Marked for Pleasure (8 page)

“All the better,” the general replied, and his grin grew wider.

“What is he talking about?” Rhea whispered.

He was talking about public fucking, flogging, and domination. And while they were “performing,” the general's men would masturbate. Conner had heard stories of the deviant needs Primarian soldiers indulged in. This would be his first taste. “You're going to have to trust me, little bird.”

“What do they want?”

“They want a demonstration,” he said, and his hand tightened on her shoulders. He glanced down to meet her gaze. “They want us to show them what a Dominant/submissive relationship looks like.”

She licked her lips. “Oh.” She understood, all right.

“We'll give you a chance to change.” The general beamed at them, his genial smile at odds with his dark eyes. He rose from his chair. “Lander, escort them to the guest room.”

Conner twined his hand in Rhea's. “You have to do exactly what I say, little bird. It's the only way we may live through this.”

The man called Lander strode ahead of them, leading them through the confusing corridors. He showed them to a small room with no furniture, no chairs, and seemed to be filled with wall-to-wall leather clothing. The soldier pointed to a large control panel on the left-hand side of the door. “Press this button when you are ready.”

When the door
whooshed
closed, Conner gripped Rhea. “We only have a few minutes, so listen carefully. We are going to have to have sex in front of these men. Can you do it?”

She bit her lip. “I don't know.”

Fuck. He didn't want to do this. Not here. He cupped her face. “Can you trust me?”

A short laugh exploded from her. “You're kidding, right?”

Time was ticking by, and Conner took a deep breath to stay calm. “No, I'm not. You'll have to trust me. The alternative…will be unpleasant for both of us.”

“Conner—” She blinked. “I want to trust you.” He heard the need in her tone. God, he wanted her to trust him, need him. Was that part of marking a mate? Or had he marked her because he wanted that? He didn't know anymore.

“What I told you before I marked you is true, Rhea.” He slid his hands to her shoulders. “There are things I'll have to do, things that you may not like. You'll have to pretend you do.”

“I don't understand,” she said, her voice tight.

“Primarians are sexually excited by female submission.” His hands rubbed her shoulders. “Extreme submission.”

Her eyes sought his, a panicked shine giving them a glazed look. “I don't know if I can.”

“I will do everything I can to…make it enjoyable,” he told her and stroked her mark. “But this is the only way to save our lives. Do not, whatever you do, meet any of the soldiers' eyes while we're fucking. That's an invitation for them to join in. Do you understand?”

She swallowed and closed her eyes. “I think so.” Her eyes flew open. “They'll kill us if we don't do this, won't they?”

He took a deep breath and handed her a weapon to use against him if she chose to. “No. They'll kill me, not you.”

“But I'll be—”

“Yes.” He flicked his hands through the outfits, trying to find something that would fit her yet not expose her too much. He stripped off his flight suit while he chose leather trousers and a silk button-down shirt with a collar.

She reached out and clasped his hip bone, her thumb stroking the mark there. His cock sprang to life. He met her gaze, and she surprised him when she brushed his lips with hers. “We're in this together.”

He stared at her. How the hell had this happened? The universe certainly had a fucking weird sense of humor. He pressed his lips to hers and stroked her mark. When he broke the kiss, they both moaned. He shoved an outfit in her hand. “Put this on.”

A plan. He needed a plan. They had to get off this vessel somehow. But he knew how this would end. One of the soldiers would step over the line and touch Rhea, setting off the rage. He would be killed. All completely regrettable.

The only reason they were still alive was for the Primarians' entertainment. The games, the torment, it was all part of their cultural personality. Primarians might kill a man, but his dick would be buried in a soft pussy. His lips tightened. How the hell was he going to save them both?

He turned to ask Rhea a question, and every thought bled away as he glimpsed his mate.

The leather halter hugged her curves, and the studded skirt barely covered her pussy. Her blonde hair was mussed. She was sex incarnate in that outfit, her tits filling the top and her legs stretching on forever. Her mark glowed. His mouth watered.

She perused him from head to toe and reached out a languid hand to stroke the bulge in his pants. He clenched his fists. She stepped closer, and her tongue flicked his neck. His hand twined in her hair, and he jerked her head back. “I am going to fuck you so good, they'll be too exhausted to kill us.”

Her eyes were slits. “Whatever it takes.”

He slammed his mouth over hers and took possession. She belonged to him and only him, no matter who else watched them. He broke the kiss and slapped the door button.

The soldier nodded and led them to a huge round arena somewhere in the center of the ship. Balconies filled with soldiers surrounded them, and big vid screens hung from the ceiling to give all the men a good view of the show. In the center of the arena was a raised stage with a bench, a St. Andrew's cross, and several toys on a table. Conner peered around the room. Four soldiers were actually on the stage floor guarding the exits; the rest were in the balconies. One of the four soldiers was the man named Lander.

The four men stripped off their uniforms except for their helmets and stood naked at the exits. All four of them had huge erections. He pressed his mouth beside Rhea's ear. “Crawl to the stage. We need to get them into a sexual frenzy.”

She frowned. “And crawling will do that?”

He smiled. “These men like seeing women submit. I just want to see your ass.”

Her mouth twitched. Considering the dangerous spot they were in, any humor would be welcome. She nodded and slid to her knees and then dropped to her hands.

The arena exploded as men hooted and hollered. Several of the men whipped out their dicks and began to stroke them at the sight of Rhea's sweet ass. Her hips swayed perfectly as she moved across the floor. He strode behind her, his gaze on her bottom. His cock strained against the leather trousers.

When Rhea reached the stage, he gave her an order. “Onto the bench.”

She crawled to the bench and rose to sit on it. He gripped her arm and flipped her around until her ass hung in the air. He lifted her skirt and stroked her ass slowly. Then he brought his hand back and swung it with force. The sound of his hand against her flesh echoed in the arena, and men groaned. Again, he struck her ass, her skin turning a sweet pink visible on all the big screens. She squirmed. “Hold still. Be silent.”

A whimper escaped her lips, and he whacked her. He inched closer to her pussy, his hand striking one ass cheek and then the other. Harder, faster, his hand tingling as he kept up the pleasure-pain for her. Her pussy glistened, and she arched back toward his hand to anticipate his blows. God, she was stunning. Every man in that arena would want her. Shit,
he
wanted her so bad his hands were shaking.

She was close to getting off. He could tell. So could the men in the audience. Instead of letting her find her release, he yanked her to her feet and shoved her toward the St. Andrew's cross. He only splayed her hands, stroking the mate mark as he did, and she shuddered. She was warm and pliant, her ass exposed. He ripped the halter down so her tits and her back were exposed to the air. A collective groan sounded around the room, and several men jerked off, the smell wafting over him.

He grabbed a flogger and snapped it. Her whole body shook. He knew she was afraid. He glanced at the other toys on the table and chose one that would please her and the audience.

It was a dildo with a camera attached at the end.

Automatic and effective, it would keep her on the edge of an orgasm and give the soldiers a very sexy view of her pussy. He didn't have to do anything but set the controls and put it inside her. As he did, she moaned, a sound of pleasure that made his dick throb. “Just feel, little bird. Don't think. Breathe through it all. Let it wash over you.”

The automatic dildo worked her pussy, and he glanced at the big screen. Her beautiful pussy pulsed and shone with her cream. God, he wanted to lick it. He intended to do just that as soon as they escaped.

He snapped the flogger again, and the strike laid the strands over her shoulders. She groaned, a sound of pleasure, not pain. He struck her again, red stripes coloring her skin. Rhythmically, he snapped the flogger across her shoulders, and the sound in the arena grew loud and insistent.

Then Rhea screamed, her head thrown back and the mark on her arm alight like a beacon. He growled, his own mark burning with need. But they wanted a show. And there was something he knew about the Primarians that was going to help them. When they were sexually aroused, they turned violent. Usually on each other.

He removed the dildo and removed the restraints from Rhea's wrists. She arched into his arms and slid over him like a cat, her mouth on his. Her hands were everywhere, stroking him, scraping her nails over him. He made a feral noise in the back of his throat and pushed her away from him. She sank to her knees, her body trembling.

A deep breath. He had to get control, or he'd fuck her over and over and they'd never escape. A quick sweep of the arena, and he calculated the level of sexual frenzy of the four men who blocked them. Their escort, Lander, had removed his helmet. Conner froze. Could it be?

The man stepped forward, and Conner knelt down to whisper to Rhea. “Look up, little bird.”

Her head shot up, and her gaze met Lander's. She blinked and then swerved her gaze to his.

Slowly, Lander started toward the stage, his cock in his hand and the crowd screaming wildly.

Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.

Rhea kept her head lowered and gasped for breath. That soldier was going to join them. Conner must have known when she looked up she'd meet that man's gaze. Why would he do that after he'd warned her not to meet any Primarian's stare?

Conner had broken through every sexual barrier she'd ever had. How the hell he managed to get her off in front of hundreds of masturbating men was totally beyond her comprehension.

But this was different. He was adding another man to the mix.

Her mouth went dry as the soldier Lander stepped up on the stage, his large feet under her nose. His voice was rough and low when he spoke to Conner. “Your mate invited me,” he boomed, and the arena echoed with shouts and cheers.

“By all means,” Conner told him, and her head shot up to meet his gaze. What the fuck was he doing? She wanted to bolt, to run for the nearest door, her muscles tight, ready to spring.

Conner met her gaze as he stripped off his clothes. “Join me,” he demanded of Lander as he kept his stare on her face. “My mate can enjoy two cocks instead of one.”

This caused the energy in the arena to spike out of control. A collective menacing sound reached her ears, and she trembled. Conner's naked body still sent hers into overdrive. The mark near his hip bone glowed red. She took a deep breath.

Conner's hand gripped the back of her neck and forced her to look at Lander's naked body. Her blood ran cold. “I want you to suck his dick,” Conner demanded. The soldier's dick was large, thick, and fully erect. But when he stepped closer to her, she noticed something else.

A faded scar near his hip bone in the identical spot where Conner wore his mate mark now. She stared at it. Once an intricate circular knot branded into his skin, it was faded, almost invisible to the naked eye. At the moment, it was very close and glowed very faintly.

Lander was a Nyral.

She only had a moment to take that in when Conner caught her undivided attention. He had dropped down and slid between her legs, his tongue flicking over her swollen clit. His fingers dug into her ass, and she stopped breathing. When she opened her mouth to gasp for breath, Lander thrust his cock inside.

His cock was warm and hard. The feel of Conner's mouth on her pussy and the hardness of Lander's dick in her mouth overloaded her system. She lost all semblance of control. She sucked Lander's cock in time to Conner's scrapes over her clit. His growl only made her hotter. Lander's fingers twined in her hair, yanking on the strands until her scalp tingled. The vein on his cock throbbed, and she ran her tongue over it, causing him to groan.