lusting after her boss. She knew it wasn’t right, that she should let go of her infatuation with him, but she just couldn’t. Every day she saw him and every day she found something new to adore about him. He was a good man, decent, hard-working, fair, loyal and sexy as hell. Long thin dark brown braids trailed over his back, down to his waist. What seemed like a permanent five o’clock shadow dusted his jaw, making his cheeks more defined. Just the thought of those dark whiskers brushing against the inside of her thighs as he ate her out made her squeeze her legs together, her pussy tingling with awareness and need as her nipples hardened behind the fabric of her uniform, standard issue jacket. She thought she had at least gotten some of her sexual frustration out when she’d gone to the Fantasy Spa. Instead, it seemed to have intensified as of late. On top of it all Jason Mercy seemed to be showing some interest in her for some reason. Last time she checked she was still Rena Morrigan. She was still the plain woman hardly anyone noticed. She still had large brown eyes, a nose she felt was too large for her face, and lips too full. Her face was a simple oval. Her hair was not a spectacular color, simply a really dark brown, almost black. She felt her skin was her best feature. She had a clear mocha complexion that was, in her mind, the only thing going for her. She had an average figure and was petite in height. She doubted that
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Jason Mercy would give her a second look, but she figured he was probably desperate since he’d gone through most of the female crewmembers. She was the last one left he hadn’t slept with except for Alexa, but she was married to Daniella so Jason didn’t have a shot in hell with her or her wife. Rena hated to think she was basically a pity fuck to Jason. Well, she would be a pity fuck if she did sleep with Jason. She sighed inwardly. Drogan didn’t see her and Jason thought of her as the last conquest to be had. She began wishing she had stayed on Elysian 8. At the spa there was much less to think about, deal with or ignore. She perked up when she heard her name mentioned. “Yes, Rena will send you my itinerary. We plan on stopping by Earth and then heading off to the Green Zone.” Drogan looked at her, an eyebrow raised in question. She realized that he must have noticed her zoning out. Swallowing quickly, she bent her head and started scribbling nonsense like mad to look busy. Five minutes later the teleconference was finished and she stood up quickly to leave. “Rena,” he started and her shoulders slumped. He wanted to talk. Her nipples were already painfully hard nubs. Her panties were soaked, and she wished that the air con was on because she was feeling feverish. “Is something on your mind? Something wrong? I noticed that Jason Mercy has been paying a lot of attention to you lately. Is he bothering you?” She held back a smile. He had noticed Jason flirting with her. But the euphoria was brief. He was the captain and the regs clearly stated that if crew did get involved with one another he would have to step in and deal with it. She realized he was just doing his job. There were a few exceptions to the rule but he would still have to step in, in case of a problem. She cleared her throat. “No, sir, he’s not bothering me.” “Are you sure? You’re not just saying that to be nice or not cause trouble?” He placed his elbows on the desk and clasped his hands together, bringing his head forward and resting it on his fists.
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She shook her head, trying to avoid the “talk” where he would again outline the rules for her. “Yes. I’m sure.” “Because as you know…” “I know the regs.” “He’s quite the Casanova around here.” “I know it’s against policy to get involved with other crew members,” she said. He cleared his throat and unclasped his hands, let them fall to the desktop with a soft slap that echoed off the walls of the small office. “Um, it’s just I don’t want you to get hurt, should you decide…” His voice trailed off. “I know of Lieutenant Mercy’s reputation.” “Yes, well…” He seemed to shift uncomfortably in his chair, wouldn’t meet her eyes. “Sir?” He cleared his throat again and swiveled his chair away from her. All she saw was the side of his face. His long, dark brown hair was pulled back, his profile clearly defined. For the first time she noticed a tattoo of what looked like a skull right below his ear. She raised an eyebrow. She had never noticed that before. Her mind reached back to her days in school and tales of Earth pirates floated to the top of her mind. She had heard the rumors of how his family had gained its wealth and prominence. Drogan didn’t need to be a captain. Hell, he didn’t need to be anything. His family was rolling in money. People whispered most of it came from pirating, and looking at him with the scar through his eye, his strong square jaw, sharp cheekbones, slightly hooked nose, hooded blue eyes, he sort of looked like a pirate. Could the skull be a sign that those rumors were true? She didn’t have time to dwell on that thought. He turned to her, a tenderness in his eyes that caught her off guard causing her heart to melt. It became hard to breathe. “I don’t want to see you get hurt. You mean a lot to me. I consider you more than my assistant. I consider you my friend. I’ve known Jason a long time. He doesn’t strike me as the man you deserve to be with.”
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And what man is that, she wanted to ask. But her mouth and brain were not communicating. She was speechless, not sure how to respond to him. He was looking at her with such tenderness and some emotions she couldn’t identify. She felt herself tear up. She turned her head away, afraid she would embarrass herself by crying in front of the last person she wanted to witness her becoming an emotional mess. The words were bittersweet. She valued his friendship so much, and yet he had no idea the impact his words had on her heart. She wanted to be more than just his friend and knew that couldn’t be. It wasn’t just regulations. It was the fact that she wasn’t his type. He went for tall, willowy women who were curved in all the right places and full of vibrancy and fire. She preferred nights in her room curled up with a good book or quiet games of chess. She loathed crowds. She wanted intimacy without the fear of interruption. He loved crowds and nights out on the town, with a woman on each arm. Also, she lacked what she felt was that sexual spark that men like him and Jason were drawn to. Women who oozed sexual experience. She may have had a wild week at the Fantasy Spa but put her in a position like that in real life and she had no idea what to do. Sex with a real man scared her. Lover after lover had told she was fine in bed, but in her mind it meant boring. It was easier to be with a machine, her hand or a vibrator rather than someone who would eventually go elsewhere when he realized she was limited when it came to sex. Her imagination knew no bounds but she was too scared to live out her fantasies, especially the darker ones involving submission that she had played out during her time at the spa. She doubted anyone would believe her if she told them what she had really done during her week off. She glanced at Drogan, who was watching her closely, seeming to gauge her reaction to his words. She looked down at the floor, still not sure what to say. “It can be lonely out here,” she suddenly blurted, startling herself with how sad she sounded. She had allowed part of her guard to come down and expose her vulnerability.
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“Yes, it can be,” Drogan agreed. “But that’s no reason to jump into some meaningless fling with Jason to fill the void.” She raised her chin, feeling defiant. “Why not?” “Because you deserve better,” he said gently. She clenched her jaw. He sounded like he was talking to a child. Trying to show her how wrong she was for wanting to fill in the ache of loneliness. Trying to show her the error of her ways, for wanting to be desired, to forget, just once, what it was to feel. She was tired of her crush on Drogan. It hurt to want someone and know that they wouldn’t want you. Regulations be damned, she wanted to lose herself in a meaningless fuck, like what she had been doing on Elysian 8. “Maybe I don’t want better. Maybe I just want to forget.” She refused to look at him to see his reaction. “Forget what?” he asked in that same soft patronizing tone that was now grating on her nerves. Her ardor cooled as cold anger took its place. “I want to forget that I’m wallpaper. That no one sees me. That all of the men on the crew treat me like a sister or a friend, not a woman. You guys love to stare at Ensign Lucinda’s assets. She bends over and all the guys stop and stare. I could do the same thing and nothing,” she gritted out. She knew she was digging herself a hole that she couldn’t get out of but she was too tired and angry to care. “I just want to be the center of attention for once even if it means nothing.” “Rena…” She cut him off. “Forget it, never mind. You wouldn’t understand. Forget I even said anything. It was stupid.” She turned on her heel and left, ignoring him calling after her. The doors swooshed shut and she power-walked to the lifts, punched the up button with more force than needed. “You okay, Rena?” Jason asked. A wicked urge took hold of her. “Do you want to have dinner with me?” she asked. Her brain and mouth were still not cooperating with each other. “Sure, what time should I pick you up?” Jason asked, grinning.
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“Eight o’clock.” “I’ll be there.” “Don’t be late. This is a one-time offer.” The elevator doors slid open and she stepped in; turning around, she punched the button for her floor. As the doors closed she saw the shocked look on Drogan’s face. Once the doors were closed she leaned against the back of the cab, head hanging down, heart threatening to beat out of her chest. “Oh fuck, what the hell have I done,” she groaned. When the doors opened to her floor, she walked out shaking her head. Her mind was going a mile a minute as she tried to come up with a reason to get out of her date with Jason. She paced the small sitting area of her quarters, trying to think of anything that wouldn’t sound like an excuse. She felt nauseous. She glanced at the clock. She had four hours until dinner with Jason. She walked to her desk and turned on her console. She decided to bury herself in work. It was the only thing that would take her mind off the colossal mistake she had just made. Three hours later a small screen popped up on her computer. It was a message from Drogan requesting her notes from a vidconference he’d had a few weeks ago. She shuffled through her papers until she found them. She placed them on top of the pile of notes she needed to give him. She sent him a quick message telling him to come by her quarters to pick them up and where to look. A quick glance at the clock let her know she had twenty minutes until Jason would come to get her. She slouched down in her seat. She would feel horrible if she didn’t go on the dinner date with him, just as she would feel badly if she did. She had used him in anger, wanting to get the patronizing tone of Drogan out of her head and prove that she was a woman men wanted. Now she was stuck. She trudged to the bathroom, figuring she should just get the date over with even if she would feel miserable and horrible while on it. She turned on the shower, quickly undressed, and stepped into the warm spray of water.
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She had only been in the stall for a few minutes when she heard Drogan’s voice call out to her just beyond the door of the bathroom. “Where are the notes?” She turned away from the spray and wiped water off her face, ignoring how her body tightened in response to that sexy, gruff, deep baritone. “The desk, the notes are on the desk,” she called out and turned back to her shower. She didn’t have time to entertain her arousal. Where she would usually take her time, build up a fantasy in her mind and let her fingers do the walking, she still had a date in a few minutes. She finished quickly, stepped out of the stall and grabbed a towel. Wrapped only in the towel, she rushed into her bedroom only to stop short when she heard two voices talking. Tilting her head, she listened to the conversation. Drogan was talking to Jason. “Just treat her right,” Drogan ordered. “Don’t worry, Captain. I swear I’ll treat her right.” She rolled her eyes. Drogan was acting like her father trying to size up a date. She shook her head and went to her closet. She selected a pair of dark pants and a simple red sweater. She quickly slathered lotion on her body and started dressing, not choosing the sexy underwear she would wear if it were a real date. Instead, she slipped on the comfortable cotton panty and bra set that Jason would most definitely not be seeing. She pulled on her pants and sweater. Slipping her feet into simple black flats, she grabbed a small purse with her crew ID in it and left her bedroom to stop short. Drogan still sat there on her couch talking with Jason. “Why the hell are you still here?” she demanded. Annoyance quickly turned to anger. Drogan stood up quickly. “He and I were just discussing the latest sports scores.” She resisted rolling her eyes and marched over to Jason. She grabbed his hand and tugged him with her to the door. “Good night, Captain, sir,” she threw over her shoulder as the door closed behind them. She dragged Jason all the way to the lifts and punched the up button.
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“Wow, I had no idea you were so eager to go out with me. Had I known I would have asked you out sooner,” Jason said. She glanced over at him to find him smiling at her, eagerness shining in his eyes. She groaned inwardly. She just knew her night was not going to end well.
Chapter Three Drogan resisted the urge to go after them. He clenched his jaw and reined in his temper. The thought of Jason being on a date with her, much less touching her, pissed him off. He had felt her pain when she told him how lonely she was. His heart ached for her. Then the ache turned into anger then desire. He wanted to show her just what he thought of her wallpaper comment. He had wanted to get up from his desk, rip off her clothes and show her he did see her and had wanted to see a lot more of her. Her anger and low self-esteem left a bitter taste in his mouth. When she had left his office he’d chased after her only to witness the last thing he wanted -- her asking Jason out on a date. He could have wrung Jason’s neck for accepting, even having the nerve to smile about it. The man should be nowhere near his Rena, much less on a date with her. He had been mentally kicking himself for holding back when talking to her. He had wanted to tell her. Hell, he had wanted to do more than tell her what he felt for her. He wanted to show her over and over again just how much he noticed her, desired her. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, trying to find something calming inside of himself. Something that would keep him from going to the cafeteria and hauling her down to his quarters to give her a lesson on just how sexy she was to him. The scent of jasmine rushed up his nose causing his brain to go into a temporary fog of desire. His cock became hard in an instant. He had managed to calm himself down while she was in the bathroom. His mind had played out many sexual possibilities in a shower with her only to have cold water thrown on his fire when he answered her door to find a grinning Jason on the other side. He’d wanted to smack the redhead and order him to leave at once. But instead he made Jason promise to treat Rena with respect. Although Jason had promised to
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treat Rena right, Drogan knew Jason all too well. Hell, the man was his cousin and old wingman before Drogan became captain of the Hades’ Helmet. They had been a holy terror to the female populace, even sharing women at times. Now he refused to share Rena with anyone. Blowing out a breath, he left her quarters and headed for his own. He did his security routine and entered the dim room. “Lights,” he called out. He made his way to his desk and placed the pile of papers down. He sat down in his executive chair and put as much concentration as he could into going over the notes before him. He had finally gotten to the bottom of the pile of papers when he found a small, unmarked silver disc. “Must be the hardcopy,” he said to himself. Just to make sure, he slipped the disc into the console and waited for the computer to read the data. He had looked away from the monitor for a second when he heard a male voice come onto the speakers. “On your knees,” the voice growled. He glanced back at the screen. His heart stopped. Rena sank down to her knees, a blindfold around her eyes. Her long hair was unbound, falling around her shoulders in waves. He gulped. At first he was concerned with what he was seeing. There were two other men in the room. One of them walked over to her and gripped her hair in one of his hands. He pulled back gently until her face was tilted up toward him. “Are you sure you want this? Do you understand what you are asking for?” “Yes, Master,” she replied in a husky whisper. “Get on all fours. Ass in the air,” the man holding her hair ordered. She did as she was told. Her high, rounded ass lifted up as if in offering. “Fuck,” Drogan uttered as his cock came to attention immediately. It was the same tone he fantasized about when he jerked off. Drogan reached down to caress the hard shaft pressing against the material of his standard issue uniform pants. He watched as the scene progressed. First one man dropped to his knees behind her, running his hands over her body with tenderness, reverence even. Rena stayed still as best she could. Only a slight tremble betrayed her.
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One man took her from behind while the other two watched. Drogan’s hand moved faster over his cloth-covered cock. But it wasn’t enough. He quickly hit the pause button, stood up and undressed before sitting back down. A small sense of guilt nudged him but it didn’t last for long. He opened a drawer and took out a bottle of lube. Squeezing the clear gel into the palm of his hand, he stroked his shaft from root to tip, pausing to smear pre-come over the thick head of his penis before sliding his hand down. He pushed play with his free hand and watched as Rena began to climax; jealousy warred with arousal and arousal won. Her soft moans and cries filled the quiet of his quarters. The first man took her hard and fast, spanking each ass cheek occasionally. When Rena couldn’t take it anymore, the man let her rest only to have another one start the process of bringing her to climax with his mouth. The second man gently rolled Rena onto her back, spread her legs and buried himself between her thighs. Her hips arched up off the floor. She ground her pussy in the man’s face as he gripped her hips tightly. She rode his mouth as the other two men dropped down to the floor, flicking, nipping and sucking the hardened peaks of her nipples into their mouths. She writhed and moaned beneath them. It wasn’t long before she screamed as she came, body wracked with shakes. Drogan’s own climax joined hers. His hips bucked off the chair as his hand pumped his cock faster and faster until he fell over the edge, crying out Rena’s name. Drogan came down from his high, breathing in harsh pants. He let himself calm down and pushed the pause button. He found a box of wet naps and cleaned up. He threw the used towelette in the trash and looked up at the screen. The frozen image on the monitor showed Rena on her hands and knees, mouth agape, ready to take in the hardened shaft of one of the men with her in the room. His cock twitched and he groaned. His eyes roamed to the bar at the bottom of the screen indicating how long the disc would run for. He shook his head. Almost thirty-six hours of footage and he’d only watched about two hours of it. He pushed a button on the tabletop. A soft pop and he picked up the monitor, bringing it to bed with
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him. Paperwork forgotten, all that mattered was delving further into the mind of Rena. Part of him wanted to return the disc to her and a wicked, curious side of him wanted to see what lay beyond the sensible exterior. To finally get to know the sensual, sexy woman that she hid so carefully. He placed the monitor on an armrest next to the bed. With a push of a button he was able to arrange the monitor so he could watch it in comfort in bed. He was now able to take hold of his cock without feeling crowded. He leaned forward, pushed the play button and watched the scene unfold. Drogan came so many times that night he lost count and felt light-headed. He’d seen Rena get taken by three men all at the same time. She’d been tied down and slowly aroused by just one man, then taken by two at one time. She’d had five men on her, two to suck her nipples and three to fill every orifice she had. He had never seen her so wild, free and open before. He almost felt dirty for watching such intimate moments and yet he couldn’t stop himself. Greedily, he watched every frame, burned every fantasy she had enacted in his mind and stored it away for later. Even though he was loath to admit it, she had seemed to enjoy having more than one man with her. He knew he would refuse to allow any other man to take her without him if she asked for this particular fantasy. He had watched at least five hours of the footage before turning off the screen to let sleep consume him. He vowed to make a copy of the disc and give her back the original the next day. He refused to relinquish something that showed her in a different light. Besides, he thought to himself, this was as close as he would ever get to having sex with her.
*** Panic raced through Rena’s body as she tore her quarters apart. She sank down, panting, sweat pouring down her brow. She’d been searching for the disc for the last two hours and still no sign of it. She swore, regretting not having labeled it properly. As soon as she’d returned to the ship and unpacked, she’d been called back to her duties. Her life had become a hectic jumble of meetings, conferences, scheduling and chores.
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She had almost forgotten about the disc, always swearing before she went to sleep to label and hide the disc in the morning, only to forget about it when the time came. Her date with Jason had been a bust. Not only had it been boring but at times her mind would wander off to Drogan. She found herself wishing, longing, he were eating dinner with her, regaling her with stories of his crazy antics. Instead she’d had to settle for the usual “trying to impress the date” spiel that she’d heard from Jason and her various dates at least a hundred times. She’d given up all pretense of listening to him and told him she was tired and needed to go back to her quarters. He had seemed to take that as some sort of signal that he was getting sex only to be dismissed as soon as they got to the door. He seemed to pout when she bid him good night rather than invite him in for a nightcap. She didn’t give it much thought, more concerned with going through her nightly routine and getting a good night’s sleep. She wasn’t sure what triggered her urge to look for the disc. Perhaps it was the large pile of papers on her desk gone and the sudden panic that she had put the disc on her desk and now it was in the hands of Drogan who might, at that very moment, be watching it, watching her. In a mad rush she’d gone through her quarters and had yet to find it. She felt like crying. Hanging her head, she sniffled. She prayed that he didn’t have the disc or if he did he hadn’t had a chance to look at it. Rena felt raw, vulnerable and exposed, and she hated that feeling. If Drogan did have the disc and was watching it, he was seeing her as she had never wanted him to. She felt dirty and ashamed. She’d allowed herself to finally indulge in her secret desires and needs, things she could never truly admit to another person. Now Drogan could see everything she kept inside. “Oh, God,” she gasped. She remembered the very last fantasy. Large tears rolled down her cheeks as she slumped forward. If he’d seen it, he would fire her for sure. Not because she wasn’t a good assistant but because he would undoubtedly be uncomfortable dealing with her feelings for him. After all, on several occasions they had spoken intimately. Due to her emotions toward him, perhaps he would feel that he had
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allowed her to see too much of himself in an open light and that caused her feelings. He would feel guilty and need to let her go because there was no way in all of the universe that he would reciprocate her feelings. She was his friend and that was it. Large wet spots formed on the papers bunched in her hand as she cried, wanting to scream at how cruel fate could be. The last man she had ever wanted to see her so open now had her heart and career in his hands, and he could crush both with a few words. She sat on the floor a few more minutes before wiping the tears and her nose with the back of her hand and rising. She cleaned up as best she could before she undressed and crawled into bed. Sleep didn’t claim her quickly enough and her mind played out thousands of humiliating, horrifying possibilities. When her alarm went off she reached out from under the covers to turn it off. Burying herself further under her duvet, she closed her eyes and decided to call in sick that day. But life apparently hated her. Her door started to buzz and Drogan’s voice came over the intercom. She squeezed her eyes shut and ignored him, or, at least, she tried to. Drogan didn’t seem to want to be ignored. Much to her fury and annoyance he used his security clearance to bypass her system and stroll into her quarters. “Hey, get up, it’s noon,” he said, too cheerfully for her taste. She grumbled and snuggled deeper under the covers. “Rena? Are you okay?” She would have rolled her eyes; instead she squeezed them shut and willed him to go away, far away. “Rena?” He felt around on the bed; finding her leg, he took hold of her calf and shook her. She wanted to kick him. She lay still instead and he let go of her leg. She squeaked when she felt the cover slide off of her body. She made a mad grab for the blanket and sheets only to get air instead. “Are you okay?” She opened her mouth to give him an acerbic retort only to stop when she saw the concern in his eyes.
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“Oh my God, did Jason hurt you?” he demanded, anger flashing in the black depths of his eyes. Caught off guard by the accusation, she lay there confused, unable to say anything. He dropped down to the floor on his knees, taking her hands into his. She looked down. His large palms swallowed her small hands. Heat slowly slid up her arms. “Tell me, sweetheart, what did he do?” She blinked, trying to understand why he was so concerned. Then she latched onto the endearment which only added to the confusion. “Honey, it’s okay. Tell me, did he hit you? Force you to have sex with him? You can tell me.” He squeezed her hands in what she took to be a sign of comfort. She opened her mouth to speak but was too confused to put into words what she was thinking. Her emotions were a roiling tide within her, crashing against one another, and it was hard to separate each one and put into words how she felt. “What happened after the date?” “Nothing,” she finally croaked, wincing inwardly at how raw her voice sounded. “Sweetheart, you look like hell. Your eyes are swollen, puffy and bloodshot. You look like you have a bruise on your cheek. What happened? I swear I won’t kill him.” She blinked again. His voice was a low growl, edged with anger. When his words finally penetrated her mind, she yanked her hands from his and scrambled out of bed. She dashed to the bathroom and skidded to a stop in front of the mirror to see he was right. She looked like she had gotten into a fight and had lost. Tears welled up in her eyes again. Her hair stuck up in all directions. Her eyes were swollen, red lips puffy, and a dark bruise marred the smooth skin of her cheek. She went through her actions last night and groaned when she remembered tripping over a pillow and hitting the side of her face on a vase in her mad-dash search for the disc among her storage boxes. She trudged past him, picked up her blanket and crawled back onto the bed, pulling the covering over her body and closing her eyes. The bed dipped, and his hand slipped under the covers. She felt his palm on her back, rubbing small circles in between her shoulder blades.
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“Did Jason hurt you?” he asked, his tone emotionless. “No.” “You don’t have to lie, sweetheart. I’ll ask again, did he hurt you?” The endearment lanced pain through her heart. “No,” she spat out, hating how easily the affection slipped from his lips. “You can be honest…” She threw back the blanket and looked over her shoulder at him, eyes narrowed. “He didn’t do anything to me, nor did we have sex. I tripped and hit a vase.” “Very…” “Don’t you dare call me a liar. That’s what happened.” She turned her head back and pulled the covers over her shoulder. His hand was still on her back. “Okay, so do you want to tell me why you were crying?” “It’s my time of the month, I’m emotional,” she lied. His hand on her back faltered briefly before continuing in small circles, moving downward, spreading heat with his firm touch. Her body slowly awakened, pushed away sorrow, self-loathing and regret. Arousal unfurled inside of her and she hated it. “Do you need a heating pad? Some of those pills that help with the cramps? What are you craving? I know you like chocolate pancakes. Want some of those?” He sounded so damn caring, she almost hated his thoughtfulness. He sounded so concerned for her comfort. She hated herself even more for lying to him. “I just want to sleep,” she murmured. “Okay, I have a few things to take care of. I’ll check on you later. I’ll bring some soup or something. I know you complain about your stomach when you’re like this. Sleep well.” She stifled a sob. He was being so sweet. She felt like a bitch and yet if he found that disc and watched it, his view of her would change. She curled up into the smallest ball she could. She just wanted it all to go away. She heard the door to her quarters open then close. She let go of her tears hoping against hope he hadn’t watched that disc.
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She had no idea how she would handle it if he ever looked at her differently because of it.
*** Drogan felt like an ass for not just returning the disc right then and there. He’d had every intention of copying it and just giving her the original, telling her he hadn’t played it, just thought it was blank. But the wicked, horny voice inside of him convinced him to keep it, watch it and use it. He had a nagging feeling she had been crying because of the lost disc. That she had discovered its absence and panicked. He would beat himself up later. For now he had to keep himself from going back into her quarters, climbing up on that bed and pulling her to him. He promised himself he would keep the disc a little while longer so that he could find the best opportunity to put it back into her quarters. He headed back to his rooms. He still had work to do and a little bit more of the disc to watch.
Chapter Four One day turned into two weeks. He had watched the disc so many times he knew every minute of it by heart. Now the smallest things she did brought on sexual thoughts. He was slowly being driven mad. Her every fantasy, desire, need was on a loop in his head to be brought up at the most inopportune times. The good intentions he’d had to return the disc had deteriorated. Now he didn’t want to let it out of his sight for fear that she would destroy it. Even if he had a copy, it wouldn’t be enough. He no longer just wanted the disc, he wanted the woman on it as well. He needed the carefree, wanton, sexual being that had submitted to her desires and the men in her fantasies. He wanted to dominate her, show her he could give her what she needed in ways she never thought possible. The more he thought about it, the more firing her began to appeal to him. He just had to convince her to give into him and stay with him afterward. A plan formed in his mind. He felt it would be cruel but it was the only way. He had watched the disc to the end and had been shocked by the last fantasy. She wanted him. She had cried out his name over and over again as she’d come while the droid had interrogated her with every sexual technique programmed into it. After that he knew he had to let her go. He didn’t want to leave his post as captain of the Hades’ Helmet. He also didn’t want to lose her. The only way to have both, he thought, was to fire her and tie her to him. He loathed blackmailing her but she was a stubborn woman who would refuse to believe that his true motives were driven by attraction, need, desire and love. No, he knew he would have to be almost cruel to her, something he hated. He was going to need to be a heartless bastard and to win her over he was going to have to force her to submit to him in the only way he could. Blackmail. But he knew he couldn’t do it alone. For his plan to work he would need help. “You’re shitting me,” Jason exclaimed, eyeing Drogan in disbelief.
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Drogan shook his head. “No, I’m not.” “All this time you’ve wanted her and you let me make a fool of myself? You could have told me instead of going all barbarian on me whenever I asked her out.” “I knew she’d rebuff you but as far as I’m concerned, regs are the problem.” “Screw regs. You want her, ask her out.” Drogan shook his head again. “It’s not that simple.” “Explain,” Jason asked, black eyes demanding answers. Drogan paused to find the words. “She refuses to break the rules and I refuse to give up rank. We’re at an impasse.” “You are both idiots, is more like it,” Jason muttered. Drogan smiled, agreeing silently. “I need a way to get the advantage.” “So, firing her is the only way?” Jason asked. “Yes.” “I don’t like it.” “Neither do I but she’s too damn stubborn,” insisted Drogan. “You both are. No one will believe you about her.” “I know but what choice do I have?” “Walk away?” offered Jason. “No. If I walk away then you guys are screwed. You know Tyron is next in line for a promotion. He’d get this ship, crew and all, if I leave.” “Tyron,” Jason sneered. Tyron Mathson was what Drogan called “hard core.” Tyron believed in the old regs and didn’t hesitate to raise a hand against a crewmember if they failed to perform a task to perfection. Drogan was all that stood between Tryon and the Hades’ Helmet. That was another reason he couldn’t just leave. His crew depended on him to be fair. Leaving them in the hands of Tyron was irresponsible. He wouldn’t do that to them. “So, you’re going to claim that Rena is a nympho and fire her, huh?” “Yes.”
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“She’ll hate you, you know. What is she supposed to do for a job after this? No self-respecting captain or officer will hire her. Only pervs would do that, and I don’t care to see her working for the likes of, say, Brackett or Thompson, who are known perverts. Lord knows why the Fed keeps them around.” “They keep them around because, despite knowing what they are, there is no proof of it,” Drogan responded in disgust. “Why’d you pick nympho as your reason anyway?” Drogan didn’t want to go into it, so he made up an excuse. “It was the only thing I could think of that made sense. After all, her record is too clean, and her last physical and psych evaluation came out all stars so I had to make up something. Besides, on the main form I don’t have to specify. It would be between me and her.” “You’re still a bastard.” “Yeah, a horny bastard who’s an idiot.” “That, dear cousin, is very true.” Drogan sat back in his chair, eyes roaming over the cafeteria. He hadn’t seen Rena since that morning. He’d damn near come in his pants when she tripped and landed on all fours in his office. He would have sworn she had done it on purpose if they hadn’t hit a meteor cluster and were trying to weave through it without doing too much damage to the ship. He had watched her gather her strewn papers and rise to her feet, while he sat there staring at her. If Jason hadn’t entered his office just then to give him a status report, Drogan was pretty sure he would have risen from his seat and tried to undress her. He absently rubbed the erection threatening to burst out of his pants. He needed relief and his hand wasn’t doing the job. As soon as Rena’d left the office, Jason shook his head and said, “Use the fantasy suites. You look like you’re about to go crazy.” Drogan sighed. He didn’t want to use the fantasy suites but had no choice. They were three weeks away from arriving on Earth. Once they arrived at the Federation space station, he’d be firing Rena. Everything was in place. He’d made sure she knew his schedule for the next three months. After leaving Earth, they would head to the
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Green Zone to refuel for two months. Then they would be going to the Nevada Station before heading back out on another mission. He had reinforced how long they would be gone from space stations and outposts after the Nevada Station, making sure she understood that they wouldn’t be returning to any civilized sector for quite a while. He made her memorize the codes for his suite on the space station and emphasized that due to the station’s reputation that there would be security stationed at the entrance to his rooms. Once she was able to tell him from memory the locking codes for his rooms and the names of the security guards, he’d dismissed her. If she thought he was acting oddly, she didn’t mention it, much to his relief. Everything was laid out according to plan. He had a meeting with the general to discuss her dismissal. He’d made sure there was enough money in her account for a round trip ticket to the Nevada Station and back to Earth. Although he had no intention of allowing her to go back to Earth. He was going to strand her at the station. She would have no choice but to go with him. After a few words with the general over a video conference, the man promised to make sure that any accusations brought on by him would not be included in her file. After Drogan explained why he was firing one of his most competent assistants, the general asked Drogan why he couldn’t just have called in a favor and asked the general to look the other way. Drogan didn’t want anyone to look the other way. When he claimed Rena, everyone would know and no one could protest. Drogan left his office and made his way to suite number five, his own private fantasy suite. He punched in his code, placed his hand over the scanner and waited for the light to turn green. Cool air wafted over him as the doors parted with a soft whoosh. Anticipation hummed through his body, his skin felt tight, and his cock was rock hard. It throbbed painfully with each beat of his heart. He shed his clothes in record time as he walked to the large, cushioned silver chair that sat in the middle of the large room. Shiny black surfaces reflected everything back at him on every panel from floor to ceiling. His cock gently bounced with each
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step. Sinking down into the deep, velvet depths of the chair, he pushed a button and closed his eyes as the chair tilted back and extended so his whole body was resting on the cushioned surface. A soft whirring sound filled the silent stillness of the room as a small mask rose on a bar from the armrest of the chair. He took the mask and placed it over his face, closing his eyes once again, quelling a sense of claustrophobia that had surfaced. Opening his eyes, he pushed a button on the side of mask and waited. The chair started to vibrate before images began to flit before his eyes, playing on the small black screens that covered the eye slots. It took him a while to get pulled into what he was seeing. He barely felt the caress of the chair reforming around him, encasing him in silken fabric that wrapped around his body. He drew in a breath when he felt a gentle squeeze on his cock as light, silken touches circled his nipples, plucked the hardened peaks. His balls were being tugged and rolled gently as his fantasy played before his eyes. Rena came to him wearing nothing but a red satin sheet. The smooth fabric slowly slipped down her body, uncovering her full, dark chocolate-tipped breasts. Her nipples were already tightened, thick nubs just begging for his mouth to suck them. The fabric slipped down over her slightly rounded belly, exposing her bare mound. His hips jerked forward. His cock wanted to sink into her hot, wet, tight depths. He wanted to feel the walls of her vagina clench around him as he thrust into her. Her thick thighs were the next exposed to his hungry gaze. He felt soft ripples running up and down his shaft, from root to tip as his nipples were being tugged. Soft touches caressed his legs, back, neck, arms, stomach, all over. He was slowly burning up as he watched Rena turn, exposing her high, rounded ass to his gaze. He wanted to see her on all fours, bottom high in the air, begging for him to spank her or fuck her in her back entrance or both. Humid air passed his lips in a hiss when his nipples were pinched. Shards of electricity went straight to his groin. His cock twitched in response, and he ached to come. He wanted the blessed relief of being drained after an orgasm.
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He longed for a dreamless sleep where Rena didn’t haunt him, where his guilt for what he was about to do wouldn’t poke and prod him. He watched as Rena placed one leg on a semicircular bed, her head turned to look over her shoulder at him. Her luminous dark brown eyes sparkled with desire and need. Her other leg rose and she proceeded to crawl toward the center, keeping her eyes on him. Her shoulders and the cheeks of her ass rose and fell with each movement. Like a sleek jungle cat on the prowl. He followed her, climbing onto the bed, eagerness dictating his every movement. Cool air caressed his body, and gooseflesh rose on his skin as he made his way toward her. There was no finesse in his movements. These were not the actions of a seducer. His lust, his need for her, had stripped away all of his careful control. He desired her that badly. In his fantasy he reached out and grabbed her hips harshly, fingers digging into the soft, firm flesh. Letting go of one hip, he took hold of his cock. With no preparation, he positioned the head of his shaft at her entrance. He nearly came when he entered her, feeling the moist heat of her core. He thrust into her hard, ignoring her gasp of surprise. He didn’t stop pushing his hips until he was balls deep inside of her wet, tight heat. He withdrew only to thrust into her again, hard, harsh, branding shoves. He was fucking her, not making love to her as he had so many nights, in his dreams. He pumped his hips as his hand came up to take hold of her hair. He pulled it until her head bowed back. Her mouth hung open as soft moans passed between her lips. Her walls clenched around him as her hips moved back to meet his thrusts. The sound of wet flesh filled his ears as the silken cocoon around him stimulated his body, tightened around his shaft, and stroked the hardened rod with soft, smooth pumps. He could almost believe that Rena’s cunt was wrapped around his heated flesh. The blanket rolled and plucked his nipples, delved between the cheeks of his ass to tease the puckered bud of his anus. Soft, silken hands rolled and tugged his balls gently as light caresses traced the area between his scrotum and back entrance. His hips thrust
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upward, the fabric feeling as though it were melting around his cock, squeezing his shaft just under the thick mushroom head, staving off his orgasm. He growled in frustration. His hips jerked faster and faster as if trying to punch a hole through the fabric. Faster and faster he drove his hips, the cloth contracting around his shaft. In the fantasy he pounded her pussy, sweat sliding down his chest, stomach, arms, and forehead. He moved in concert with his fantasy self. Flames licked their way up his spine. His body started to shake, his stomach tightened. He came, crying out Rena’s name. His come hit the cloth. Warm trails of liquid coated his shaft, sliding down his balls. He continued to pump his hips as the blanket continued to squeeze his shaft. The last dribbles of his release slipped down his cock. He closed his eyes, panted in harsh breaths. He swore and shoved the mask off of his face as he tried to sit up. His vision swam and he felt light-headed. Anger engulfed him as he tried to gain his breath. He didn’t want fantasies or substitutes. He wanted her, needed her. Once his body had calmed down and he could catch his breath he sat up. The silken fabric slid down his chest causing shivers, and bumps broke out on his skin as desire coiled within him. His need for her hadn’t slackened. He was still hungry for the feel of her body against his, her nipples scraping his chest, her nails digging into his shoulders, the scent of her desire surrounding him, mingling with the aroma of sex in the air. He could smell her perfume. Feel the softness of her skin against his palms. He gritted his teeth. Arrival at Earth couldn’t come soon enough.
*** Orbiting Earth…
The large blue marble glowed with an indescribable light as Rena gazed out the window of Drogan’s office. In a few hours she would step foot on New Earth, a planet whose environmental damage had been reversed through alien technology. The oceans were clean, the air purified. The cost, though, had been one third of Earth’s population,
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lost due to nuclear war and disease. Drogan had told her he wanted to go over a few last details before her leave. She tried to calm her body down, but her heart was beating erratically. Heat danced along her nerves. Her pussy clenched as her stomach tightened. Over the last few weeks she had been having the most erotic dreams about Drogan. Her mind played out all the scenarios that she had experienced at the Fantasy Spa. All the droids’ faces would morph into Drogan’s. It would be Drogan taking her from behind. Drogan fucking her from underneath, Drogan all around her, taking her to heights of pleasure she could only imagine. She became so engrossed in thoughts of her dreams that she didn’t hear him come in. She turned around with a smile on her face only to have it falter. He looked serious, and fear rose inside of her. Something had happened. She tried to think over the last few weeks. Had someone been hurt when they had made their way through the last meteor cluster? “Sit down, Rena, please.” He took his seat behind his desk and gestured toward the visitor’s chair across from him. She walked over to the chair and sat down reluctantly. Worry ate at her. “Is someone hurt? What’s wrong, Captain? Sir, did something happen?” She resisted the urge to nibble her bottom lip. “I’m sorry, Rena, but I have to let you go.” His voice was unemotional. Rena’s mouth dropped open. Her mind was blank. She just sat there staring at him. All she could hear was a rushing sound in her ears. Her heart skipped a beat. “Why?” she croaked. She winced inwardly at how cracked her voice was. His dark eyes looked back at her, hardened, and his jaw tightened. In a sign of nervousness she rocked side to side, sliding her hands underneath her thighs to keep them from fidgeting. A rough sound filled the silence as he cleared his throat. “You’ve been accused of suffering from acute nymphomania.”
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Her jaw dropped. She went numb; her hands, stuck underneath her thighs, started to shake. Someone had found the disc. Someone had watched it and now her fears were playing out right before her eyes. “Who… who has accused me of this?” She wanted to cry -- he believed that person. The way he looked at her had changed. He didn’t show it but she just knew he was disgusted by what he had probably been shown. Tears blurred her vision, burning her eyes. She withdrew her hands from their captivity to dig into her thighs, and tiny sparks of pain burst as her nails dug into the fabric of her uniform, into her flesh. “I cannot disclose that. What I can do is offer you a generous severance package and ask that you leave the ship quietly.” He was so quiet, so still, so unemotional, she hated him in that moment. She wanted to see his disgust with her. Wanted to know what he truly thought of her, not the robot of a man before her. Her humiliation turned to anger. “I want proof of this accusation,” she demanded, waiting breathlessly for him to produce the evidence of her downfall. He opened a file and slid out a small silver disc. Her hands shook as her nails continued to dig into her thighs. “That looks like a blank silver disc to me.” She felt a momentary amount of pride at how steady she sounded. He reached out and took back the disc, slid it into a slot on the desk and an image of her bound, hands high over her head, her legs wrapped around a droid’s hips as he thrust into her while their mouths were entangled with each other, played out for her in crystal clear color. Her mouth went dry as pain pierced her heart. She hung her head, feeling bile creep up her throat as the tears slipped down her cheeks faster and faster. “Turn it off,” she whispered, all shreds of dignity slowly falling away. Silence blanketed the room as seconds ticked by. Her nails were no longer digging into her thighs. Her hands were clenched, and her fingernails dug into her palms. She was so numb she didn’t notice the pain. Her head rose as she looked at him, vision blurred through her tears as she desperately tried to fight for any ounce of decency. “That’s just one disc. How can I be accused of nymphomania with just one disc?”
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“You were at the Fantasy Spa for how long?”
She swore silently. “A week,” she whispered.
“How long?” he asked again.
“One week,” she spat.
“By my count the number of scenarios played out on that disc alone, well… Let’s
not tally up the exact number. I would normally dismiss this type of thing but after seeing the disc, I can’t.” “Why?” “Because if word got out about this disc and what was on it, there could be problems.” “Please explain.” “This is a small ship. Do you honestly want to continue to face the rest of the crew if word got out about this?” Her face burned at the humiliation she would undoubtedly get from some of the bolder persons on the crew. “Isn’t there a way to bury the disc?” “I’m afraid not. There could be copies.” “Who is accusing me?” “I can’t tell you.” “This is my reputation.” “And this is my ship. I would protect you but these things could go higher than me where my word would mean very little. You’re asking me to risk my crew and ship on you. What if I lose? Then this crew and ship are in the hands of Captain Tyron.” She groaned. Captain Tyron was a rival of Drogan’s. He had made it very clear he wanted Drogan’s ship and crew and would do anything to get it, use any means. Her disc, if it fell into his hands, could be the ammunition he needed against Drogan. “What I did… that can’t be…” She couldn’t use the term. It refused to pass from her lips.
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“No, but as you know, the amount of sex on that disc could be considered grounds for an investigation. Do you honestly want that? That could take weeks, even months, and everything on that disc would be laid bare for all to see.” She shook. She felt cold and hot at the same time. She was going to be sick. She wanted to curl up in a ball and cry. “Rena, if there was another way, I would go that route, but there isn’t. I’m sorry. I’ll try to keep the reasons for your firing off the record. I can’t guarantee it, but I’ll try. I’m sorry we have to part like this. I’ll give you a week to get your things and go. Your last paycheck and severance package will be in your bank account by the end of the week. I am sorry. It was a pleasure working with you.” He rose without a further word and left the office. As soon as the doors shut she let out a sob. By the time she left his office the ship was quiet, and most of the crew were in their quarters. She ignored anyone enquiring about the rumor she was leaving the ship or asking her if she was okay. She went to her quarters and numbly packed up her belongings, feeling wounded and betrayed. For the last time in her quarters she took a shower and curled up in bed. She couldn’t sleep. Instead she shoved back the covers and continued packing until there was nothing left. She pulled out a hover cart and stacked as many boxes into the basket as she could. She was gone from the ship that night before the full crew had risen for the day. She left no goodbye or reason for her departure. She hadn’t wanted to stay. The pain was just too much for her to bear. It was hard enough leaving the ship; it was downright painful having to say goodbye to Drogan.
Chapter Five Drogan was like a caged tiger. He wanted to hurt something, anything, especially himself. He was torn up inside. A primal scream threatened to erupt from his throat as the tears burned his eyes. He hadn’t left his quarters in two weeks. Ever since Rena’s departure he hadn’t wanted to face the questions from the crew as to why Rena had left. Sitting through her firing, watching her break apart, was like ripping out his heart. He wanted to turn the ship around and get her back but refused to do so. To keep her, his ship and crew, she would have to come to him. The intercom buzzed and he groaned. He willed the person to go away. When the doors swished open he knew Jason had used his security access codes to get in. “You should know that somehow the reason for your firing Rena has gotten out.” Drogan sat up in bed, covers falling away to reveal his bare chest. “What? How?” Jason shook his head. “Don’t know. I know you have the disc but the paperwork for her firing was gone.” Drogan pushed the covers away and scrambled out of bed. “Fucking hell, someone must have gone into my office and found the paperwork.” “That’s what I thought. I checked the logs, and nothing has been sent back to the Fed Headquarters so I’m guessing they refused to file it out of disbelief.” “God, I hope so.” Drogan started to pace. “The crew wants answers, Captain, answers that only you can give them.” Drogan didn’t feel like explaining but knew he had to for things to work out the way he wanted them to. “Where are we on the schedule?” “We’re two weeks out, heading for the Green Zone.”
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“Fine, tell the crew I’ll explain things on our way to Nevada 896-04 but not until then.” Jason opened his mouth as if to protest but Drogan shook his head. “Not before then.” “Yes, Captain.” “Go. I’ve got to shower and get dressed.” Jason nodded. He’d turned as if to go when he said softly, “I miss her too.” Drogan’s shoulders sank and Jason finally left his quarters. “Soon I’ll have her back right where she belongs.” Drogan took his shower, got dressed and made his way to the bridge of the ship, taking command. Despite their questioning gazes he told the crew he would explain on their way to the spaceport orbiting Nevada 896-04, and he kept that promise.
*** Two months later…
Rena sat on the transport to the Nevada 896-04 Spaceport. When she’d arrived on Earth she had stayed in her apartment. She got up only to eat, use the bathroom and bathe, repeating the process without thought or care. She was in too much pain. What was worse was her sense of betrayal by Drogan. He hadn’t even tried to protect her or destroy the disc. She understood his sense of duty and loyalty to his ship and crew, but in those moments in his office he had made it clear where she stood with him. She was not a part of his crew; she was just someone he had hired. She didn’t deserve the same lengths he would go to for any one of the men and women under his command. That was what hurt most of all. He had cast her in the role of a temp unworthy of such loyalty no matter how many years she had worked for him. He hadn’t looked disgusted with her. It was almost as if she didn’t deserve his disgust or any emotion at all. After three weeks of moping, anger took the place of pain. She was mad at herself for being so careless in the first place. She was angry at him most of all because he could do the same thing she had and get away with it.
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When she had signed onto the Hades’ Helmet she had heard all about his reputation with the ladies. Unlike Jason, Drogan didn’t go after crewmembers. No, he went after gorgeous women who were models, actresses, daughters of Fed commanders; anyone attractive was game to him. She had at one time or another seen his infamous charm in action and envied the women who were his prey. She heard whispers of his bedroom prowess and his abilities on the mattress. He was said to be the spaceship captain’s version of Casanova. It angered her in ways she couldn’t fathom, that despite what she had done at the Fantasy Spa to blow off steam and try and put her desires to bed, he could look down on her. Call her a nympho for doing something about all the pent-up sexual desire she had. Yes, she may have gone overboard trying to live out every one of her fantasies in a week. And thank the gods she hadn’t injured herself. But that still shouldn’t have been grounds for dismissal. If that were justification for being fired then Jason -- hell, even Drogan should have left the ship too. The double standard he had used to let her go pushed back any sense of self-loathing or sadness she had. She was determined to get the disc back without seeing him. It would be too painful and humiliating. She knew the schedule well; he had reiterated it to her over and over again enough times. She would search his suite of rooms, get the disc and get the hell out of there. Beyond the anger was still the open wound that hurt and she had no idea how she would react once she saw him again. She yawned and glanced up at the clock in the small cabin she had been given in the transport. It had taken nearly all of her savings and severance package to get a ticket on the transport on such short notice. She hadn’t brought any luggage. That would have cost extra for them to stow any bags she would have brought with her. She only had the clothes on her back. She ran over the list of things she needed to do. She needed to get past his security detail stationed at the entrance of the hallway leading to his suite of rooms. After that she had to get into the room. She sent up a silent prayer that he hadn’t changed the codes yet. Once she searched for the disc and found it, she would leave the
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station and never see him again. Once back on Earth she needed to find a job that suited her skills. She couldn’t go back into work for the Galactic Federation. The risk of his accusation being on record was too great. No, she would get work with a planetary corporation. As much as she was loath to work for another big business outfit, she needed the money they provided. She would move on with her life after she got the disc back. The cabin shook slightly as the transport hit a patch of turbulence. “Nothing to worry about, folks, we’re almost there. Just hang on for a few more hours and keep those seat belts fastened,” the captain announced before the intercom fell silent. Glancing out the window, she saw the large, dusty, red planet approach. Despite its color she knew there was life down there planet-side. There were jungles of lush green, frozen deserts of bright white and patches here and there of communities of humans living with the alien life of the planet. She wished she had time to see it all but shook her head. In a few hours she would be at the station, with no time for sightseeing. Besides, it took money she didn’t have to go planet-side for even a few hours. The turbulence increased and she gripped the edge of her seat praying that they would get there in one piece. After four hours, three of which were spent in turbulence off and on, they arrived at the station. On wobbly legs, Rena left the small spacecraft. She looked around in awe, taking a moment to appreciate the size of the entrance hall. People, humans and aliens alike, were everywhere. Bright neon signs blinked on and off, offering one service or another. The noise of life rushed all around her, seeming almost overwhelming. Her heartbeat increased in her chest. Sweat prickled the back of her neck and forehead. Gooseflesh broke out on her arms and panic set in. In such a vast space station how the hell was she supposed to find his quarters? Someone bumped into her and jolted her out of her nervous state of mind. Clenching her jaw in determination, she checked her watch; she had ten hours to carry out her mission and leave. Rena strode further into the entrance hall, her gaze bouncing
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everywhere. Then the captain’s voice slid into her mind, a soft, distant, almost comforting sound. “My suite is on the black level, topmost floor, the penthouse suites.” She shivered as her nipples turned to hardened points, pressing against her shirt. In her determination to not back down and take the shuttle she had forgotten to put on a bra. She looked all around until she saw an elevator. It was like a fish trying to get upstream for her. So many bodies were pushing against her going the other way. Finally she made it to the elevator and waited. Soon she would be in his suite and then the real panic would begin.
*** “She’s here. She arrived a few minutes ago,” Jason said, walking into Drogan’s suite in the Private Room Club. Drogan looked around the room. There were black silk sheets on the bed, the candles were lit, and jasmine perfumed the air. Everything was set. “Are my arrangements on the ship made? The room next to mine cleaned out?” “Yes, they finished this morning.” “I’ll check with you again in a few hours just to make sure. After that I don’t want to be disturbed. You’re in charge. If the ship catches fire or the crew decides to duel each other to the death you are to handle it, understand?” Jason chuckled. “But, Captain, what if I’m caught up in a duel?” “Then make sure you don’t die. Now go. I have to eat and then confront Rena.” “Have fun,” Jason said in parting, the doors closing with a soft click behind him. Drogan breathed in deeply and expelled a breath. “Oh, Rena, tonight I make you mine, love.” Drogan left the room to have a leisurely dinner. Things were going according to plan.
Chapter Six Rena’s hands shook as she reached for the doorknob. This was her chance, her one and only opportunity to get the disc back. Otherwise he and the disc were gone. She had managed to get past security easily by showing them her credentials. They hadn’t bothered to check if she was on the “list,” just nodded and let her by. She made a mental note to tell her replacement about that and have him or her get a new security team together for the captain. She twisted the knob and stepped over the threshold. Cool air brushed against her. She could smell a whiff of cologne rushing past her. She closed the door behind her. She pressed a button and flooded the room with a soft golden glow. The dimmer was set on low. Undoubtedly for his latest conquest tonight, she thought. This meant she didn’t have a lot of time before he returned from his dinner or wherever he was. She rushed forward to seek out the data disc that contained her secrets. She searched everywhere in his private suite. It had cost her an arm and a leg to get a shuttle to the ultra exclusive space station in orbit around Nevada 896-04. She had to get in and get out fast before her return shuttle to Earth left. A glance at her watch revealed the need to move faster. An hour had already gone by. When she didn’t find it in the living room she made her way to the study. After a quick yet exhaustive search she didn’t find it there either. In desperation she checked the bathroom before looking in the master bedroom. Dropping down to the floor on her hands and knees, she searched under the bed. She had just come up for air when she heard him. “Looking for this?” She stilled and prayed that was not the captain’s voice. She hoped that in her panic she was hearing things.
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“I believe you were in a similar position on the disc, only naked.” She bit her lip to keep from groaning. She was on her knees, about to stand up, when she saw him shake his head, tiny dark brown braids swinging this way and that. “Don’t move, stay just like that.” Her eyes widened and she swallowed. Is he going to call security? Have me arrested? Panic started to overwhelm her. She couldn’t get arrested. She needed to find a new job. She couldn’t do that if she was booked as a criminal. She would do anything he wanted just so he wouldn’t call security. “Captain, sir, please, I’ll leave, just don’t call security. Please, I’m begging you. If I’m arrested I won’t be able to get another job. I need to work.” She didn’t add “unlike some people.” She knew he was wealthy. Some said it was due to his family’s history in pirating. Looking at him now he looked every inch the pirate that they whispered him to be and right now she was at his mercy. “Mmmm, I always loved it when you called me Captain, sir, in that sweet voice of yours.” She just stared at him, confused. What the hell is he talking about? He had always winced when she spoke to him. “And then I find this.” He held up the data disc she had been looking for. It took every ounce of self-control she had not to get up and launch herself at him in a play for the disc. “I was already attracted to you and then I find this little beauty. You took on a whole new image in my mind. I had to fire you. It wouldn’t have been good for either of our careers if I had fucked you in front of the crew on the bridge.” Her mouth dropped open in shock, eyes bulging. He walked forward and tossed the disc onto the bed. “You have no idea how many times I watched that disc and wanted to be that man, fucking you, disciplining you. Jesus, I must have jacked off at least three times a day once I found that. I couldn’t be around you without picturing you naked and bending over waiting for me to take you from behind.”
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He shivered and she continued to stare at him. He stopped in front of her, leaned down and slid his callused fingers under her chin and gently pushed up, closing her mouth. “Had to do that. You have no idea how tempting it is to unzip my pants, push them down and slip my cock into your mouth.” Her jaw would have dropped open again if his fingers hadn’t still been under her chin. His thumb reached up and caressed her full bottom lip, lightly. An almost wistful look was on his face at her now closed mouth. “Now I’m sure you’re wondering what you have to do to get the disc back. Well, that’s simple; join me at the Private Room Club. Go to the hostess and tell her I’m expecting you and she will show you to my suite of rooms. We will play out every scenario on that disc. We will fuck until neither you nor I can walk.” Her breath caught in her throat, her heart hammering out of control. She felt faint. Any minute now she expected him to say, “April Fools!” Only it wasn’t April and by the look in his eyes he wasn’t kidding. The callused tips of his fingers slipped along the soft skin of her jaw, then he straightened up and stepped back from her. “I know you want me; otherwise you wouldn’t have said what you did on the disc. I’ll meet you in my rooms in an hour.”
Chapter Seven Rena made her way blindly through the busy spaceport. Her mind was going a mile a minute. She kept hearing his deep growl in her head, telling her he knew her secrets, all of them. He had watched the disc to the end where she revealed her very private fantasy of the captain throwing her in the brig and having his way with her. How many times had he watched that disc? she wondered. Her mind produced an image of him in bed, naked, stroking his cock, hips thrusting up and down as he watched every second of her indulging in her secret desires. Desires she had hidden for good reason. The crew would never have respected her if they had known she liked to be dominated, enjoyed role-playing and other things, things she didn’t want to think about at the moment. She finally made it to the Private Room Club and told the hostess that the captain was expecting her. She caught the look of surprise and then the brief once-over the woman gave her. Rena knew she was not the captain’s usual type of woman. As they wove their way through the crowds of people she couldn’t help but wonder if he was going to make her do any of what she was seeing. She felt faint just watching some of the sexual acts around her. Would he have her suck him off in public or maybe fuck her for a private audience? Would he give her a ménage a trois, perhaps with two of the muscular, halfnaked waiters walking around the club? She almost swayed on her feet from the very thought. Anticipation sung along her nerve endings. Her body was on fire not just from arousal but also embarrassment as she recognized a few of her old crewmates at some of the tables taking in the show on the main stage. Some of them turned their heads to watch her progress through the club, eyes widened in recognition.
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She and the hostess found their way to the back, through a black satin curtain, and down a dimly lit corridor. She could hear moans and groans along with the slick sounds of wet flesh slapping against each other. Her back stiffened when she heard the unmistakable sound of a whip being snapped. She hoped he wouldn’t do that to her. She liked some pain with her pleasure but not that kind. “Here we are. Enjoy,” the hostess said, pulling back another black satin curtain for her. As she stepped through she didn’t miss the look of envy on the woman’s face. The curtain slipped down before the door whisked shut. The scent of jasmine permeated the air. Does he do this for all his conquests, she wondered. Candles flickered as cool air slipped quietly into the room from the vents in the ceiling. She picked her way over pillows and blankets strewn all over the floor toward a set of tables near the back of the room. There was a huge round bed loaded down with pillows of all shapes and sizes, covered in black satin with the monogram D.C. etched on the corner of the bedspread. She ignored the wall of whips, handcuffs, floggers, blindfolds, dildos, vibrators, butt plugs and other sexual toys to reach the table. She looked at her watch and groaned. She only had two hours to get to the transport. Not only did she not have the disc but she was about to miss her shuttle. She couldn’t imagine paying yet another couple thousand credits for a ticket back to Earth. She didn’t have that kind of money. She brushed back strands of dark brown hair and waited. An hour passed and she started to feel as if she’d been had. He had only been toying with her so she would miss her shuttle and not have the disc. Tears blurred her vision. She was now stuck on the space station for gods knew how long to work her way back to Earth. She didn’t know what she would do for the money. Her skills were mostly in the secretarial arena. She supposed she could get a job planet-side but where would she work? What if word got out about why she was fired by Drogan? Who in the world would hire a so-called nympho? She had to figure out a way to get off the station but first, when Captain Drogan finally put in an appearance, she was going to let him have it for humiliating her.
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Another ten minutes passed before the door finally swished open and the captain stepped in. Her body stilled when she realized he wasn’t alone. With him was Jason Mercy, who at times doubled as his head of security. She stood up suddenly, ready to bolt should they try and arrest her. Neither man had taken notice of her. Instead they seemed to be talking about ship business. “Make sure that the room has been properly cleaned out and everything that I ordered be put in there. Also, send out a notice to the crew about my arrangements. I don’t want anyone to question me on this.” “Yes, sir, Captain, sir.” “Good man. Now go, I have a guest.” She shivered as his voice dropped an octave and his eyes looked over the lieutenant’s shoulder at her. She gave the officer credit. He didn’t turn around to look at the so-called “guest,” instead bowing to the captain before leaving the room. “Give me the disc and I’ll be on my way. I’ve already missed my shuttle.” She tried to hold back tears and ignore the way he was looking at her as if he could devour her whole. “Why would I give you the disc? You don’t have to worry about a shuttle. You can always catch the next one,” he replied nonchalantly as he made his way toward her, ignoring that he was stepping on the pillows and blankets that were scattered on the floor. “I can’t catch the next one. I can’t afford it.” She glanced away from the sight of him dressed head to toe in black leather. “Well then, that means I have more time to spend with you.” She finally looked up at him. He stood towering over her petite frame. She swallowed at the lust burning in his eyes.
Chapter Eight Drogan kept himself from reaching out to her. He wanted to drag her against him, feel her curves against his body. He wanted to enact every fantasy played on the disc as well as his own. Being away from her had been torture. He worried about the way she looked at the moment. There were dark circles under her eyes, and although still curvy she had lost some weight. Drogan was angry with himself for causing her so much pain and distress. He had beaten himself up a lot while away from her. He ached to hold her, soothe her, tell her it would be okay. That from now on he would take care of her. That she would never, ever have to be put through that again. Hopefully Rena would agree to the deal that he would offer her tomorrow morning. But for now he would have to seduce her and play out as many fantasies as possible. He licked his lips and smiled at her. He could see her nipples clearly pressing against the thin fabric of her shirt. Without a thought he reached for the dagger at his side, withdrawing it from the scabbard. Rena tensed as he grabbed the hem of her shirt, pierced it with the sharp tip of the weapon, and then proceeded to rip the shirt in two with an upward thrust. The sides of her now torn shirt hung limply open. He could see she wasn’t wearing a bra as the curves of her breasts were exposed to his gaze. He swallowed, trying to hold back the need to destroy the rest of her clothing. “My shirt!” she shrieked before pulling both sides of the material together. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” she demanded, fire burning in her eyes. A predatory smile curved his lips. “I’m relieving you of your clothing. Now take off the pants too.” When she paused he added, “Do you want that little disc or not?” Rena unfastened her pants slowly, pulling down the zipper. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband and pushed down, bending over to give him a lovely view
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of her cleavage. She paused to kick off her flats and then pulled off her pants completely. “Take off your underwear and your shirt.” Drogan rubbed his cock through his pants, savoring the feel of the soft, warm leather stroking his hot length. She shrugged out of her tattered shirt and then pushed down her panties, teasing him more as she did so. “Fuck,” he murmured. He could feel himself losing control. He wanted to fuck her. He shrugged out of his jacket and pulled his shirt up and over his head. “I can’t wait to be inside of you.” He unbuckled his belt and placed the weapons and belt gently on a nearby table. His eyes roamed over her naked form. Her milk chocolate skin gleamed in the candlelight, her dark chocolate-colored nipples already hardened, waiting for his mouth. The slight swell of her stomach begged for his kisses. Her bare mound was revealed to his gaze. He couldn’t wait to spread her legs wide and taste her, eat her until she screamed for him. “You look beautiful, love, as I always knew you would even before I saw the disc.” He watched her face. Emotions flitted across her features too quickly for him to take account of them all. Drogan took in a shaky breath as the scent of her arousal mixed with the jasmine floating in the air. He wanted her so badly but he had to keep control of himself. He licked his lips again and smiled at her. “Kneel,” he ordered. Rena went down to her knees slowly, face tilted up to him, watching him warily. Drogan undid his pants, leaned down and took off his boots, then shoved his leather pants down. He took hold of his shaft and stroked himself slowly, savoring the image before him. “I’ve wanted you from the moment I hired you for the job as my assistant and now I have you. Not only will I get to carry out your fantasies but mine as well.” He let go of his cock and walked over to the wall. After selecting a black silken scarf Drogan
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returned and crouched down behind her. He draped the soft cloth over her shoulder, then pulled it up slowly, letting it slide against her nipple. “Close your eyes.” He watched as she complied with his orders. He carefully placed the blindfold over her eyes and tied it tight. “I’m going to place you on the bed. You will stretch your arms out over your head. You will also address me as Captain, sir unless told otherwise. Understand?” “Yes, Captain, sir.” He rolled his eyes upward, loving the sound of his rank on her lips, her voice husky with arousal. His cock throbbed with the need to slip into her juicy cunt and fuck her, brand her, forget about playing games. But he couldn’t do that, not yet. He had to get her so worked up, so out of her mind, she would forget why she was here and care only about the pleasure he, and only he, could give her. Drogan picked her up with ease and carried her to the bed. He managed to get on the mattress and make his way to the center holding her. He laid her down and waited for her to follow his orders. He took one outstretched arm and slipped her hand through the loop of a silken rope attached to the bed. He climbed over her body and did the same thing to her other arm. “Try and pull out.” He watched her tug and yet she couldn’t get free. “Good.” He climbed off of the bed and walked along the wall of toys until he selected what he wanted. He chose a wireless silver bullet, a vibrating butt plug and unflavored lube. He got back on the bed and spread her legs wide. He parted her folds carefully, showing her pussy the reverence of a rare flower. He turned on the bullet and ran it around her clit, up and down the folds of her labia before slipping it into her slick passage. “I want you to remain still, do not move. Do you understand?” “Yes, Captain, sir.” “I love when you say that. Your pussy smells delicious. I can’t wait to taste it. Tell me, my sweet captive, have you ever been fucked up the ass?” He already knew the answer but wanted to hear it from her.
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“Yes, Captain, sir.” “Did you ever fantasize about me fucking you up the ass, my beautiful one?” “Yes, Captain, sir.” Rena’s voice shook as if she was trying not to let him hear how aroused she truly was. “And I will. Tonight I will fuck your pussy, your ass and that beautiful mouth of yours. Would you like that, sweetling?” “Yes, Captain, sir.” “Raise your hips.” She did as he asked, planting her feet to push up. He coated his fingers with lube and rimmed her dark passage first before inserting one finger, pushing past the first ring of her anus. To her credit she said nothing and held herself still, not even a tremble or a shiver. He inserted a second finger into her tight passage, both fingers knuckledeep. He started to finger fuck her slowly. When Drogan looked up her body he could see she was biting down on her bottom lip, trying not to say a word. He pulled out his fingers, coated them again and thrust them into her ass. Her body was shaking from the effort to hold still. “Bad sweetling, you moved. You shall be punished for that.” He slid off of the bed and took a flogger with suede lashes off the rack. He snapped it and watched her tense. Parting her folds, he rubbed the suede ends of the flogger against her aching nub before smacking it with the flogger. Rena cried out as she went up on her toes, hips arched in the air. “I told you not to move,” he growled. He slapped her clit with the handle of the flogger again. She cried out. “Please, Captain, sir, I can’t take it, I want to come, sir, please.” “You will not come, my sweetling. Do you understand? Not until I tell you to.” He slapped her again and she didn’t move although her hips were still arched. “Plant your feet on the mattress.” She did as she was told, slowly lowering her feet back flat to the bed.
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“Good, sweetling, very good. Now, again, do not come until I tell you to, otherwise I will have to repeat that.” He put down the flogger and picked up the butt plug. He looked down at the slick lips of her labia where cream dripped down from her passage, seeping around the bullet. He dipped a finger into her juices and brought it to his lips. Her tangy, salty essence made him groan. He wanted to gorge himself on her cream but shook his head. For now he had other plans. Grabbing the lube, he coated the plug and parted her ass cheeks, carefully sliding the toy into place. He picked up the remote control and turned it on. The soft buzzing of the toy filled the air. She gasped but did not move. “You are stuffed, aren’t you? Your ass and pussy are full and you want your mouth full too, don’t you? You want every hole in your body full. Do you want my cock in your mouth? Do you want me to fuck your mouth, my sweetling?” He watched her swallow. He knew from the disc that she had enjoyed being taken by three men, ass, pussy and mouth filled with cock. He had hated that he hadn’t been there to join in but then again, he wouldn’t have shared her with anyone else. “Well, my beautiful one, do you want me to fuck that gorgeous mouth of yours?” “You haven’t even kissed me yet, Captain, sir,” she replied, her voice breathy with anticipation. He threw back his head and laughed. “I shall kiss you then fuck your mouth, yes?”
Chapter Nine Rena fought her body and tried to concentrate on his words. The bullet vibrated between her legs, the butt plug filled her ass, her clit throbbed from the spanking it had received, and now he wanted to fuck her mouth. She was trying so hard not to lose her mind. The pleasure was overwhelming. She’d wanted to come so badly, when he’d shredded her shirt and made her strip. She admitted to herself that she had been turned on by that action and again when he’d ordered her to undress. When she’d looked into those ice blue eyes of his she’d known right then and there she wasn’t going anywhere. And now he wanted to fuck her mouth. Every orifice in her body would be stuffed. She was eager to taste him but Rena wanted him to kiss her before he did it. She wanted a gesture of intimacy from him, as ridiculous as it was in the current situation, but she wanted it nonetheless. Once she left his rooms in the morning, disc in hand, he would forget about her and this night was all she would have to remember, and she wanted him kissing her as part of it. It was the only good thing she wanted to remember of him. She wanted to be able to push away the betrayal and pain and focus on something special. “Please, Captain, sir, please, kiss me and then fuck my mouth.” He said nothing and she felt like crying. Her career was over, she was humiliated and at the mercy of the last man she had wanted to discover her secrets, and he wouldn’t give her a kiss. She would be some nameless fuck, a notch on his bedpost. She was glad that he wouldn’t be able to see the tears. Then she felt him over her. His heat nearly scorching her body, she could feel his shaft against her stomach, the tip wetting her skin. “Oh, my sweetling, I will do so much more than kiss you but as you request it, so shall it be,” he murmured, his breath caressing her lips. First it was one brush of his
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mouth and then two. Her mouth fell open and his lips crushed hers in a hungry fury of sucking, biting and licking. His tongue thrust into her mouth at the same time she felt his cock thrust forward, smearing a streak on her stomach with his pre-come. With each thrust of his hips, his tongue mimicked the action, fucking her mouth. His hips picked up speed. His body lowered closer to her to increase the pressure. With each brush of his chest against her aching nipples, shots of electricity ran through her. He pulled back his head, his hips continuing to thrust a few more times before he stilled. “Shit,” he swore. “Darling, I need to be in your mouth. I can’t last long. I need to fuck that beautiful mouth of yours.” “Yes, my Captain, sir,” she whispered. For a second she felt the heat of his body leave her and then felt something against her clit vibrating as the bullet between her legs increased in speed. She then felt him over her again. “Damn, you are beautiful.” She wanted to cry at his words. He was making her feel beautiful, but it would only be for the night and then he would be gone and she’d have only this to remember him by. “Yes, Captain, sir,” she whispered, afraid her voice would betray her. She was in love with him, always had been. She felt the brush of something hot, soft and wet against her mouth. Her tongue darted out for a taste. His salty essence burst over her taste buds as his musky, masculine scent rushed up her nostrils. She breathed deeply and opened her mouth wide. He entered her mouth slowly. Her lips brushed the velvety skin of his thick rod, savoring the softness. He stretched her lips as he slowly fed her inch by inch until he hit the back of her throat. Her tongue came up to explore his heat and softness. She loved having him in her mouth, loved the feel, weight and texture of him. “So wet, so hot, good Lord,” he groaned as he pulled back slowly. Her tongue licked his essence from the slit, lapping, circling the bulbous head slowly and relishing
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his taste. He withdrew from her mouth completely before getting into position to do sixty-nine. She had never done something like this before, and panic started to drive away arousal. “Relax, sweetling, relax.” His breath brushed against her clit, causing her to shiver. His tongue flicked the engorged bud gently and she cried out. “Take as much of me as you can in your mouth. It’s just like a blow job,” he assured. She felt his cock at her mouth. As she parted her lips and opened wide, he slowly fed her his shaft again, until he hit the back of her throat. He thrust in and out of her mouth until she got used to the feel of things. At this angle it was easier for her to deep throat him. As his hips pumped into her mouth slowly, he licked and flicked her clit with his tongue, taking the aching bud into his mouth, sucking it hard. She explored the length of his cock, traced the veins that ran along the side of his shaft with her tongue, swirled and lapped up his pre-come, and savored the slide of his flesh between her lips. She wished her hands were free to take hold of his cock and roll his balls. She hollowed out her cheeks, increasing the pressure of her mouth. Drogan growled, the vibration bringing her closer to the edge. He continued to suck her clit but removed the bullet. The plug in her ass continued to vibrate. Rena cried out around his cock when he shoved his fingers into her sopping center, and her vaginal walls clamped down on the digits. He began to suck hard, nipping her clit while he finger fucked her pussy, his hips thrusting in and out of her mouth faster and faster. “Come now, sweetling,” he ordered gruffly. He bit her clit and she screamed as her orgasm burst over her. Her legs shook and her cunt twitched as he continued to fuck her through it all, tongue laving her clit as his hips pistoned. He thrust once, twice, three times before she felt his cock twitch in her mouth. He withdrew until only the head of him was in her mouth. He came, spurting into her wet cavern. She swallowed every drop and lapped up every last trace of his seed from the tip of his cock. Drogan
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finally stopped flicking her clit with his tongue. The head of his cock disappeared from her lips and the vibrations of the anal plug stopped. She could hear him breathing hard, close by her. “Captain?”
Chapter Ten He was trying to catch his breath. His gaze roamed over her body, covered in sweat. The smell of sex permeated the air. Fucking her mouth had been wonderful, but he wasn’t done. He removed the toys and found a box of wet naps which he used to begin carefully cleaning her body. “Captain, sir?” A note of worry in her voice tugged at his heart. “It’s all right, my sweetling. I’m giving you a chance to rest before I fuck you again.” “Oh.” “Hungry, my beauty?” Her stomach growled, answering for her. He smiled. “I’ll take that as a yes.” He walked over to the phone and placed an order for simple food that could be eaten by hand. After that, he loosened her bonds and slipped off the blindfold. She opened her eyes and blinked once, twice, three times before looking around the room until her gaze settled on him. He smiled at her softly, threw the scarf over his shoulder, covered her body with his and took her lips in a soft yet passionate kiss. A soft buzzer sounded throughout the room. He pulled back gently, brushed the hair away from her face and started to crawl off the bed. As he slid off the mattress he looked back at her. “Cover up, darling. I don’t want anyone else to see that beautiful body but me.” She smiled shyly at him and scrambled under the covers. He didn’t care if they saw him naked. He had used this room often enough that each member of the staff at one time or another had seen his body, but he was possessive of her. The waiters placed trays laden with assorted food onto the tables, bowed and left. He picked up a tray of fresh fruits and cream from Hector Omega 7. Carrying it to
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the bed, he crawled across the silken expanse, careful not to drop anything. He proceeded to feed her lush, juicy fruit covered in cream between kisses. He covered her nipples in cream before lapping, sucking and nibbling the lush foam from her sensitive tips. She moaned and writhed under his attention. He dribbled more cream down the center of her abdomen, covering her navel in froth. He lapped it up slowly before dribbling some over the lips of her sex. He licked his way up one side and down the other. Giggling, she said, “Captain, you’re staining the silk.” “Drogan, sweetling, call me Drogan. I’m not dominating you at the moment.” “Drogan,” she tested slowly, causing his cock to twitch and stir from its half dormant state. He loved the sound of his name on her lips. Putting the cream back on the platter, he replaced the tray on the table and returned to the bed, lying down next to her. “Looks like it’s time for another round, my darling. I want to watch you fuck me. Ride me, sweetling, come on my cock.” She climbed on top of him, shyly threw her leg over his hips, and placed her hands on his chest. Balancing with one hand, she watched him wrap her other small hand around his cock. Her fingertips just barely touched. She stroked him slowly. They both watched as he grew in size. She looked up at him, a question in her eyes. “Captain, shouldn’t we use protection?” “Drogan, love. I’m clean and I know you are, as those were sex droids in that disc with you.” “But what about pregnancy?” His breath caught in his throat as the thought of her round with his child furthered his arousal. Drogan sighed inwardly. If he said out loud what he thought, she wouldn’t believe him, so for now they would use protection. “In the drawer of the nightstand, over there.” He pointed. She crawled off of him and found the box. Rena extracted one silver packet and then scrambled back to him. She ripped open the silver aluminum envelope, rolled on
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the prophylactic and then maneuvered herself over him. His cock in one hand, she lowered herself down until the tip of him was at her entrance. He could feel her heat and had to grit his teeth to keep himself from surging his hips upward. Slowly she sank down, acclimating to his girth. It seemed like forever before he was finally inside of her, balls deep. They both moaned. She placed her hand on his chest then she rose up and down. He reached up to grip her hips as she rode him. Her inner muscles clenched around him with each downward stroke, causing him to moan at the tight feel of her walls clutching him like a fist. He placed a palm on her stomach, slipping his thumb between her slick folds to massage her clit. She moaned and picked up the pace, riding him faster and harder. She brought up one hand to tug and roll a nipple. She threw back her head, her dark brown hair falling down her back like a waterfall. She was his erotic goddess and he knew he wouldn’t let her get away from him. Even if he had to kidnap her, she would be his. “That’s it, sweetling, ride me, fuck me. Ride me harder. I want to watch you come.” She did as he urged, her body bouncing up and down faster and faster. He wanted to see her pushed over the edge. He pressed down on her clit and watched her break apart. Her vaginal walls quivered around his cock, and her legs trembled as she cried out. “Drogan!” That was all it took for him to lose control. Gripping her hips, he rolled them until she was under him. He began to fuck her harder, his cock hitting her cervix. With each stroke, he branded her as his. Like a madman he pounded her, trying to erase all others and burn him and their lovemaking into her mind. “You’re mine, sweetling. I’m not letting you go. I’m going to be the only man to fuck you, the only man to make you come over and over again until you can’t walk away. Mine… mine… mine.” He punctuated each “mine” with a thrust of his hips. He came on a roar, screaming her name as he spurted deep inside of her. Panting, he bent his head down to claim her lips in a bruising kiss. Drogan rolled off of her and pulled her close, refusing to let go of her. Rena was his no matter what, and she would always
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be his. He kissed the top of her head and closed his eyes as the pounding of his heart lulled him to sleep.
Chapter Eleven Rena awoke with a start. She felt Drogan’s hot body pressed against hers. She tried to wiggle free but couldn’t. His grip was tight on her hip. His fingers dug into her side, letting her know he was awake. “Morning, sweetling.” She felt him kiss the back of her head, and panic rushed through her. It was morning, which meant he would be going, leaving her all alone on a spaceport she barely knew. Rena tried to wriggle away from him but to no avail. “Captain, please let me go.”
“Am I hurting you?”
Yes, she wanted to say but shook her head.
“Well, then, I’m holding onto you.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re mine now.”
She stilled. “What does that mean?” she asked cautiously.
“It means, my sweetling, that you and I are going to board the ship and you’re
coming with me.” She shook her head. “I can’t. I need to go. I need to find a job, look for a place to live. I can’t go with you.” “You won’t need to work.” “Why? Will I be there as your fuck buddy?” she asked bitterly. “That’s one word for it.” She tried to get out of his arms again. “Drogan, let me go.” His arm slipped from around her waist and she scrambled to the other side of the bed. She turned toward him and she pulled the blanket up to cover her nudity. “What is it, my beautiful? What did I say?”
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“I can’t do that. They wouldn’t respect me. I wouldn’t respect me. I need a job if I’m going to be on your ship and you fired me for being a… nympho.” Her eyes dropped from his and she heard him sigh. She looked back at him as he sat up, cock ready for another round. Rena looked up at his face and watched him run a hand through his messy hair. “Then I’ll give you a job. I’ll work it out.” “How?” “I’ll pull strings.” “I have to earn my job.” “Damn it, woman. What do you want from me?” “I don’t know.” She didn’t utter her true thought, which was that she wanted him to love her, to take away the pain he had caused. “I won’t leave without you.” “Well, we’re at an impasse, aren’t we?” “Darling, please, don’t make me use the disc.” She narrowed her eyes at him. “If you do that you’re not the man I… came to respect.” He sighed heavily. “What can I do to make you stay? I want you with me.” “As your fuck buddy?” “More than that.” “As what then?” she asked. “You were more to me than an assistant when you were on the ship. You were my friend, confidante, and now you’re my lover. Doesn’t that mean anything? Come with me.” Her eyes blurred with tears, and as much as she wanted to say yes, she knew she wouldn’t be able to take the looks, stares and gossip of the crew. “No, it’s not enough. I refuse to be looked at as just your bed buddy. I wouldn’t be able to stand it. I worked hard to earn their respect and my reputation. Not for you, not for anyone will I sacrifice that.”
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He let out a groan, closed his eyes and then opened them to look at her. “You stubborn, beautiful, exasperating woman. Why do I love you?” he asked. Drogan rolled onto all fours and crawled toward her, stopping only a foot away from her. Her mouth dropped open at his declaration. “You what?” “I love you. Yes, I said it. I’ve always loved you. Why the bloody hell do you think I went to all the trouble of firing you? Crew can’t be in love, can’t have an affair. It’s against regs.” “So, you fired me, so you could have me?” “The disc was just an added bonus. The disc spurred my actions on. I couldn’t take the torture.” “You… you son of a bitch!” She reached over to punch him in the arm. He laughed, grabbed her hand and pulled her to him. She landed on top of him with an oomph. He held her flailing hands away from him and laughed. “Darling, everybody on the crew knew I loved you.”
She stopped moving long enough to stare at him. “What?”
“Why else would I fire my best assistant for being a nympho? No one believed
that for a second. We got drunk on the way back from the Green sector and I told them I loved you, didn’t tell them about the disc.” “You let me think… you son of a bitch.” Her arms flailed again. “I love you, my beautiful. I love you and I have no intention of letting you go.” “Tough. You’re going to have to. I have to find a job and get my career back on track since you screwed it up.” “Stubborn woman. Fine, I’ll put in a good word for you with the general of the spaceport. He has a job opening, but it will require you to travel with me anyway.” “Why?” “You’ll be working with Dr. Casey Germaine as we escort her to the Ward Planets for her research there, and we will be acting as security. You’ll be assisting her in putting together data and such.” “And you’re sure I’ll get this job?”
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“Yes.” “Why?” she asked. “Because the general is a good man who won’t hold being a nympho against you.” She tried to smack him again. “Now, my darling one, tell me you love me.” “How do you know I love you?” “Because I just do. Now say it or I’ll spank this luscious ass of yours and then fuck you again.” “Such a threat,” she said, laughing. He rolled them over and let go of her hands. Brushing her hair back, he looked down at her, tenderness in his eyes. “I do love you, you know. I can’t let you go. I hate to beg, but I need to know that you love me too.” She smiled at him and reached up to tuck a few braids behind his ears. “I love you, Drogan, Captain, sir,” she said, giggling. “You ruined it. I have to punish you now.” He rolled them over, until she was on top of him. He slid his hand down to her hip, took hold and pulled her up. He let go and smacked her ass once, hard. “Naughty vixen, you deserved that.” She laughed and he rolled them over again until he was on top. He brought his lips down for a bruising kiss. “Now say it right,” he ordered gruffly. She stopped giggling and looked at him. “I love you, Captain Drogan Carter. I love you.” “I’ll never get tired of hearing that. Now we must get cleaned up and you have a job to get and I have our room on the ship to inspect…” She held up a hand, stopping him. “Whoa, our room?” He just smiled at her. “You sneaky bastard.”
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He slid out of bed and rushed toward a door. Rena scrambled after him and they met in a large bathroom. “Come on, my beautiful, let’s get cleaned up. You can punish me later.” “Yes, Captain, sir.”
*** After they took a shower, he got her a new shirt and underwear. He then arranged a meeting for her with Dr. Germaine and the general of the spaceport. He waited in the hallway for her to bring him news of whether or not she got the job. He worried that his actions in firing her would somehow affect the outcome of the interview. When she finally came out beaming he knew she’d been successful. Wrapping his arms around her, he lifted her up, holding her tight. That night he escorted her back to the ship, bypassing the celebrations of her return to show her his new modified quarters. He had taken over the room next door and had racks and shelves installed. On one rack was an assortment of floggers and paddles. On another shelf were various sex toys. She stared at the walls in wonder, moisture soaking her panties as her pussy lips began to tingle. Her clit throbbed, aching to be touched. Her nipples became stiff peaks begging for his mouth on them. He wrapped his arms around her waist, grinding his erection against her ass. He traced the shell of her ear with his tongue. “Shall we test things out now, my love?” He left her for a moment, and the lights dimmed as a bed rose from the floor. He returned to her, hands on her hips pulling her ass flush against his groin. “I have yet to play out every scenario on that disc. I want to try fantasy number six, where you’re bound to the wall and your legs are wrapped around my waist while I fuck you.” His lips caressed the side of her neck. His hands came up to hold her breasts in his hands, squeezing the globes gently before seeking her nipples and tugging the hardened nubs. She took a step away from him, undressed quickly, walked to the bed and climbed on. She looked over her shoulder at him. “Actually, I was just hoping you’d take me from behind. We can do anything else you want later.”
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He practically ripped his clothes off in haste. He grabbed a silver packet off a nearby shelf and ripped it open. He sheathed his cock and climbed up on the mattress. Drogan took hold of her hips and positioned himself at her entrance. He thrust into her, groaning at the feel of her hot, tight pussy clenching all around him. He reached up and took hold of her hair, and carefully pulled back. Drogan started to withdraw from her cunt only to thrust in again harder. He pounded into her as she met his thrusts with her own. He let go of her hair, slid his fingertips along her spine and over her ass before sliding around to her stomach and her mound. He slipped his fingers between the lips of her pussy and found her clit. He circled the engorged bud softly before tapping it lightly. She cried out, “I’m so close.” Her pussy rippled around him. He wanted to push her over the edge. He pressed down on the nub. Rena cried out as her head tossed back. Her pussy tightened around him as her body shook. He continued to fuck her until he too found his own release, crying out her name as he came. He leaned over her body and placed kisses along her spine up to the nape of her neck. “I love you,” he said softly as he caught his breath. “I love you too,” she murmured. He pulled out of her, wrapped his arms around her waist, and took her down with him as he fell to the bed. She curved her body against his and sighed. He kissed her head and held her close. There was nothing more he could ask for. He had his ship, his crew and, most importantly, Rena with him.
Selena Illyria I/R author Selena Illyria was born with an overactive imagination. She loves to write stories featuring futuristic cities that can only be imagined, visit island kingdoms of vampires/dragons, giggle with mischievous pixies, peek in on faeries looking for their mates, check up on the naughty staff of an exclusive academy, and sigh over how in love a powerful business exec is with his wife. She can’t wait to write stories with her talented, creative and wonderful CPs, Celia Kyle and Shara Cooper. When she’s not writing, she loves to read books of many different genres. She also loves to watch some of her favorite movies (too many to be named) and television shows. She also loves to listen to some of her favorite musical artists. All of these things help inspire her to write. If you’d like to know more about her, you can visit her website, blog, My Space page, and The Pink Chair Diaries. You can email her at
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