Page 19 of A Merciless Bargain
In and out, we recaptured our rhythm. Dane lowered himself onto my naked body. With his elbows by my sides, he bound me to him with his forearms underneath me. I wrapped myforearms around what I could reach, playing with the silky fur lining his skin. The wave of my orgasm grew, heightened by the sensations of my restricted upper body and the knot holding his dick inside of me, as if we were one being. When I didn’t think I could climb any higher, the wave of my orgasm crested.
Dane pushed one more time, holding himself against my electrified body. My ecstatic scream merged with his howl of pleasure when we came together. Wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over, through, and around me.
As the orgasmic aftershocks hit and faded, Dane collapsed onto me, my sweat joining his musk. He rolled us to the side when he pulled his spent dick from my cum-filled pussy. We stared at each other.
Dane leaned forward and our noses touched. It somehow felt more intimate than the mind-blowing sex we’d just had.
“Stay with me,” he said, his black eyes piercing into my widened blue ones.
Six Months Later
Of course,I said, yes, I’d stay with my alien Enforcer captor who’d become my partner and lover. A hot, furry man with the skills to use the most interesting dick I’d ever had to provide the best sex I’d ever had? Yes, please!
We sat at adjoining floating desks in the main living space of our home in the port city of Monsa. It turned out that the reason Vadhea had originally hired him to bring me in was because he still lived on his home planet. We now shared the cutest little stone house right near the water’s edge on the outskirts of the city.
“How is the paperwork?” Dane asked. He glanced from his laptop—called mincomps on Foula—to my screen beside him.
I swiveled my mincomp in his direction. “Just submitted the last document,” I crowed. When the money from my purchaser had arrived in my account, my eyes about popped out of my head. It was one thing to be told what you’d be receiving. It was quite another to see it sitting there, in your grasp. The money was life-changing in almost every sense of the word.
I had expected that I wouldn’t see that money for five years; my plan had been to use it for travel. Now that I had the money,and how I’d come to have it early, I realized I wanted to do some good with it.
“This will be an interesting experiment,” Dane said, tilting his head at me.
“It’ll be fine,” I assured him, leaning over to kiss his exquisite lips and nip at his chin. We’d had the conversation months earlier when I first broached my idea. He’d been worried that creating an animal rights group related to eating endangered food would pit us against Vadhea.
“I support you,” he said.
Powering down my mincomp, I sat cross-legged on the couch, facing him. “That means the world to me. I’m glad you understood my intention for the group.” I’d decided to start the Foulan version of a non-profit company whose purpose was to educate the inhabitants about endangered animals. My hope was to reduce demand so that with time, supply would stop. That was it. There was zero chance I’d do anything against Vadhea directly. “First up, Foula. Next, the galaxy.”
Dane powered down his mincomp and pushed the floating desk toward a side wall. I mimicked the action and grinned.
“Something on your mind?” I asked, leaning over my crisscrossed legs.
“Would you like to celebrate, Parker?” he asked, his hand creeping across the soft blue couch to caress my bare knee.
“What did you have in mind?”
Dane released my knee and grasped my arm. I rose when he did and he pulled me to him. “Let us take this to the bedroom.”
“Yes, sir.”
Dane held my hand and led me across the small room, similar to the layout of the hideout we’d spent our first partial night in together. That house had an area carved out of the overall living space for a bed. Our home had a larger breakfast nook in that area, with a true bedroom that jutted off the singlebathroom. It was an odd setup, needing to go through the replenishment room to get to the bedroom, but eh, there were worse things.
We entered and exited the bathroom without pause, our journey ending with us standing at the foot of the king-sized bed with its satin maroon bedspread. Foulans really liked their sensual fabrics and rich colors, including my Foulan. It turned out he only wore dark-colored clothes for work.
Dane sat on the bed, his heavy-lidded eyes roving up and down my figure. “Disrobe,” he ordered. We got off on role-playing how we’d met.
“Why?” I asked, pretending to delay the inevitable.
He leaned back and spread his legs wide. His bulge was already expanding. “Disrobe,” he repeated, his voice flat.
“No,” I refused, my lips pressed in a thin line of faux irritation.
“Disrobe,” he said a third time, unfastening his black pants. “Or I will do it for you.”
Of course, like Dane, I was dressed very differently from that first night. But I’d do my best with what little clothing I had on.
With a flourish, I flutter-kicked my house slippers off and into the far corner of the room.