At Drogan’s Command (Hades Helmet Crew) (7 page)

“She’s here. She arrived a few minutes ago,” Jason said, walking into Drogan’s suite in the Private Room Club. Drogan looked around—black silk sheets on the bed, candles lit, jasmine perfuming the air. Everything was set.

“Are my arrangements on the ship made? The room next to mine cleaned out?” He'd been planning this for a month and a half. Everything had to be just right.

Jason nodded and answered, “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?”

Drogan's lips quirked into a smile. “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 closed with a soft click behind him. Drogan breathed in deeply and exhaled.

“Oh, Rena. Tonight I make you mine, love.” Drogan left the room to have a leisurely dinner. Things were going according to plan. He knew her far too well.

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, Drogan and the disc would be gone forever. She had managed to get past security easily by showing them her credentials. They hadn’t even 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.

Twisting the knob, she stepped over the threshold. Cool air brushed against her cheek. She could smell a whiff of cologne rushing past her. Closing the door behind her she reached out, searching for the light switch. She pressed the button and suddenly the room was flooded with a soft, golden glow. The dimmer was set on low, undoubtedly for the benefit of Drogan’s latest conquest tonight. Anger burned in Rena’s stomach. This meant that she didn’t have a lot of time before he returned from wherever he was.

Rushing forward, she looked everywhere for the data disc that contained her secrets. She searched his living room in every conceivable hiding place, but it was nowhere. Checking her watch, she saw she needed to move faster. An hour had already gone by. She made her way to the study. After a quick but exhaustive search, she came up empty. Where the hell was the bastard keeping it?

He couldn’t have left it on the ship. She knew that Drogan brought all sensitive material with him whenever he left for a station or planet. She just hoped he wasn’t carrying the damn thing on his person. That would end up getting her arrested for trying to beat the shit out of him.

In desperation she checked the bathroom and then the master bedroom. Dropping down to the floor on her hands and knees, she searched under the bed for almost twenty minutes. She had just come up for air when she heard a voice.

“Looking for this?”

She stilled and prayed that it was not the captain’s voice that had uttered those words. She hoped that in her panic she was hearing things, that her paranoia and anger were causing her to lose her mind.

“I believe you were in a similar position on the disc, only naked,” Drogan murmured in that rough and husky tone he had.

She bit her lip to keep from groaning aloud. Her nipples peaked and moisture gathered within her. Her labia flooded with heat and her clit thickened. Her vaginal walls fluttered. Not now, she admonished herself. But she was powerless to stop the effects on her body.

Slowly, she wiggled out from under the bed. She was on her knees, about to stand up, when she saw him shake his head, his tiny, dark brown braids swinging this way and that.

“Don’t move. Stay just like that,” he ordered.

Her eyes widened and she swallowed. Was he going to call security? Have her arrested? Panic started to overwhelm her. She couldn’t get arrested. Rena 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 as long as he didn’t call security. Anger mingled with her desire.

“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.” As much as she hated to grovel, it was the only way to get out of this unscathed. She balled her hands into fists.

She knew Drogan was wealthy.
He
never had to worry about having a job. He could quit today and live off his inheritance. Some said it was due to his family’s history of piracy. Looking at him now, he looked every inch the pirate, and she felt like his captive, utterly at his mercy.

“Mmm, I always loved it when you called me ‘Captain, sir,’ in that sweet voice of yours.” His tone went lower, deeper, rougher.

She just stared at him, confused. What the hell was he talking about? He had always winced when she spoke to him. She bit her lip to keep from having the words come out.

“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 to stop herself from getting up and launching herself at him.

“I was already attracted to you, and then I found this little beauty. You took on a whole new image in my mind. I
had
to suspend you, Rena. It wouldn’t have been good for either of our careers if I had fucked you in front of the crew on the bridge. You needed to clear your mind and I needed to clear mine. These weeks without you have been hell, but now I can't just let you go.”

Rena’s mouth dropped open in shock, her eyes bulging. Drogan 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.”

Drogan shivered and Rena continued to stare at him, her mouth agape. He stopped in front of her, leaned down, and slid his callused fingers under her chin, gently pushing it up, closing her mouth. “I 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.”

Rena’s 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. We will play out every scenario on that disc. We will fuck until neither you nor I can walk.”

Rena’s breath caught in her throat, heart hammering out of control. She felt so angry she could punch him. Any minute now she expected him to say, “April Fools!” This bit of blackmail had better be a joke.

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. 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 couldn’t stop hearing his deep growl in her head, telling her he knew, knew her secrets; telling her he wanted her. 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? 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 most secret desires, desires she had kept hidden for good reasons. The crew would never have respected her if they had known she liked to be dominated, enjoyed role playing and other things—things she was doing her best not 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.

The Private Room Club was an infamous sex den. All around them naked flesh heaved and pulsed. As they wove their way through the crowds of people, Rena couldn’t help but wonder if he was going to make her do any of what she was seeing. She felt hot and bothered just watching some of the sexual acts around her.

Would he have her suck him off in public? Maybe he would fuck her for a private audience. Would he give her a ménage à trois with two of the muscular, half-naked waiters who walked around the club? She almost swayed on her feet from the very thought. Anticipation sung along her nerve endings. Her body was on fire with arousal.

She felt embarrassment flood through her as she noticed a few of her old crewmates at some of the tables, taking in the show on the main stage. Some of their eyes widened when they saw her, and she caught heads turning to watch her progress through the club.

Rena and the hostess found their way to the back, slipped through a black satin curtain and down a dimly lit corridor. She could hear moans and groans along with the slick, slapping sounds of wet flesh. Rena’s 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. This was absurd. She was getting turned on when she should be ready to spit nails. He was trying to blackmail her into having sex with him.

“Here we are. Enjoy,” the hostess said, pulling back another black satin curtain for her. As Rena stepped through, she didn’t miss the look of envy on the woman’s face. She was going to enjoy this, that was for sure. She’d enjoy punching him out and taking that disc back. How the hell she was going to get home—well, she’d find a way.

The curtain slipped down and the door whisked shut. The scent of jasmine permeated the air. He must have used that scent for all his conquests. Candles flickered as cool air slipped quietly into the room from the vents in the ceiling. For a moment Rena was impressed that he'd go to such trouble for her.

She picked her way over pillows and blankets strewn all over the floor and made her way 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, anal plugs, ball gags, and other sexual toys.

She looked at her watch and groaned. She had only 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 another several thousand credits for a ticket back to Earth. She didn’t have that kind of money.

She brushed her hair back behind her ear 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, and her anger only grew. How could he be so cruel? He was not the man she had thought he was. She would be stuck on the space station for God knew how long as she worked for her passage back to Earth.

She didn’t know what she would do for the money. What if word got out about why she'd been suspended by Drogan? Who in the world would want her when she refused to tell them why she left? 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.

Another ten minutes passed before the door finally swished open and the captain stepped in. Rena’s body stilled when she realized he wasn’t alone. With him was Jason Mercy. She stood up, ready to bolt should they try to do anything to her, but neither man seemed to have noticed her. They seemed to be talking about ship’s 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,” Drogan said.

Jason responded, “Yes, sir, Captain, sir.”

“Good man. Now go. I have a guest.” That rough, husky tone was back.

Rena shivered as his voice dropped an octave and he looked over the lieutenant’s shoulder at her. She gave Jason credit. He didn’t so much as steal a glance at the so-called “guest.” He just bowed to the captain before leaving the room.

“Give me the disc and I’ll be on my way,” Rena said. “I’ve already missed my shuttle.” She tried to sound calm and collected but her voice shook with anger. She tried to ignore the way he was looking at her. It was as if he could see her naked through her T-shirt and pants.

“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. He ignored the pillows and blankets that were scattered on the floor. His boots crushed the soft material.

“I can catch the next one?” she hissed. Rena glanced away, trying to ignore the sight of him dressed head-to-toe in black leather. “Some of us aren't lucky enough to be born into wealth. Now give me my damn disc back and I'll be on my way, you asshole.”

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 pull her to him, feel her curves against his body. He wanted to enact every fantasy played out on the disc and more. 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 she was 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, to soothe her and 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.