Alien Hostage (36 page)

Falinset answered her. “I think you are immensely practical. You know what has to be done to keep yourself and others safe. You waste no time on second-guessing that or hurting over it.” Like I have, he thought.

Wekniz regarded her with no hint of disdain. “It’s a gift. Most couldn’t do it. Many would hesitate. You did right. In training camp, we were taught that hesitation will get you killed.”

She didn’t look convinced. “I don’t know. I’ve always thought I might be a sociopath to be able to murder a man and continue to live my life like it never happened.”

Nur smiled comfortingly. “A sociopath wouldn’t love Noelle the way you do. She wouldn’t continue to fret over the other women Ket is holding hostage. She wouldn’t be beside herself with rage over what everyone else is suffering.”

Her face registered surprise. She stared at him for a long moment as she turned the matter over in her mind. Bit by bit, her shoulders began to relax. Relief crept over her face, and then she smiled.

It was a real smile, one that reached all the way into her eyes. All the darkness there had disappeared. There was the hint of a chuckle in her voice as she said to Falinset, “I’m just practical, huh?”

He laughed, mostly at the openness that had dawned on her face. It was a glimpse into an undamaged Tasha, one who hadn’t had her trust in others shaken so badly.

He told her, “Maybe there’s a little disassociation with your actions as well.”

Wekniz added, “That would be a survival mechanism. Not mental illness.”

“I’m not a homicidal maniac then, ready to kill if the right triggers are pulled?” Her relieved smile remained. “Just ready to run if the wrong things are said.”

“Like a lover telling you that what’s going on is what you want. Or pretending to ask for your compliance rather than ordering you straight out.” Nur looked as if he’d had an epiphany.

“Look at me,” she said with exaggerated exuberance. “I’m not a monster after all.”

“No more than me,” Falinset assured her. “I’ll kill Maf or Ket if I get the chance. And I feel no worse about it than you do.”

“None of you could be monsters,” Nur insisted. “I don’t want to make love to monsters.”

Tasha glanced at the chronometer on the wall. The men did as well. Falinset realized they had maybe half an hour before Noelle would wake from her afternoon nap. They exchanged grins all around.

“Shall we have Nur prove that statement?” Tasha asked.

The men chuckled. She beamed, apparently taking it as their assent that there would be fun.

Noting how little time was available for all three men to enjoy her, Falinset decided to act quickly. He moved like a flash of dark lightning, getting behind her and grabbing her by the nape of her neck. Controlling her. Letting her know unquestionably who was in charge.

* * * *

The firm grip on her neck relaxed Tasha. Falinset’s authority was established in an instant. Her belly warmed.

Wekniz and Nur smiled down on her. She couldn’t see Falinset, but she could feel him just fine. Pleasure licked through her to be surrounded by the three big males. They always gave her what she needed.

The Nobek told his clanmates, “I enjoy how she goes so soft with surrender when she’s supposed to. You’d think we’d trained her ourselves.”

Nur sighed. “If only. Putting her through her paces would have been a delight too.”

Tasha wondered if he’d like a little resistance to have to break through. She’d have to consider the matter carefully.

There was a tug at the bottom of her blouse from behind. “You may take this off.”

Tasha obeyed, pulling at the resealable seam in front before she’d even thought about it. Submitting to the members of Clan Falinset always felt natural. Even now, with the three of them staring at her, making her feel deliciously vulnerable, her soul said it was right to do as they told her.

The blouse slipped down her arms, falling to the floor to puddle at her heels. “Bra too,” Falinset said.

The air felt cool, the manufactured breeze from the vid-window wafting against her bared breasts. An eager shiver ran down her spine.

“Lovely,” Wekniz declared. His calloused hand swept over one breast, sending a stab of pleasure from chest to pussy.

“Extremely,” Nur agreed. He tugged on the nipple of the other breast. There was a brief burst of pain that warmed the growing arousal.

“You may thank them for their compliments,” Falinset said from behind. The soft sound of his voice with that unmistakable commanding edge lit her body as much as the men’s touches.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

“Good girl.” His approval felt like a caress all over her body. Then he said, “Skirt off now.”

She stripped it off, letting it puddle to the floor with the rest of her clothing. The men looked her over, evaluating her as if considering whether or not to buy a piece of merchandise. Tasha wasn’t sure why being inspected in such a way made her pulse quicken or brought wet warmth between her thighs.

“We have not all three had you at once yet,” Falinset said at length. “We don’t have time for it now, either. I suggest we play a little, give ourselves something to whet our appetites for later.”

Wekniz and Nur nodded, dangerous half-smiles pulling at their lips. Tasha’s nerves notched up. They looked up to no good. And what did Falinset mean by ‘whet our appetites for later’? They weren’t going to have sex?

He let go of the back of her neck. His hands closed over her wrists, and he moved her hands to where he’d been gripping her all this time. “Lace your fingers and keep them there unless we say otherwise. You’re to make yourself available to us. For now, just stand there.”

She obeyed, clutching her hands together behind her neck. The position was one of her favorites. It lifted her heavy breasts, making them appear perkier.

Meanwhile, the men ran their hands over her body. Wekniz’s rough calloused paws rasped against her skin. Nur’s soft touch smoothed her body as if made of silk. The sensation from Falinset’s hands was somewhere in between.

Wekniz’s hand circled her throat, an act of power. Tasha’s breath caught, but not in fear. It was excitement coursing through her, making her skeleton feel like it might melt and leave her with no support. From there, the Nobek’s hand swept down, moving between her breasts and then cupping one of the weighty orbs.

Nur’s tender fingertips traced down her stomach, pausing to outline her belly button. The sensation would have normally been ticklish. This time Tasha found it making her insides feeling funny, but not in a laughing sort of way. Corralled by the three men, the Imdiko’s questing touch made her insides squirm in an elated dance. His fingers drifted lower to trace the line where her pubic hair began. Her skin prickled all over.

Falinset’s firm hands rubbed down her hips. Then he cupped her buttocks, giving them a squeeze before massaging them in an almost punishing grip. One hand left its cheek and delivered a slap from beneath, making that side bounce. Tasha jumped with a startled, “Oh!” She groaned as the Dramok rubbed the offended flesh, shoving the hurt deeper into the tissues. Then his other hand repeated the swat on her opposite buttock, making it bounce and hurt too.

Wekniz pinched her nipples, applying growing pressure until she rose up on her toes with a moan. He released them and leaned down to soothe first one, then the other with his wet lips. Her inner thighs were painted with her juices now, a fact Nur discovered as he ran his fingers in the folds between thighs and pussy. The Imdiko smiled and stroked her pubic curls. “I’m going to remove this hair. Next time I enjoy her body, I want her pussy bare to the skin.”

Tasha had shaved her sex before. It shouldn’t have been a big deal to hear Nur wanted her shaved again. Yet the way he said it, as if he had every right to expect her compliance – plus the fact he planned to do it himself – made her insides tremble. She’d never been shaved by a man before. It sounded incredibly intimate.

His fingers slid along her slit as she considered the idea. All at once her arousal was burning hot, making her gasp. “So wet for us. That pleases me.” His thumb dragged across the tip of her clit, and she damned near jogged in place as she shifted from foot to foot in reaction. How could a mere touch be so incredibly profound? A touch that was still there, still pressed against her nub, making the room rock like a ship at sea. She started to move against the enticing pressure.

“Stay still.”

With that stern command, she froze. Her body clamored to rub against his touch, to bring climax sweeping over her and relieving her of the demanding heat that had built up inside. But Tasha knew her place. She was to do as she was told. If not, there were three men, three demanding men, who would not scruple to discipline her for disobedience. Worse still, she would disappoint them. That awful thought kept her motionless as the long, aching seconds ticked by.

“Good girl,” Nur murmured, taking his thumb off her clit. He stroked the soft curls of her pubic hair yet again. His tone easy, he said, “Spread your legs.”

Recalling how he’d spoken of wishing he’d gotten the chance to train her to obedience, Tasha decided to test his patience. “But you said stay still.”

The man behind her whacked each ass cheek like before, the slaps coming hard and fast to make the flesh jiggle. As the same time, Wekniz delivered similar swats to her breasts, bringing bee sting hurt to the mounds. She felt every vibration through her core, the pain more aphrodisiac than punishment. “Apologize to my Imdiko and do as you’re told,” he growled in her ear.

Her ass burned, sending eager flames to lick at her clit. “I’m sorry, Imdiko Nur.” She lowered her eyes from his intense stare, her stomach squirming with equal parts excitement and anxiety. She opened her stance, feeling her pussy lips spread.

He said nothing in reprimand or encouragement. He put his hand between her legs, letting his fingers drift delicately over her intimate petals. Tasha shook as pleasure heightened, stabbing deep into her core.

He found her opening and drove a finger inside her. Tasha cried out as her sleeve clutched at the intruder. She rocked up on her toes and stayed there as he plunged in and out of her, his fingertip seeking and finding the nest of nerves inside. Her body boiled as tautness wound it tight. One foot left the floor. Down again, and the other foot lifted. He had her running in place once more.

“She’s a dancer,” Falinset chuckled.

“Indeed.” She could hear the grin in Nur’s voice. He gave her another finger and then a third. She spasmed tight around the driving digits fucking her. “All the attention we’ve been giving her, and she still has a lovely, tight pussy. Earther women are too delicious.”

He pulled his fingers free, showing the others how her honey coated them. Tasha followed the retreat with haunted eyes. Nur licked his fingers and smiled at her. “Absolutely yummy creatures.”

“Or maybe just this one,” Wekniz mused. He continued to play with her breasts, keeping her nipples rock hard. He checked the chronometer and sighed. “Not much time left.”

Falinset echoed his sigh from behind. “No, there’s not. Let’s give her something to think about. I suggest more of what she’s had until she’s done.”

Tasha had no time to wonder what he meant before they went at her, the energy more furious than before.

Wekniz concentrated on her breasts, delivering punishment and pleasure in equal shares until she wasn’t sure which was which. His hot mouth engulfed one mound, sucking hard as his tongue laved the sensitive rosy pink of her areola. Meanwhile he pinched and slapped the other breast, turning it red and aching from harsh use. Then he switched so that the aching flesh received kindness and the pleasured side torment. Everything he did sent sensation swirling throughout her body, the heady mix of pain and pleasure one riotous feeling.

Meanwhile, Falinset spanked her ass, his big hands roasting her backside. The burn poured into the inferno already burning in her belly, making her hotter, needier with every strike. She was helpless to stop him, having given herself to his control. The meaty smacks echoed in the room, punctuated by her breathless cries.

Nur pushed his fingers inside her again. Taking her hard and fast, he set another hand on her hip to hold her in place for the demanding fucking. His thumb rubbed over the swollen tip of her clit, sending blazing excitement through her. Her body flushed, overcome by the heat. She was reaching the tipping point, closing in, almost there…

“Come,” Wekniz snarled in her ear.

She shattered. Violent pulses crashed over her, devastated her. She was swept away in the maelstrom, torn and broken apart again and again as continued explosions tore through her. When her knees buckled, Falinset and Wekniz were there to catch her and lower her to the floor as Nur continued to force climax from her straining body. He didn’t let up when she pleaded for mercy. He kept at her until she was depleted, only soft aftershocks left to tremble through her.

As she lay there in a daze, the chuckling Imdiko gave her a wink. “Consider what just happened next time you decide to get wise with me.”

Tasha didn’t know if he was issuing a threat or invitation. Maybe it was both.

Chapter 20

Falinset felt regret watching Tasha pull her clothes back on. Her body was still flushed in the aftermath of climax, and her eyes remained dilated. Watching her succumb so completely to pleasure had been amazing; having been a part of that fulfilled him. It also left him aching to have her, but Noelle would be waking any moment. At least they’d seen to Tasha’s needs, even if that meant the men suffered.