Amorous Overnight (29 page)

He shoved her panties down her legs and off, and then pressed her thighs wide open. “Shelley, when I have permission, I will fuck you until your eyes cross,” he said roughly, “but for now, you’ll have to settle for everything else.”

“You bastard, don’t tease me like that!” She grappled for his head as he came down over her crotch, pinning her thighs to the sand with his forearms. “I need you inside me!”

“If you insist.” His fingers pushed into her and she gave a pained laugh, pleading for more. Fingers were good but they weren’t his cock. He slid them in and out, in and out, deeper and deeper. “I’m inside you, Shelley.”

“Oh God, it’s not enough!”

His dark chuckle sent fire over her skin. “Then let’s try this.” He pulled his fingers out and then slid them down between her butt cheeks.

“Hastion!” She grabbed his wrist with both hands, but he used his free hand to snag them and pinned them to her abdomen. Then his slick finger glided right into her ass and every hair on her body prickled to attention. “Oh Jesus!”

“I’m taking control of
your
ass now, Shelley, and…” his thumb pushed into her pussy and she sobbed with unbearable arousal as he eased them both in and out, “I’m taking control of your cunt too. How do you like it?”

Tears streamed down her temples. “Please…”

“Put some of that fabric in your mouth and bite it,” Hastion whispered, letting go of her wrists. “I’m going to suck on your cunt for a good long while and I don’t want anyone coming out to investigate if you scream like you’re being murdered.”

Still sobbing soundlessly, she pulled the hem of her robe up and jammed it into her mouth as his warm breath touched her. Then she covered her wet eyes with her arm and started screaming.

Chapter Fifteen

The next morning, Hastion came downstairs to find that the minister had already flared to the council chambers in Ista, Garathan’s capital city. He offered a prayer of thanks to the Powers as he sat down at the table—as tired as he was, he really needed to eat to maintain his energy, but he would have skipped breakfast and gone about his business for the day if it were just Cecine and him at the table.

He would have liked to see Shelley but she and the twins were still asleep. He envied her—he’d passed the night tossing restlessly, so at odds with himself he feared both his head and his heart might explode.

Last evening he’d offered similar sexual services to Shelley and the minister, practically forcing oral sex on them, and both acts had given him an intoxicating sense of his own power. And yet, ultimately, they’d left him feeling very differently—the heated abandon with which Shelley had responded to him made his blood simmer and a smug, satisfied smile tug at his lips, while remembering the minister’s indifference soured his stomach.

But it was his own disgraceful lack of control that tightened his muscles into knots of tension and sent him flying into the capital, where Tiber’s office in the medical complex was located.

Though he hadn’t made an appointment, he was admitted immediately.

“Hastion, what brings you to my door so soon?” Tiber asked with a smile, rising from behind his console. Like Hastion, he was still in uniform. His eyes landed briefly on the mark on Hastion’s cheek but he let it pass unremarked.

“Armitran informed me you were here today.” Hastion glanced at the empty seating area. “I hope I’m not keeping you from an appointment.”

“Not at all. I’m merely on call for the day as a favor. I won’t resume civilian service until Jasmine resigns her commission.”

“How is she?” Hastion stalled.

“Doing very well—Shauss is giving her the local tour today and she’ll begin her training tomorrow. Would you care to have a meal in the Commons with me?”

“I would discuss an issue of some sensitivity with you first.”

“Of course. Let’s sit.”

They retired to the comfortable seating area, whose windows faced into the vast, sunlit aquarium that formed the center of every building in the complex. Unable to relax, Hastion leaned forward, bracing his forearms on his knees.

“You may be at ease, Hastion,” Tiber said gently. “I will keep everything you say in my confidence.”

“I have no fear on that score.”

“I’m glad to hear it.” Tiber hesitated before adding, “Jasmine is concerned about you.”

Hastion’s eyes widened. “Me? Why?”

“She noticed your relationship with your father was somewhat strained and worries that she might have incited some ill feelings.”

“Peserin, no!” Envious as he was of Jasmine, the last thing Hastion wanted was for her to feel badly. “It isn’t her fault our father is the way he is. I hope you made that clear.”

“I did my best to reassure her but I wasn’t at liberty to share your confidences. You should speak to her about him.”

Hastion’s stomach contracted at the idea. “Perhaps I will. Sometime. But right now I…” He swallowed. “Something happened last night.”

“All right then,” Tiber said with a nod. “Please go on.”

He chuckled without humor. “Remember when I said just last evening that I would have been happy to be famed for having discovered anal orgasm?”

“I do.”

“Well, ironically, I may have discovered something else. Or I may just be a freak,” he added.

“What happened?”

“Talking to you about Joga made me curious about… Well, the condensed version is, when the minister approached me last night, I offered to perform oral sex for him.”

Tiber nodded thoughtfully. “That’s to be expected.”

“Is it?”

“Hastion, Shauss’s cock spends as much time in my mouth as it does in my ass,” he said dryly. “His spur has left similar evidence on my own cheek.”

“And you…enjoy it? Truly?”

“I do. Does that set your mind at ease?”

“Somewhat,” Hastion admitted, “but that isn’t what has me concerned.”

“Please continue then.”

Rising, Hastion went to the window and braced his palms on the narrow ledge below just as a sparkling school of sea quill darted past. “The minister was reluctant to have me kneel at his feet,” he said without looking at Tiber, “but I persisted. As matters progressed, he grew increasingly involved and began to take control, guiding me the way he wished me to move, and then moving himself.”

The thrilling memory made his heart thump uncomfortably. “I found it quite stimulating. He ordered me to finish him, so I used my finger to stimulate his prostate, and he…seemed to lose a measure of his control. He began to thrust deeper, into my throat, and when I looked up, even in the dark I could see power in his eyes. He knew he could do whatever he wished with me and I wouldn’t fight it. I…”

A feeling very like panic seized Hastion, and he took a few deep breaths to steady himself while Tiber waited silently.

“I seemed to separate from my body,” he finally continued. “I was completely adrift in arousal. When he ejaculated, he rammed into my throat and held me in place, forcing me to keep his cock in my throat as I gagged, and I…I…”

His eyes widened and he trembled.

Tiber laid a hand on his shoulder. “All is well, Hastion,” he said gently.

Hastion turned to face him. “Tiber, I ejaculated in my brief.”

Shelley woke up with a hangover. Or that was what it felt like, anyway—she was dizzy, had the headache from hell and just about puked when she sat up.

And that was before she realized she was naked. And there was sand in her sheets. And her hair. And even between her butt cheeks. “Ow. What the hell?”

An inspection in the bathroom mirror didn’t reveal anything too out of the ordinary—puffy eyes, sheet creases and drool tracks. She found her nightgown on the bathroom floor, though there was no sign of her panties anywhere.

After she showered, she put on her robe and noticed the torn hem. What in God’s name had happened the night before? She remembered going out onto the deck to look at the stars, and…

Oh holy crap, how could she have forgotten? Hastion was on the beach, blowing the minister, and then the minister walked off like an asshole afterward, leaving him pretty shaken up. She’d gone down there to see if he was okay…

And then what? Had they broken into the minister’s liquor cabinet and then made drunken monkey love all over the great room? That would explain hangover symptoms and the lost panties.

Yeah, right. She should be so lucky. More likely they’d gone skinny-dipping. That would explain the lost panties and the sand too. But she held her breath when she went downstairs, half-afraid she’d find the place trashed and her underwear hanging from a chandelier.

Fortunately, there was no chandelier and no underwear. Everything looked pretty much like it had the night before, except Tara sat at the foot of the long table with a baby on either side of her.

“Mamamamamama!” Wyatt cried, bouncing in his high chair. Both he and the tray were covered with brown slime, but he seemed happy enough to sit there smearing whatever it was on anything he could reach.

“I’m sorry I slept so late,” she said, kissing his little blond head and then Kallie’s before she sat down. Kallie, who was a much neater diner than her brother, squirmed onto her knees and then dove for Shelley.

Tara shrugged. “I was up.”

The elderly houseman, Yutan, came out of the kitchen and brought her a glass of water and a plate. Shelley picked through the offerings on the tray in the middle of the table for something edible and then shared little bites with Kallie. Jesus, if she didn’t lose weight on this suck-ass diet, there had to be something seriously wrong with her.

Tara was uncharacteristically silent.

“Are you feeling okay?” Shelley asked her.

She shrugged again. “I guess so.”

Shelley frowned. “Tara, if you’re ready to go ahead with your mating, just say the word. The twins will miss you—we all will,” she added, “but we don’t want to keep you from starting your own family.”

Tara finally met her eyes. She looked almost angry. “The twins are family to me and I’m not ready to leave them yet.”

“Okay, that’s fine,” Shelley said in a mild tone. Maybe it was Tara’s turn for the hormones from hell—she could be PMSing. Or maybe she was jet-lagged—or was it pod-lagged? “Do you want to take the kids to the beach today? I’m ready to spend some time outside.”

“Sure,” Tara said with a half-hearted attempt at a smile. “That sounds like fun.”

“I am envious,” Tiber said softly.

“Don’t be,” Hastion said. “It’s a frightening feeling to be so out of control of one’s body.”

“And yet it’s a lovely testament to your nature that you allowed it to happen. Shauss has long contended that you are as profoundly submissive as your twin, perhaps even more so.”

“You say that like it’s something I should be proud of.”

“It is,” Tiber said at once. “I believe many of our males are sexually submissive, but few of them have the courage to acknowledge it, much less embrace it as you have. They don’t know what they’re depriving themselves of. There’s incredible beauty in willing submission. I would love to have seen it.”

Hastion’s cock twitched and he rolled his eyes. “That would probably have made it even better for me,” he said wryly. “Why am I so aroused to be watched?”

“Shauss believes it is your submissive nature seeking an outlet. Most submissives long for approval and admiration.”

Sharp pain tore through his gut.

“What are you thinking about, Hastion?” Tiber asked immediately.

“My nature doesn’t seem to inspire approval or admiration in any males but you and Shauss,” he replied tightly.

After a long moment, Tiber asked, “How did the minister respond to last night’s events?”

“He didn’t know about…my achievement. When he let go of me, I turned my back and continued to heave. It was indescribable, Tiber. My entire body was out of my control, spasms tearing through me from every direction. It was only by Peserin’s grace that I didn’t hurl the contents of my stomach into the sea, but I have a feeling I would have enjoyed even that.” He sighed heavily. “When I’d calmed, the minister simply said it would not happen again and walked away.”

“Leaving you shaken and hurt.”

Hastion looked away. As badly as he wanted to deny Tiber’s insightful assertion, he couldn’t.

“I’m sorry,” Tiber said. “He should have cared for you in your distress.”

“Caring is not part of our agreement. I am only the receptacle for his lusts until Shelley is ready for intercourse.”

“Have you talked to him about your feelings?”

“Peserin, no! Shelley said the same thing last night. Unbeknownst to us, she was observing our encounter and apparently quite aroused by the sight. She was offended that he’d left me so abruptly and made quite a fuss over me.”

“Now
that
pleases me.”

Hastion smiled, this time with fondness. “I believe she and I have begun…something very special. It’s the only thing that makes my arrangement with the minister bearable.”

After a short hesitation, Tiber asked, “Would you allow me to consult with Shauss about your situation?”