Mercenaries (17 page)

But as she looked at Sebastian's powerful body bound in a muscular arch, his thick cock pointing stiffly at his chin, his vivid eyes locked hungrily on her body, she felt a flood of heat. It was easy to imagine what he'd do to her if he got loose. The thought made her nipples rise to hard, tingling peaks.

Suddenly she wanted to tease him in truth. Wanted to watch all that male fury steam.

Slowly she lifted her hands and reached for the laces between the cups of her armored bodice. Sebastian's gaze sharpened. “What?” she asked, her voice a throaty purr even to her own ears.

“Yes?” He licked his lips, watching her fingers pluck at the laces. “Did you ask a question?”

“You asked if I knew what happens to women who tease.” Slowly she pulled the lace out of another eyelet. Her breasts bulged, on the verge of escaping the tight leather bodice. “I'm asking . . . what?”

He shifted in his bonds as his eyes flared hot. If anything, his cock hardened even more. “Somebody makes them pay.” The words were a low, velvet-edged growl.

She gave the lace another slow tug, pulling it out of the last eyelet. Her top sprang apart, liberating her breasts. The air felt cool on their hard, puckered peaks. “How?”

“With clamps,” he rumbled, his gaze locked on her breasts. “Attached to stiff little nipples.”

“Oh, I don't think so.” She swaggered—and she'd never swaggered in her life—over to the nearest chair. Swinging a booted foot up on the seat, she bent to unlace her leggings. “Nobody would dare torment a Domina's breasts.” Deliberately she began unwinding the straps of her leggings until the soft leather fell away from her thighs. She tossed the straps aside and threw a look at Sebastian just in time to see him roll his hips upward. His cock bobbed hungrily. She licked her lips.

So this is what it's like to dominate a man,
Zaria thought, and went to work on her other leg, conscious of his burning gaze. “Nipple punishment is the kind of thing reserved for lowly Thrallines.”

“Or pretty little Domina teases who find themselves kidnapped.”

She caught her breath and looked up at him, startled that he'd dare voice her secret fantasy.

For a moment, as she looked into his hot male gaze, it didn't sound like an empty threat at all.

SEBASTIAN watched, all but drooling as the Domina stripped off the rest of that ridiculous armor, baring the soft, intensely female body he'd spent the last half hour fantasizing about.

As she moved, the cloud of sable curls slid around her slim shoulders. She threw him a quick, dark look and arched her spine, lifting the full mounds of her breasts. They were pale as cream, crowned with plump pink tips that really did seem to beg. Her legs were equally tempting, slender, long in proportion to her doll-like height, with a fine thatch of soft curls between them.

Sebastian was seriously tempted to pop the chains that held him to this silly bondage rig. He figured it would take him about five seconds to get his “mistress” hogtied with the bullwhip hanging on the wall behind her. Then another hour or so for a highly erotic interrogation, during which he'd both extract the location of Ferrau and get her nicely wet. After that, he could give her the royal fucking they'd both be more than ready for, and then he'd go rescue the kid.

God, it was tempting, particularly when she turned her back on him, set her legs apart, and bent over, displaying glistening pink folds and a perfectly rounded ass that made his dick jerk in lust. She looked over her shoulder at him. “Somehow, I doubt kidnapping a Domina is as easy as you dream,” she purred.

Unfortunately, this was no time to go off half-cocked . . . so to speak. Sebastian knew he needed to get a better sense of the guards' locations and patrols, not to mention where they had Ferrau stashed and what condition he was in.

So, like it or not, the little Domina's punishment was going to have to wait. But looking at that luscious butt, he could only hope it wouldn't be for long.

Zaria straightened up slowly, giving him plenty of time to consider her delicious, wide-spread legs and utterly fuckable ass before she turned around and sauntered back over to him. Sebastian gave her his best menacing look, but she just lowered her lashes over chocolate brown eyes as one corner of her full mouth quirked upward in a taunting smile.

He was so hard, his cock throbbed.

Her gaze dropped to the aching shaft, and that wicked smile widened. Casually, with elaborate disinterest, she reached down to run the tip of one long nail along the length of his prick, which jerked lustfully as his balls drew tight “Oh, that looks . . . painful.”

“Climb on and see,” he growled, eyeing her erect pink nipples. He badly wanted to find out if they were as sweet as they looked.

“I could,” Zaria mused, contemplating the drop of pre-cum clinging to the head of his cock. “Or I could just”—she scooped up the drop with one long finger—“let you suffer.” She licked it from her fingertip with a flick of her pointed pink tongue.

He went still as he fought to contain the impulse to break his shackles. “Oh, you're living dangerously, little girl.”

She gave him an evil grin and bent lower until her head hovered just over one of his nipples. Smiling a dark, wicked smile, she gave the hard little button a lick. The pleasure of that wet tongue made him jolt in his bonds and groan. “I'm not a ‘little' anything, Thrall.”

“Better be careful.” Excitement burned in his veins. “Because neither am I.”

She reached down to wrap those cool, tapered fingers around his aching cock. “I noticed. And I wondered”—another slow, taunting lick as her fingers tightened on his cock in a seductive pull—“just how big can you get?”

“If you keep that up, you're going to find out.”

“Oh, I hope so.” Another taunting lick. He managed not to moan. “I'm so looking forward to it.”

“You do realize,” he gritted as she licked him again, then lifted one hand to rake her nails gently up his ribs, “one of these days I'm going to have
you
in chains?”

“That, I very much doubt.” She laughed softly, tauntingly, and swung a leg over his torso, all but thrusting her butt in his face. Inhaling sharply, he breathed in the hot, musky cream of her arousal. “Now, why don't you use that mouth for something other than silly threats? Eat your Domina's pussy like a good Thrall.”

With a low growl of excitement, Sebastian lifted his head and obeyed, licking and biting gently at the wet, tender folds. She was just as delicious as he'd imagined. Flicking her tight little pearl-like clit with his tongue, he imagined her tied up, spread wide, and ready for his raging hard-on.

He suckled and nibbled until she dropped her bitch-goddess pose and backed into his face, grinding her wet cunt against his mouth.

“More!” she whimpered.

“Fuck me!” he growled back, rolling his hips upward in a demand he knew was anything but submissive.

“Ooooh,” Zaria moaned. “Yes!” Moving with lithe speed, she swung off him and turned around, her dark eyes meeting his with dazed heat as she mounted him. Grabbing his cock around the base, she pointed it skyward, traced the head of his shaft through her creamy flesh, and found her opening. Slowly she settled her weight back onto his hard length, forcing it inside her sweet, clamping cunt centimeter by luscious centimeter.

He groaned in erotic pleasure. God, she was tight. And wet.

And amazing.

ZARIA caught her breath in a gasp of pleasure at the feeling of the Thrall's massive cock working its way into her sex. He was damn near too much for her, particularly in this position, arched hard upward, impaling her.

“You're tiny,” he growled, rolling his hips upward. She sucked in a breath at the way he stuffed her so completely. “I like that.”

For a wicked, forbidden moment, she found herself wondering what it would be like to be at his mercy—bound and helpless, while he fucked her with a ravenous male hunger he didn't bother to control. She shuddered in arousal, rose to her toes, and ground herself down hard.

“Oh, yeaaah,” Sebastian rumbled, meeting her thrusts with jarring strength. “That's it!”

The pleasure seared Zaria, maddened her. She began jogging up and down, fucking him hard, taking him deep. She could feel her orgasm gathering like a firestorm, jolted closer to breaking every time she rammed herself onto Sebastian's blade-hard cock.

Grabbing his hips, she forced him still harder, deeper, tossing her head at the blazing pleasure as that big shaft raked her tight inner tissues. “I'm coming!” she cried.

“Yeah!” he bellowed, hunching in and out of her in driving strokes. “Yeah, oh, you hot little bitch, just you wait until I get you—!”

He roared under her, his body bowing, driving his cock impossibly deep. Zaria felt her orgasm tear free in a hot explosion of ecstasy that blasted along her nervous system.

She'd never climaxed more ferociously in her life.

T
HE next morning Sebastian found himself trailing after his new “mistress” and trying to keep himself from watching her leather-clad ass with too much lecherous interest. He gathered from the ugly looks he got from the palace guards that Thralls weren't supposed to be quite so open in their admiration.

Not that he particularly gave a damn. There was a lot about Zaria to admire, even aside from the explosive orgasm she'd given him the night before.

Or, for that matter, the equally impressive ride she'd given him that morning. A ride that had done a lot to cool his irritation at being chained to the bed all night.

Evidently she still wasn't inclined to trust her new Thrall yet.

She had no idea how untrustworthy he really was. He'd spent hours last night fantasizing about what he'd do to her once the collar was on the other neck.

But as the morning advanced, he began to suspect he wasn't the only one concealing hidden depths. As he followed the Domina on her rounds, it became obvious who kept the palace operating smoothly. And it wasn't the Dominess.

First came a meeting with the cook to discuss what dishes to serve at the evening meal, how to prepare them, and what wines should accompany each one.

Next came a trip to the laundry, where Zaria inspected the job the Thrallines were doing there. Sebastian was interested to note that despite her merciless nitpicking, the women seemed to accept her criticism without resentment. Evidently his little mistress was well-liked, even by those who didn't fantasize about seeing her in a ball-gag.

After that, she checked each and every bedroom in the sprawling building, making sure all the beds were made and the chamber pots emptied.

Sebastian trailed behind her, trying to look harmless while his battle computer scanned and recorded every centimeter of the place.

She'd ordered him along to fetch and carry—and indeed, he found himself lugging various heavy objects around for her. But he didn't mind, because the tour gave him the perfect chance to count guards, note the movements and schedules of the staff, and generally fill in the blanks of his knowledge of the palace.

He'd already stored a map of the building in his computer implant's database, after generating it from scans the
Starrunner
had made from orbit. Unfortunately, however, though it showed the locations of rooms and the largest concentrations of people, the map didn't tell him who those people were. Or, for that matter, where Ferrau was being held, since there was no way to pick the Domince out from the crowd.

Sebastian was going to have to figure that part out himself, through sheer, old-fashioned surveillance.