Desire's Slave Page 11

  Calandra was given no respite when he buried his tongue inside her a second time to search for the next grape. Unable to control her arousal, her hips pumped against his mouth and his groaning grew louder.

  With one last attempt at keeping her mind on the rescue she said, “Please…the bed!”

  Ignoring her plea, his lips found her clitoris, and he fluttered the hard tip of his tongue against it, then lifted the ring and tugged it gently.

  She squirmed and bucked, but couldn’t dislodge him from his intent.

  Thus began a cycle of loving torture as he circled her clit with the flat of his tongue, then stabbed into her vagina and tugged the ring again. Over and over again, he suckled and parried, until her mind reeled and her belly shook with building excitement.

  Calandra lost herself in his mastery, vaguely aware of Mary pleasuring her breasts. The pressure built until the dam burst in splinters of silvery light, and Calandra cried out.

  The Hazar pressed closed lips to her cunt, then her belly. “Well done!” He licked his lips and grinned. “Your passion is sweet.”

  Coming back to herself, Calandra’s face burned. Again, Drago had a ringside view of her orgasm in another’s arms. She’d seen his face dart out from behind the blue window casing—but too quickly to gauge his reaction.

  “Come!” The Hazar’s voice drew her back. “There is no place for embarrassment here. Your passion pleases me.”

  Calandra offered him a small smile. “What can we do to please you, sire?”

  He sat on the sofa and stretched his arms along the tops of the cushions. “I would have you both pleasure me with your mouths, but do not forget each other’s as you work.”

  Mary and Calandra shared an exasperated glance. It might be morning before they convinced him to take them to his bed. Whatever the men had planned, the women knew tonight would their only chance of escape.

  Together Mary and Calandra, operating from opposite sides, kissed and licked their way from his head to his hips.

  Not content to simply enjoy their efforts, the Hazar often pulled their heads up to savor their lips in deep, tongue-writhing kisses.

  Calandra found his breath minty, and his perfect lips were soft, yet firm. His kisses stole her breath.

  Had her heart not already found its mate, the man might have tempted her to stay.

  Again, reaching his hips, Calandra tongued the chains surrounding his hips and stopped. “How do we remove these chains?”

  “The chains meet beneath my penis,” he said, grasping his cock in his hand to pull it high, exposing the pouch and the golden clasp. “The clasp will release them, and you can slide it away.”

  Calandra touched his penis for the first time and it pulsed. Indulging her curiosity, she wrapped her fingers around it, dislodging his hand.

  His laughter curled around her. She had pleased him with her daring.

  Warm velvet skin gloved a pure steel rod. Pushing it up, Calandra looked beneath to find the clasp. When Mary drew the chains away, Calandra noted his balls were brown, and the sacs hairless. She stroked them with a finger.

  The Hazar’s breath hitched and his hand grasped her hair and pulled her face toward his groin.

  Resigned that there wasn’t any way around it, Calandra bent to lick his balls, capturing one in her mouth and sucking it rhythmically.

  Above her Mary’s hand grasped his cock. Then she licked around the long shaft, while twisting her hands and riding it up and down.

  Remembering that they should play with each other too, Calandra joined Mary, her tongue swirling along his dick, occasionally mating with Mary’s before resuming its path.

  The Hazar’s chest rose and fell, his breath coming harder now. Fisting hands in their hair, he guided their tongues where he wanted. Finally, he pressed the head of his cock against Mary’s lips.

  Not needing instruction, Mary sank her mouth over his cock, again and again. Calandra did her part to encourage the Hazar to come by sucking on his balls and gliding her fisted hands around the base of his cock.

  His hips lifted and lowered, and he groaned loudly as he neared the end. Calandra gently teethed the sacs and he came, spewing come like a fountain around Mary’s face.

  When he roused, he looked at them and laughed. “Come, we must clean your face my black pearl.” He stood and offered them his hands to pull them up.

  Finally, making their way to his bed, Calandra chanced looking over her shoulder at the open window. There was no sign of Darak or Drago.

  *

  In the darkness high above the courtyard, Drago adjusted the rope seat of his harness. Despite the constricting ropes, his cock was engorged.

  Damn Calandra! And damn the Hazar! Just minutes ago, he’d seen her face contorted in passion and heard her cries as she’d orgasmed against the ruler’s mouth. “Do you suppose they even want rescuing now?” he asked Darak who had no such problem with his seat.

  Darak grimaced and whispered, “With all the women he has, he must know a thousand ways to please them. But my Mary likes having her own way.”

  “Wish I could say the same of Calandra. Why the hell is it taking them so long to get him away from the windows?”

  “It’s probably just as well they drain him dry first. He won’t have the energy to call the guards.”

  The muted voices within the room moved away. Darak pushed his feet against the wall and bounced next to the window. Peering around the edge, he muttered, “About bloody time.”

  Drago maneuvered himself next to the opposite side of the window and saw the women climbing into the large poster bed with the Hazar. With the curtains rolled up, the men had a fine view of the three people rolling in the bed.

  “My golden angel, kiss me,” he heard the Hazar say. A moment later he heard, “Bring your hips to my face and let me suck you, while I pleasure your friend.”

  Peering around the corner, Drago watched Calandra place her knees on either side of the man’s face, and saw her bite her lips against a ragged gasp when he must have licked her tender flesh. Angry that the other man could arouse her, and frustrated because she was there because of him, Drago could only watch as she bent to take the other man’s cock into her mouth and bobbed her head over it.

  Mary spread her legs and his hand disappeared between them. The moans that followed testified to the skill of the Hazar as both women lost themselves in passion.

  Drago cursed under his breath, jealousy eating at his guts, even as his cock stabbed at his breeches. Watching the women from the darkness, knowing they couldn’t see him, was arousing him.

  Darak waved for his attention, and then climbed through the window, dropping silently to the floor. Drago followed, crawling past the sofas still redolent with arousal.

  Nearing the bed, he and Darak came to their feet and crouched low as they approached. When he reached the foot of the bed, he ducked beneath the edge. Waiting for Darak, he darted a glance onto the bed and his gaze slammed into Calandra’s as her hands caressed the Hazar’s cock.

  Her mouth fell open and she froze—but only for a moment before her abdomen lifted and dipped and she let loose a long, low moan. With her eyes wide with distress, her body appeared helpless to halt its response.

  Drago put one finger to his lips to remind her to be quiet, then slipped around the side of the bed.

  Suddenly, the Hazar slapped Calandra’s ass and pushed her legs to the side. “If you are intending to murder me, at least have courtesy enough to let me enjoy my last trip to paradise.”

  Drago leapt onto the bed and shoved the women from the Hazar’s body, while Darak placed a laser-stun to his throat.

  “Damn!” Darak said, pressing the gun harder against his skin. “Now that I’m here, I’m not sure I don’t want to use this on you.”

  Mary pressed herself to Darak’s back and wrapped her arms around him. “Baby, are you jealous? Let’s not have the whole planet on our asses. Besides, he didn’t do us any harm.”

  “I take it you kno
w these women?” the dry tone of the Hazar’s voice rankled Drago’s nerves.

  “This is my man,” Mary said, squeezing Darak.

  The Hazar nodded to Darak. “Forgive me if I cannot say with honesty that it is a pleasure to meet you.” His gaze turned to Drago. “Are you here for the blonde?”

  “Her name is Calandra,” Drago ground out. “And I’ve come to liberate her.”

  “He’s not my man.” Calandra’s voice pulled his gaze to her. “He sold me to Mogi.” Hurt and defiance warred in her expression.

  “Did you find a wealthier buyer?” the Hazar asked.

  Drago’s gaze didn’t leave hers. “I decided she wasn’t for sale.”

  The Hazar swept a clinical glance over Calandra. “She is a bit overblown, but exceptionally passionate. I can understand you changing your mind.”

  “I don’t need your understanding or your permission,” Drago said, feeling his body tighten against the storm of anger that threatened to break all over the Hazar. “Ladies, find something to wear.”

  “Look in the chest against the wall. I have some riding clothes that might do.” At Drago’s start of surprise the Hazar lifted a brow. “This is the best entertainment I’ve had in a while.”

  Mary dropped off the bed and padded toward the chest.

  When Calandra didn’t move, Drago said, “Get something on or I’ll carry you naked from here.”

  “Perhaps I don’t need rescuing,” she said and crossed her arms over her breasts. “After all, what girl wouldn’t want all the Hazar has to offer.”

  Noting her glance at the Hazar’s impressive erection, Drago’s eyes narrowed. “I know you aren’t talking about his great wealth, you don’t need money, right?”

  Calandra’s chin tilted up. “You’re right about that.”

  “So it must be his lovemaking.”

  Flags of wild color burned her cheeks. “You should know. You watched.”

  Remembering her face, flushed with the release the Hazar had given her, Drago cursed as his cock crowded his breeches, again.

  The Hazar chuckled and his mouth stretched in a knowing smile.

  “Just get some damn clothes on,” Drago ordered.

  “No,” she said, her expression mutinous. “You are the last man in the galaxy I’d go anywhere with.”

  “Is that right?” Drago reached above him and tore down a gauzy curtain.

  Calandra’s face paled. “I don’t know what you think you’re going to do, but if you touch me, I’ll scream murder.”

  A hand clamped over her mouth and a strong embrace immobilized her. “Sorry, baby girl. But you have got to watch that temper!” Mary said.

  The Hazar’s chuckles grew louder.

  Darak rolled his eyes and tapped the laser-stun to the potentate’s neck. The current jerked his body.

  “Darak, you didn’t kill him did you?” Mary asked, her expression only mildly curious.

  “No. Unfortunately, he’s still breathing and aware of everything we say.”

  “Baby, are you jealous,” Mary asked, a wicked smile stretching across her face.

  “Fuck, yeah!”

  Drago wasted no more time and wrapped a struggling Calandra in the fabric, careful to enclose her arms next to her body. “Can’t have you pulling my hair out, love. Don’t give me a reason to gag you, too.”

  The scalding glance she gave him could have taken strips off his flesh. He bussed her lips with a kiss, draped her over his shoulder and headed to the window.

  “You are not taking me down that wall,” she wriggled against his shoulder.

  With a smack to her backside, Drago reached out for the rope dangling outside the window and attached it the harness around his waist.

  “Ohmygod! You’re out of your mind! If you drop me—”

  “Sweetheart, do you really think I’d let you fall? If I were you, I’d worry more about what I’m going to do when I get you on the ground.”

  Calandra wriggled again, furious at Drago’s tone. What right did he have to act the jealous lover? He was responsible for her being here in the first place. She’d only been making the best of a bad situation.

  However, his threat tantalized her. Already stimulated by the activator oil and the wicked things the Hazar had been doing to her pussy, her body was further inflamed by the tight fabric that held her arms immobile and chafed her aroused nipples.

  Drago slapped her ass again and Calandra’s cunt oozed with excitement. Her buttocks squirmed.

  “Like that, do you?” Drago’s deep murmur curled her toes. He climbed onto the window ledge and turned to face the room.

  Suddenly, she was suspended high above the shadowed courtyard below. As Drago began to lower them, step by step, she squeezed her eyes shut and held her breath.

  Only when his feet touched the ground, did she breath easy again. He laid her gently in the cobblestone and removed his harness, attaching to the rope for Darak to pull back up.

  Then his attention returned to her.

  Moonlight and the lampglow from inside the palace illuminated his taut features. He knelt beside her and unwound the gauze from her body. When her arms were free, Calandra palmed her aching breasts and rubbed to ease the ache.

  Drago’s breath hitched and his hand went to the waist of his breeches. He shoved them down, freeing his erection. Wordlessly, Calandra opened her thighs and he sank to his knees between them.

  Without preamble, he hooked his arms beneath her thighs, lifting her hips from the ground and thrust straight into her core. “Damn you,” he muttered, but his hips glided his penis in and out of her dew-slicked channel. “Is this for me? Or are you still aroused by his lovemaking?”

  “Does is matter?” She grunted as he pounded away at her cunt. The activator oil and her own desire combined to create a heat that was quickly bringing her to the brink another mind-blowing orgasm.

  If his labored breath was any indication, he wasn’t far behind her. Drago had been as seduced by watching her make love with the Hazar as she had been knowing his angry gaze had watched her every move. Her hands plucked at the rings in her nipples, tugging the chain attached to her clit.

  She forgot about the cool stone beneath her back and the sounds of Mary and Darak as they climbed down the wall above her. Only Drago’s powerful thrusts mattered. His cock, gliding in and out, became her focus. She’d thought she’d never know this joy again.

  When the first ripple of completion gripped her vagina, her hips grew rigid and she bit her lips to stifle the scream that would have erupted. Drago’s back arched and he drove his cock deep inside her and her body clasped him tightly, milking his seed.

  He dropped her legs and covered her with his body, his lips seeking hers. Calandra wound her arms tightly around his neck and vowed to never let him go.

  Chapter Eleven

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  Aboard the Intrepid once again, Calandra paced the floor of the small cabin she’d been assigned by Darak, while he and the remainder of the pirate crew prepared the shuttle for its final trip to their new planet. Having been ordered to remain inside, she hadn’t seen Drago since he’d dumped her on the skycraft along with Mary, Darak, and Fahgwat, and disappeared into the night outside the walled city of Raban.

  Further, she hadn’t a clue where to look for him should she have the urge to find him—not that anything that insane would ever happen. After they’d made love in the courtyard, he’d withdrawn from her, leaving her confused and hurt. He’d had his pleasure, then promptly abandoned her again.

  The portal slid open, and she turned expecting Mary or Darak. Instead, Drago stepped through. Dressed in a black shirt that tied at his throat and black leather pants, he looked dark and dangerous.

  “What are you doing here?” she asked, and lifted her chin. No way was he going to know that her heart had leapt from her chest and was lodged securely in her throat.

  He swept her with a look that started at her eyes and paused in all the tormented spots on its way to her feet,
which peaked out from beneath the hem of her kahfet. “Just making sure you get on that flight. Can’t have you roaming around inflicting chaos on an unsuspecting public.”

  “Oooh!” She scowled. “They should be really, really afraid. Big, bad me might eat them all up.” Calandra blushed instantly.

  He opened his mouth to speak, then shook his head. “Uh uh. Nope. Not going there. We’d trade insults, until one of us gets so mad we lock lips to get the other to shut up.”

  Wearing nothing but the silken kahfet Drago had given her as she boarded the skycraft between her resolve and his hot bod, Calandra licked her lips. “We’re not locking lips.”

  “Right, no lips. You’ve got a shuttle to catch.” He took a step toward her.

  “And you had to tell me this in person?”

  “Thing is, I thought you might need…help.”

  She raised an eyebrow. Funny, he looked a little nervous. She crossed her arms beneath her chest, molding the kahfet to her breasts and pushing them up so that he couldn’t help but notice her nipples, straining at the fabric. She hoped his cock would strangle in his tight pants.

  His gaze dropped immediately to her chest.

  Calandra cleared her throat.

  His eyes lifted, and he smiled crookedly. “Well, seeing as how you and Mary were anointed with activator oil…and you can’t be very…”

  “…comfortable?” She pouted her lips.

  Interestingly, his attention seemed to be arrested with her every little move.

  Her eyes narrowed, while her mind considered her course. The man needed a little lesson.

  She licked her lips again. “Well, now that you mention it, I have this itch…”

  His breath hitched, and he stepped closer. “Anything I can do?”

  Calandra tilted her face to look up at him. “Maybe. But I’ll still hate you.”

  He leaned toward her a little smile curving the corners of his lips. “I understand. I’m a bastard.”

  Calandra took her courage in her hands and shoved at his chest, pushing him back. “Dammit Drago, you left me again. Without an explanation. Do you know how that felt?”