Chapter 3
Chapter Three
“The Brakian, crude though he is, was not incorrect,” Cair explained.
His hand had stilled, though remained cupping my breast, the heat from his palm warming my skin through the bra in sharp contrast to the chill of the brig.
“Our species, unlike humans, identified a long time ago that pleasure, not pain, is a more effective method for gaining information.”
That sounded better. Pleasure over pain. But. “I don’t understand what that means in terms of, um, o-o-orgasming.” My voice hiccupped on the final word.
Cair nodded. His yellow eyes fixed on my face with such intensity that I dropped my gaze to the fingers that had begun playing with my nipple over the lacy bra.
“I will ask questions as I bring your body to the brink of ultimate pleasure. Unrelieved pleasure can become unpleasant enough that prisoners beg for release. Therefore, when I believe you have answered all of my questions honestly, I will allow that release.”
My gaze snapped back up to Cair’s face. A million questions raced through my mind. I caught an important one and blurted it out. “How will you decide that I’m being honest?”
His grip tightened, pressing into my breast as he stepped closer to whisper in my ear. “I will know.”
Holy hell. Despite the absolute non-answer of his answer, the rising need between my legs suggested this would be a short interrogation.
“Do you consent to my interrogation?”
“Shouldn’t you have asked me that before you removed my dress?”
“My apologies. You are correct.”
“You … apologized?”
“Elkathans are no longer barbarians.” He flicked his head toward the gagged alien to my left. “Despite what others would have you believe. Do you consent then?”
“Isn’t my alternative that you’ll bring me to an apparently scary-as-fuck unknown alien who will probably kill me?”
“Yes,” he answered, oblivious to or ignoring my sarcasm.
“Then yes, I consent to your interrogation. I accept your—” My mind searched for the right word to capture this insanity. “—indecent bargain.” Anger built up. It was a much more comfortable emotion than the swirling uncertainty and fear that threatened to buckle my legs.
“Excellent.” Cair’s hand released my bra-covered breast, and his arms encircled my torso. His fingers brushed against my skin as he unhooked the lacy black bra.
“Now what?” I taunted. “How do you plan to remove my bra when you’ve shackled my hands?” I gave my wrists a shake. The glowing ring encircling my wrist failed to rattle, ruining my dramatic moment.
Cair pulled the loose ends of my bra to my sides and then slowly lifted them. The lacy material crossed before my face. I sensed movement above me, but by the time I’d dropped my head back to witness it, he held my bra in one hand. The bra that was now completely removed from my body.
My breasts hung free, and my nipples puckered in the brig’s chilled air as Cair stepped back to drop the bra atop my cut dress on the floor.
“How…” I asked in bewilderment.
“This is not my first interrogation.”
I opened my mouth to object and then didn’t, given the futility. Instead, I asked a question. “What will I wear home, given that you’ve ruined my dress?” I left unspoken the possibility of failing the interrogation.
Cair’s yellow eyes narrowed. He spun away from me and walked the ten feet to the cabinet along the far wall. He held his hand in front of a drawer, which slid open silently. His hands disappeared into the drawer and withdrew what appeared to be a pile of navy blue cloth.
“Is that clothing?” I asked.
Cair set the folded cloth on the counter and then returned to stand before me. “Yes. Basic prisoner garb.”
“Prisoner garb?”
“Yes. A shirt and pants. Are you satisfied?”
“Am I satisfied?” I shook my head, attempting to rattle my arms in the glowing locks again.
Failing to elicit a satisfying noise. Again.
“When I’m trussed up like an animal? That would be a big, fat, fucking no.
” I inhaled deeply, noting that Cair’s eyes drifted to watch my breasts rise.
Xelthar’s comment about forced mating flashed in my mind. “Let’s just get this over with.”
Another curt nod. Cair’s hand reached toward me.
I closed my eyes and braced for contact with my breast again. Instead, soft skin touched my face as he cupped my chin. My eyes flew open and locked on his.
His fingers trailed along my jawline before his hand lowered to my neck, the gentle contact surprising me. “Had you met Xelthar Zarnoth before tonight?”
“No,” I answered, unhappy to hear the breathiness in my voice.
Cair’s right hand continued its descent, pausing at the top of the swell of my breast. “Why did you interfere with my apprehension of the runner?”
“I didn’t mean to interfere,” I said, piecing together that perhaps Vadhea wanted Xelthar for something he should not have done. Of course, that was trusting Cair’s word. My chest rose to meet Cair’s hand as it lowered further and cupped the fullness of my left breast.
“Why did you ask me to release Xelthar?” the alien rephrased, his fingers massaging.
“I thought you were going to kill him,” I whispered, as a tiny ache between my legs sparked.
“You do not know me. Why would you have thought that?” Cair’s left hand rose to join his right, and he held tight to my bare breasts. The rolling motion of his fingers over the sensitive skin flared that tiny ache.
“I’m not sure,” I said, distracted by the growing heat between my legs. How could a sexual interrogation turn me on so much?
“That is not an acceptable answer,” Cair growled into my ear as he moved so close I felt his tracksuit pants against my bare skin. His right hand released my breast and glided past my ribcage, along my waist, squeezed my hip, and then hooked inside the hem of my black lace panties.
“What was the question again?” I asked, refusing to flinch away from the intensity of his yellow eyes locked again on my brown ones.
Cair’s finger slid down, taking my underwear with it. He stopped his downward movement only when the fabric had moved below my ass and exposed my lady bits in all their glory.
I shuddered as a sudden rush of need rolled over me from the combination of his gentle motion, the restraint against the metal wall, and the coolness of the brig’s air on my vulva.
“Why would you have thought that I was going to kill Xelthar Zarnoth?” Cair repeated.
“You gripped his shirt pretty hard and were lifting him almost off the ground.” The words rushed out as I did my best to press my thighs together, despite the restraints at my ankles.
Cair shook his head, his eyes darkening to a shade of amber.
His hand slipped between my legs, and his fingers wrapped around one thigh—my god, his hands were huge—prying my legs apart.
“We could have been any two men fighting. Why did you interfere?” he asked a simpler version of his question from before as his hand dwarfed my lady bits and began rhythmically rubbing.
“Oh!” The heat from his hand mingled with the growing heat of my desire. Speaking of growing. “Is that a banana in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?” I babbled at the realization that what I felt pushing against my skin was likely his cock.
His hand’s action stilled. “What did you ask?”
My mind barely registered his question as it continued its own line of thinking. His cock pushed against my skin. I aroused him. His alien cock. Alien cock. My frenzied thoughts caused me to moan against his ear instead of explaining the ridiculous joke.
“Why did you interfere?” he repeated. A single finger pushed past the folds of my pussy and entered me.
“I thought I was helping.” I panted against his finger’s movement, unable to stop myself from pushing my hips against his hand to deepen the penetration.
Cair twisted a nipple with one hand while a second finger joined the first inside of me. “Why would you want to help a stranger?”
“I couldn’t live with myself if I read a story the next day about a dead man being found in a parking lot,” I spat out, my mind consumed by the feelings cresting from his fingers moving in and out, in and out, unable to prevent myself now from pressing my hips against his hand. If he touched my clitoris, I’d explode.
And then an emptiness as Cair released me and stepped back. His face remained impassive, but the growth in his pants appeared substantially larger. How big were the men of his species?
I met his gaze without flinching, despite being displayed before him and burning with a traitorous hunger. “What’s next?”
He adjusted his bulge, and I stifled a laugh.
Males across the galaxy were all the same.
He withdrew the metal disc he’d pressed on Earth that had transported us to his spaceship—yeah, I’d accepted that he was an alien.
Prismatic hair and skin, monocular yellow eyes, and an abnormally large …
ahem … body were quite convincing. “You will pleasure yourself,” he instructed me.
I gulped at the instruction, then silently rattled my hands inside their restraints. “How do I do that?”
“I will release one of your hands.”
My head nodded at the substantial bulge in his pants.
“Change of plans because you weren’t expecting that?
” I asked, entertained despite everything.
Surely that was an expected occupational hazard.
The memory of Xelthar’s comment about forced mating surfaced, and anger doused the heat and entertainment.
How dare he get off on doing this to me! “Is the forced mating next?” I hissed.
Cair ignored my question. He stepped closer and lifted his hand to wave the disc over the glowing restraint around my right wrist. His gaze followed his movement. The restraint sprung open as he attempted to step back away from me.
Except I’d had a brilliant idea.
While his attention was elsewhere, I positioned my knee below where I’d felt the impressive bulge.
And the moment he freed my hand, I executed my plan.
My now-free hand darted up and closed around the metal disc he held while I drove my knee into his groin, very thankful for the muscular legs I developed from all those hours hiking Red Rock Canyon.
He howled in agony, followed by a string of words that likely were curses in his language. His hand holding the metal disc instinctively released it so he could use both of his hands to cradle his damaged cock as he curled half-over.
I waved the disc over the restraint on my other wrist. The glowing cuff released, and the light faded, leaving a metal ring.
Before Cair could recover, I used both of my hands to shove his shoulders backward.
It was much like I imagined shoving a gigantic boulder would be, except that, given his odd stance, attempting to protect his nether regions, he tumbled into a heap on the floor.
I bent to wave the disc over the restraints at my feet.
A muffled grunt and a single pointed thump came from my left.
Right. I wasn’t the only one who wanted out.
Stepping past Cair’s prone figure—damn, they must be super-sensitive—I scurried to Xelthar Zarnoth’s side.
He nodded frantically at me. I understood the directive, but hesitated a moment, uncertain if this was the right choice.
There was one question worth asking. I waved the disc in front of his mouth, dissolving the glowing gag and allowing him to speak.
“Release me,” he begged. “Before that monster revives.”
“Can you return me to Earth?” I knew I couldn’t escape on my own.
“Yes, of course. Release me and I will tell you while we move our asses.”
The mix of his formal diction and colloquial Earth cursing gave me pause, but I quickly recovered, waving the disc over the Brakian’s restraints. He held out his hand. “Come with me.”
I hesitated. Cair moaned from the floor. My pussy ached from his torment.
Oh wait. He had kidnapped me and Xelthar. Now was not the time to dwell.
Decision made. I grabbed the prisoner garb off the countertop with one hand and clasped Xelthar’s massive hand with my other, the metal disc held between us. I let him lead me from the brig.