Captive (18 page)
“Sid,” she croaked, working her hips in a grinding motion.
He groaned in answer, gripping her waist, encouraging her to work her hips faster. With a flex of his hips, he pressed upward, filling her deeper. Her clit rubbed against his pelvis, sending sparks of fire to her womb.
He felt so good, she didn't want it to end. Wrapping his arm around her waist, he bent her back slightly, covering one aching nipple with his mouth. He bit down slightly, and the small bite of pain sent shards of pleasure to every part of her body.
“Oh God,” she sighed, her pussy clenching around his length, sucking him deeper.
Sid growled something in his own language, and she shivered in response to the deep rumble of his voice. It didn't matter that she didn't understand him. Just the sound alone made her crazy.
“Your pussy feels so good, baby,” he said in English, the fingers of one hand plucking at her nipples. “I can't get enough of you.” The beginning stirrings of her climax rippled through her, making her muscles tighten. Sid's body tensed against her as he approached his own release, his cock throbbing inside her. She knew it would be intense, and she braced for it, her nails digging into his shoulders and leaving half-moons.
Hard, strong fingers gripped her hips, holding her steady and slightly up as he lifted his hips, thrusting inside her hard and deep. She screamed as the explosive climax gripped her, spreading through her body like a shock wave. Sid pulled her down hard, grinding his hips against her clit, forcing her climax to begin again. Her pussy throbbed, sucking at his thick cock as pulse after pulse drained her. She was so lost in the rapture, Sidious's own cry of release as he emptied his seed inside her barely registered.
With a sigh, she sagged against his chest, her body limp and spent. His warm arms wrapped around her in a protective hug, pulling her closer. Her mind replayed all the things they'd just done, and the heat of a blush move up her cheeks. What on Earth had this man done to her? And the way he talked. Just thinking about it made her body tingle again.
“You're going to be the death of me, kisary,” he whispered.
For the first time, she noticed the endearment, and she sat up to stare at him.
“What does kisary mean? I've never heard you call me that before today.” He brushed a strand of hair from her face. “It's a Tilarian endearment.”
“Like sweetheart or baby?”
“Something like that.”
A cute grin touched his lips and made his eyes crinkle at the corners. Whenever he looked at her like that, it made him look years younger. And very mischievous.
“Knowing you, it means something entirely different and you're just doing it to antagonize me.”
A look of indignation crossed his features. “I would never antagonize you.” She raised an eyebrow. “You can't be serious. You've done nothing but antagonize me since day one.”
“I wasn't doing that.” He circled her nipple with his thumb, causing goose bumps to rise along her flesh. “I was flirting.”
Mikayla laughed, and Sidious froze, watching her intently. She stopped, suddenly self-conscious. “What?”
“You should laugh like that more often. You're beautiful when you do.” She licked her lips and moved her gaze away from his intense stare. The way he looked at her sometimes made her feel so special, so loved. She shouldn't feel those things. Not with this man. What kind of a person had she turned into to?
“This still bothers you, doesn't it?”
When she didn't answer, he tipped her chin up with his finger, forcing her to meet his gaze.
“A little,” she whispered.
“Things are not as they seem, Mikayla. After our trip is over, you'll realize that.”
“And how will I realize that?”
He brought her face close to his and softly kissed the corner of her mouth. “It's a surprise,” he whispered against her lips.
* * * * *
“Wake up, baby. We're here.” Mikayla opened her heavy eyes with a yawn. Glancing around, she noticed they were in a building of some kind. Bright lights burned her eyes, and she squinted until becoming accustomed to the brightness. The last thing she remembered after getting dressed was climbing into her seat. “Did I fall asleep?”
“Yes, you did. I guess I wore you out.”
“Very funny,” she said, crinkling her nose.
The action caused Sidious to chuckle, but she chose to ignore him, and instead gave closer study to her surroundings. Whatever they were in was huge. Ships of varying types and sizes were secured all around them. It was like being in a parking garage on Earth; only this one held spaceships.
“Where are we?” she asked.
“Daego. Well,” he said as he glanced around. “The hangar anyway.” He opened his door and looked back at her. “You coming?”
“Is it okay?” She'd never been to another planet before, and she felt like an idiot not knowing what to expect. After all, in the science-fiction shows she'd seen, they'd always had to wear some type of breathing apparatus. “I mean, the atmosphere.”
“Why wouldn't it be?” His amusement was apparent by the twinkle in his eyes.
“Why indeed? Maybe because it's not breathable?” she replied dryly.
A smile spread his lips, and he opened his door more, letting a warm breeze flow through the ship. With it came the scent of exhaust fumes and fuel. She grimaced and waved her hand before her nose.
“It's oxygen just like your planet, at least for the most part. Of course, at the moment, you're breathing ship fumes. You'll be fine. And if you're not,” he teased, his voice dropping to a seductive timbre. “I'll be more than happy to administer mouth-to-mouth.”
“I'm sure you would,” she said with a scowl.
“Come on, grouch,” he said, grinning. “I promise you'll be glad you did.”
Mikayla climbed out of her side and moved to stand next to Sidious. Glancing down at herself, she adjusted her clothing. The man had good taste, or maybe he didn't.
She had no idea what clothes on other planets looked like, other than the uniforms she'd seen onboard the Destroyer. Sidious's brother Stefan didn't wear a uniform, but his clothing was very similar to what a man would wear on Earth, and so was Agnus's.
Again she looked down at herself and made a few minor adjustments to the silklike material. It was a deep green, and she was sure it made her eyes look even greener. The pants were loose at the waist but tapered at the bottom. The jacket opened down the front with no buttons and hung almost to her knees, with sleeves that were wide at the wrists. It covered her from head to toe -- a much welcome change from the bar outfit she was forced to wear.
“Lord Marcone. It's good to see you again. It's been quite a while since your last visit.”
She turned to see who spoke. He was tall, probably close to seven feet. He was reed thin, with auburn hair and chocolate complexion. He smiled, displaying fangs, and his red eyes glowed from within their sockets.
Sidious's hand rested reassuringly against the small of her back. “Good afternoon, Milago.”
“How long will you be staying?”
“About three days. Will you have maintenance take a look at the ship? She gave me a little trouble coming in.”
“Of course, my lord.” Milago nodded with a slight bow and turned to handle Sidious's requests.
She glanced back at Sidious and narrowed her eyes, his words finally sinking in.
“Three days?”
“Yes. Would you prefer longer?” he asked sweetly.
“I would prefer shorter.”
“What's the matter, little one? Afraid to be alone with me?” The amusement in his eyes was obvious, and that only made her aggravation with him worsen. He knew exactly what effect he had on her, and he also knew she fought it.
Although squat good it did.
“Don't be ridiculous,” she lied. Her fortitude faltered at his one-sided grin and the arrogantly raised eyebrow. She crossed her arms over her chest and gave him her own arrogant stare. “Even if I were, do you really think I would admit it?”
“Knowing you, probably not.”
He gave her a grin and turned toward a door at the far end of the hangar.
Occasionally, it opened, and she caught a glimpse of blue sky and a whiff of flowers.
The door would then shut, allowing the ship fumes to once again consume the bay.
“Are you coming?” he yelled over his shoulder. “Or are you going to remain here the entire trip?”
With a huff of exasperation, she dropped her arms and caught up to him at the door. He opened it, allowing her to step out first. The springlike breeze blew, and she turned her face into the wind, breathing in the scent of flowers and sunshine. There was also something else, something sweet.
It had been so long since she'd felt the wind in her hair. It felt incredible, and she smiled, savoring the treat just in case she never got to see it again. Finally, she opened her eyes and gasped at what surrounded her.
It was beautiful. A fairy-tale land full of flowers and fountains. They stood on a cobblestone path that led to a massive courtyard, surrounded by buildings two and three stories tall. They were all beige stucco and stone, with window boxes overflowing with more flowers and plants. In the center of the courtyard was a massive fountain, surrounded by young couples and children.
On the other side were more pathways, leading to more courtyards of similar design. It was amazing, and she couldn't stop staring.
“Now aren't you glad you came along?” Sidious asked.
“What is this place?”
“This is Daego. Playground for the elite in galactic society.”
“Elite? So only the wealthy may come here? I thought the prime minister owned everything.”
“No. There are places in the galaxy that are not under his rule. This planet is one of them. My father owns a house here, on the lake north of the city.”
“So your parents are here?” She couldn't imagine him with a father, and for the first time wondered what alien family life was like. Was it similar to her own?
“Probably not. And if they are, this time of year they would stay in town and not the lake house. Matter of fact. I can't remember the last time he used the lake house.” His brow crinkled in a frown, but then he shrugged, as though dismissing it.
“Why wouldn't he use it?” she asked as she stopped to study a store window displaying alien artifacts. Something caught her eye, and she moved closer, trying to get a better view.
“My father never really liked the lake house. Stefan almost drowned there as a child, so he prefers to stay in town.”
“Can't say as I blame him,” she mumbled, her gaze still on the replica of a sailing ship, one very similar to what would be found on Earth prior to the 1850s. She pointed at it and turned to stare at Sidious. “Where did this come from?” He studied the ship, leaning closer to read the inscription at the bottom. “Delta sector.”
“Where's Delta sector?” she asked.
“That's where Earth is.”
“Boy, it didn't take them long, did it?”
“Long to what?”
“Start profiting off our planet.”
“That's the way of things, kisary,” he said as he softly brushed the backs of his fingers across her cheek. “Come with me. I brought you here to have a good time, and that's exactly what you're going to do.”
Grabbing her hand, he tugged her along with him down the cobblestone walkway.
“And just how do you plan to do that?” she asked.
“For starters, you can't wear the same outfit all three days, so…” He raised his hand and gestured to another shop window. This one showcased woman's clothing, similar to what she had on.
“You're taking me shopping?” She shook her head firmly. “No.” She wasn't comfortable with that and wasn't exactly sure why. It just felt strange, like he was paying her for sex.
He put his hand at the small of her back and pushed her into the store. “Have you not figured out yet,” he whispered in her ear, “that I can be just as stubborn as you?”
Several hours later, Sidious escorted Mikayla to an outside table and sat down next to her. He'd enjoyed seeing Daego through her eyes. Explaining all the different races and encouraging her to sample all the unusual foods. Once over her initial discomfort of his taking her shopping, she began to loosen up and actually have fun.
Several times, she'd even sent him a seductive look, and he'd been tempted to throw the saleslady out and fuck her right there in the dressing room. He'd spent most of the afternoon in a semi-state of arousal, and it was killing him.
He turned and caught her watching some children playing by the fountain. The smile on her face made his breath catch.
“Do you like children?” he asked, his finger brushing a stray lock of hair from her eyes.
“I've always loved children.” She turned toward him. “You?” He smiled slightly. “I adore children. I always wanted a houseful, but it's just never worked out.”
“Well, if you aggravate the women in your life like you have me, it's no wonder,” she replied dryly.
Sidious chuckled. Laying his arm along the chair behind her, he leaned down to whisper in her ear, “My aggravating you is a sign of affection.” His lips touched the sensitive spot below her ear and felt the tremor skim through her.