Chapter 6 #2
Gabriel joined her on the bed, his golden gaze moving boldly over her naked body. “When your master gives you an order, what should you do?”
A shudder ran through her body as she whispered, “Obey him.”
Gabriel slapped one of her breasts and then the other. “Arguing is not allowed.” He caught both her nipples and pinched them hard enough to make her cry out. “Control belongs to your master. You do not issue orders to him.” Gabriel accented the statement with a firm slap to each breast.
She arched her back and tossed her head, but kept her hands locked behind her head.
Gabriel continued to spank her breasts, making them bounce and sway. He twisted and tugged on her nipples to ensure that they remained tightly beaded then he brought his punishing hand up between her thighs.
Heather yelped and gasped as Gabriel spanked her pussy. Patrick wrapped his arm around her waist, anchoring her body against his chest and keeping his cock buried in her backside.
“Reach down and part your folds,” Gabriel ordered. “Expose your clit and cunt so I can continue your lesson.”
She whimpered, helplessly shaking her head.
Patrick pinched her nipples, giving each one a vicious twist. “Do it now.”
Heather’s hands shook as she reached down and opened herself for Gabriel.
Her emotions surged and twisted, penetrating Patrick’s mental shields.
She was angry and yet confused. Their dominance frustrated her.
That much was clear. However, she also found their cruelty, and her helplessness, undeniably arousing.
After warming her up with a series of careful slaps, Gabriel ruthlessly stimulated her. He pinched and rubbed, snapped and tugged on her sensitive clit. He brought her to the brink of orgasm over and over but never let her come.
She wiggled and twisted, but Patrick held her firmly, occasionally slapping her breasts when her struggles became too violent.
“Please! Oh, God, please let me come,” she yelled as the intensity sputtered out for the fifth time. She had long since let go of her folds and sagged against Patrick’s chest.
Gabriel drove two of his fingers into her sopping pussy, fucking her with forceful jabs. “Obedient captives are allowed to come. Defiant slaves know only frustration.”
“I’m sorry,” she cried out. “I’ll be good. I’ll submit, just stop teasing me.”
“Reach down and make yourself come,” Patrick digressed. “That’s what started all this. Now, do as you were ordered.”
Gabriel shifted his hand, making room for her fingers. His fingers were still lodged deep inside her.
Heather sobbed softly as she caressed her clit. She was stuffed full of cock in back and fingers in front. She’d been edged for the better part of an hour. This had to be overwhelming.
Surprised by his own compassion, Patrick stroked her breasts, soothing her as he supported her trembling body.
“Relax and let the pleasure take you. Your body knows what to do.” Her breath escaped in a shuddering sigh and then her body tensed against him.
She gasped and her ass tightened rhythmically around Patrick’s cock. “Good girl.”
Gabriel withdrew his fingers and moved out of the way as Patrick urged her forward.
With her head down and her ass in the air, her body was positioned perfectly for a hard, fast fuck.
Patrick held her hips firmly and pulled nearly out of her clingy heat.
He took a deep breath then thrust his entire length back into her willing body.
She braced her legs and clutched the bedding, but her gasps and cries of pleasure assured him that she was fully surrendered.
He wasn’t intentionally scanning her. Even so, flashes of emotion kept surging across his empathic receptors.
Anger and frustration were still present, but she ached for the sort of connection only enjoyed by bonded mates.
She was surrounded by friends who had found happiness with multiple hybrids.
Was it really surprising that she wanted the same?
Was that what he wanted? Was he ready to put the past behind him and claim her as his mate? Gabriel had been ready to claim her shortly after he met her, but Patrick still had misgivings.
Forcing the temptations aside, he focused on physical pleasure. He pumped into her steadily, enjoying the firm grip of her snug passage. Her supple body was folded in half, ass lifted for his pleasure. Her submission soothed his darker impulses, making him feel peaceful and nearly content.
Gabriel stood beside the bed vigorously stroking himself.
“Finish in her mouth,” Patrick suggested. “She needs to get used to pleasuring both of us.” Patrick fisted the back of her hair and urged her upward.
She unfolded her arms and raised her head.
Gabriel crawled onto the bed and sat facing her, legs bent to either side of her body. His cock pointed straight up, clearly waiting for her attention.
Heather wrapped her hand around Gabriel’s shaft and guided him to her mouth.
Her head began to bob, so Patrick resumed his thrusting.
This felt better, more natural. A true mate should be able to pleasure both her mates at once.
Patrick shook away the thought. Heather was a potential mate.
That didn’t guarantee they would claim her.
Needing to drive away the tender emotions, he fucked into her more aggressively.
She was his enemy, his tormentor. He would use her luscious body to exorcise his pain, but he would not allow himself to care for her!
He slammed into her over and over until his balls finally expelled his seed.
His fingers dug into her hips as his cock bucked in her ass.
He shuddered and groaned, then pulled out and turned his back to the bed.
Gabriel’s cries of pleasure filled the cottage as Patrick quickly tugged on his clothes. His emotions were raw, his thoughts conflicted. He desperately needed the sky. Without a backward glance, he threw open the front door and disappeared into the night.
Tristate Spaceport, Arlington, United Virginias
Earth
Three days later…
“There are two passengers who have yet to check in, but everything else is ready for launch,” Captain William Megoni of the starship Azrithal stated proudly. “It wasn’t easy, but we got it done.”
“That’s wonderful.” Natalie smiled at him, thrilled by his efficiency and friendliness.
The ship was sleek and modern, provided by one of the Rydaria Project’s many corporate sponsors.
It had been her responsibility to locate a dependable captain, and she immediately thought of Will.
He was a burly man in his mid-sixties, with graying hair and sharp blue eyes.
He had retired from the Planetary Defense Force seven years ago, but his bearing still reflected decades of service.
“I know this entire thing has been horribly rushed and I appreciate all your hard work.”
“Anything for Charlie’s little girl.”
Her father met Will Megoni during boot camp and the two had been inseparable until her father’s death four years ago. “Give the stragglers until six-thirty tomorrow morning and then leave without them.”
“I’ve got no problem with that, little lady. The sooner I depart, the sooner I can return and enjoy a hefty payday.”
“Well, I’ll leave you to it. I just stopped by to make sure there were no last-minute complications.”
Something behind her caught Will’s attention and his expression hardened. “What does that sonofabitch want?”
Natalie glanced over her shoulder and found Senators Sanderson and Collins striding toward them. To her knowledge, Will didn’t know Avery Collins, so the sonofabitch must be Hector Sanderson. “They’re probably just checking in,” she told Will, then turned to face the approaching pair.
“How many of the volunteers actually showed up?” Sanderson asked, not bothering with a greeting.
“Fifty-eight,” Natalie said proudly. “And all of them have been thoroughly vetted.”
“Good.” Sanderson eyed the ship for a moment as if he could see into the holds and passenger cabins.
Then his gaze shifted back to Natalie. “You’re planning to accompany the recruits, aren’t you?
I expect you to supervise the transition personally.
Unlike the original exile, my fingerprints are all over this. ”
Natalie shook her head. “I don’t think it’s necessary to—”
“I don’t give a shit what you think,” he insisted. “I say it’s necessary, so it is necessary.”
Natalie swallowed hard as she fought for composure. He wasn’t asking her to visit a different city. He was sending her to another planet.
“There is no need for Ms. Morgan to accompany me,” Will insisted, squaring his shoulders and straightening his spine. “I am fully capable of supervising the transition.”
“No. Natalie goes or I withdraw my support.”
Natalie backed off Will with a determined look. “This is not my only project. How long do you feel it’s necessary for me to stay on Rydaria?”
Sanderson stared past her for a moment, then shrugged. “A week should be sufficient. With travel time there and back, you’ll be gone just over two weeks.”
It was acceptable, barely. Her assistants could keep her other responsibilities operational for a week or two. “Then I’ll accompany the volunteers and ensure that they settle in before returning to Earth.”
Apparently, Sanderson wasn’t done throwing his weight around. He turned to Avery with a malicious smirk. “My fellow senators have requested a direct assessment of the project. All our information has come through Ms. Morgan. We want to make sure she’s being honest with us.”
Natalie gasped. “I’ve never lied to you and most of my assessments have been in the form of videos.”
“Videos can be manipulated. We want human eyes on the hybrid villages.”
“Fine. We’ll both go,” Avery said tartly. “Is there anything else?”
“Report to me directly when you return.” He spun on the ball of his foot and walked out of the launch bay.
“What an arrogant prick,” Avery said once Sanderson was out of earshot.