Eland and Jeanne (Tales of the Shareem) (8 page)

“Do you want me to go ask for some?” Jeanne asked. She could show the two outside what she looked like now.

Eland slanted a glance at her. “I like that you’re willing to show off, but I’m keeping you to myself for now.”

Why did Jeanne feel disappointment when he set aside the shaver and walked out the door? Jeanne should be relieved, or disgusted at him for touching her—disgusted at herself for wanting it.

She didn’t. She’d simply lain back and enjoyed it.

Eland returned very quickly with a small box. He set it down on the bedside table, opened it, and ran his hands across the bottles and tubes inside.

“Judith has learned all about pleasure oils,” he said, sounding approving. “Rees works fast.”

Eland chose a bottle, opened it, and rubbed the sweet-smelling oil over Jeanne’s pussy. The oil was cool, soothing, Eland’s hands, skilled.

Jeanne gave a hum of pleasure. “That’s nice.”

“It will keep you from irritation.” Eland leaned closer. “And ready you for what I want to do next.”

“What do you want to do next?” Jeanne asked nervously. Would he roll on top of her and take what he wanted, as the patroller had claimed?

“Hmm.” Eland looked her over, taking his time. “I don’t have what I need, not now. I’ll just have to make do.”

He left the bed and caught up her tunic. Jeanne watched in curiosity while Eland twisted the tunic into a long rope. He came swiftly back to her and wrapped the cloth around her wrists.

Jeanne squeaked. “What are you doing?”

Eland kissed her lips, raised her hands above her head and hooked the other end of the rope around a knob on the bed’s headboard.

***

Eland’s heart beat thick and hard as he studied Jeanne tied to the bed, she looking back in astonishment. As a restraint the tunic was pathetic—if Jeanne wanted to jerk away, she could, but as Eland had said, he had to make do.

He wished he had the accoutrements he’d left behind at DNAmo—bands for her wrists, maybe a little gag to put between her teeth, a vibrator to stimulate her, wands of different kinds to use on her and have her use on him.

Eland leaned down and kissed her, then ran his tongue across her mouth. The sweet taste of her had him dizzy.

Jeanne wanted to be touched, tasted, played with, but she hadn’t had much experience beyond that, Eland could tell. She should really be with a level one—pure sensuality—who would keep it nice for her. Level threes needed it harder, edgier.

“If I had my things, I’d do so much more.” Eland touched his tongue to her breast, swirled it around her nipple. “I’d have a plug inside your ass, a nice soft ring to keep it from going too far.”

“Plug?” Her whisper was spicy.

“It will warm you. Then I’d use a vibrator on your clit, have you coming in no time.”

“Would you?” She was eager, but still uncertain.

“Your sweet cream pouring out. I’d catch it on my tongue.” Eland licked her navel and moved to her clit.

He loved how her pussy looked now, her bare skin soft, the pink of her lips and clit visible and easy to touch. He kissed her tight berry once and eased away.

“You want me to stay here?” Eland asked, close enough to smell her warm musk.

“Yes.”

“Ask me pretty please.”

A hesitation. Jeanne wasn’t used to asking for anything, this woman with the work-worn hands. “Pretty please,” she said, her voice hoarse.

Eland pressed a kiss to her opening. “I’ll let that be good enough for now.” Besides, he was so needy for her, he didn’t think he could hold back. “You’re a beautiful woman,” he said. “Stay very still, and I’ll make you feel good.”

Jeanne nodded in silence.

“But you must hold still and not move,” Eland said, more commanding. “Understand?”

Jeanne swallowed. “Yes.”

Eland’s heart beat faster. This was where the games got interesting. “I’ll punish you if you misbehave. Got it?”

Silence. Eland lifted his head. Jeanne was watching him, eyes wide.

“Understand?”
he repeated.

“Yes. I do.”

What a woman. She
did
understand. She’d let him into her house, eased his thirst, treated him like a human being, knew both what he wanted and what she needed.

The gods had to be looking out for him.

***

Eland gave Jeanne another smile, blue eyes lighting, and then he lowered his head and stuck his tongue right into her pussy.

Gods.
His hot, wet tongue licked her depths. Jeanne had thought the vibrating shaver had felt good, but
this ..
. Eland’s mouth moved, his tongue parted her, and his breath snaked inside her.

Jeanne looked down at his bent head, hair clean now, noting the strands of gold woven with strands of light brown. She wanted to run her hands through that beautiful, thick hair but her wrists were still fastened. Jeanne tugged at the bonds. Easy to break.

Eland lifted his head. His eyes were blue all the way across, blotting out the white. His face was flushed, his lips wet with her juices. “Leave it, or I spank you.”

“I just want to touch you.”

“Tough shit.”

He lowered his head and nipped her, tickling with his tongue. Jeanne squirmed and cried out as his merciless mouth went on and on.

Broad hands held her legs apart as he licked, suckled, bit. Jeanne arched up, seeking his mouth, his heat.

Eland pushed her back down. She felt his hair against her thighs, his hands so strong, his tongue flickering inside her. She was going to come—she couldn’t stop it.

Jeanne’s world narrowed to Eland, the burning sensation of his mouth on her, her need to have him inside her. She cried out and bucked, hearing a tearing sound as the twisted tunic came away from her wrists.

She rejoiced. She could stroke his hair now, which was like raw silk. She cried his name, holding him hard.

Eland raised his head, eyes glittering. “Naughty. I told you to behave.”

“I couldn’t help it. It tore.”

Eland snarled. It was a sound that told her to stop talking, but Jeanne couldn’t.

“Eland, I want you. Have sex with me. Please.”

He shook his head. “I make the rules here, sweetheart, not you.”

She blinked. “It’s Judith’s house.” What that had to do with anything, she didn’t know.

Eland lifted away and leaned over her, her own come fragrant on his lips. “I told you to obey me. Remember? Now take your punishment. Turn over.”

“But—”

“Turn. Over.”

His eyes were hard—not with rage but with need.

Jeanne shook as she rolled over on the mattress and rested her cheek on her folded arms. Eland put one very strong hand on her bare ass.

“Have you ever been spanked, Jeanne?”

“No,” she asked, startled. “When would I have?”

“You mean you’ve never been bad?” His breath touched her skin. “Never, ever?”

“Well.” Jeanne shivered and went warm at the same time, the friction of the bed covers on her skin agreeable. She wanted to play. She slanted him a look over her shoulder. “Maybe a little bit bad.”

“Really?” Eland laughed softly. “Tell me about your badness. What did you do?”

“I fantasize about sex. I’ve never done it, but I want to. I want to save up enough money to travel to Ariel or Station 358 and meet an alien with three cocks or something. I just want to know what it’s like.”

“Three cocks?” Eland sounded surprised. “What would he do with three…” He trailed off, maybe picturing what
he
could do if he had three.

“I had my hymen removed when I came of age,” Jeanne said. “But I’m still a virgin in the bedroom. I don’t want to be. Does that make me bad?”

Eland kissed the back of her neck, his hard chest brushing her. “It makes you a woman.”

He sounded pleased, the edge gone from his voice.

“Oh.” Jeanne said. “Does this mean you’re not going to spank me?”

“I didn’t say that.”

Eland drew back, and the next thing Jeanne felt was his huge hand stinging her backside.

It didn’t hurt, not exactly, but tingled and burned, driving her into the bed. She wriggled, instinctively wanting to get away from him, but Eland held her still and kept on swatting.

Jeanne clung to the bed covers and let him.

***

Jeanne’s beautiful ass was sweet and round, and now red.

Eland made himself ease back a little, but didn’t stop. She wasn’t used to it, the little love, had never been a sub before. Oh, what he could teach her.

Not that you’ll have the chance.

Eland pushed away the voice in his head and focused on the joy of Jeanne’s skin under his hand, listening to her laugh and squeal, feeling his cock get fierce and hard.

Jeanne was coming now, her bare clit rubbing on the covers, his spanking making her dig into them. Just as she screamed the peak of her climax, Eland flipped her onto her back, lifted her hips, and slid his cock inside her oh-so-wet pussy.

He let his head drop back as her beautiful, tight sheath squeezed him. Jeanne’s climax kept on, her body pulsing on his hot and needy cock.

Damn,
fucking
damn
.
Had it ever been this good? No, never, because it had never been with a woman like Jeanne.

She regarded him with half-closed eyes, the brown gleaming between thick black lashes. Her hair was a mess, her face relaxed and beautiful.

“
Jeanne
.”

He said her name in ecstasy, he shouted it to the walls, he whispered it into her hair. All the time he pumped in, his cock tight and hard.

I could love you.

If Shareem could love. And Eland was, in the end, Shareem.

Chapter Nine

For now, Eland let himself get lost in her. He thrust inside her, again and again, knowing he should go slow for her, but unable to stop.

Jeanne was rocking with him, holding him, crying his name. Eland kept thrusting, his cock seeking, his body burning. He loved the feel of where they joined, Jeanne bare for him.

Eland wanted to keep on fucking her. He could go for hours—he’d been trained to—but this was Jeanne, he needed her, and it was different.

Eland felt the pressure build inside him. He couldn’t hold it back; he wanted to be one with her. He suckled her breast, and Jeanne arched into his mouth. She cried out in joy, and Eland could hold back no longer.

He groaned as he came, his seed shooting inside this beautiful, beautiful woman. Eland gathered her against him, kissing her sweating face, her lips, her hair.

After a long time of them moving together, Jeanne let out a long sigh. Eland came down to the bed with her, pressing open-mouthed kisses to her lips.

Jeanne traced his cheek. “Thank you,” she whispered.

“My pleasure.” Eland closed his eyes and sank into her. “It’s what I was made for.”

***

Jeanne awoke to find Eland lying facedown next to her.

Her body was sore, tight, wrists a little raw from the tunic that had bound them. Yet at the same time she felt cleansed.

I had sex.
The wonder of it hadn’t quite hit her yet, but the words sent a thrill through her.
I had sex with a hot and gorgeous man.

Who was still next to her. That fact made her heart sing.

Eland was asleep. Snoring even. The sound was somehow soothing. The room’s soft lighting brushed the contour of his back, the mound of his backside. He lay naked, no covering to hide him.

One arm was flung out, hanging over the side of the bed. Jeanne had snuggled against him, Eland hard and warm against her breasts and stomach.

His head was turned toward her, his cheek squashed against the pillow. Hair straggled over it, and his lips were parted slightly with his snores. Jeanne longed to smooth his hair, touch his warmth one more time.

But he might waken, finished, and leave her. Right now, Jeanne had Eland to herself. She could pretend they belonged together.

People might scorn love these days, but they were always hungry for it—they needed it even if they didn’t acknowledge it. Love for a mate, a child, a sister, a friend. Didn’t matter. Love would never go out of fashion.

I had sex.

Eland had spanked her—and she’d liked it. Jeanne pushed that thought around her head. Her backside tingled with the memory. Eland had brought her to amazing climax, readying her for him. She’d never have been able to take him otherwise, she realized now. He’d known exactly what to do.

The fact that he was so practiced should bother her. Way in the back of her mind, it did.