Burning Up Flint (16 page)

“Which feels better?” Flint switched from circles to sliding up and down. “Answer me.”

“Both,” she panted.

“She’s getting wet and I can smell how aroused she is.” Iron’s voice lowered to a husky tone. “Put your fingers in her and show me.”

Flint didn’t let up with his finger on her clit so Mira thought he’d ignore Iron’s demand but instead he used his other hand. His fingertips rubbed lower at the entrance of her pussy. Mira cried out as he slowly pushed two fingers inside her. The stretching of her inner walls was sheer bliss. He pushed his fingers in deep and then stopped. He withdrew almost totally. Shock hit her at the uncomfortable pressure she experienced as he separated his fingers, spreading her vagina. It started to turn to pain.

“Flint, it hurts.”

He froze. “She’s tight.” The pressure eased as he put his fingers back together. “It’s all the same inside but always
remember
to be gentle and enter slowly. She’s damn tight. It almost hurts me when she comes. She clamps down on me like a strong fist.”

Iron sighed. “I don’t suppose you’d let me feel that, would you?”

“No.”

“Just my fingers.”
Iron sounded closer. “You owe me for releasing her back to you. I could have made a large profit, Flint. I had a lot of high offers for her body from the men on both ships.”

Flint hadn’t stopped rubbing her clit while both men talked. Mira was close to coming. She wiggled and arched her back. Flint withdrew his fingers. She heard him take a deep breath.

“No,” he said softly.

She was relieved that he had refused but that feeling was short lived as Flint’s finger left her clit. She wanted to protest him stopping. She was so damn close to coming. Before she could voice her objection his thumb pressed down on her clit, applying more pressure against the sensitive nub, massaging it in an up-and-down motion. She moaned as her body strained against the restraints. Flint moved a little on the bed, making the mattress shift with his weight.

“She likes it fast and hard. Inside you should rub upward. If you felt inside her…” he paused. “You would apply pressure there with every thrust or two of your fingers.”

“I understand.” Iron was closer. His voice was next to Mira, about hip level, and he was breathing faster and heavier.

Mira could hardly think. She bucked against the restraints. She couldn’t move much at all. She moaned and tossed her head. Two fingers breached her pussy and pushed back in. The fingers slowly eased deeper inside her.

Mira threw her head back, moaning louder as Flint started to fuck her with his fingers as his thumb picked up the pace while rubbing her clit. He applied pressure against her G-spot just as he’d explained to Iron. It was too much.

Her body tensed and her muscles clenched when pleasure exploded through her body. Mira cried out Flint’s name. Her vaginal walls clamped down on Flint’s fingers, twitching. The climax continued since Flint didn’t ease up on her clit though he had stopped fucking her with his fingers. His fingers were locked inside her as her muscles twitched around him.

“Damn,” Iron groaned.

Flint’s thumb released the pressure on her clit as he removed his fingers from her body. Mira went limp, trying to catch her breath.

“I told you,” Flint said softly. “Have you learned enough?”

“I want to watch you possess her.”

She heard Flint nearly snarl, sounding really angry. “I think I more than paid the debt, Iron.”

The man hesitated. “I’ll leave you then. Thank you, Flint.”

“Thank you for releasing me from the contract.”

Mira heard the doors open and then shut. The bed dipped as weight shifted on it. The sound of clothes rustling was distinctive. “I’m going to possess you,” Flint growled.

“He’s gone?”

Flint reached up, shoving away the blindfold. Their eyes met as he came down on her, entering her body hard and fast, burying himself balls deep in her pussy. Mira cried out in surprise and pleasure. Flint’s pants were just shoved down his thighs. She was soaking wet, ready for him, as he started to fuck her hard and deep. He braced his arms next to her head. The fact that she couldn’t move, had no
control, that
she was totally at Flint’s mercy wasn’t lost on her, but to her shock, she was really turned-on by it.

“I’ll make this up to you later.”

She couldn’t talk. Flint was pounding into her body. The pleasure was almost painful. She stared up into his face with, fighting the urge to shut her eyes to feel the bliss of him but she wanted to watch Flint’s face. His eyes were closed and then she saw an almost agonized look on his face a second before his body tensed as his mouth opened. He jerked inside her with every spurt of semen that shot into her as he came.

Flint’s beautiful eyes opened when he stopped moving his cock inside her. His expression was solemn. “I knew I wouldn’t last. I felt the need to claim you and I got too turned-on to hold out.”

“It’s all right.”

He chuckled. “I’ll make it up to you in our room.” He shifted his weight so he could balance on one arm. He eyed the restraints and then slowly grinned. His gaze lowered to hers. “Or I could make it up to you now.”

“I’d like to go back to the room.”

He smiled. “You can’t stop me though, can you?”

She stared at him, unsure of what he would do. He smiled wider as he backed up so he knelt between her spread, tied-open thighs. His eyes lifted and she saw his sexy eyes narrow.

“How many times can I make you come for me?”

She was speechless. She didn’t know the answer. Flint chuckled as he reached for her, his fingers teasing her clit. He never looked away from her.

“We’re going to find out.”

Her heart pounded as Flint’s other hand reached up her body. His fingers cupped her breast. He squeezed hard enough to make her moan but he didn’t hurt her.

“I never want you to forget who you belong to, Mira. I’m going to make you come over and over again. Sometimes I’ll fuck you between bouts of you screaming out my name.”

“Flint,” she moaned.

“That’s right. Tell me you belong to me.”

He pinched her clit, teasing it by giving light tugs as the thumb and finger of his other hand repeated the same action to her nipple.

She was turned-on again. “I’m yours, Flint. I belong to you.”

“Don’t ever forget it,
Mirasia
Carver. Never run from me again. Swear it to me.”

“I swear,” she moaned.

Chapter Twelve

Mira was damn nervous as she dressed in the shirt that bared her shoulders and put on pants. She paced, her gaze kept going to the door, knowing that at any moment Flint was would return. They’d reached Garden and Flint had gone to Control two hours before when they’d flown within range of the planet. He was due any time to collect her and take the
Rally
down to the surface.

What would life be like on Garden? When she’d asked Flint, being his vague self, all he had told her was that it would be fine. She hated vague. She was bursting with questions. She was about to be transferred to a planet of
cyborgs
. She paced the room again and was startled when the doors slid open. Flint arched an eyebrow at her when he stepped inside, the doors sliding shut behind him.

She realized that she missed his long hair. He looked handsome with the short cut but the longer hair had been really sexy. She supposed it was her fault that he’d cut it when he’d been angry with her. Mira bit her lip. “Why did you chop off your hair?”

Flint studied her for long seconds before he answered. “You subconsciously played with it and after you left it was a reminder of you that I no longer wished to keep.” He paused. “You look frightened. It is just me.”

“It’s not you I’m afraid of. What is going to happen on the surface?”

“We’ll land and then I have a meeting to go to. We’ll go to my home right afterward. You are frightened for no reason. No one will harm you. You belong to me.”

She was grateful that he hadn’t called her his property. She’d realized since the day he’d broken the deal to sell her that he had not called her property again. He just stated that she belonged to him. In her mind, belonging to him beat being called property. She nodded.

The past four days had been wonderful between them. Flint had stayed in their room with her from the time he’d untied her from the cot until he’d left that morning to go to Control. He had even helped her pack up their belongings though she only owned a few articles of clothing. He leaned down to grab the bag. He almost looked amused.

“The
Rally
waits for us. Let’s go.”

She moved to him and gripped his hand. He froze, looking down at their hands. She frowned, staring up at him.

“What’s wrong?”

No emotion showed on his face or in his eyes. “It is inappropriate for you to touch me in public.”

Hurt hit her. “Oh.” She released his hand. “I don’t want to embarrass you. Should I walk five feet behind you or something like a good slave?”

His dark eyes narrowed. “Garden is not Earth. I would not be embarrassed by you touching me but public displays of physical relationships are not done. The fact that we’re physical will be apparent to anyone who sees my brand on you. A male doesn’t mark a female as I have you unless he values her greatly. I’d be…” He paused. “Dead if I wasn’t aware of you sexually and didn’t fully appreciate you in every sense. It isn’t appropriate to hold hands or kiss in public places here. That just isn’t done with
cyborgs
so touching me wouldn’t be proper conduct.”

Some of her pain eased. “Oh. May I hold your hand while we’re still on the
Star
? It’s not like we’re walking down the center of town.”

“It’s a city and some of the new crew has arrived already. You will see new faces as we board the
Rally
. The
Star
is set to go on a mission in twelve hours. The crew returning to Garden has replacements who reported to the
Star
over an hour ago.”

She nodded. “So should I walk behind you?
Beside you?
In front of you?
I don’t know what is expected of me.” She paused, trying not to sound flip. “What is proper slave etiquette?”

“You may walk at my side and always stay close to me. When we enter the government building you should walk behind me. Never speak unless you are spoken to but no one should speak to you.”

Her gut twisted just a little. “Why wouldn’t they talk to me?” She was afraid he’d say that she was comparable to a pet and that she wouldn’t even be worthy of someone talking to her since she was just property.

“You belong to me. You are mine. Without consent first it would be rude for someone to address you.”

She could live with that. She nodded. “Okay.”

He moved suddenly, his large palm cupped her cheek, a smile curving his generous lips. “Don’t worry, Mira. In a short time we will be home and it will be more comfortable for you. You might be stared at when we are in public. While there are some humans on Garden, human females are a rarity and even then they are a lot older. You are also smaller than the humans I’ve seen here so you will draw attention. Just stay close to me and everything will be fine. I would never let anyone hurt you.”

Mira’s hands brushed his chest. He was wearing his black outfit with the chest plating under the leather material. He looked sexy in his uniform but she hated not being able to touch his skin. She gave him a smile.

“Thank you for comforting me.”

“We must go.” Flint released her face, turning to palm the scanner so the doors slid open.

Mira almost ran to keep up with Flint’s lengthy stride. The man had long damn legs. She touched him in the lift because they were alone. When the doors shut she reached over to grip his arm as the lift dropped.

“I really hate this damn thing. Would it kill someone to slow the speed on it?”

Chuckling, Flint grinned at her. When it stopped and the doors opened Mira released his arm. She walked quickly after him, following him into a large cargo area. She was shocked as she spotted a lot of strange
cyborg
men. She sensed eyes on her and met more than a few curious looks from the large
cyborgs
.

“They are unloading their things and resupplying the ship,” Flint said softly as they walked to where the
Rally
was docked to the
Star
.

Iron was waiting for them by the docking sleeve, wearing his uniform. He smiled at Flint. Flint stopped to nod at the other man. Their eyes locked.

“You’re lucky that your shift is over. I guess I’ll see you in six months.” Iron gave Flint another nod. His gaze jerked to Mira and then back to Flint. “Good luck.”

“Good luck to you. How is your human coming along?”

Iron smiled. “Your instructions were excellent.”

“Safe travel,” Flint said softly. “Keep in contact. Otherwise I’ll see you next shift.”

The
Rally
’s cargo area was packed. Flint led her to a corner free of boxes, dropped his bag and then one of his arms suddenly encircled Mira, pulling her into his body. That arm locked around her waist as his other arm reached up to find a grip on the wall. Mira stared up at him.

“I thought you couldn’t touch me in public. If we were any closer…” She winked at him.

Flint grinned down at her. “The
Rally
is about to drop from the
Star
. It literally drops. Hang on to me tightly.”

“Oh shit, it’s not as bad as the lift, is it? I hate that falling feeling.” As she spoke she locked her arms around his waist and clasped her fingers together at his spine.

Flint’s arm around her waist tightened. “It’s worse. I’m sorry. We’ll drop from the
Star
and then hit the atmosphere. It can get a little bumpy. Just hold on to me tightly.”

“Where are the damn seat belts?” She frantically looked around the cargo area.

A chuckle came from Flint.

Mira’s head shot up and she sent him a dirty look. “That wasn’t a joke. Where are seats with belts?”

“We’re
cyborgs
. We just brace and hold on. It will be fine.”