Battling Rapture (6 page)

The slight ache subsided to tightness and she lifted her
feet and pressed them onto his ass. She wanted him to move. Now.

He jerked and surged forward. He filled her to the limit and
slightly beyond. She needed a moment, but the look in his eyes didn’t promise
slow and easy. He pulled almost all the way out as the walls of her pussy
attempted to snatch him back. He plunged back inside her. Her breath caught.
Pain flooded her pussy, but so did pleasure. He showed her no mercy and she
didn’t ask for any. She wrapped her legs more firmly around his waist and held
on.

He slid a hand under her head, lifted her face to his and
kissed her. There wasn’t anything sweet about it. He fucked her mouth just as
he fucked her pussy. She reveled in every thrust of his cock and tongue. Hot
damn, he worked her over. He never let up.

Her entire body clenched and she wanted to gasp, but his
mouth never left hers. She was overwhelmed completely. Delicious tendrils of
bliss combined with the dull ache of his aggressive pounding. She wanted it.
She wanted every moment. Her wrists stung as she pulled harder on the ropes.
The burn added to her pleasure.

Then he twisted or swiveled. Something. Suddenly he was
hitting her just right. Her thighs quivered and her blood hummed. She couldn’t
think and her hearing dimmed. Every molecule in her body focused on where their
bodies joined and their skin touched. He wouldn’t let her shake her head to
clear it and then it was too late.

She shattered again. He rode her through it. He never let up
and she never came down.

Suddenly he pressed fully against her pussy and groaned into
her mouth. She could feel his release deep inside her. She panted, finally able
to let her body wind down. He lay braced above her on his forearms as her body
twitched here and there. She felt wetness slide into the shell of her ear.
Tears leaked from her eyes and she had no way to wipe them away.

He shifted and she winced. The delicate flesh of her pussy
felt swollen and bruised.

“Damn. I didn’t mean to take you so roughly.” He wiped the
tears from her eyes. “I apologize.”

“Don’t. You didn’t really hurt me. It’s just you’re a bit
bigger than I’m used to. I adjusted.” She didn’t want him to feel guilty when
she’d just had two stellar orgasms. Each better than any she’d ever felt
before. She wouldn’t share that information with him, though.

He stared into her eyes as if looking for truth in them. She
maintained eye contact and attempted to appear unfazed. Finally, he leaned
forward and kissed her neck. She knew she had to be sweaty and wondered how he
could stand to do it. His hands released her and he slowly pulled from her
body. She tried to bite back each wince, but knew she’d failed as his mouth
tightened into a grimace. He moved from the bed and she heard a side door open
and water run.

She was too tired to even close her legs. She needed a few
moments.

He returned with a cloth and wiped the folds of her pussy.
She tried to close her legs, but he grabbed one ankle and held her leg in the
air.

“Be still,” he said.

The gentle tone of his voice lent his words a silent please,
so she chose not to take offense. And she was tired.

“I don’t like to be handled,” she said softly.

His thumb rubbed her ankle and she felt her pussy gush. She
knew he had to see it, since his eyes were focused between her legs. She
sighed.

“You shouldn’t tell lies,” he said quietly.

He looked at her face, then turned away from the bed with
the cloth. She’d completely missed the extra door when he’d dragged her into the
room. He stood at a black sink in what looked to be a small bathroom.

“Were you planning on releasing me any time soon?” She held
her arms still. Her wrists were a little raw.

The water shut off and he moved to the bathroom doorway. “I
don’t know. When you’re loose, you tend to attack me. You scream, moan and have
orgasms tied up.”

Her face felt hot and she prayed to whatever higher power
was out there that her skin was dark enough that her blush didn’t show.

“I like that shade of red on you,” he said.

She blew out and allowed herself to pout for a moment. Luck
just wasn’t running her way this year.
When had it ever?

She pressed her feet flat against the bed and pushed herself
up. When she had enough give on the rope around her wrists, she wrapped her hands
around it and pulled up to a sitting position. She was aware of him watching
her as she tried to unbind herself. She realized right away how impossible it
would be.

She caught movement out of the corner of her eyes and moved
her legs before he sat on them. She scowled at him, but he only reached over
and patted her thigh.

“Let’s negotiate,” he said. His iron-clad control was back.

She admitted to herself she was slightly miffed he could
gaze at her naked with a composed look on his face while she had to breathe
deeply to keep her heart rate under control.

“Untie me and I won’t stomp your balls the first chance I
get.” She didn’t mean to say that. It just came out. She glared at him to cover
her confusion.

“We will begin there. I’m tired of having to protect my
scrotum every time you get upset. Which seems to be every minute, I might add.
My balls have never received so many threats, and never from a woman. I untie
you and you stop fighting me and do what I tell you.”

He was right. It really was dangerous for her not to go
along with the team. They were essentially undercover on a mission and it was
over the top for her to continue to be difficult.

“Screw you,” she said. She pulled her knee back and kicked
out at him.

She was shocked with herself, but kept her features even. He
caught her foot and stood. He let her foot go and walked to the other side of
the bed. He picked up the edge of the blanket and tossed it over her. It
covered her from breasts to toes. It shocked her and she stilled. He walked out
of the room through the door leading to the main room.

What was wrong with her? She didn’t have any idea why she
kept pushing him. She didn’t have a reason to fight him now. The dirty deed was
done.

The door’s opening startled her. She looked up to see the
woman, Bronwyn. She walked in and a clothed Rhine walked in behind her and
closed the door. Bronwyn glanced at the torn clothing on the floor and Niki’s
bound wrists and sighed. The young woman crossed to the bed and sat at the
bottom. Rhine leaned back against the closed door.

“My cousin cannot fight you off and remain alert in this
place. He needs to focus. We all need to focus,” the younger woman said. She
looked down and adjusted the pleats in her dress. “I have come to ask you for
my life. I want to go home. I know you want to see your family again.”

Bronwyn paused to look around and Niki was reminded of the
possible hidden cameras and mics. Cameras that would have caught…everything
done in the room. Niki felt herself blush again for maybe the second time in
her adult life.

Bronwyn leaned toward her and lowered her voice. “I want to
return to my planet and my brothers. I want to live. I honor the sacrifice
you’ve made for me.” Her eyes traveled back up to the rope and back down across
Niki’s body covered with the blanket.

Niki almost didn’t hear her next words, they were so soft.
“I want my first lover to be my choice, not…”

Niki breathed deeply and stared into the other woman’s blue
eyes before speaking. “I am unhurt and I understand,” she whispered.

The girl didn’t look as if she could eat nails just then.
She just looked young and scared. Bronwyn nodded and stood. She left the room
without looking at Rhine as he held the door for her.

Rhine looked back at the woman on the bed. She seemed more
subdued than at any moment since he’d carried her from the casino. While her
constant sparring with him was in some ways exhilarating, it also was risky. He
needed her cooperation and the only person he’d seen get through to her was
Bronwyn.

He walked toward her cautiously. She was more skittish than
a wild
hastut
protecting her foal. He pulled his knife from one of the
hidden pockets in his pants, unfolded it and cut the rope that bound her
wrists. He caught her arms before she could lower them.

Damn.
Her wrists were raw, the skin abraded. She
hadn’t said a word. He shook her arms gently to return circulation to them.

“Come with me,” he said.

She narrowed her eyes at him, but swung her legs over the
side of the bed and stood. He’d forgotten about the amazing nudity. She was
magnificent. Her entire body was firm, including breasts which should have been
too large to sit that high. He stared at the dark-brown of her nipples for a
mouthwatering moment before remembering she was hurt and it was his fault.

He led her into the black and white bathroom and activated
the sink. He moved her wrists over the basin and splashed water on them.

“Son of a bitch,” Niki said. She tried to pull her arms
away.

“I need to clean your wrists.” He used soap and water to
lightly clean the scrapes. “I’m sorry I hurt you.”

He felt her eyes on him, but didn’t look at her face. The
sound of the running water was the only noise in the room for several minutes.

“They will heal,” she replied. Her voice was gruff.

He shut off the water and grabbed a towel. He was surprised
she let him pat her skin dry. She was a prickly woman.

“Sit on the bed and I will get some cream from my bag. It
will help your wrists heal.”

She nodded. Her thick, curly hair shifted around her
shoulders. The dark strands hid her face as she stared down at her hands
splayed across the sink ledge. He reached up and lifted her chin. Her face was
amazingly symmetrical. Her eyebrows delicately arched above slightly slanted,
yet large eyes. Their brown depths pierced him and he quickly lowered his gaze
to her prettily rounded nose and lower still to her lush mouth.

Her lips were beautiful, with the lower lip plumper than an
Ordanian woman’s. When she wasn’t scowling, her lips enticed and invited him to
lave and lick them. He recalled how they’d felt pressed against his as he’d
fucked her without mercy. He barely controlled the shudder that wanted to pass
through his body.

She pulled her chin away from his hand and turned to reenter
the bedroom. He watched the shape of her ass as it swayed. Her hips were
delectable in their abundance. He couldn’t wait to hold onto them as he surged
into her from behind. And he would. Soon.

He adjusted his erect cock in his pants before opening the
bedroom door to retrieve his bag and the medicine. He almost tripped over it.
Obviously Bronwyn had placed the bag directly outside the room.

He pulled out a change of clothes for Niki and dug around
for the medicinal cream. She’d wrapped herself in the blanket and sat watching
him. He walked toward her slowly. She’d taught him a little healthy caution.
Her emotions didn’t always match her actions. Simple arousal and lust wouldn’t
keep her from striking out at him.

“Did we make a sex tape?” she asked quietly.

“What?” He held his hand out for her wrists.

She hesitated. He let his hand remain where it was. She
rolled her eyes and placed her hands in his larger one. Satisfaction coursed
through him. If she needed patience, he could provide it.

“Do you think someone was watching us?” she whispered.

He used a light touch to smear the cream on her wrists. “If
they were, they probably haven’t stopped.”

“Dear lord, I don’t want a video of us doing the naked mambo
passed around the galaxy. Where are my clothes?” She pulled her hands away and
reached for the dress draped across the bottom of the bed.

The slope of her back and ass were clearly on display as she
reached past him. He wanted to touch her again and trail his lips and tongue
down the graceful line of her spinal column.

“Niki, you have likely been monitored from the moment you
were captured.”

She sat up and froze. Her clothes were clutched to her chest
along with the blanket and he tried not to be distracted by the panties exposed
in front of the pile.

“Are you serious,” she asked.

He nodded. Her eyes widened.

He took pity on her. He reached into his hair and pulled out
a small plait hidden in the center. Attached was a metal cylinder.
“Mini-jammer. It won’t cover a great distance, but creates video static, and
audio distortion in this room. I activated it when we came in here.”

Her shoulders relaxed slightly.

“They didn’t…bother you in the slave camps?” he asked.

“They separate the level ones. We had female attendants and
male guards who weren’t allowed to touch us. I was told hypersensitives don’t
like the smell of other men on their sex slaves.” Her tone was bitter.

“That is true for most. Species similar to the Contu are
different. They breed as a pack. They aren’t as possessive.”

“What about Ordanians?” she asked.

“I suppose it depends on personal preference. I’ve never had
a reason to care.” Until now. The smell of Isor Ja on Niki had stoked him to
violence. “You haven’t fucked a man in months. Two at least.”

“Wow, okay. You’re just going to go deep into my personal
business that way. Okay.” She stood, wrapped the blanket around her back with a
flourish and walked into the bathroom. She slid the door closed with a
distinctive snap.

“What did I say?” he called to her.

“Ugh!” The sound was muffled through the door.

He’d forgotten Earth women could be prickly about weird things.

He shut off the jammer as he left the bedroom. They only
used the jammers sparingly so the Contu would think their system was faulty. He
knocked on the other doors. His cousins came out. Each raised an eye at the
broken curio rack before finding a place to sit. Rhine pulled on his boots and
kicked the offending pieces farther into the corner.