Mercenaries - Mercenaries ( Ellora's Cave) Part 2

"Good." He gave her a toothy, deliberately menacing grin. "That'll do."

"G.o.d, I'm h.o.r.n.y as h.e.l.l, and you're trying to run her off," Sebastian complained. "What do we do when she leaves us literally high and dry?"

"Actually," Nathan drawled back, "I thought I'd f.u.c.k you up the a.s.s."

There was a long, long silence. "So what are we going to do until I have to shoot you?"

Nathan turned the nasty grin on him. "Well, first," he said, "we tie her up."

Sebastian moved toward her like a big cat stalking something small and tasty. She instinctively backed up a pace, but before she could go any farther, his big hands snapped out and grabbed her by the waist. As she yelped in surprise, he tossed her effortlessly through the air to land onto the gel mattress with a soft plop.

"What are you doing?" Trin gasped, as the big blond merc pounced on her and flipped her onto her stomach, then grabbed her right wrist and pulled it behind her.

"Tying you up," he replied, laughter in his voice as he caught her right foot with the other hand and bent her leg until ankle met wrist.

"Why?" Frightened, she tried to kick free, only to discover she couldn't break his grip. "I agreed! I'm not going to fight!"

"We're not going to hurt you." Suddenly the humor was gone from Sebastian's voice. "It's a game. Haven't you ever heard of bondage?"

"Let her up," Nathan ordered, his tone grim.

Instantly, the blond released her, but she didn't scramble to her feet. If this was some kind of test, she was determined not to fail.

Instead, Trin rolled onto her side and looked up at the captain cautiously. He held a length of something gold and metallic. She recognized it instantly; back on the farm, she'd used the same kind of magnetic cable to hobble calves. "Some people enjoy being bound during s.e.x," Nathan told her. "They like the sense of helplessness. But if the idea frightens you, we won't do it."

Her heart was pounding, but she lifted her chin. "I'm not afraid of you. Any game you want to play, I'll play."

He lifted a dark brow. "A rash statement. And one I'm not sure I trust." He studied her face, his gaze bright blue and probing. She fought to hide her instinctive nervousness. "If you decide at any time that we're going too far for you, say 'Starrunner,'" he said at last. "That's your safeword. We'll end it then."

"And I'll have failed your test."

"No," Nathan said instantly. "I don't want you hurt because you're trying to prove a point. If you use the safe word, I won't hold it against you. So I expect you to use it. Is that clear?"

"Perfectly." She rolled back onto her stomach and stretched her arms back until she could grab her ankles, watching him over her shoulder. "I'm ready to play your game."

He looked down at her face for a long moment. Then his blue gaze traveled over her stretched and naked body. Heat gathered in his eyes. He smiled. "Good."

Then he reached for her.

Nathan felt his c.o.c.k fill and heat as he used the restraint cable to bind Red's delicate ankles to her slender wrists. By the time he stepped back, she was bound, naked, and thoroughly helpless, and he was hard as a neutronium rod. Gazing at her delicious a.s.s, he began stripping out of his armor.

"You know," Sebastian said, following suit, "it occurs to me-if she's never given a b.l.o.w. .j.o.b, she's probably never had her p.u.s.s.y eaten either."

Nathan watched her delicate thighs flex as she twisted to watch them, fine muscle rippling all up and down her spine. Between her long, smooth legs, he could see the delicate flesh of her s.e.x, furred in bright copper curls. He smiled slowly as he dropped his armor on the deck, imagining how his hot little virgin would react to a male tongue flicking over creamy flesh. "I suspect you're right," he commed. "Let's expand her... horizons."

He slid a knee on the bed and grabbed her by one slim shoulder, flipping her onto her back again. Her full b.r.e.a.s.t.s bounced temptingly. She watched wide-eyed as he spread her legs and settled between them. Antic.i.p.ating the pleasure to come, Nathan lowered his head and inhaled, breathing deeply of the rich, salty musk of her s.e.x.

"What are you...?" she began, as he caught her lips between two fingers and parted them. He gave her a long, slow lick, and she broke off with a gasp. As he settled down to feast in earnest, he heard Sebastian purr, "Has anybody ever told you what pretty pink nipples you have? I wonder if they're as delicious as they look..."

She whimpered. His friend laughed. "Ah. They are. Isn't this my lucky night?"

Trinity had never in her life experienced anything as hot as the feeling of two male mouths moving over her body, sucking here, biting there, while long, wet tongues teased her most delicate flesh until it was wet and aching. She moaned helplessly.

"Is her p.u.s.s.y as delicious as her t.i.ts, boss?" Sebastian asked between gentle, nibbling bites at one hard pink nipple. His erect c.o.c.k rested against her hip as he snuggled against her side. It was long, with a slight upward bow to it, as if it could reach in deep. Nathan's wasn't quite as long, but was d.a.m.n near twice as thick. She remembered that much from the moment he'd stood looking down at her after he'd stripped, tall and brawny and built for combat.

What would it feel like when he began working all that hard flesh into her tight, scarcely-used s.e.x? Would it feel as incredible as what he was doing with that impossibly clever mouth?

Nathan's strong hands clamped over her thighs, pinning her against her impulse to writhe as he suckled her c.l.i.t. The sensations he created stormed her nervous system with such savagery, she could only lie there and quiver. "What are you doing?" she groaned finally, c.l.i.t and l.a.b.i.a burning from the blazer-hot pleasure inflicted by that skillfully flickering tongue.

Sebastian lifted his head from the peaked pink nipple. "He's eating your creamy little p.u.s.s.y, Trin."

"Eating my...? Ahhh!" The Captain drew his tongue in a long wet stroke between her lips, making her s.h.i.+ver as pleasure snaked and burned along her nerves.

Presenting a forefinger to the opening of her c.u.n.t, Nathan began working it inside. She writhed helplessly. "Don't!"

"Oh, yes," Sebastian chuckled in her ear. "We like our victims nice and wet before we start using them." As his captain feasted, he cupped one of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s until the stiff nipple pointed upward. He leaned forward, the raw silk of his hair stroking over her skin, and trapped the little peak between his teeth. Gently, relentlessly, he began alternately sucking and raking it, creating delicious little pleasure zings with every hot move of his mouth.

Trin had never felt such sensations. It was all too much-too intense, too savagely arousing, too delicious. Yet bound hand and foot, there was nothing she could do to escape as the two warriors pleasured her.

"You like being helpless, Trin?" Sebastian asked, twisting one of her nipples with slow, hot skill. "I hope so, because we like having you this way."

He leaned closer until he could whisper into her ear. "There's something about the look in a woman's eyes when she's all tied up and staring at your c.o.c.k. You can see her wondering how it's going to feel when you slide it inside her." He palmed her other breast, then started teasing its erect, longing tip. "Meanwhile you're looking at her, trying to decide how you're going to f.u.c.k her first. 'Cause when she's bound like that, she's all yours. Any way you want her, you can take her. Slow and sweet, or rough and hard. And G.o.d, that's soooo hot."

Ecstasy lashed through her like a whip. She could feel something huge growing inside, swelling as if it would burst wide any moment. Frightened, maddened with dazzled l.u.s.t that was so much more extreme than anything she'd ever known, she lost control. "Stop! G.o.d, please stop!"

"You want us to stop, use the safe word," Nathan rumbled from between her legs. "That's what it's for."

She opened her mouth-and realized she didn't really want the mercy she was about to plead for. She snapped her teeth shut.

"Don't really want us to stop, do you?" Sebastian said, in the voice Satan might have used tempting a sinner. "Beg some more, sweetheart. Beg the nasty mercenaries not to suck your pretty pink nipples and your rock-hard c.l.i.t. Beg us not to f.u.c.k you. It makes me so d.a.m.n hard when you beg."

Then Nathan closed his mouth over her c.l.i.t and sucked just as Sebastian again raked his teeth over her nipple. The fire exploded behind her eyes like a sun going nova.

And Trinity screamed from the sheer, terrifying glory.

She was lying limp and boneless, wrung out from the force of her first o.r.g.a.s.m, when Nathan scooped her off the bed and deposited her on her knees beside it.

Dazed, Trin watched as he turned to a cabinet and bent, digging around until he produced an arrangement of straps. He dropped the thing over her head, and Sebastian rose to buckle it into place. Meanwhile the captain took the round ring attached to the straps and held it up to her mouth. "Open up," he ordered roughly.

She blinked at the ring. "What is it?"

"It's a spreader gag," he told her. "We use it when we want to f.u.c.k a submissive's mouth."

Submissive? She wasn't really sure what that word meant, but it sounded wicked. Kinky. Eager to experience whatever it was he meant to do to her, Trin licked her lips and obeyed. The captain inserted the ring between her jaws, forcing her lips into an O. The ring was covered in something soft and faintly minty. She swallowed around it and looked up at the two men nervously.

"What about the safeword?" Sebastian asked his captain.

Nathan grimaced. "Good point." He contemplated the problem, then returned to the cabinet. A moment later, he came back and displayed a long, violently blue object. It was shaped exactly like a male c.o.c.k. "Hold onto this," he said, tucking it into one bound hand. "If you decide you want to call this off, drop it. We'll stop."

Trin clutched the artificial phallus anxiously. She didn't want this to end until she found out what was going on.

Particularly not when they were both grinning at her, wearing identical expressions of male antic.i.p.ation, their flushed c.o.c.ks violently hard and thrusting from muscled groins.

Trinity s.h.i.+vered. Things were about to get interesting.

Nathan threw a glittering look at Sebastian. "Go get the clamps."

She swallowed. Clamps?

Slowly, Nathan allowed the stim-clamp to close around one of Red's hard nipples. She jerked with a low, desperate moan. He looked up quickly, but the expression in her dazed green eyes was one of arousal more than pain. The clamp had a bite, but it also stimulated pleasure receptors in the nipples. He checked her hand. She still had that death grip on the d.i.l.d.o; she obviously had no intention of calling things off any time soon.

Testing, he reached between her wide-spread thighs as she knelt before him. She was so richly creamy, his c.o.c.k jerked.

G.o.d, he burned to f.u.c.k her. He knew from his careful exploration of her deliciously tight c.u.n.t that she wasn't the virgin he'd suspected. And that made her fair game.

a.s.suming she didn't change her mind.

And he was beginning to suspect she wouldn't back out after all. Whenever she met his gaze, he saw a combination of innocence, awakening desire, and determined courage in those clear green eyes. That blend fascinated and aroused him until he burned to pull her beneath him and f.u.c.k her until they both detonated like a pair of plasma grenades.

When he lifted his eyes to her panting b.r.e.a.s.t.s again, it was just in time to see Sebastian clamp the other nipple. She jolted back against his friend, groaning behind her gag in a voice rich with female arousal.

Sebastian, holding her from behind, lowered his mouth to her ear. "Like that?"

She nodded vigorously. Unable to resist, Nathan slid a second finger into her juicy p.u.s.s.y. She felt so incredibly tight, just begging for his c.o.c.k...

"d.a.m.n, Nathan," Sebastian commed, "can we keep her?"

It was an intriguing thought. He brushed his thumb over her c.l.i.t and watched her twist in her bonds, her green eyes dazed with pa.s.sion. He'd a.s.sumed that a young female raised on a planet of religious zealots would be as emotionally frigid and repressed as her culture. Trin had proved him deliciously wrong with a combination of reckless courage and intense natural eroticism that had caught him by surprise.

And aroused the h.e.l.l out of him.

For a moment he imagined what it would be like to make her his submissive in truth. His to bind and f.u.c.k whenever he wanted... "It's a tempting thought."

"Oh, yeah." His second opened the clamp and let it close again as he turned his wrist, gently twisting her nipple. "She'd make such a sweet slave."

Nathan felt his c.o.c.k jerk at the mental image those words conjured. "The question is, would she really want to play the game?"

"She certainly seems to be enjoying it at the moment."

He twisted his wrist, feeling her slick interior muscles gripping his fingers. She was so d.a.m.n wet, so hot. So tight. "But we haven't really started playing yet. Let's see what happens when we do. f.u.c.k her mouth."

"I thought you'd never ask." To Trin, Sebastian said, "It's time for you to discover the joys of sucking c.o.c.k, Red." Grinning wickedly, he rose to his feet.

Nathan watched the little colonist's eyes widen. He gave her a nasty grin and moved back, giving his friend room.

Trinity quivered as the blond mercenary caught the back of her head in one big palm and pulled her closer to his jutting c.o.c.k. Even if she'd wanted to resist, the gag's ring held her jaws open and ready. She quivered, impossibly aroused.

Then he slid the flushed head between her lips. It felt like velvet, tasted of salt and man, and taking it into her mouth made her hotter than she'd ever been in her life.

He moved in deeper. She could feel the tiny folds just after the head, then the smooth, stretched-tight skin that covered his long erection. Eagerly, she began to suck. Sebastian groaned in decadent pleasure as his hand curled into a fist in her hair. "G.o.d," he groaned, "her mouth is so hot..." He rolled his hips in short, slow thrusts, f.u.c.king her face through the gag.

Trin's gaze slid to Nathan, who watched with feral masculine interest. Reaching down with one big hand, he caressed his own tight b.a.l.l.s as he wrapped the other around his thick, jutting c.o.c.k. Slowly, he began to stroke. "Suck it, Red," he ordered in a deep growl. "Suck it hard. I want to see those cheeks hollow."

Shepard's Crook! She could feel cream pooling between her thighs. Closing her eyes, she obeyed.

Trin had heard of b.l.o.w. .j.o.bs back in high school-furtive whispered conversation between teenage boys, overheard with desperate interest. But she'd never performed one, and she wondered nervously how to go about it.

"Use your tongue," the captain rasped. "Lick his shaft while he f.u.c.ks your mouth."

Tentatively, she rolled her tongue over the underside of Sebastian's rod. He groaned, his fist tightening in her hair. Encouraged, she angled her head, rocking it from side to side so she could caress him. With her hands bound to her ankles, there wasn't much else she could do.

"That's right," Nathan said. Though her mouth was full of Sebastian's thick shaft, she was intensely aware of the mercenary captain as he moved around behind her. He stepped in so close she felt the brush of his thighs against her back. She quivered.

Sebastian drove in a particularly deep thrust. She choked a little on his length and he moderated his thrust, murmuring a soft apology.

Nathan crouched and slid his powerful arms around her torso, one hand claiming her breast, the other slipping between her spread thighs. She closed her eyes and moaned around his second's c.o.c.k as it steadily stroked in and out.

"You look hot having your mouth f.u.c.ked, Red," Nathan breathed in her ear. One long finger brushed over her c.l.i.t once, then circled the erect nub. Pleasure rolled over her in a dark, sweet wave. "Helpless and bound, ready to be used however we want." He slid his hand deeper between her legs, found the creaming opening of her c.u.n.t. She whimpered as he eased one finger in all the way to the knuckle. "Ahhh. And you like it, too. Don't you? Being a f.u.c.k toy for a pair of h.o.r.n.y mercs." He reached up to the clamp that was still attached to her nipple, began opening and closing it. Every time it moved, it sent a new jolt of sensation into her nipple, unpredictably stinging or pleasurable. s.h.i.+vering, she opened her legs even more and watched Sebastian's muscled belly work as he used her. Her hand was sweating around the blue phallus.

"You have no idea what we could do to you," Nathan said in a dark, menacing rumble. "I'm thinking about what it would feel like to force my thick c.o.c.k between your soft pink lips, or maybe inside this juicy c.u.n.t." His finger thrust in deeper as his voice dropped again. "Listening to your arousing little whimpers. Feeling you so tight and slick and helpless while I f.u.c.k you. Even if we didn't have you tied up, you wouldn't be able to stop us from doing whatever the h.e.l.l we want with you. " He slowly twisted the clamp until she gasped around Sebastian's c.o.c.k. Nathan chuckled wickedly, then added another finger to the one stroking inside her c.u.n.t. "After all, we're big, nasty cyborgs, and you're soft and female and...tiiiny." He stretched the word out, packing a s.h.i.+pload of nasty innuendo into its two syllables. "My favorite kind of victim."

She really shouldn't find this so d.a.m.n arousing-but she did. Trin closed her eyes and moaned in guilty pleasure as Nathan's long fingers went right on tormenting more cream out of her juicing p.u.s.s.y. She could feel a climax floating just out of reach. Concentrating ferociously on the sensations flooding her, she almost dropped the blue c.o.c.k and had to fumble for it frantically.

"G.o.d, yes!" Sebastian groaned as his broad c.o.c.k rode faster and faster in and out of her mouth. "d.a.m.n, boss-Red's a natural born c.o.c.ksucker. Let's put a collar on her and keep her tied up and ready to use whenever we want."

She s.h.i.+vered. This definitely shouldn't be turning her on. Yet it was.

Oh, Shepherd's Crook, it was.

Sebastian stiffened, his back arching. "I'm coming!" he gasped. Trin felt his c.o.c.k jerk in her mouth. Something bitter flooded over her tongue.

"Swallow, Red," Nathan ordered. "Swallow every last drop. Because next," he leaned closer until his whisper gusted against her ear, "it's my turn."

CHAPTER FOUR.