Captive Space (3 page)

He sensed her fear about the blank space and felt her mind try to pull her back to reality. “No. Stay with me here.” Laying a kiss to her forehead, he exhaled slowly and hoped she’d follow his lead.

Gratified when she relaxed in his arms, he stroked his hand up and down her back. He couldn’t keep her at the edge of Oblivion for the entirety of her punishment, but he could ease her discomfort to a certain degree with short lapses into the nothingness.

Tamping down on his raging erection, he took several more deep breaths. He laid his hand on her chest and felt her heart beat slow to a sedate rhythm. “That’s it,
Tesra.
Just relax.”

Time ticked by, and he couldn’t have cared less if he missed a star going super-nova. The sand was appeased for a while. The music turned to a quiet hush of a lullaby.

He brushed his fingers over her head. A small smile played at the corners of his lips. She had managed to fall asleep.

Good, because once your punishment is over, it’s unlikely you’ll sleep for a stellar week.

Chapter Two

Just when you thought you’d heard everything, think again.

Within three days of being imprisoned in her quarters, Shar’ia came to the conclusion she was being punished. She even gave the Navorains credit for coming up with such a novel way of teaching her a lesson. Just the thought of transporting relics or anything that could remotely be considered illegal turned her stomach. The mere contemplation of going through what she’d suffered the first day had her vowing she’d never so much as consider going back to her profession. That’s how powerful the lust had been.

Whatever they’d done to her had nearly turned her into a certifiable lunatic. She’d tried to get herself off manually, but no luck. For some foreign reason, she couldn’t reach an orgasm. She’d finally given up on that by the end of her first full day. It was a waste of time and only made her want Joseferus more. Truthfully, she could take him on, have Leanderus fuck her hard, and still ache for a good fuck.

Yawning, she rolled over and watched the stars fly by the windows of her room. Her emotions toward Joseferus were softening to the point she was hugging her pillow at night, imagining he was holding her in his arms as she fell asleep.

The soft strums of music warned her she was about to have company.

“Good morning,” Joseferus said from the door.

She watched him walk in. Leanderus trailed behind him. “Is it morning?” Though, she was glad they hadn’t given her a clock. She couldn’t fathom how horrible it would have been to hear the tick-tock or realize how few minutes had passed since she’d been brought aboard the
Vor Cand
.

“Yes, Shar’ia,” Joseferus informed her. “It is.”

Measuring the two men, she narrowed her eyes.
What are you up to?
Leanderus was smiling whereas the stoic supreme commander of the
Vor Cand
continued to appear ready to bite her head off. By the Holy Mother of Atlas, she could almost feel his displeasure. She sensed Leanderus wasn’t actually excited. He was feeling something else. Vengeance?

No way.
You’re second guessing everything now.

She supposed that came from the two men being her only humanoid contact since she’d started her incarceration. In fact, she’d not even met an android since she’d been escorted to her room. From time to time, the robo-cleaner would slide out of its hidey-hole, and she’d come to think of it as a silent companion in a sick, sad way. She chalked the lack of companionship up to being part and parcel to her punishment.

“Kneel on the floor, Shar’ia,” Joseferus ordered her in a no-nonsense tone. “Place your hands behind your back.”

A tiny spurt of fear raced up her spine, but she shoved the emotion away. It was out of character for either man to cause her true pain. Though, yesterday, she had noted Leanderus becoming more and more distant during his short visits. She supposed that was because he was always ordered around by Joseferus.

Still, the passion they invoked was always soothed away by Joseferus taking her into a dark space. He’d kiss away her tears, stroke her hair, and caress her back. He’d hold her until she fell asleep, but when she awoke, she was alone again.

“Do not make me repeat myself, Shar’ia.”

Sliding off the bed, Shar’ia padded across the floor to where the men stood side by side. She dropped to her knees and grasped her hands as she’d been told to do. Her gaze steered upward to stare at the two giants. “Yes?”

“Master,” Joseferus added. “You will address me as Master.”

Okay. I can handle this.
A delicious bloom of heat sparked to life in her belly. Her femininity grew moist.
Please don’t make this a repeat of our first meeting.
“Yes, my master?”

“Your main punishment is over, but your sin has not yet been atoned,” Joseferus told her. “Today, we begin the next phase of your punishment. Do you understand,
Tesra?
”

Shar’ia licked her suddenly dry lips and nodded. Instinctively, she wanted to demand an explanation, to be told where she stood in the schematic of the
Vor Cand
and the duration of her punishment, but if she’d learned anything about the duo, they were as tight lipped as a Correlian Lobster.

Leanderus released his cock and led it to her lips. The music came rushing back when Joseferus cupped her head in his enormous hand.

Her nipples turned to hard buds, and a crashing ache took hold of her core.
Yes.
Allowing Joseferus to set the pace, she moaned when he moved so he stood behind her and clasped her head in both his hands. He set a luxurious pace, smoothly guiding her head up and down Leanderus’ erection.

Her pulse rushed in her ears as she took the massive cock farther and farther down her throat. A groan rumbled from Leanderus, and she wondered how he’d managed to keep his hands at his sides. She clenched her fingers so hard, her digits began to hurt. Working her tongue over the sensitive underside, her body hungered for a cock to ride.

Part of her feared them turning up the heat and leaving her to suffer the consequences. The other part of her kept reassuring her this time was different. How she’d come to that conclusion, she didn’t have a clue, but she prayed she wasn’t setting herself up for disappointment.

“Are you wet for us, Shar’ia?” Joseferus asked when he’d pulled her back so only the tip of Leanderus’ cock was between her lips. “Do you want us to fuck you hard?”

“Yes.” Her answer was muffled. Her heart felt ready to thrum right out of her chest. With her inner thigh muscles trembling and her pussy soaking wet, she was desperate to grab Leanderus’ cock and pull him down on top of her. She was going to come this time or lose her mind. “Master.”

“Enough.” Joseferus growled.

“No,” she cried when Leanderus stepped back. “Please, don’t do this to me.”

Unceremoniously lifted to her feet, Shar’ia screamed when Joseferus practically tossed her on the bed. She landed facedown. The feel of a palm cracking against her bum brought her back to reality. A low groan whispered past her lips when the punishing hand swiped over her cloth-covered behind. “By the Holy Mother,” she muttered. Her entire body shook with lust.

“You will speak only when commanded to,” Joseferus said. “Do you understand,
Tesra
?”

Swallowing hard, Shar’ia nodded. “Ah,” she squealed when another slap was delivered to her bottom. Again, the sting was brushed away. The fingers inched closer to her cleft. Her breath turned to quick gasps. “I understand.”

Another swat rocked from where it landed on her tender ass cheek up her spine.

She tried to wiggle her ass closer to the hand resting on her butt. “I understand, Master.”

“On your hands and knees—now!” Joseferus commanded.

Her jumpsuit stretched taut over her crotch, adding a new sensation to her aching core. The tightness of the cloth drove the throb higher. The chest of the jumpsuit drew tight across her nipples. Her hips rocked slightly to and fro.
Please. Please. Please.

“Did I say you could move?” Leanderus entered the conversation on that question. His hand cracked down. She was starting to figure this out. When Leanderus touched her, the music was muted.

Another smack cracked down on her butt.

Gasping, Shar’ia forced her body to still. This time the spank she expected landed so close to her crotch that she almost jumped out of her skin. Her nerves were sizzling with desire. Her body was almost pained when neither of them touched her for a moment. There was no soothing stroke of her heated ass or another slap.

Her nervous tension grew.

Her desire knew no bounds.

Do not do this to me.
She continued to chant that sentence silently. Willing them to do something—anything—to get her off the sexual hook they’d put her on, she panted in time with her thriving pulse.

“This is how your future will be, Shar’ia. You are at my mercy. If I give you to another warrior, it is my decision. If I wish you to walk around naked, you will do as you are told. If I tell you to suck Leanderus’ or my cock or I want your second husband to fuck your ass while I pound your cunt, you will not flinch.” Joseferus paused. “If you do not follow my orders, you will be punished.”

Mindless to everything but the desire rolling through her in waves, she bit her lip to keep from saying she’d do anything as long as one of them fucked her.

“Say, ‘I understand, my master,’” Joseferus commanded.

“I understand, my master.”
Whatever. Just fuck me.
She heard a shuffle of clothes being removed. Her fingers curled into fists, and she clenched the thick comforter blanketing her bed. The next thing she knew, she felt two strong hands catch the collar of her jumpsuit. A shout of cloth ripping echoed in the room. Cool air caressed her heated skin.

Goose bumps rose on her arms. Joseferus slid in front of her. His monster cock was within reach of her mouth. She watched him stroke his shaft from base to tip. While Leanderus assisted her out of her ruined jumpsuit, she kept her gaze on Joseferus. The gleam in his eye entranced her. It was almost as if there was so much more going on than she could ever comprehend.

“Touch her, Leanderus. Show my
Tesra
the power of the sand.”

“Ah!” The sound broke from her throat the split second Leanderus’ fingertips touched her swollen pussy. His fingers worked over her clit. Sometimes he’d swirl tiny circles over the sensitive nub; other times he’d tap against it. Tingles shot down her feminine walls.

Her body swayed forward when he inserted a finger into her aching core. She soon lost herself in the rhythm of his finger pumping her pussy. “Oh my,” she whispered under her breath. The conflagration of wanton lust with being so close to an orgasm ricocheted across her flesh.

She gritted her teeth when Leanderus smacked her ass hard. Opening her mouth to apologize, she caught herself before the first syllable escaped.
No. No. No. Keep your cool.

Joseferus sent her a wolfish grin. “Come here, Shar’ia. I wish to see how well you ride.”

Finally.

He eased down the bed as she climbed on top of him. She positioned herself over his cock. Her body screamed for release. The music rolled and seethed. She was about to sink down onto his shaft when he took control. There was nothing gentle about how he entered her.
By the Fiery Mountains.
She’d been poised to work him slow. He’d gripped her hips and slammed her down on him.

“Oh,” she cried out. Her pussy was stretched and filled by his cock. The quivers she’d felt before were nothing compared to the feel of him buried deep inside her. “Ah.” She let the air rush from her lungs.
Damn, this is good.

“It gets better,” Joseferus assured her. The hint of amusement she’d heard in his voice was contradicted by the fierce scowl marring his brow. “You will accept Leanderus’ cock in your ass while I fuck your cunt. I wish to see your face when you reach
marauex
—climax.”

She didn’t know whether to answer or not. He took the choice out of her hands. He began to lift her up and down his shaft. With every down stroke, her clit hit the base of his cock just right. The wonderful friction rejuvenated the goose bumps dotting her flesh. Her feminine walls tightened.
So close. So incredibly close.

A cool dribble of a liquid squirted down her butt crack didn’t deter the warrior setting the pace. He kept up his sexual assault. Tiny moans of pleasure rose inside her. She swallowed them.

She gripped Joseferus’ forearms as Leanderus warmed up her dark hole. The younger warrior’s finger eased into her anus. The slight stab of pain was quickly forgotten as Joseferus turned up the heat. The pace he set turned frenetic—primal.

The tune playing in her mind grew louder, the cadence faster. She closed her eyes. The darkness Joseferus took her to during the first part of her punishment rose in her mind’s eye.