Desire's Prisoner (Planet Desire Book 1) (10 page)

E
vena followed Adam
to the atrium, tugging at the snug fit of her reclamation suit. Funny, she’d never noticed before how closely the fabric hugged her crotch. She hoped like hell it wasn’t obvious to anyone who looked that her labia were swollen to twice their normal size.

Adam’s predicament was far more amusing. Even a bed cover wrapped around his middle didn’t lessen the masculine impact of his hard-edged features. He still looked like one dangerous dude—regardless of the pink sheet.

They entered the atrium, the place of solace and nurturing. Evena sniffed at the air inside and wrinkled her nose. Where the scent of greenery and blooming flowers should have lingered, the ripe aroma of sex permeated the air.

A hundred nude bodies littered the ground—some snoring lightly, others beginning to stir and interweave their limbs, moaning in lazy, unfrenzied coupling.

Adam looked over his shoulder.

His expression was guarded. She wondered if he thought she’d be repulsed. With a wry shrug, she made her way over to him.

“Help me find my clothing,” he whispered.

They made their way to the spot he’d laid the previous night. Reaching beneath the buttocks of a sleeping woman, he pulled out his breeches. Evena found his black shirt, wadded beneath the head of another, who grinned sleepily and amiably lifted her head to relinquish her pillow.

Adam dressed, and Evena looked for members of her security force. Calandra she found with Adam’s young science officer, her head pillowed on his belly, his flaccid sex beside her mouth. Evena nudged her with her toe.

Calandra blinked owlishly for a moment before rolling onto her back and stretching.

The sight of the woman’s swollen breasts made Evena’s fluids stir. The delicious memory of those tits stabbing at her tongue made her mouth water. Odd, but the naughty things they’d done together in the dark didn’t embarrass Evena a bit.

Calandra grinned and parted her legs.

An invitation Evena regretfully ignored. Shaking her head, she said, “We need to get the guards up to make their rounds. This place will be hopping in a little while.”

“Darn.” Calandra sat up, rubbing her crotch. With an indrawn whistle, she replied sheepishly. “Don’t think I’m up to it, anyway.”

Knowing how she felt, Evena gave her a hand up. Calandra surprised her by leaning in, and Evena’s hand lifted automatically to caress her bare breast, massaging the heavy tissue. Then Calandra pressed her lips to hers, and Evena couldn’t resist the welcome swirl of her tongue. They shared a long kiss before drawing away to catch their breath.

Calandra gave a slow, wicked smile, a promise of more to come.

Then Evena went in search of more of her officers.

One by one, she found her enterprising guards and woke them or drew their attention from their fucking to let them know they needed to get to work.

The last person she found was Mary. Evena stood over her for a long moment, staring. Mary rested on her back, Darak draped over her body, his cock still embedded in the short curls of Mary’s sex, his lips sucking a breast like a baby as he slept.

Mary’s muscled arms enfolded him as gently as any mother.

She’d never seen her CB sergeant nude. Evena’s tongue stuck to the top of her mouth, instantly dry. The black woman’s body was anything but masculine. With her new-found appreciation for the female form, Evena’s heated gaze raked the dark, purple-brown nipples crowning her large breasts. The tips extended like the long, slender stamens of a rare orchid she’d seen once in the garden of a family friend. They invited a mouth to suckle.

Her gaze swept lower. Mary’s belly was taut, the musculature evident beneath the satiny skin. Her dark labia were furled like a flower around Darak’s pale cock. Evena’s newly awakened sexuality made her wonder whether the curls that framed that amazing cunt would have the same texture as the close-cropped curls on the woman’s head.

Mary stirred and her eyes opened. Seeing Evena, her mouth stretched into an impish grin, exposing her white teeth with the gap in the center. “Hey there.”

Embarrassed to be caught ogling her friend, Evena shifted on her feet.

“Don’t be ashamed,” Mary said softly. “I’ve been watching you for a long while, too.” Glancing at Evena’s crotch, she smirked. “Looks like you had a little too much action yourself last night, girl.”

Darak moaned against Mary’s breast.

She gave a throaty laugh. “Come to Mama.”

“Not again, Mary. My dick’s numb.” Without opening his eyes, he smacked his lips, found the nipple, and tugged. “Mmmm.” Darak centered himself between Mary’s thighs and pumped halfheartedly at her cunt.

A large hand encircled Evena’s waist, and Adam’s warm breath stirred the hair beside her ear. “I almost feel sorry for him,” he whispered.

“He’s a lucky guy,” she protested.

“She’s more than he deserves.”

“And don’t I know it,” Mary interjected, wrapping her substantial thighs around Darak’s lean waist.

“Bring him to the galley as soon as he’s up,” Adam said.

“Poor word choice,” Evena murmured, earning a rebuke in the form of squeeze to her buttocks.

“Sure thing, Captain,” Mary replied.

Adam led Evena away, his hand at the small of her back. “The interviews will begin after the crew breaks their fast. Do you suppose you could place an announcement over your ship’s intercom to let the ladies know we’ll be expecting them?”

“Not a problem. I have to remind the women to get back into their suits, as well. Yesterday was nice, but we still have to recycle.”

Adam smoothed a hand over her hip. “Do your women not know how revealing those suits are?”

“Are you saying you like the way we look in them?”

They reached the place where the corridor branched.

Adam turned her to face him and drew her into his arms. “Truthfully,” he said, his voice dipping low, “I’d like better to see you in nothing at all, but the material of the suits fit close to your curves. It leaves little to the imagination.”

“So, when you first saw me—”

He traced a finger along her breast. “I could discern the shape of your breasts and the outline of your areolas and nipples. I knew the sight of me aroused you. Even now, I can tell how swollen you are from our love play.”

Evena blushed. His blunt talk aroused her, even as the knowledge that her body’s visible response embarrassed her. Hell, her body was an open book for anyone to read.

Adam bent to kiss her lips before heading to the galley.

Evena mused that she was becoming accustomed to his attentions, even craved them.

And she’d only known him for a day.

*

With Calandra following
on her heels, Evena set out on an inspection of the HS block cells. Frequent searches were required to ensure the prisoners weren’t up to any mischief. So far this morning, no homemade weapons or evidence of security lock tampering had been uncovered.

As they neared Celestine’s cell, Evena’s back stiffened. She really, really didn’t like the woman.

“Celestine’s been kinda quiet,” Calandra said.

So had Calandra.

Evena appreciated the fact the other woman pretended nothing out of the ordinary had occurred between them. As the hours passed, she grew unsure how she felt about their lovemaking. “Is she aware pirates are aboard?”

“Probably. You know how the prison grapevine works.”

“Brace yourself. She’s likely to be especially obnoxious.”

“My club is ready. I really wish she’d slit her own throat with that whip yesterday.”

Evena silently agreed.

At Celestine’s cell door, she raised her hand in front of the scanner until her palm print was verified, and the laser bars flickered off.

Celestine lay on the bed on her side, her head resting on one hand. Her reclamation suit gaped open, slit to her waist with the sides pushed apart to frame her breasts.

“We’re back to full suits today, Celestine. You need to zip it up,” Evena said.

Celestine swept a hand over one breast, plumping it, and then rolled the nipple between her fingers. “I bet you saw hundreds of breasts yesterday.” Her tongue snaked out and she licked her fingertips before she resumed twisting her nipple.

Her sharp-eyed gaze lifted to glare at Evena. “Heard you even had a couple of these in your own mouth.”

Evena shot a quick glance at Calandra, who shook her head, confirming that Celestine’s sources were her own. That worried Evena. The psychopath was supposed to be isolated from the rest of the prison population.

Celestine’s gaze remained on Evena. “Bet you didn’t see any as beautiful as mine,” she said, while continuing to caress her breast until the tip blushed a deep red.

Keeping her face expressionless, Evena said, “Get up. You know the routine.”

Celestine smiled and shimmied off the bed, her breasts jiggling becomingly. Brushing past Evena, she deliberately grazed the Captain’s arm with her nipple.

When Celestine stood against the wall opposite the bed, Evena began her search. She was disappointed when she found nothing. She’d wanted an excuse to bust the psychopath’s chops. With a jerk of her head, she indicated Celestine could return to her bed.

As she sauntered past Evena, she leaned close and sniffed loudly.

Evena pushed her away.

Calandra raised her club.

Celestine laughed and moved away. “I smell man all over you, Evena. Can’t get enough, can you? Who will you turn to when they leave, hmmm?” She lay back down on her bed. Ignoring the two women, she pushed a hand inside her suit and began to masturbate.

Evena curled her lip in disgust, and she turned on her heel to leave the cell. Once outside, she turned to Calandra. “I want to know who’s talking to her. Log every visitor. Double up the guards. Someone’s playing a dangerous game.”

Celestine’s mocking laughter followed them down the corridor.

*

Adam surveyed the
dining room, satisfied all was progressing nicely. A line of women waited their turn to see Doc, who extracted a small blood sample from their earlobes to run through his portable diagnostic chamber. Multiple samples, with the women’s blood smeared on blotter tissues, were set in the tray inside the chamber. The women didn’t have time to take their seats again before the monitor on the chamber gave readouts for each sample, the test of primary importance being the fertility reading.

Several women had already been turned away for fertility problems, but the rest waited in the next line to speak individually with one of the twelve pirates conducting interviews.

No internal examinations were being conducted this day. Once the field was narrowed, Doc intended to examine every woman to ensure she could bear a child without complications.

Adam grinned when he remembered how enraged Evena had become when he’d suggested the women’s circumferences should be measured. He was lucky his men hadn’t hit on that very idea. Adam stood behind one of his men, Milton Everhardt, as he interviewed the blonde woman with the scar across her cheek that Adam had seen among Darak’s harem the previous evening.

The scar did little to detract from her loveliness. Her long, sandy-blonde hair and cream-colored skin would please any number of his crew.

He leaned closer to gauge how the interview was going.

“So, Miss Aurelia, have you ever worked on a farm?”

“No, but I’ve worked in a brothel.”

“Well, that’s a fine profession. Some of our men have very particular sexual requirements. Let me see.” Milton removed his wrist computer, laid it on the table, and pushed a button to raise a holographic display of a list. “Here’s Akron’s list. His first requirement is ‘Must love anal sex.’”

“What’s this Akron look like?”

“I have a picture here.” He pressed another button.

Adam nearly burst his gut suppressing his laughter when a picture of Akron Kelly’s nude body flashed above the table.

“Oh, my. Is this picture to scale?” Aurelia asked, staring at the man’s engorged cock.

“Pretty much so,” replied Milton. “I took the picture myself.”

“Tell Akron I adore anal sex, bondage with chains, spanking…anything he desires,” she replied eagerly.