The Price of Pleasure (Saurellian Federation 1)
Page 24If she hadn’t seen the glint of desire in his eyes, she would never have guessed how much he wanted her.
His eyes, though, were hard with a need that couldn’t be denied.
He grasped the zipper of his coverall, pulling it down slowly to his waist.
The beauty of his dark chest, sprinkled with hair, made her breath catch. He was the most magnificent man she’d ever seen. A twist of desire caught her off-guard, and she moaned. She watched his face light up in triumph, and she scowled in response. He was so sure of himself, it wasn’t fair, she thought to herself.
He shrugged one shoulder out of the suit, exposing his muscular arm and shoulder.
Those arms had held her so many times, imprisoning her as he pleasured her, cradling her as she returned the favor. She felt so safe when they held her close, like nothing could ever hurt her. She caught herself leaning toward him, ready to accept his embrace.
He raised one finger and twitched it in reproof.
“Ready to give in so soon, Devora?” he asked in a silky voice. “I know I’ll win, but I thought you’d last a little longer than this...”
Calla scowled at him, disgusted at her own weakness. It was time to fight fire with fire, she decided.
“Oh, I’m not ready to give in,” she said huskily. “I’m just settling in to enjoy the show.”
She noted with satisfaction that the sight made him gulp, but he quickly shrugged off his suit, exposing the proud jut of his cock. Then it was her turn to gulp.
He was long and hard, and the smooth, helmet-like head flushed red with arousal. One hand continued to stroke slowly up and down, and he flinched slightly as he grazed the sensitive notch on the under-side.
Calla closed her eyes, it was too much.
“Oh, no you don’t,” Seth said huskily. “You watch me every second, just like I had to watch you.”
Calla forced her eyes open, and another shock of arousal struck her at the sight of him standing there, a drop of pearly moisture hanging on the end of his proud length. Her body convulsed in response and her fingers moved more frantically between her legs, the familiar pressure building.
“Ah...” Seth said, continuing his own long, slow strokes. His face was tight and his breathing harsh, but every movement was tightly controlled. “If you come, first, that means I win. Are you ready to give up?”
Calla shook her head furiously, but her hand refused to stop moving. Seth moved closer to the bed, standing over her as he worked his own sensitive flesh. The veins on his neck stood out with tension.
“I’m thinking about it, too,” Calla said, mesmerized. She couldn’t quite remember why they weren’t already doing that... What was she trying to prove anyway?
Seth seemed to read her thoughts, because his eyes lit with triumph.
“Tell me to come to you, Devora,” he said. His soft, smooth request wove through her consciousness, and he watched with anticipation as she twisted in desire. “Tell me you want me inside of you. Tell me there aren’t any others who can fill you like I do.”
“Oh, Seth,” she moaned. “Oh, Goddess, I’m so close.”
“That’s good enough for me,” Seth muttered. He fell on her like a man starved, his mouth crushing against hers. One strong arm was braced above her head, and the other worked its way underneath her body. Then he was pulling her to him and thrusting into her flesh.
The shock of contact swept through her, and she came in a burst of pleasure so intense she screamed against his mouth.
As Devora convulsed around his taut flesh, Seth surged forward in search of his own pleasure. The feel of her tight body gloving his was like hot silk, and every stroke brought him closer to the ecstasy he knew was waiting for him. Then he pressed home one last time and orgasm ripped through him. He cried out, then collapsed against her. She held him tightly, wrapping his body with her arms and legs.
After a minute, she asked him quietly, “So, who won the contest?”
“I think we both won,” he said finally, kissing her soft, swollen lips gently. “Or at the very least, we both got the prize.”
* * * * *
Later that day, as she was preparing their evening meal, Calla reflected on how much her life had changed since she’d joined Seth. Four months had passed since they’d left the mining station. They were the best months of Calla’s life, so pleasant that she felt guilty at times. Jess’ survival was hanging in the balance and what was she doing? Falling in love. And it was love–she had resigned herself to it by now.
Travelling with Seth from outpost to outpost might have seemed tedious to a more experienced woman, but to Calla each day was a new adventure. They’d visited twelve groups of miners so far, their homes ranging from one-man operations to a corporate mine employing more than 100 managers and a thousand slaves.
The corporate outpost had been the hardest stop for Calla, both logistically and emotionally. Each time they arrived at a station, she anxiously scanned the faces of those around her, seeking Jess. Several times she’d shown his picture to groups of slaves, always careful to keep her activities a secret from Seth. So far he suspected nothing, but she couldn’t afford to take anything for granted.
The corporate mine had been too large for her to question the slaves; even if she’d had the time to talk to all of them, the security was too tight. She’d taken another route instead, cozying up to the personnel manager while Seth was taking a tour. She’d created a cover story, telling the manager that the slave, Jess, had been sold by accident. According to her story, Mistress Jenner had regretted selling him within days of his departure. Devora, as Mistress Jenner’s friend, had agreed to keep an eye out for the young man during her tour of the asteroid field. She would, of course, offer generous compensation for Jess’
return.
The manager had looked through his books, scanning the transactions to see if he had any workers who fit Jess’ description. He even had a series of holos of each “unit,” as he called the slaves. Calla scanned the most recent purchases carefully, but none looked like Jess.