Chapter 9
My plan to force Dargo to lead me to his camp was going too well. He hadn't resisted at all, in fact, he was being so accommodating, I was starting to feel ridiculous holding onto my cattle prod. The most offensive thing he'd done was proposition me, often, and creatively.
So far he'd offered me oral, a massage, to let me ride him and to let me blow him. It was never-ending. Every time he opened his mouth, there was another suggestion. It'd be a lot easier to ignore if his words weren't getting in my head.
I should be repelled by his continuous offers, he wasn't subtle at all.
But with every explicit promise, I found myself wondering what would happen if I really did untie him.
He'd probably smack me into next week with one of those giant hands.
All this flirting had to be his way of lulling me into trusting him, but I'd be lying if I said I hadn't thought twice about taking him up on it.
I'd driven through the night, stopping occasionally for Dargo to sniff the breeze like a fucking dog and adjust our direction. I was tired, all the caffeine I'd been chugging was giving me heart palpitations and my captive just kept grinning at me like an idiot.
A big, hot, alien idiot. Fuck, sleep deprivation was getting to me.
Plus, how many times could a girl turn down oral before her hormones staged a revolt?
Dargo tapped on the window and I slowed down, flicking the lights off as I rolled down my window.
"What's up?" I called back to him.
"I have to piss."
"Ughhh," I smacked my head against the steering wheel. Honestly, I was surprised this hadn't come up yet, but I really didn't want to get out of the safety of the cab and have to look at his stupid, hot face while he suggested all the possible positions we could lick each other in.
I'd heard enough of it while I was driving and some of his ideas just weren't anatomically possible. Either he had no idea how bodies worked or he was being ridiculous just to fuck with me.
At this point, it could go either way.
"Alright." I shoved the door open and grabbed my trusty cattle prod. "Let's get this over with."
He was up so fast, the whole truck lurched as he jumped down and I barely had a chance to get out before he whipped his loincloth to the side and started peeing.
"Were you holding it long?" I asked dryly as I tried to keep an eye on him without getting an eyeful. It was a pointless effort. Even in the dark, I'd seen way more than I wanted to, and now I had that image burned into my brain along with every X-rated offer he'd made tonight.
The only sounds were the grumble of the truck, the too-intimate sound of his stream hitting the hard ground, and an exaggerated sigh of relief as he finished his business.
I couldn't help it, I started laughing.
This whole night had been so ridiculous.
Nothing had gone wrong, but nothing was going to plan, and now I'd seen my first alien dick, and my stupid brain was begging for another glimpse.
I laughed so hard I got a stitch in my side and then my bladder made its presence known as if hearing Dargo piss had reminded it just how many energy drinks I'd chugged over the last few hours.
"Fuck," I cackled hysterically. "Now I have to go."
Dargo was looking at me like I'd lost my mind, and I laughed harder when I realized he still had his dick in his hand.
"Put that thing away," I gasped, still giggling, not even trying not to look anymore.
"Why?" He gave himself a shake and I couldn't help but stare at what he was packing.
It was huge, and getting bigger the longer I looked.
His dick looked human enough, though it was a shade of purple no man could claim, and was porn star sized.
His pubic hair was jet black and his balls were a fun magenta that made his whole package look like a novelty dildo.
I’d seen more than a few dicks in my day. No girl with social media had escaped the epidemic of unsolicited dick pics, but none of them had looked like that. And my mouth had never gone dry at the sight of one.
"Am I to your licking?"
"What?" I snapped my mouth shut and realized I'd misheard him when he repeated;
"Am I to your liking?" He looked utterly comfortable, standing there with his dick in his hand in the middle of nowhere while I ogled him. That confidence should piss me off, not make me like him. But damn it, Dargo was proving to be an incredibly likable hostage, even if he was a pervert.
I almost blurted out the truth.
Yup, it looks good. Can we revisit your offer to go down on me real quick?
And then my bladder cramped and I dashed around the other side of the truck with a panicked;
"Don't you dare look!"
He didn't follow me thank goodness and I hurriedly shoved my pants down behind the cover of the truck.
"You watched me," he pointed out, not sounding upset at all.
"Do you really want to watch me piss?" I demanded, thankful I didn’t have a shy bladder. "If that's what you're into, we are never going to revisit mating."
"So you're reconsidering?" He sounded smug.
"No!" I yanked my pants back up and wondered how I'd gotten myself into this situation.
"What do you plan to do with me when we find the others, then?" His voice came from way too close and I almost had a heart attack when he appeared behind me, his rachet strap leash keeping him just inches away from me.
"Do you plan to kill me when you don't need me anymore?" He didn't sound worried at all. In fact, his voice had dropped to a low intimate tone and I felt a swarm of traitorous butterflies waking up in my belly.
"Because if you don't kill me, I'll just hunt you down again," he purred. "I've memorized your scent, and a good chase makes for the best gentlings."
"Gentlings?" I asked, struggling to ignore the way his heavy lidded gaze was affecting me.
"When you accept my claim, and I finally get a chance to taste every inch of you, pleasure you for hours and when you're limp and sated, I'll drive my cock so deep inside your heat, no one could deny our bond."
I was going to melt into a puddle and die.
"Um," I squeaked, clearing my throat to try again. "No claiming, no pleasure and for sure, no cocks."
He sucked in a deep breath, his eyes closing as he smiled.
"I can smell your wetness, little Firebrand. I can imagine just how good it would feel to have all that slickness on my cock."
Was it possible to lose your virginity to dirty talk? Better question, was it possible to get pregnant from dirty talk? Because. Holy. Fuck. I brought a knife to a gunfight with this conversation.
It didn't help that he'd found my secret weakness for pet names.
Babe, Honey, Darling, I was a sucker for the classics and I really liked that he kept calling me Firebrand. I knew he was probably poking fun at my red hair but it made me feel badass and sexy all at the same time.
"Please stop talking." I was almost begging. Dargo was fucking with my head and I couldn't afford to like him, I couldn't let my guard down and I for sure couldn't do any of the things he kept suggesting. Penny and Hope needed saving and I was the only person that was going to do it.
"Fight it all you want, Firebrand." He chuckled, the sound obscenely sexy, as he jumped back up into the truck. "I like a challenge, and I've decided you're the perfect female for me."
I glared at him, feeling out of breath, overheated and out-maneuvered.