Sex Slaves 1: Sex Traders Page 4

  “Best get accustomed to it.” He wouldn’t give her details of how things might end up. For tonight, they would make the best of their accommodations.

  “It doesn’t appear that I have much of a choice.” There was worry in those pale gray eyes. She studied the makeshift bed he’d created, not looking at him.

  “Come here.” Even through her loose-fitting shirt, he could see her nipples harden, those adorable soft brown nubs that he ached to put his mouth around.

  Her look was wary. “This isn’t exactly what I had in mind,” she muttered, dropping to her knees.

  “What did you have in mind?” He wanted to touch her, craved feeling her body pressed against his.

  “A hot bath would be nice.” Her small smile surprised him, but he accepted it as a good sign.

  He had no resistance when it came to Marla. Clean or dirty, tonight she was his. Regardless of their future, he would live out the fantasies he’d enjoyed in his youth. He had to touch her, just a brush of his fingers through her hair, feeling the warmth of her cheek.

  But even as he tried to deny it, Trev knew tonight wouldn’t be enough. Marla was his. Since his youth he’d known she was the one he wanted. As he’d grown older, he’d tried to tell himself she was simply the forbidden fruit, his desires for her the result of knowing she was the one woman he couldn’t have.

  Looking down at her, he knew that wasn’t true. He could have her—he would have her. And he would want her again and again.

  Her lashes fluttered over her hesitant gaze, those beautiful eyes watching him.

  “I want to give you something.” The corners of her mouth perked up, the sparkle in her eyes showing how she interpreted his comment. “Oh. I’m going to give you that too, lady. But first…”

  “What?” She watched with curiosity when he reached for his belt, pulling the small bag free that held everything he’d been able to grab from Kopah before it burned to the ground.

  “This is for you.” He handed her the bills, half of the money he’d managed to get his hands on before fleeing his home. “In case we are separated, I want you to be able to take care of yourself.”

  Her gaze met his, emotion swarming in her gray orbs. She took a minute before reacting. “Thank you.”

  Accepting the stack of money he pressed in her hand, she rolled it up, then stuffed it in one of her pant’s pockets. “Do you think Poltar money will be good anywhere else?”

  Apparently she had given thought to what it might be like once they left their home. He would see to it that she was taken care of, but he wouldn’t offer false promises. “I have no idea.”

  She adjusted herself on the bedding, stretching her legs. Barely enough moonlight spread over her, but his eyes had adjusted enough to watch her silky white hair brush over her shoulder when she leaned her head back. He craved tasting the nape of her neck, exposed and easily accessed. His cock jerked at the thought of ripping her buttons off with his teeth.

  “Do you know what you are doing to me?” He took a strand of hair between his fingers, relishing the softness of it.

  That small grin he was starting to adore appeared. “What am I doing to you?”

  She leaned on her hands, but he took her wrist anyway, placing her hand over his hard cock. “This is what you do to me, Marla. Every time I’ve seen you, as long as I’ve known who you were. This is how you make me feel.”

  Her fingers pressed against his shaft, the slight pressure causing every muscle in his body to jerk, his need for her turning dangerous.

  She turned, facing him, her face flushed with curiosity. Those hesitant fingers wrapped around his cock, his pants preventing him from feeling her soft hand.

  “I need you, baby.” He tangled her hair around his fingers when he pulled her toward him. “You have no idea for how long.”

  “Why didn’t you tell me before?” Her whispered question, soft and caressing, matched the touch of her hand.

  “I thought you despised me.” It took a moment to focus on her face, her expression cautious, yet he detected willingness. “I needed to show you what the two of us have been missing.”

  “Show me some more.” Her invitation was all he needed to hear.

  His hands shook when he reached for her shirt, barely able to free the buttons before he simply ripped it from her body. In the darkness, the detail of her tattoos wasn’t as clear, but the contrast of the dark ornamentation next to her creamy white skin made her full round breasts stand out more. They were so soft, so full and round. He pulled her onto his lap, needing to taste her, knowing he had to have her closer to him before his blood boiled to a point of madness.

  He tasted one nipple, loving how the skin puckered against his lips.

  “Damn. Trev.” Her breath caught, her words lost in a gasp.

  He squeezed both breasts, pulling them close, pressing her nipples to his mouth, sucking on one and then the other. Her crotch was against his cock, the heat from her scalding him. He had to be inside her soon, had to experience what he’d been denied all these years.

  “Get out of your clothes.” He didn’t want to be rough. Her torture session had ended.

  “I want to see you this time.” She leaned back on the bedding, tugging at her pants.

  “Oh you will, lady. You are going to see, and feel, all of me.” His hands were all thumbs while he struggled out of his shirt, ripped at his pants, feeling way too anxious to thrust his cock into her pussy.

  Her white hair framed her face beautifully while large gray eyes watched him undress. He loved how she lay there naked, her nipples so hard, the scent of her cream filling the small cave. He knew he was fit, that his body attracted women. But the wave of satisfaction that rippled through him when her eyes widened at the sight of his cock, made his groin clench with pain. There wouldn’t be time for much foreplay before he stabbed his way inside her.

  “I’m impressed,” she said coyly, that adorable smile making him dizzy.

  She didn’t hesitate, reaching out and taking his cock, pulling it toward her, gripping the life from him. “Come here,” she whispered, and he was hers to command.

  “Marla. Praise the gods!” Her hot, tight mouth wrapped around him, sucking him into a pool of humidity more intense than he’d ever imagined.

  Everything around him went black. White lights flashed like lightning before his eyes. His body clenched, while her mouth worked magic he didn’t know existed. She leaned forward, burying her face against his cock, her hair tickling his hips. He held her head, wanting desperately to pound his cock deep inside her, feel her throat constrict around him.

  “If you don’t stop, I swear I will fuck the shit out of your face.” He would warn her, allow her the opportunity to stop.

  But she didn’t. Her tongue swirled around him, her lips stretching over him, inviting him to plunge. Holding her hair, gripping her so she couldn’t move, he thrust forward, feeling the heat of her mouth while he sunk deep inside her. Again and again he drove his cock past her tongue, the tightness of her throat making him swell. Pressure built that wouldn’t be stopped if he didn’t act soon.

  But he’d warned her. Never would he do anything to her that she didn’t want. That mouth of hers begged to be fucked though. She encouraged him to go deeper, sucking him further into her mouth.

  He thrust into her heat, feeling her throat constrict around him. Nothing he’d experienced had ever come close to this. Trev had grown up surrounded by experienced sex slaves, trained at an early age to know how to please with every part of their bodies. Yet none of them came close to making him feel the way Marla made him feel now.

  Pulling out as far as he could stand it, he drove deep into her mouth again. She willingly took him, holding on tight with her hands gripping his hips, her tight grip branding him with its heat. Building the momentum, he fucked her mouth until he could take the pleasure no more.

  Fire erupted deep inside him while he spilled his seed over her tongue, filling her mouth with his cum. The thick cream
spilled over her lips and still she lapped at him, doing her best to take as much of it as she could.

  “Trev.” She gasped for air when he pulled out of her mouth.

  Cold air wrapped around his cock, her moist heat fading way too fast from his shaft.

  “Lay back. Now.” His cock danced a painful dance when she eagerly spread out beneath him, more than ready to cum again. He was still hard as a rock.

  “I want you to know,” she breathed when he placed his cock against the heat of her pussy.

  “What?” He was blind with need, unable to make conversation. But her expression turned so serious, he burned inside while he paused to hear her words.

  “I’ve wanted you for years also.” She searched his face quickly for his reaction, her gray eyes darting from his eyes to his mouth, and back to meet his gaze again.

  “Well now you have me.” He sank inside her, the slick walls of her cunt parting.

  Looking up at him, her eyes glazed over with passion, a small smile made her expression glow.

  The world around him faded into meaningless nothing. Never before had he experienced a pussy so warm, so tight, so incredibly wet. He hadn’t prepared her, hadn’t taken the time to enjoy her sweet juices like he had earlier that day. But she was so damned wet, absorbing his cock with an eagerness that consumed every inch of him.

  He pulled back, the walls of her cunt constricting around him, then thrust again. Her mouth formed a perfect, little round circle, her hands reaching for her breasts, squeezing them. The barrier broke, allowing him deeper inside her, going where no man had gone before. He buried himself in her heat, her muscles clinging to him, soaking him with her juices. She’d been a fucking virgin. Marla had never been fucked before. Knowing that filled him with so much joy he almost came right there on the spot.

  But he wouldn’t let her first time end without giving her the pleasure she deserved. With each thrust she twisted and tugged at her breasts, making the most adorable cooing sounds he’d ever heard.

  “Fuck me forever, Trev.” She gasped again, biting her lip when he gave her all that he had, pounding her while his cock burned from her heat.

  “Forever is all the time we have.” His breath was ragged as her heat flushed through him.

  His cock swelled, unable to hold out any longer. He buried himself deep inside her one last time then released his seed, waves rushing through him while he emptied his semen in her womb.

  His dream fulfilled, he fell to the side of her, pulling her up against him. She had told him she’d always wanted him, too. There were no answers about what lay ahead of them tomorrow. But tonight, happiness like he’d never known engulfed him. And it would last forever, even though he didn’t know how long that would be.

  Waking up, the hard ground underneath them, the first thing Trev noticed was Marla sprawled over him, her breasts pressing against his chest. Her thin legs stretched against his, her warmth encompassing him, burning through him like a fever to his brain.

  Everything inside Trev hardened when her fingers wrapped around his cock, bringing him to life instantly.

  “Are you awake?” Her words were barely a whisper, although they cut through the silence in the cave.

  Trev blinked, focusing slowly as he looked down at her luscious body draped over his, her small hand working wonders on his cock.

  “You want more of that?” He couldn’t believe that she would but his heart pumped harder with the knowledge that she was so eager to fuck.

  “Uh huh.” She stroked his shaft slowly, her fingers gliding up and down his flesh, hardening him to stone.

  “You sure you can handle it?” He moved quickly, knowing if he allowed her to continue with her playing, he would explode before satisfying her.

  “Trev.” The way she gasped his name when he pinned her underneath him sent fire to his brain. The soft curve of her ass made his cock throb with need.

  Grabbing her hands, pinning them alongside her head, his cock settled into the soft crease of her ass.

  She arched into him, the heat from her pussy, her sweet juices, already soaking her smooth skin. The fresh cream from her cunt clung to his shaft as he slid against her round ass and pussy, burying himself next to her tight little holes. Her cum wrapped around his shaft, dripping from her, offering a natural lubricant.

  “You want me bad, don’t you, baby?” His voice was too gravelly, his need to bury himself deep in her heat overwhelming him.

  “I woke up craving you,” she whispered, lifting her head so she could look up at him. “Please, Trev. It hurts, I want you so bad.”

  He understood that pain, knew that longing. For years he had watched her, dreaming about her, aching to fuck her. And now she was his, calling out his name. Nothing mattered at the moment other than seeing to her pleasure, giving her all that he’d wanted to for such a long time.

  More than anything he wanted to dive deep into her heat, hear her scream his name. His muscles clenched when he shifted to the side, forcing his cock to behave as it throbbed furiously.

  “Tell me what you want,” he whispered, enjoying the arch of her back and the way she froze when he ran his fingers over her soaked hole.

  “Everything. All of you,” she whimpered, her desire showing in how she pleaded.

  She was so wet, the rich scent of her lust filled the small cave. It was barely morning. Hardly any light trickled through the concealed entrance. Yet her soft curves, her sensual tattoos, made her a beautiful sight to behold.

  Her wet pussy clamped around his finger when he glided through her heat, the soft muscles sucking him in, willing him to enter further. Trev worked to exhale, her lust saturating him, blinding him with a ferocity he’d never known before.

  “That pussy definitely needs my cock.” He pulled out, anxiously seeking the smaller hole that puckered eagerly against his touch. “And how about here? Maybe you aren’t as tender here?”

  The way she cried out when he pressed against her tight hole, he knew she would open willingly for him. His cock burned, the throbbing pain too much for him to bear.

  “Yes. Oh please, Trev. You’re teasing me.” She squirmed against him, her round ass swaying when he slid his finger, slick with her juices, into her tight hole.

  His finger burned from her fire, the intensity of her heat rushing through his hand, through his body, hitting his cock and causing pain that about did him in. Never had an ass felt so tight, so wet from her juices. More cum seeped from her cunt when he plowed his finger deeper into her ass.

  “That’s it, baby.” He could barely speak. “Ride my hand. Show me what you want.”

  Small squirts of cream escaped his cock. He grabbed his shaft, lubricating himself with his pre-cum while he twisted his finger deeper inside her.

  Her body jerked, a tremble rushing through her as her orgasm crushed the breath from her with a sharp gasp. He slid his finger out, positioning himself behind her, pulling her up on to her hands and knees so that her soaked cunt and ass stared up at him, begging for his pleasure.

  Grabbing his cock, he pressed it against her ass, watching the tight puckered hole grip his cockhead, encourage his entrance. She was wetter than she’d been last night, her fire penetrating through him, urging him on.

  Sliding into her, his world crashed in around him, her heat threatening to boil him alive.

  “Marla.” His whole world was about her. “Damn, woman.”

  “Fuck me,” she cried out, her voice raspy, a sensual sound that shuddered through him. She tossed her head, her hair fanning over her shoulders. “Damnit. Fuck me, Trev.”

  He was her willing slave. Diving into her heat, scalding himself alive, he buried his cock deep into her ass. She would suffocate him, tear him apart with her passion, her craving. Marla was on fire.

  Her muscles stretched and then constricted around his cock, suffocating him, a volcano of heat erupting that would do him in.

  An untamed fire burned deep inside him while he moved slowly in and out of her. He
gripped her ass, the soft flesh spreading while his cock disappeared inside her soaked, tight hole.

  “Damn.” She squeezed her eyes shut, her body convulsing as she came yet again. “Damnit to all the hells. Faster. Harder.”

  She wanted a good pounding. The ache in her burned through her body, making her tremble, just as it did through him.

  “You’re on fire, baby.” He moved a hand underneath her, patting her cunt, feeling her cream soak his fingers.

  Her cum was better than any lubricant. Gritting his teeth, he paused his savage thrusting, slipping a finger into the cream to spread around her stretched and glistening hole. With a groan, he slipped in again, the movement smooth as silk. Sliding easily in and out of her, the heat built inside him, torturing him, threatening to drain him of all that he had.

  “I need more,” she begged, tossing her head, her hair clinging to her face.

  Her words brought the fire inside him to the exploding point. Pressure so intense that he couldn’t see, couldn’t hear, could barely breathe, rushed through him. His cock burned, swelling. Grabbing her ass so hard it had to hurt, he buried himself deep inside her, spilling his seed into her hot little cavern.

  “Damnit, Trev,” she exhaled, collapsing onto their bedding. “If I had known it would be this good…”

  She didn’t finish, but she didn’t have to. He pulled out slowly, taking a minute to enjoy how his cum seeped out of her sweet ass. He knew what she meant. They had both waited a long time to know such perfection.

  Chapter Eight

  Marla rolled over, the hard surface underneath her immediately poking against her uncomfortably. Sitting took more effort than she thought, sore muscles retaliating throughout her body. She reached for her shoulder, working the muscles, while her inner thigh muscles quivered and her cunt and ass tingled.

  “I’m not sure we’ll have time to eat before we head out to the shuttle.” Trev stood just outside the cave, looking down at her, his expression dark and worried.

  He turned away from her before she could respond. Marla stood, combing her tangles free from her hair with her fingers. She studied Trev’s backside while dressing, wondering what his thoughts were.