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By SHELLI STEVENS
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Chapter One"Take me. Now, Lieutenant!"
Brendon slammed his hand against the palm recognition box while deftly undoing the fastenings on the front of his commanding officer's uniform.
The door to the storage unit slid open and he pushed her inside, pulling her breasts free from the uniform just before the door shut behind them.
"Gods," she breathed, reaching down to free him from his trousers. "I've wanted this all day."
He gave a soft laugh and thumbed her nipple, smiling when she cried out. "I'll bet you have, you saucy bitch."
She pumped his cock with her hand. "I could have your ass for talking to me like that, Lieutenant."
Brendon turned her around, slamming her against the shelf as he jerked her pants down to her ankles.
"Actually, ma'am, I do believe I'm going to have your ass." He slapped one round cheek. "And you'll like it."
She groaned, pressing back hard against him. "Please, make me come."
He gave a soft laugh and plunged two fingers inside her. Her body clenched around him and she screamed.
"You like that, ma'am? Who's in control now? Who's giving the orders?"
"You are." She groaned. "You are!" Her body clenched around him as she climaxed suddenly.
Brendon spun her around and pushed her to her knees.
The woman's mouth found him, moving hungrily over his cock. He closed his eyes, sliding his fingers through her short hair.
He looked down, watched her in the semidarkness lift her mouth from his cock and the trail of saliva she left.
"Take me, Lieutenant." She stood up and turned around, lifting her bottom toward him. "Hurry, before someone realizes we are gone."
He fingered her again, gathering her cream to smear over her asshole.
When he entered her a second later she didn't even make a faint noise of pain. This woman was obviously used to being fucked in the ass. She gripped the shelf, smashing her body back to meet each of his hard thrusts.
"Yes. Yes!" She screamed, rubbing her own pussy as she brought herself to another climax.
Brendon felt his balls tighten, gripped her shoulder and then let loose. He came hard and fast, emptying himself inside her.
He was still catching his breath when a series of beeps signaled someone had just put their hand against the palm recognition box to open the door.
"Oh gods." He pulled out of her, fumbling to put his cock away.
The door slid open and light blinded them both. His commanding officer spun around, making a pathetic attempt to cover herself with her hands.
Brendon blinked, before his eyes grew accustomed to the light and the two men standing outside.
His stomach dropped and his balls shriveled.
The five-star general stared at them both and gave a weary sigh. "Lieutenant Marshall. Why am I not surprised? And Colonel Rodgers, I wish I could say the same. I'll need to see you both in my office. Immediately." He cleared his throat. "Or, er, after you have once again attired yourselves."
Brendon tipped back the last of his aliaberry wine and sighed, thrusting a hand through the spiky strands of his short brown hair. "Fucking demoted. I still can't quite believe it."
Ryder, a fellow soldier and friend, glanced over at him and raised an eyebrow.
"Is that so? Might I remind you that you were caught with your pants down, having just screwed your commanding officer in a closet while on duty?"
"No, thank you, my friend. I actually do not need reminding." Brendon stood up and walked to the window of the sky lounge they resided in.
Pods whizzed by in the air, while down below the streets bustled with activity. And to think just over two years ago, the future of this planet had been threatened.
He'd fought that day during the surprise assault from the seemingly allied planet Zortou and had lost more than one friend during the bloody battle. Fortunately, Belton had been victorious and the well-being of the planet prevailed.
He turned from the window to look back at Ryder, another soldier who'd fought in the battle. They'd both survived that day, coming out as stronger soldiers because of it. Going in, they'd already been the best of the best.
Which was why it was a real bitch that he'd been demoted over a simple moment of friskiness.
Brendon returned to his chair and sat down, his mouth curled down in a sulk. "The worst part is that it was a rather bad fuck."
Ryder let out a muffled laugh, choking on his wine. "Gods help you if Colonel Rodgers heard you say that."
Brendon winced. "Not that she could. She's been reassigned to another unit. Demoted as well."
"Perhaps." He scowled and turned around to face Ryder. "But how undignified is my fate? Who on this planet would want the position of guarding semen? Semen!"
"Actually, 'specimen samples' is the correct term, my friend."
"Call it what you will, it's still the spunk from some soldier's prick."
"What did I miss?"
Brendon kept scowling and watched as Emmett, another of their friends, sat down at the table and poured himself a glass of wine from the pitcher.
"You started without me?" Emmett asked and drank a hefty sip. "Any particular reason?"
Ryder stood and set coins down on the table. "Brendon is a bit upset after being caught screwing his commanding officer and has since been demoted to guarding semen."
"Specimen samples!" Brendon corrected and pounded his fist on the table.
"My." Emmett blinked and shook his head. "Apparently I missed a lot today."
"Indeed." Ryder's lips twitched, his expression softening. "I should not stay any longer. My lovely wife is at home in her fifth month of pregnancy and I'm an ass for having neglected her this long."
"Hmm. She encourages you to get out more. But you do dote on her." Brendon took another sip of wine. "Say hello to the lovely Talia for us."
"Of course." Ryder gave them a casual salute and disappeared from the lounge.
Brendon watched his friend leave with a pang of jealousy. Not that he'd ever acknowledge the emotion. To be jealous of a man who'd resigned his life to be spent with one woman? The very idea nearly made him break out in a rash. Still, there was no denying that Ryder was more content now than anyone could remember him being.
"You know," Emmett began, "perhaps if you tamed your wicked ways, you would not keep finding yourself in trouble."
Brendon turned back to his friend and arched a brow. "Wicked ways?"
"Must I spell it out for you?" Emmett leaned forward and guffawed. "Your weakness for pussy."
Instead of being affronted, Brendon's mouth curved into a slight smile and he shrugged. "I will hardly deny that I have a fondness for the fairer sex, my friend. Nor that they seem to have an equal affection for me."
"Yes. Perhaps it's because you're so damn tall and likely hung like a beast."
Brendon laughed, but didn't rebuke the suggestion.
"Though I am surprised," Emmett continued, his expression bemused, "that your commanding officer would risk everything for a quick tumble."
"Yes, well. I'm not quite sure about her reasoning. Though I was hardly about to protest her advances. The woman has a mouth that could-"
"Please." Emmett raised a hand and winced. "I have no need for the particulars."
"Hmm." Brendon refilled his glass of wine and gave his friend a considering look. "Tell me, have you found yourself a nice little woman to warm your bed?"
"I have not, nor do I need one. My focus is on the advancement of my career."
Brendon chuckled and resisted the urge to call his friend's bluff. Not that he doubted Emmett wanted to rise among the ranks, but the fact that his friend denied needing a woman was complete crap. Every man needed a woman, if even for a few minutes.
He could not resist murmuring, "Of course. Give your right hand my apologies."
Emmett about spit out his wine as he lifted his amused glance to meet Brendon's. "You are trouble, my friend."
"Yes. So I've been told many times." Brendon sighed and shook his head.
And, unfortunately, it had caught up with him. He took another sip of wine and scowled.
Guarding a damn semen lab.
Nika's foot slammed into the collapsible mannequin and it crumpled under the contact. Her heart fluttered against her chest and she spun, ready to take out her next target.
"You are ready."
Nika stilled, the blood pounding through her veins no longer just the result of adrenaline.
She rose from the crouched position she'd fallen into. Turning, she used the back of her hand to wipe the sheen of sweat from her brow.
"Truly?" she asked, hating herself for the tremor in her voice.
The instructor nodded, her gaze unreadable as it swept over Nika from head to toe.
"Rachel will be pleased." The instructor folded her arms across her small chest and nodded. "I have informed her that you will be on your way shortly to meet with her. After you have showered, of course."
Excitement bubbled through her, but Nika gave a slight nod to not let her true reaction show. "Of course."
"I doubt we will meet again, Donika." The instructor dropped her arms and strode past her, lifting one eyebrow. "You've done well. You're perhaps one of my best students. Goddess be with you, for you will need her guidance in your upcoming mission."
The door to the gym slid closed on a hiss, and once again Nika found herself alone. The only break in the silence was her labored breathing from her workout.
I am ready.
The realization swelled her chest with pride as she walked toward the bathing chamber. For two years, she had trained for this position. Had fought to prove herself on a planet of women who doubted her.
Standing in front of the mirror in the bathing chamber, she pulled the loose top from her body and pushed down the pants.
Wincing, she began to unbind her chest. Her breasts tingled as blood rushed through them. The nipples hardened in the cool, climate-controlled room.
Lifting her hands, she cupped herself, massaging her breasts and squeezing feeling back into the soft mounds.
Her breasts were part of the reason they had doubted her for this mission. Her chest was too large and would be hard to disguise during her assignment. All previous envoys had been tall and lean, with little curve in their hips and breasts so small they needed no binding.
Though Nika was tall and lean, her hips and breasts posed a problem. One she had insisted she could overcome by binding her breasts so tightly that she could pass for a man. And by wearing clothes that would almost disguise her hips.
As always, she was the outsider that everyone was skeptical of. The strange woman who'd arrived on this planet seeking refuge.
Nika sighed and pinched the darkened nipples to the point where it almost hurt, watching the pink flush deepen in the tips. Her lips twisted with disdain even as pleasure shot straight to her pussy.
And here was just another way she would be considered an outsider. The hint of pain could bring her pleasure. Though, fortunately, the women of the planet knew nothing about her sexual enjoyments since she had never taken a lover here.
Releasing her breasts, Nika pulled her hair down from the severe topknot and shook the blond waves around her shoulders.
She'd never actually taken a lover willingly in her entire life. Her only sexual experience lay in her erotic servitude as a Rosabelle back on Zortou.
Her stomach clenched and for a moment the memory of those awful years threatened to send her into an emotional tailspin.
Being forced to serve the two brothers day after day, to clean their living quarters and service them in the bedroom. Or out of it. She'd simply had to service them any time they got a whim to take her.
In the mirror she watched her blue-green eyes cloud with revulsion.
In reality she'd been the same as any droid moving about: robotic in her actions and completely emotionless.
She'd been quick to learn that feeling anything could be nothing but detrimental if she meant to survive. But then there were days she'd questioned whether surviving was even worth it.
Drawing in a slow breath, she closed her eyes. You are not in that life anymore. You are no longer that woman. She repeated the mantra until her pulse slowed again.
Opening her eyes she met her gaze in the mirror and saw a confident woman completely in control of her emotions.
She turned and went to turn on the showering unit, preparing to meet with her sponsor.
Nika walked into her sponsor's chambers, pushing aside the familiar burst of nerves. This was nothing new: each time she entered Rachel's office she grew edgy. There was something about the woman that made her uncomfortable. Today was no different.
The doors hissed shut behind her as she entered the room. She lifted her head and strode in with a self-assurance she'd once feigned but now commanded.
Her steps faltered as she spotted her sponsor reclining naked on the couch, one of her many lovers lying between her thighs.
Rachel ran a hand through the younger woman's platinum hair, lifting her hips as the woman's mouth moved over her pussy.
"I apologize," Nika began, thankful her voice was neutral since inside she felt all too uneasy. "I thought you were to be informed of my arrival."
"I was, darling." Rachel gave a lazy smile and lowered her heated gaze to the woman who licked her pussy. "I simply saw no reason not to mix business with pleasure."
Heat spread to Nika's cheeks, but she murmured a calm, "Of course."
Rachel lifted a brow. "Unless you'd like to join us?"
The younger woman lifted her head from between Rachel's legs and licked her lips, looking Nika over with interest.
"Thank you, but no."
The woman laughed softly and, still holding Nika's gaze, lowered her head to flick her tongue over Rachel's clit.
This dance was not unfamiliar to Nika. Rachel had always left the door open into her sensual world and invited Nika to partake in the pleasures that could be explored on the all-female planet.
Nika wasn't the least bit tempted, although the fact often made her feel a bit guilty for residing on Tresden. But the lack of men on the planet was also the very thing that kept her here. It offered her a sense of safety. Of peace.
"Vivecca called me with the news," Rachel murmured. "Congratulations."
Nika drew in a deep breath, and her discomfort eased a bit as satisfaction moved through her. "Thank you, ma'am."
"You're welcome. I must say that I'm pleased. Though I agreed to sponsor you, at times I feared you might not be suitable for this mission." Rachel's gaze moved to Nika's breasts. "But it appears your instructor finds you able."
"Indeed." Nika crossed the room and sat down on a nearby chair, crossing one leg over another. "When will I be sent to Belton?"
Rachel gave a soft laugh and started to answer, then lifted her hand in a gesture to wait for a moment. Her gaze drifted down to the woman between her thighs and her mouth tightened with displeasure.
"Lick me faster, Fiona," she commanded quietly. "If you want to become one of my favorites, you must listen to my instructions."
"Yes, ma'am." The woman resumed her task, her nimble tongue flicking faster over the older woman's clit.
"Now. Where were we?" Rachel paused. "Right. Your mission to Belton. You will want to arrive with enough time to learn the area. Gain the trust of those who know and guard the lab."
"Of course. And I have already been given the necessary material to don my space tourist alias."
"It seems you are well prepared." Rachel's eyes fluttered shut. "One moment ..." She gripped the younger woman's hair tighter, rocking her sex against Fiona's mouth. Rachel let out a long groan and her heels dug into the couch.
A moment later her body went slack, and her eyes opened again. She licked her lips and smiled.
"Very well done, Fiona. Please. Come sit beside me now."
Nika averted her gaze as the woman moved up on the couch and settled next to Rachel. She was never comfortable watching Rachel and her women. In a sense, it reminded her of the life she used to live.
Only this time she had a choice, and she had no desire to sexually entertain another person. Be it a woman or man.
Any needs she had she took into her own hands. Literally. Which was actually quite liberating as she'd been denied the right to pleasure herself as a Rosabelle on Zortou.
Nika pulled her gaze back to Rachel. The older woman watched her with amusement as she cuddled with her newest lover, one hand idly toying with the woman's breast.
"You are free to go and pack your things. I have arranged for you to be on the next pod destined to leave the planet by nightfall." Rachel smiled gently. "Though by no means do I expect you to succeed in your mission right away, I will expect you to check in with me."
Nika's heart pounded with excitement, and she swiped her tongue over lips. Finally she had a purpose and a mission. A way to prove that she was so much more than a woman groomed to give pleasure.
And Rachel had believed in her. Had picked her for this mission. Though the older woman had always made it clear she desired Nika in her bed, she'd never forced the issue. She had always left the choice up to her as Nika had trained for her mission.
Nika's voice trembled as she murmured, "Thank you, ma'am."
"You're quite welcome, Donika." Rachel's smile faltered. "You will be missed."
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