Deep Penetration; Alien Breeders I (17 page)

“
Turn around and be still
for me.”

Reluctantly, she obeyed, lifting her
arms over her head as he told her and holding her breath as he
settled to tease her breasts until she thought she would lose her
mind. She didn’t dare move, though, when he slipped a hand down her
belly and pushed his finger inside of her again. It took every
ounce of will power she possessed to lay perfectly still while he
pulled at her nipples with his mouth and finger fucked her until
she peaked again and then continued until she was nearly
mindless.

She was shaking all over by the time
he finally stopped, a quivering mass of jelly.

“
Suck my cock.”

She struggled up, tried to find her
bearings and finally grasped his cock, opening her mouth over it.
To her dismay, he caught her legs and repositioned her so that he
could suck her clit while she brought him off. She fell to the bed
tiredly when he’d finished coming, struggling to catch her
breath.

Koryn sat up after a few moments,
grasped her and dragged her around, arranging her against his side.
She shivered when he skated a hand along her back.

“
You can stop this, baby.
You understand that, don’t you?” he murmured after a
moment.

Emerald tensed against him, trying to
understand what he was saying and finally gave up, shaking her
head.

He released a pent up breath. “Yes,
you do.” He shifted her to her back, surging up to hover over her,
and gasped her face with one hand. “You don’t have the right to
refuse to do what you’re told to do, or to glare sullenly and
perform reluctantly. You don’t have the right to speak to any
Anunnaki as an equal. Accept that and Tariq will cease to punish
you for your willfulness and he won’t send me.”

Emerald swallowed with an
effort. He was right. She
did
know. She realized abruptly that she
wanted
them to punish
her and that was why she continued to push even when she knew what
the results would be. She didn’t know why. It was sheer torture to
be made to feel the things they made her feel and not be allowed
surcease.

Maybe she’d begun to crave it? Maybe
even though they left her each time feeling as if she wanted to
claw her skin off to keep from feeling the sensations, she still
wanted it?

Or maybe she wanted them to keep
punishing her until she could finally hate them?

And maybe it wasn’t either of those
things but instead a deep hatred for herself because she was alive
when she shouldn’t be, feeling things when her entire world had
collapsed around her?

“
Why didn’t you leave me
as you found me?” she wailed abruptly.

Koryn swallowed audibly. “Because we
have orders just like you did,” he said finally. “Because our
people have needs just like yours did.”

“
I still don’t
understand.”

He released an irritated breath. “Shut
up, baby,” he growled, covering her mouth with his and kissing her
deeply.

Against all reason, it sent a surge of
heat through her. She struggled for a moment to deny it, to deny
him and then abruptly yielded, kissing him back. She was dizzy with
longing when he broke the kiss. He studied her a moment and pressed
his forehead to hers. “Don’t be good, baby. I won’t have an excuse
to touch you.”

She stared at him in confusion when he
pulled away, but he got up and crossed the room without another
word and dressed. He paused to study her when he’d started toward
the door. For a moment, it seemed he might say something else, but
he turned away resolutely and left.

* * * *

As badly as he hated to admit it even
to himself Tariq had begun to wonder if he had the stamina to hold
out long enough to break Emerald to hand or even the strength of
purpose. He’d been angry enough about her defiance, at first, and
convinced that it was the only way to ensure her protection that he
hadn’t considered that she might be far more difficult to train
than he could handle. A week of nightly sessions was beginning to
wear on his nerves, however, and he couldn’t see that she was any
less defiant than she had been to begin with.

She hid it better. After the first few
sessions, he’d almost been convinced that he and Koryn between them
had made her understand and accept her situation even if they
hadn’t actually broken her willfulness and he’d been inclined to
leave it at that because he hadn’t wanted, any of the time, to
completely break her spirit. He’d been determined that she would
respect and obey him and equally resolved upon protecting her from
the possible consequences of her willfulness if she remained
rebellious once he took her back to Niribu.

He had no intention of allowing anyone
to take her if he could prevent it, but that was the sticking
point. He had to admit to himself, at least, that there was a
possibility that he wouldn’t be able to prevent it. And he knew of
at least two men of superior rank to him that would glory in
breaking her spirit completely. She was just the sort of challenge
that could bring out the worst in them.

And Emerald wasn’t convinced enough
for self-preservation. She hadn’t openly defied him or challenged
him beyond the first few days, but she didn’t guard her expression
nearly well enough and she was just slow enough every time he told
her to do something to make it clear that she was considering
whether to obey or not. And she still pretended deafness from time
to time or that she was asleep and hadn’t heard his
command.

Wryly, he admitted that he probably
wouldn’t have been able to keep his hands to himself anyway, even
if it hadn’t been necessary to discipline her. He wanted her too
badly to have managed to simply wait without sampling. Under other
circumstances, however, there would’ve been no need to punish her
by not allowing her to orgasm. It would’ve given him far more
pleasure to hear her cries of completion, to see her sated and
satisfied, to see welcome in her eyes because he gave her so much
pleasure than to see wariness and dread in her eyes because she
knew he would withhold what she needed. Even demanding that she
satisfy him at least often enough to keep him sane didn’t truly
satisfy him. It probably wouldn’t have anyhow when what he really
wanted was to burrow his cock deeply inside of her and come, but it
was even less satisfactory when he knew he’d left her fevered with
need, that she was so sensitive she could hardly endure his
touch.

Worse, she dominated his
thoughts even when he was nowhere near her because the last session
was on his mind or the next one. It was almost as much ‘punishment’
to him to discipline her as it was to her. He couldn’t touch her
without being equally effected and even when he allowed himself
some relief, it was as woefully brief as it was unsatisfactory. He
burned because
she
burned.

It was almost laughable that Koryn was
in as bad or worse state than he was and almost gratifying if it
came to that, despite his reservations about including Koryn in her
training. He had partly because he knew she needed to get used to
the fact that the decision of who she would spread her legs for was
as much his decision as when—or the decision of whoever ended up
with her.

And also because he saw no
reason why Koryn shouldn’t be just as miserable as he was and that
was the gratifying aspect of the situation. Koryn was
at least
as miserable if
not more.

He’d fucked up at least three
specimens that he knew of—because he’d confessed about those.
Fortunately, there were sufficient samples from the latest finds
that that hadn’t been the disaster it would’ve been if he’d fucked
up Emerald’s or any of the others that they’d barely been able to
scrape together one sample for. It was telling, however. Koryn was
one their best geneticists. If he’d been in the habit of such
sloppy work he would never have gained the stature he had in his
field.

Another week, he told
himself. Only one more, and then he could safely breed her, he was
sure, and once he had bred her, surely to the gods, even if she
stubbornly refused to accept until then, she would
have
to once she was
carrying his babe in belly—surely!

He wished he was more confident of
that than he actually was, but it had crossed his mind to wonder if
it was even safe to take her back Niribu given her grim
determination to refuse to accept her status as a slave breeder of
the Anunnaki in general or him in particular. It was for damned
sure she wasn’t flattered or honored to serve the
Anunnaki!

She should be, he thought
with sudden anger! He had some of the best bloodlines of all the
Anunnaki and the Anunnaki was the most superior race ever
conceived! They were
her
parent race and far superior to her own race in
every way! She should be gratified to bear his child—not fighting
him tooth and nail the entire way!

“
My lord?” Merrick asked,
breaking Tariq’s train of thought abruptly.

“
What?” Tariq growled
ungraciously.

Merrick looked taken aback. “We’ve
found a survivor willing to talk. As I said, he wants to barter the
information for his freedom.”

“
And you explained that we
don’t barter?”

“
I did.”

Tariq curled his lips. “Any man
willing to barter his fellow man for his own gain isn’t much of a
man—even for a human! My Em ….” He broke off abruptly, feeling a
wave of cold wash over him. That was what came of having her always
on his mind! He’d damned near admitted that she’d simply refused to
talk! Merrick would be wondering why he hadn’t immediately turned
her over for interrogation!

Not that it was any of the
bastard’s business what decisions
he
made! But there was always the
chance that he might talk and that would never do!

“
I’ll speak to him. I
doubt he has anything useful, but it’s worth a try.” He hesitated.
“Has he been cleaned up and deloused?”

“
Of course! We took care
of that right away. We didn’t want the ship infested,” Merrick said
stiffly, clearly outraged at the suggestion that they wouldn’t
have.

Tariq ignored his pique. “Take him to
the interrogation room. I’ll let him cool his heels in there a
while and then question him.”

Merrick nodded and left and Tariq
allowed his thoughts to drift back to Emerald. It was nearly noon.
Koryn would be going to her for a session shortly. There was little
point in returning to his quarters to check on her even if that
hadn’t been the case. She hadn’t figured out how to bypass the door
security and the android, Aeon, was there to guard her even if she
did.

And his session with her the night
before had severely tested him.

His cock rose at the thought,
reminding him that he hadn’t allowed himself a release for three
days. He didn’t want her to get the impression that he was as
affected as she was, though, even if he was.

Still, it
had
been three days and
he was about ready to kill something. Maybe it would be better to
go to her and find some relief before he questioned the
human?

There was no reason he couldn’t sit in
on Koryn’s session any way. It wouldn’t be the first time they’d
done a three way and it probably wouldn’t be the last.

In any case, he had to
wonder if it wasn’t Koryn’s technique that was somehow lacking and
had failed to have the desired result. For all he knew
something
Koryn was
doing was countering the effectiveness of his own
sessions!

He might have to kill him if he
discovered that to be the case, he thought grimly. He’d endured
just about all he could take. He was going to throttle the bastard
if he discovered Koryn had been undermining his efforts!

Chapter Eight

Emerald looked surprised to see him.
That shouldn’t have instantly aroused his suspicion when he’d made
it a habit to steer clear of her during the day, but it did. Tariq
narrowed his eyes at her speculatively which was when he noticed at
least one reason for her guilty start when she’d discovered it was
him that had entered his quarters rather than Koryn.

She’d fashioned herself a robe from
the missing sheet!

She knew gods damned well that he
would’ve provided her with clothing if he’d wanted to see her
clothed! He could see it in her eyes.

That also supported at least part of
his suspicion that Koryn was undermining his efforts! He hadn’t
reported the fact that she’d made clothing for herself—as crude as
it was—which meant that he allowed it.

His lips tightened. Realizing he was
too angry to confront her about it at the moment, he strode to his
beverage dispenser after that brief pause and searched the list of
available beverages for something that might sooth his frazzled
nerves, and therefore his temper, at least a little without
compromising his resolve not to allow drinking to become a habit.
It was a little early even to consider wine—and certainly for beer.
He settled for a watered wine—which tasted like hell and did little
for his temper.