At Drogan’s Command (Hades Helmet Crew) (2 page)

Rena 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 Rena, each touch stoking the fire burning within her. She was unraveling, her empty pussy clenching 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 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 started to rock her hips against his mouth, riding his lips. Her orgasm twisted inside of her, coiling tighter and tighter until it broke, like a dam, the banked fire burst over her. She screamed Drogan’s name at the top of her lungs.

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 had confessed to things she had never done, all in the name of coming. When she walked out of her fantasy suite, her legs were wobbly 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. Her large, blue, pupil-less eyes gazed up at Rena. She slid a small silver disc across the desk.

“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. Picking up the disc, she slipped it 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.

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 Jason Mercy, second in command.

Rena 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.”

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 slept with pretty much 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 he 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 Rena laughed, opening her mouth to answer him, but just then the console in front of him began to beep. He pressed a button and the lights dimmed as someone was teleported in.

Captain Drogan Carter materialized before them.

Rena swallowed as her body heated in response to the captain’s 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 chose that moment to growl.

“Looks like she’s hungry. Come on, Rena.” And with that, Jason 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 groaned inwardly. He tried not to stare at the firm backside of his assistant as she bent over to retrieve a paper. He clenched his teeth and tried to focus on what his second in command was saying, but out of the corner of his eye he watched Rena straighten up and place the paper back on the pile in her arms. She brushed a stray dark-brown tendril of hair 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 his second in command, 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. If he thought he heard her voice, he would track 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 Venetian S89-class spaceship
Hades’ Helmet
. He wasn’t about to let some crush jeopardize his career. But his attraction to Rena had become a dangerous distraction. He wasn’t just dreaming or fantasizing about her at night. Now his mind would wander during the day, and he would find himself thinking about all the things he’d like to do to her.

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 straighten him out in no time flat. More than that, she was a person he could confide in, have a laugh and a drink with, and just be himself around. The thought of being without Rena actually scared him.

Drogan looked over to his office and watched the doors slide open. Rena stepped across the threshold, smiling at Jason. Her smile warmed Drogan, even as he frowned. Jason Mercy was known to be one of the lady-killers of the crew. Was he flirting with her? Drogan glowered at the thought that Jason was after Rena. He almost stood up to tell his second in command to back off. Instead, he remained seated and gritted his teeth.

Rena looked up at him, her smile faltering on her lush, full lips.

“Captain, sir. Is something wrong?”

Drogan found himself pleased by her worried tone. “No, no, just tired. Been a long journey.”

“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. He wouldn’t mind getting some rest after fucking her.

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 regain some of his control.

“Thank you for your concern, Rena. I will.” His voice was slightly husky from arousal.

Rena looked up at him and blinked, only to nod her head and leave the bridge. Drogan 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.”

“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. Nodding to Jason, he left the bridge and headed for his quarters. The ship was silent and still. He loved this time in the voyage. No crew members rushing around bumping into each other. No murmuring through the halls and in the lifts. Just quiet.

He leaned against the back of the elevator and closed his eyes.

“Rena,” he 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 she given him a sign that she was interested. It was against regulations for crew to become involved, and Rena cared about regulations almost as much as he did.

The soft beep and swoosh of the elevator doors told him he had arrived on his floor. As Drogan made his way down the hall, he passed Rena’s room, only five doors down from his. He had insisted that she stay close by in case 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 her door. He could have easily taken the lift that sat directly across from his room but had chosen not to.

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 he wouldn’t go that far.

Drogan arrived at his door and punched in his security code. After the retinal and fingerprint scans, the door to his quarters slid open, and he entered the dim interior.

“Computer, soft jazz from Earth,” he called out. He started to strip. Undoing his weapons belt, he placed his sword and laser gun in his arsenal cabinet. He undressed and stepped into the shower. Grabbing a bottle of shower gel, he squeezed a small amount into his palm and started to wash his chest. He tilted his head upward and closed his eyes. 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 drops of precum on its thick head. He groaned, not wanting to use his hand to come. He needed to be sunk 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 that she felt the same way about him as he did about her.

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 his grip. 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. Her dark brown nipples tempted him, thick nubs that wanted to be licked, sucked, and nibbled.

Drogan groaned as his hips moved faster, fucking his hand exactly the way he wanted to fuck Rena. He stopped tugging and rolling his balls with his other hand and placed his palm flat against the wall. He leaned forward as he continued to pump his hips.

“Rena,” he groaned, and clenched his jaw as he felt close to coming.

Heat exploded within him as his climax hit him. Pearly strings of cum hit the tiled wall of the shower and 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 coming out in harsh pants, his long, thin braids covering his face.

Once he felt calm enough, he cleaned up. Pressing another button made the water stop and the walls slide back to reveal heating panels. A blast of heat surrounded him on all sides, drying the moisture on his body.

“Dim lights,” he ordered.

The room became dusky. Shadows grew on the walls and in corners. He pulled back the covers of his bed and slid between the sheets, 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, which caused it to ache. He hissed when he felt a single fingernail trail up his shaft, from root to tip. The feeling was more intense than usual. Something warm, wet, and slightly rough ran over the mushroom head of his erection. He hissed as pleasure and pain clashed within him. He was on fire, burning up with arousal. He didn’t know who was torturing him, but he swore he would return the favor once he was free.

“So beautiful. So delicious. By the gods, how I want you.”

Rena? She 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 this way and that, but it didn’t help much. He was being held by something that felt as soft as leather but as strong as steel.