The Pleasure Bot (Planet Desire Book 4) (7 page)

“And what do you think will happen to him then?” Agnes asked.

Priscilla’s brows drew together. “He’ll go on to the next customer. Just a few hours early.”

“As he is?”

“Oh. No, I suppose not.” She chewed the edge of her lip.
“Do you think he knows?”
she whispered.

Declan’s instincts told him that once again there was an undercurrent of conversation he didn’t understand. “Knows what?”

Priscilla shrugged, but this time worry marred her forehead. “What happens after…you go back.”

Declan stared. Something told him she suspected his fate wouldn’t be pleasant. Was she in on the blackmail scheme, too? “Agnes? We had a deal.”

“Yes, we did. But you’ve broken it.”

“What about my crew?”

“After you leave here, all bets are off. Best make a quick getaway, or you’ll be joining them.”

“Agnes, I’m confused,” Priscilla said. “Are we talking about the same thing?”

“Of course not.
He’s in his role.
” Agnes whispered the last.

“Oh!” Her eyes widened. “So what is this about his crew and ship?”

“If you must know, if he pleases you this weekend, they’ll be free—
they’re in the hoosegow
.”

Agnes was diabolical. Declan had no doubt she’d somehow fed Priscilla an alternate tall tale. She was masterfully manipulating them both.

“So, he’s being blackmailed to…entertain me?”

“Yup.”

“I don’t know whether to be flattered or horrified.” Priscilla’s expression grew crafty. “Does that mean he has to do what I say?”

Declan grunted.

“Not at all, sweetcakes. He has to do what
I
say.”

Priscilla wrinkled her nose. “How’s that any different? You serve me.”

“I look after your interests, hon. I know what you
need
. Remember, I’m intimately aware of your profile.”

Priscilla gave a frustrated sigh. “I’m getting a headache.”

“Now you know how I feel,” Declan muttered under his breath.

“Bet he knows a cure,” Agnes said slyly.

“Aaa—gnes! I’m an adult. I think my wishes should be obeyed. I pay the power bills around here.”

“But I know what’s best for you.”

Priscilla waved a hand in his direction. “You thought
he
was what was best for me.”

“I didn’t hear more than a whimper out of you when he was doing my bidding in the shower. Actually, I did hear more than a whimper. There were quite a few sighs and one outright scream, too.”

Declan nodded, his cock twitching at the memory.

“And lover boy wasn’t exactly quiet, either.”

“That’s low.” Priscilla scowled and tucked the end of her towel between her breasts, securing it.

Declan followed the action. He much preferred her without the shield. Although the tops of her breasts were plumped up deliciously. “Let me get this straight, Agnes. Are you saying, if I stay, we still have a deal?”

“We do.”

“Yoo-hoo,” Priscilla interrupted. “What about me? I say he goes.”

“That’s not what you really want, sweetie.”

Declan made up his mind the moment Priss’s eyes narrowed with determination. “You’re on, Agnes. Now, butt out!”

“You’re not getting all macho on me, are you, smuggler?” Agnes asked.

“I’m just following the script.” He advanced on Priscilla. “Lose the towel, sweetheart.”

“Agnes?” A touch of trepidation made her voice sound small, but her eyes betrayed a widening excitement.

“It’s for your own good. Go with it, babe.”

Priscilla backed up toward the door, her gaze never leaving Declan. “I wasn’t kidding about pulling your power grid, Agnes.”

“Agnes,” Declan said, his voice mild. “I don’t perform well with an audience.”

“You got it. Tonio’s calling me. We still have to review the compression utilities of his hard drive. I may be a while.”

“Agnes? Don’t you dare leave me,” Priscilla said, alarm rounding her eyes.

The ensuing silence was deeply gratifying. Now, he had Priscilla to himself—and every pink and creamy inch of hers to do with as he pleased. Blood surged from all points straight to his cock. It surged upward, pointing in Priscilla’s direction. For once, he was more than happy to be led. Declan gave her a rapacious grin and stepped toward her.

“Ack!” Priscilla lunged for the door and swung it open, letting it crash against the wall. “You stay away from me,” she shouted over her shoulder as she ran into the bedroom.

He followed her through the door. Grabbing the edge of her towel, he jerked his arm back, stripping her. Then he darted toward the door to the hallway to head off her only escape route.

Wild-eyed, like a doe trapped in a pen, Priscilla backed away from him, deeper into her bedroom—closer to the bed.

Once he was sure she didn’t have an exit, he calmly folded his arms across his chest. “You heard Agnes. I haven’t any choice in the matter. I’m to have me wicked way with you—however I please.”

“That’s not what she said.” Her voice quavered, but her chin was raised high.

“But it’s what I heard.” His gaze swept her from head to toe, lingering over the places he intended to pillage.

Her chest rose and fell more swiftly now. “You can’t catch me,” she said, sounding breathless.

“You think not?” He lowered his voice to a rumble. “Try me, sweetheart.”

She blinked, then turned on her heel and fled to the far side of the room, her buttocks jiggling enticingly as she scurried away.

Declan stalked toward her, keeping his expression menacing. “Prickly Priss” appeared to like a darker sort of game.

She whimpered and stepped behind an odd apparatus, keeping it between them.

He barely spared it a glance as he stomped toward her, but then his gaze returned to it. “What the hell is this?” His hand reached out to the leather saddle perched on the end of a waist-high pole. The two steps at the base and the stirrups that hung from the sides of the saddle indicated it was meant to be mounted. Gliding his hand along the polished leather, his fingers found a rounded protuberance at the center.

“Tsk, tsk.
Priscilla!
” He gave her a wicked grin. “Is this what I think it is?”

Priscilla’s cheeks flushed scarlet. “It’s an exercise machine. I work out on it.”

“I bet you keep your pussy well-oiled with your
workouts
.” He laughed when her expression darkened with outrage. “I don’t think you’ll need this, love. Not this weekend, anyway. Although, I might like to watch you
ride
.”

“Jerk!” She shoved the apparatus at him and darted away.

He held out a hand to keep it from toppling, and then chased after her. She was nearly at the door before he caught her by the arm and swung her around.

She gasped and pounded at his chest.

Ignoring her puny blows, he hefted her high, his arms encircling her thighs, just below her buttocks.

Her hands curved around his skull, and she tugged hard on his hair while kicking at his knees.

His face was smashed against her belly, and his cock lodged between her knees. Her squirming was only heightening his arousal. Slowly, he let her slide down his body, pausing when her breasts were level with his mouth to give each a nip.

“Oooh!” She smacked him on the shoulders, but her hips writhed, and she clasped her thighs around his shaft.

If she really didn’t want this, she could do him harm. Instead, she let his cock slide along her inner thigh as he lowered her further, until he was wedged lengthwise between her labia. Hot,
moist
labia.

Face to face, her mouth trembled. “Please, release me.”

Declan lowered one hand to her backside and forced her hips harder into his. His sex slid along the groove of her sex. With his mouth an inch from hers, he said, “Is that what you really want, love?” He drew his hips back and ground them forward again.
Please say no!

Her eyelids fluttered, and she moaned. Her hands clutched and pushed as though she still fought her desire. “Please…”

“I aim to do just that. But first, you have to tell me. Be specific.” He ground in and out, twisting his hips to increase the friction.

Her hands gripped the tops of his shoulders, and she leaned back so that only the tips of her breasts touched his chest. “Please! I need…”

But she wasn’t trying to escape.

She slid side to side, raking the turgid points across his skin and tangling them in his chest hair. Her face tightened, and her lips lifted as she hissed, “Soooo good.”

“Tell me,” he commanded, fighting the need to nudge her legs apart and sink inside her slick cunt. He glided his cock between her legs, nudging again, his legs shaking as he fought himself for control.

Her face screwed into a look of intense pleasure. “Please Declan
…fuck me
.”

With a growl, he captured her lips, sucking the lower between his teeth to nibble while he glided in and out between her legs, rubbing against her cunt. He wanted more. He needed her to beg, to acknowledge she needed this as much as he did.

Then he closed his lips over hers and pushed his tongue between her teeth, rimming her mouth, gliding along her tongue. When at last he needed air, he raised his head.

“Please, please,
please
!” she chanted, her hands gripping his hair, her mouth sliding along his jaw.

He pressed a kiss to her shoulder. “I’ll have a bed beneath your back this time for the pounding I intend to give you.”

Priscilla leaned back and licked her lips. “Sounds…violent.” She was breathless, and her heart hammered against his chest. She was ready.

“It will be,” he purred. “Eventually.”

Walking to the bed, he crawled onto the mattress, bringing her body with him to the center. He’d intended a slow pillaging, but the urgency in his groin had him roughly pushing open her legs, until there was space for him between. Then he hooked his arms beneath her knees and spread them wide and high, exposing her moist, pink flesh fully to his gaze. She was lovely.

The bare outer lips framed a pussy so pink and fragrant, he knew he’d spend himself in a second if he dipped inside.

She murmured a protest and lifted her hips from the mattress. An invitation, he found hard to resist. She was so eager.

Too
eager.

Priss was accustomed to having her wants accommodated, instantly. A snap of her fingers and she could order up sex toys or a paid companion for her immediate satisfaction. She didn’t have to worry about the niceties—like manners or the other partner’s needs. She was spoiled. Too spoiled to spare a smile or a soft word. Not that
he
needed those things, but he could only imagine the poor, brokenhearted louts she’d left in her path.

He’d be damned if he’d let her lush little body and breathy commands lead him to an easy surrender. She needed a little lesson first…in working for what she wanted…in patience.

Priscilla sighed dreamily.
Now she was going to get the plundering she’d paid for—and by a smuggler! Almost like having a pirate. She’d had a thing for pirates when she was a teenager.

Raised on stories of the daring adventures of the mythical Adamarik Zingh and his crew of bloodthirsty cutthroats, Priscilla had secret fantasies of being captured and ravished by the handsome pirate.

Declan was every bit as dark as Captain Zingh was purported to be. Every bit as well built. Perhaps, she should just look on this whole fiasco as the fulfillment of her ultimate fantasy.

He released her knees and stretched himself full length over her body. Her legs were trapped beneath his weight, and he glided his hands along her arms, then clasped her wrists and pulled them high above her forehead. She was stretched, deliciously vulnerable to his wicked whims.

“Wh—at are you doing?” she asked, wriggling beneath him, excited he was choosing this dominant role and playing into her fantasy. Her body hummed with excitement.

“I’m taking my time. Don’t you prefer a slow seduction? Most women do.”

“Slow?” she laughed, delighted and growing more aroused by the moment. “I’m primed already. Let’s get down to the good stuff now.”

“Don’t you know?” he said, his mouth hovering over hers, so close his hot breath filled her mouth. “If you give little girls what they want, they become spoiled.” His mouth settled over hers. But rather than the deep kiss she wanted, he rubbed and mouthed with the gentlest caress, and then drew away.

She licked her lips, readying herself for the passionate kiss that was sure to follow. Then she realized what he’d just said. “Do you mean you aren’t going to…” Surely, he was only teasing.

“You said the word before. Don’t be shy now.”

She blushed. The word was coarse. She’d said it in the heat of passion. “Well, aren’t you supposed to pleasure me?”

“That isn’t the word I want you to use, love.”

Heat curled inside her belly, blossoming with moisture that flooded her vagina. “Well, I’m not going to say it. I was…overcome before. I’m not in the mood now.” She could play this game too. She’d give him a little resistance to keep him wondering whether she’d submit.

“I think you are.” He leaned down and nuzzled her nipple with his lips. “But I want you to work harder for what you want.”

The game was losing its glamour. He wanted full surrender. Something she’d never given a man. Her pussy pulsed with the need to clasp his cock deep inside. “What’s that supposed to mean?” She waited for his head to rise.

His expression was closed. His gaze watchful. Was he really waiting for her to capitulate? To beg?

Almost at the point where she might give in to him, she said, “Do you want me to pleasure you first?”

He rolled his eyes. “You aren’t getting it. Not much for subtleties, are you?”

She pressed her chest upward, rubbing her nipple on the underside of his chin to tempt him. But he didn’t take the hint and suck it into his mouth. “Fuck subtleties.” She scraped the engorged tip along his jaw, regretting the loss of his beard. She needed friction, movement, and clitoral stimulation—his cock inside her body.
Now!
“I go for what I want.”

“That word again, but not how I wanted you to use it.”

“Tough!” Her body ached for release, and he wanted to play semantics. If he wasn’t going to give her what she needed, she’d play with Jake the Saddle Tramp. He never made unreasonable demands. “Look, if you’re just going to play mind games with me now, you can take your little power trip with you when the door hits you on the ass.” Her hips strained upward in an attempt to unseat him.