Deep Penetration; Alien Breeders I (31 page)

He met Koryn in the hallway on the way
out and turned toward the lab again.

“
Checking out the new
batch?”

“
I looked. They aren’t
much to look at just yet.”

Koryn shrugged. “They aren’t going to
be much to look at when they’re ‘done’ either. Not a one of them
actually pretty, although I don’t think they’ll be ugly either—and
a good figure and a sweet disposition go a long way. I don’t think
there’ll be any problem placing them.”

“
Where have you
been?”

“
I went to check on
Emerald. She was resting so I scanned her again. Still
nothing.”

Tariq resisted the urge to roll his
eyes. “I guess I’ll have to keep working at it,” he said, smiling
faintly.

Koryn sent him an irritated look, but
he forbore comment.

“
Why didn’t you get her to
get you off as long as you were there anyway?” Tariq asked
testily.

Koryn looked a little uncomfortable.
“I did. She woke up while I was scanning her. I figured I might as
well check her behavior while I was there.”

“
And get a load off. How
did she do?”

“
Well.”

He sounded both surprised and a little
disappointed. Tariq glanced at the clock, saw to his relief that it
was only a few hours until sunset and excused himself. “I’ll be in
my quarters. Are you going to bring dinner?”

“
Not unless I get to play
with Emerald a little,” he muttered irritably.

“
She isn’t bred yet and
you said she was behaving acceptably,” Tariq said tightly,
swiveling to glare at him from the door.

“
I could warm her up for
you.”

“
I can fucking warm her up
myself!”

Koryn’s face tightened. “I’ll bring
dinner around seven.”

Tariq relaxed fractionally, studying
Koryn with more empathy that he really felt like he deserved when
he’d just gotten back from getting mouth fucked. On the other hand,
he hadn’t found that that satisfied him long. “Stay and watch if
you want to. Just don’t make a fucking mess.”

Emerald was standing near his desk
when Tariq entered. He checked, feeling uneasiness flicker through
him, but dismissed it when she smiled at him tentatively. He smiled
back her, feeling almost giddy that she’d smiled at him and then
embarrassed that he had. “No greeting?”

She looked surprised at the question
but moved quickly toward him. He gathered her into his arms,
squeezing her tightly, and then leaned away to study her face. “How
was my baby today? Have you been a good girl for me?”

Something flickered in her eyes than
made a knot of uneasiness form in his belly. “Koryn told me to take
him in my mouth and suck him off. I wasn’t sure if I should, but I
was afraid you’d both be angry if I didn’t.”

He stroked his fingers along her
cheek. “It’s alright. He told me. I told him he could use you, but
you aren’t to fuck him. Understand? Not until I’ve bred you. After
that … you can unless I say not to.”

She looked confused and uneasy. “How
am I supposed to know?”

“
I’ll tell you when and if
I tell him. It’s not likely to happen. I’m just saying if it did
come to that. What else did he tell you to do?”

“
He told me to sit on his
lap when he brought lunch like you do and then he told me to get in
the bed and he … kissed me all over.”

“
Did he put the inhibitor
on you?”

She paled. “No.”

He cupped her face with his hand and
kissed her on the lips. “It’s alright, baby. I told him not to
punish you. I just wanted to make sure he didn’t. I didn’t tell him
he couldn’t reward you. Did he make you come?”

She swallowed and nodded.

“
But not with his
dick?”

“
He used his mouth and his
fingers.”

He patted her cheek. “I need a bath.
I’ve been at the dig most of the day and I’m sticky with sweat.” He
studied her for a moment. “Come with me.”

He bathed her, enjoying the feel of
her water slick skin beneath his fingers. He enjoyed feeling her
hands on him when she washed him even more. She knelt down to
stroke his cock while he was rinsing off. He allowed it, enjoyed
feeling her mouth on him until he thought he was going to come. He
stopped her then, pulled her to her feet, and then lifted her from
the floor and kissed her. She curled her arms and legs around him
when he lifted her from the floor.

He met her gaze when he
felt the moist lips of her sex cling to his damp belly.
“Gods! I want to fuck you till I can’t move or
breathe,”
he muttered, tilting his head
and covering her lips again, this time for a far more heated
kiss.

He put her down reluctantly when he
broke the kiss and turned off the water, moving with her to the
drying unit. Too impatient to wait until they were completely dry,
he scooped her up about halfway through the cycle and left the
bathroom with her. He paused when he reached the main room. The bed
beckoned but he didn’t think he could trust himself to be careful
enough with her if he took her there. Instead, he carried her to
the chair they usually occupied when they ate and sat down with
her. Turning her so that she was sitting astride his lap facing
him, he drew her up onto her knees and kissed her again.
Alternating between her breasts and her mouth and everything in
between, he kissed her until he was so desperate he couldn’t wait
anymore.

“
Take me inside of you,
baby,” he murmured hoarsely.

He gripped the arms of the chair with
white knuckled fists while she struggled to engulf his flesh. He
felt lightheaded from the effort by the time she finally sheathed
him—most of his cock, enough that he wasn’t inclined to complain.
He coiled his arms around her tightly, holding her still while he
fought the urge to come immediately. When he finally decided he
could control the urge, he released his tight hold on her and
slipped his hands to her buttocks, helping her lift and settle over
his cock, watching her face contort with pleasure and the bounce
and sway of her breasts. He’d begun to think he was going to lose
it before she came when she abruptly stilled and began shudder. The
tightening of her muscles around his shaft was enough to rip the
control he had away. He moved his hands from her hips to coil them
around her again, pulling her against his chest as he pumped his
seed into her. She settled limply against him when she finally
stopped shuddering.

The last thing he remembered was
stroking her back. The next awareness he had was when he heard the
door open and jerked awake as Koryn came in. Koryn checked for a
moment and then strode to the table.

Tariq blinked and glanced down at
Emerald. Seeing she was asleep, he tipped her chin up and brushed
his lips lightly across hers. “Wake up, baby. We need to get
cleaned up.”

She opened her eyes and stared at him
drowsily for a moment and finally sat up. Tariq lifted her off his
cock and set her on her feet, following her to the bathroom to
clean up. When he’d finished, he went in his storage compartment
for clean clothes, summoning Emerald.

He’d stuffed the clothes from the
chest onto one of the shelves. He pointed them out to Emerald. “See
if any those fit.”

Her face was carefully expressionless
when he finished dressing and turned see what progress she’d made.
She didn’t lift her head. She kept sorting the clothing, holding
each one up to check it against her and folding it and putting it
back.

Discomfort wafted through Tariq. He
cleared his throat. “I’ll get you some of your own clothing when I
can. Celia left those when I kicked her out.”

The color fluctuated in her face, but
he couldn’t see her expression. By the time she settled on a one
piece jumpsuit similar to the one he’d given her before, her
expression was carefully neutral.

Irritation flickered through Tariq,
but he decided to ignore both the urge to explain himself and his
anger that he felt it at all.

Koryn had divided the food
by the time they returned and was halfway through consuming his
own. He glanced up at Tariq and froze for a moment before he
flicked an assessing look at Emerald.
“You
don’t think the clothes are a case of too many privileges too
soon?”
he asked when Tariq settled in his
chair.

Tariq ignored the question, watching
Emerald’s face keenly as he summoned her. She seemed to have
recovered from her pique, but he wasn’t certain he trusted that. “I
don’t think she feels particularly privileged to get something to
wear,” he said coolly. “What do you think Koryn?”

Koryn studied Emerald’s face. “I’d
have to agree. She looks a little sullen. Maybe she has some idea
in her head that a slave has the right to question her master about
his lovers?”

Tariq could see when he tipped her
chin up that she was struggling to pretend contrition. He released
a huff of annoyance. “Go take it off and put it up. And bring the
inhibitor belt when you come back.”

She paled but she got up immediately
and headed toward the facilities.

“
That didn’t fucking last
long,”
Tariq growled, trying to ignore the
sick feeling twisting in his gut.

“
Shit!”
Koryn agreed
. “Don’t
feel bad. She had me fooled, too. The question is, what the fuck to
do about it?”

“
I don’t
know
,” Tariq worriedly.

“
Have you heard anything
more from the High Councilor?”

“
The shipment won’t have
arrived yet. I don’t expect to hear anything further from him and I
don’t have anything to report at the moment to fish for
news.”

Koryn frowned.
“There isn’t anyone else you could
contact?”

Tariq studied him for a
long moment.
“Military protocol is clear
on that one. The high council declared war—no unnecessary
‘chatter’. Even it wasn’t for that, we could be a target. We aren’t
exempt from being attacked just because we weren’t called to take
part in the first assault.”

Koryn looked unnerved by
that.
“What are the chances we might get
attacked?”

“
I don’t know. It would
depend on where the Dinjin are. They will have been informed and
they’ll do either of two things—amass a counter force by calling in
everyone or they’ll try to divert our main force from a
concentrated assault on them by attacking our most vulnerable
positions.”

“
Which means
us.”

Tariq nodded.
“Among others.”

“
You think that’s the
reason the bastard said we were to stay here—so we’d be sitting
ducks?”

“
Mylor’s a politician not
a military man. I wouldn’t put it past him, but I doubt it would’ve
occurred to him. He has military advisors. I’m sure they told him
we needed to stay here to guard whatever interests we have
left.”
He glanced toward his storage
compartment, wondering what was keeping Emerald and saw her come
out again. She was carrying the belt and he decided it must have
been the search for it that had delayed her. Unfortunately, he’d
been distracted by the conversation and he couldn’t be certain
undressing and then finding the belt could account for the
time.

He studied her face as he fastened the
belt in place, going back over the things that hadn’t quite set
right that he’d dismissed and realized the chances were high that
she not only hadn’t learned anything at all from her discipline,
but that she was searching for either a means of retaliation or
escape. He felt sick to his stomach at the thought, but as fond as
he was of her and as inclined as he was to dismiss it, he
couldn’t.

He settled her on his lap
and picked up his fork to eat.
“You didn’t
happen to catch Em anywhere near my desk when you checked on
her?”

Koryn sent him a horrified
look.
“She was wandering around the
apartment, but I thought she was just bored or needed to stretch
her legs. I didn’t see her near anything that set off
alarms.”

“
I think we may have a
problem,”
Tariq said grimly and then
amended that. “
I
know
we have a problem. I’m just not
sure of how big a problem we have.”

Koryn nodded, pushing his
plate away.
“So how do you intend to play
it? Set a trap for her? Try to catch her in the act? Or simply make
it impossible for her to do whatever it is that she has in
mind?”

Tariq was inclined to
think he just didn’t want to know, but if his suspicions were
right, Em was up to something sexual discipline sure as fuck didn’t
begin to cover as punishment. Rebellious or disrespectful behavior
were so insignificant beside treachery as to seem laughable,
and
those
could
get her killed if she ended up in the hands of the wrong
master.
“I don’t know. I could be making
something out of nothing.”