Sex Slaves 03 Waiting for Dawn Page 5

  Grabbing her head, pulling her hair away from her face, he watched when she took him into her mouth. Her lips stretched around his shaft, while he drifted into her heat, feeling her tongue dart around him.

  “Damn it, woman,” he groaned. No woman had ever performed the magic her mouth seemed capable of.

  Stretching his fingers around her head, he plunged into her heat. Instead of trying to control him, she relaxed, allowing his shaft to feel the tightness of her throat. He would explode right there if he wasn’t careful.

  Dawn’s mouth tingled when he pulled his large cock out. Gasping for air, she collapsed onto her back.

  “No longer,” she said in between breaths. She needed him in her now.

  He looked dangerous standing over her, his expression brooding while his black eyes watched her struggle with her jeans. He stroked his cock, his long fingers moving up and down its length. She slid her pants down her legs, kicking them to the side as the throbbing desire pulsated to her cunt.

  “Fuck me, now,” she demanded, rubbing her fingers over her bald pussy. The heat between her legs seared her skin, moisture coating her fingers while she caressed her tender folds.

  “Can you get pregnant?” he asked, looking down at her.

  “No.” And it was no one’s business that she’d been surgically altered on the sex slave plantation where she was born and raised so that she could never have children.

  She didn’t want to focus on the shame that she’d felt when told that because of her mixed heritage, it wouldn’t be wise to allow her to reproduce. None of that mattered now. She couldn’t change the past.

  Trent climbed over her on his bed. His cock throbbed with an urgency that made him shake. Dawn lay under him, naked, the most beautiful creature he’d ever laid eyes on. For all purposes, she was Gren. Her muscular body, her long black hair, her aggressive nature. If it wasn’t for those compelling gray eyes that watched him, he would believe she was one of his own kind. But when he’d asked her if she could get pregnant, something had washed over her face, an emotion not readily identifiable. Her answer had been quick and sure, but his question had affected her.

  If his cock didn’t weigh more than the rest of him at that moment, hanging heavy and eager next to her heat, he would have asked why his question bothered her. But she couldn’t create life, and for now, that was what mattered.

  She reached for him, spreading her legs, the scent of her sex filling the air around them. Rich and musky, it intoxicated him, sending a fever through him that he wasn’t convinced fucking her once would extinguish. Adjusting his cock against her flesh, her moist heat saturating him, he closed his eyes, arching his neck as he tilted his head back and entered her.

  Dawn cried out underneath him, wrapping her arms and legs around him as she encouraged him deeper inside her. He was too big, stretching her like no man had ever stretched her before. But her cum eased his entrance, soaking both of them when he began moving back and forth inside her.

  Never had she thought she would enjoy sex like this. No one could have made her believe the act could be this incredible. With every stroke, he created a pressure inside her that built up like a volcano, threatening to erupt while the heat grew to dangerous levels throughout her.

  His momentum grew. There was no way he could continue to move slowly. Her heat burned his very soul, consuming him with a madness that forced him forward. Faster, harder, he ravished her sweet pussy while burying himself deep inside her, easing back, and then thrusting again.

  He felt her fingers dig into his flesh. Her groans grew louder, turning into cries of pleasure, egging him on, driving him harder. His next thrust sent her sliding up the bed.

  “Gods!” she screamed, raking her fingernails over his shoulders, while her inner thighs clamped down hard against him. “Yes, shit yes!”

  The fire between them burned out of control. She didn’t beg him to stop, didn’t tell him he was being too rough.

  Trent gritted his teeth, squeezing his eyes shut as he slammed into her again and again. The bed squeaked underneath them, his powerful thrusts igniting her pussy as waves of pleasure arced through her. She held on with everything she had, feeling him penetrate her deeper than she knew possible. He broke her dam of lust, her orgasm hitting her so hard she couldn’t breathe.

  “Trent,” she cried out, finally able to let go at the same time she could have sworn he doubled in size inside her, pulsing as he exploded and brought his own release.

  For a moment she could only stare at him. Sweat beaded his forehead. His black hair fell in glistening strands around his face. His expression was flushed but when he opened his eyes, met her gaze, those powerful black orbs took her breath away. Possessive, carnal, satisfied. The predator had captured his prey.

  Chapter Six

  Her crewmates didn’t understand why she wasn’t returning to her ship. They were worried, scared. Staying in orbit this long hadn’t been the plan. And how could she guarantee their safety?

  Dawn was tired, her body sore in more ways than one. She ached for a good night’s sleep but didn’t see how she would get one staying in Trent Dar’s home. Her options seemed limited, at least for the moment. He still had the Bortan chips. He’d told her she wasn’t going anywhere. And unless she wanted to try and steal his glider, she was stuck.

  Trent lay spread out in his giant bed, all appearances showing him relaxed and sound asleep. She doubted either was true. His orders had been simple.

  “Get some sleep,” he’d told her. “We’ll discuss these matters more tomorrow.”

  But the Poltar Leap was tomorrow. What did he plan on doing with her while he was gone on his mission?

  One thing focused clear in Dawn’s thoughts. She wanted to go with him. How she would pull that off she had no clue.

  For the last five minutes or so she’d been pacing his living room, thinking, trying to stay awake. She sauntered back toward his bedroom door, staring at his dark figure relaxed in his bed. There was no way she could sleep next to him. After what he’d done to her, how he’d made her feel, how his cock had felt inside her, she doubted she would get a minute of sleep lying next to him.

  Her option was his couch. She glanced back into the dark living area, quiet and in order. Trent hadn’t told her where to sleep, only to do so. She wished she knew if he really slept or not. She could take advantage of the moment and do a bit of exploring.

  Her eyes burned, though. Every muscle in her body ached. And his computer was in his bedroom. So were the Bortan chips. Any investigating she did would be in this room. Trent Dar was no fool.

  Sighing, she entered the bedroom, running her finger along the edge of the desk while she stared at the computer. The screen was dark, the keypad locked. It would take time and effort to figure out how to decode it.

  “I told you to sleep,” Trent grunted, making her jump.

  Making a face in frustration, she moved to the bed, deciding if she was going to sleep, she’d be comfortable doing it. Climbing in next to him, she stretched out. Within the next minute she was out, and slept through the night without the torment of dreams.

  When she woke the next morning, Trent was gone. Damn it. She didn’t want to be left in his house all day while he was attacking the Bortan. If she couldn’t get back to her people, she could at least enjoy the action of the fight. Glancing around his room, she wondered if he’d taken the Bortan chips with him. Surely he would. No matter where she tried to search though, every drawer and cabinet was locked. If they were here, they were locked up securely. She took only a minute to wash herself in his bathroom. Grabbing the Gren uniform out of her backpack, she hurried to disable his alarm system so she could leave and follow him.

  And she knew exactly where he would be. It took longer than she expected to decode his alarm system to the storage room behind his house, but she wasn’t disappointed. A carrier sat parked in the garage area, and with a little tampering, she had it started, and hurried back to Command Center.

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p; Getting onto the grounds where the spacecraft waited to take Trent Dar’s crew to Poltar proved a little more tricky than she thought.

  “Hey,” a guard yelled after her when she tried to walk with calm authority through the gated area. “This is a private mission.”

  “Just following orders,” she told him, careful not to look up. Her only dead giveaway was her eyes.

  Her heart pounded when the guard caught up with her, grabbing her arm. “And so am I. Commander Dar has already cleared his crew. What are you doing here?”

  “Do you want me put on detention because I’m late?” she barked, praying he would back down. She fisted her hands at her side, adrenaline pumping through her, making her shake.

  “Everyone has already been cleared. You aren’t supposed to be here.” The guard wouldn’t be swayed. “I don’t know what you are trying to pull, but your assignment isn’t to be on this mission.”

  Well, damn him to the gods. Dawn looked around her quickly. Ahead of her were the ships that would run the Poltar Leap. Mechanics moved around them, taking care of last-minute inspections. The debriefing was probably taking place right now in the flat roofed buildings to the side of her. Large windows faced the open field. It was hard telling how many people could see them right now.

  Sweat clung to her skin under her clothes. No temperature adjustment would make her feel comfortable right now as her nerves tingled, anxiety racing through her. She needed to decide quickly what to do, and then do it.

  “What’s going on here?” Trent barked from behind her.

  Dawn about jumped out of her skin. Where the hell had he appeared from?

  She didn’t even get a chance to turn around. Strong fingers dug into her shoulders, pinning her where she stood.

  “Commander Dar.” The guard saluted, the stiff Gren respect shown all superior officers.

  “Return to your post.” Trent offered no further explanation, not needing to give one. His rank offered more privileges than most on this moon.

  He forced her into an about-face then marched her toward the spacecrafts, letting go of her shoulders but leaving his imprint branded in her skin. The heat from his touch rushed through her.

  “What?” she began.

  “Silence.” He didn’t yell. His expression remained emotionless.

  Trent let go of her and moved across the open area toward the waiting spaceships. For the most part they were ready to go, and his crew had already begun heading toward their ships. They had seen him walking and figured it was time to board. He would have preferred a few more debriefing minutes with them, but there hadn’t been a lot to say. He’d known none of them would be pleased with the assignment. But they would follow orders.

  What annoyed him was Dawn. It hadn’t surprised him to see her here. But she’d just strutted on in, like she owned the place. For some reason he’d expected to see her pop up behind him after he’d been in flight. Maybe that had been her plan and she’d gotten busted. Damn woman.

  Climbing aboard his ship, the steps tapped behind him as she followed. Anger filtered through him when his comm lit up. Explaining Dawn would be no easy matter, and he didn’t have the time or the desire to do so.

  “Who is with you?” Captain Por Gree spoke with his usual calm manner.

  Trent had situated himself in the chair of the small craft. Checking the settings, he flipped the switch so he could answer his captain.

  “Her name is Dawn Corl. I’ll explain her to you when we return.” Trent flipped off the communication, not missing the raised eyebrow of Dawn’s astonished face while her gaze went from his to the control panel.

  “I can help navigate. I’ve flown before,” she offered, deciding it best not to question why he’d spoken to his commanding officer that way.

  “Secure yourself and be quiet.” If he didn’t keep his anger in check it would fog his thinking on this mission. And he had every intention of making this a quick and eventful trip.

  To her credit, Dawn did as she was told, securing herself in the only other seat the small ship offered. Trent ignited the engines and then opened communication with the ships around him. Everyone was ready to get this over with.

  They left the surface of the moon, the environmental domes opening to allow passage, and quickly entered the orbit of Poltar. The planet’s atmosphere was thin, hot from the two morning suns, and he adjusted the settings quickly so that their glare didn’t blind him.

  “Missiles ready,” his second officer announced.

  Trent pushed the buttons on his panel so that he could communicate with the two ships flying alongside him.

  “The Bortan headquarters are targeted on screen,” another of his men announced.

  Trent ignored Dawn when she leaned forward to see the navigational screen. Small lights, beeping to show their targets, appeared on the map image of the city of Grok. He angled his ship, lowering into the atmosphere, coming down on the unsuspecting people below.

  His stomach tied into knots. On his command they would fire missiles, destroying the Bortan headquarters. The attack was unexpected and would be effective. Poltar would be rid of the nasty race that had destroyed it. It was too little and too late. Trent didn’t like any of this, and he despised those who had issued the orders.

  But his arguments had been moot. The high command on his own planet supported the mission, seeing it as a strategically good move in showing the Bortan they would not succeed in securing Poltar as their own. The people on this planet had been through enough. Trent’s arguments had fallen on deaf ears.

  “We have activity.” The excitement in his second commander’s voice showed only his youth, his inexperience with battle.

  “Proceed as planned.” Trent hit several switches on his panel, getting a closer view of the city below.

  “The Bortan know you are here.” Dawn had undone her security belts and moved in next to him, her voice ringing with excitement.

  He growled, not needing her commentary to see the obvious. The Bortan shouldn’t be expecting them.

  His officer to his right had decelerated, a sign of hesitation. The men he’d chosen to accompany him on this mission were well-trained, excellent officers, with impeccable records. Neither of them had a lot of battle time under their belts though. No simulation could match the intensity of the attack.

  “I think they’re loading their ships. We might have a counterattack.” His other officer sounded more calm, a well-trained warrior.

  Trent knew both of them were nervous though, their fingers hovering over the button to release all weapons. Dawn had stepped closer, her hand grazing over his shoulder, the action so slight, yet stirring the aggressive protector to life inside him. This mission could turn deadly.

  “Resecure yourself in your seat,” he told her, not looking over his shoulder, not taking his attention from the panel in front of him.

  Dawn turned quickly, unlatching the seat from the wall and sliding it next to his. She relatched it, securing it to the floor next to his, and then sat down.

  “That’s not what I meant.” This time he did give her a side-glance, in time to see her undaunted expression as her gray eyes showed her enthusiasm for the fight.

  This woman wasn’t a warrior. She had no training. But it was in her blood, in her nature. She was Gren, in spite of any other blood that trickled through her veins. And at the moment, she was stunningly beautiful.

  He returned his attention to the panel, their presence over the city apparent now as they decreased elevation.

  The first Bortan headquarters was almost underneath them. “On my command,” he said into his comm, moving his finger over the button that would release his missiles. “Fire,” he barked, and pressed the button.

  Dawn sucked in her breath, bringing her hands together quietly as her face glowed with the excitement he sensed pumping through her. She despised the Bortan, one thing they had in common, and he could only guess at what nightmares they had offered her to spawn such hatred.

  “
Prepare missiles.” Trent wouldn’t offer time to glory in the buildings that had just been destroyed.

  “Fire.” He spoke calmly this time, pressing the necessary button to release the second wave of missiles.

  Dawn leaned forward, looking out the clear front of his ship to see the explosions on the ground.

  “Damn the hells. Look.” She pointed outside, and then turned quickly, checking the readings on his panel. “We have company.”

  “Aggressive maneuver closing in,” one of his men informed him through the comm.

  “Brace for attack,” Trent told him, fully prepared for the Bortan to fire on them.

  He’d briefed his men on this before leaving. A race didn’t annihilate another planet without the means to defend themselves. The Bortan would fight to keep their post on Poltar. He never expected this to be an easy mission.

  With two of the standing buildings that housed the Bortan in this section of the planet wiped out, he anticipated the Poltar Leap to end soon, but they’d all known entering into this that the risks were high. All three of them returning alive would be a miracle.

  And Trent didn’t buy into miracles.

  An explosion rocked his ship.

  “Woo-hoo!” Dawn cheered when the Bortan ship next to him blew up.

  He heard the similar praise ring through his comm when his officer praised the other for accurate shooting.

  “Load missiles.” They needed to stay focused. One more attack and he could steer them out of there.

  The headquarters for the Bortan that lined Grok on the other side of the city spread out over the countryside. They were new buildings, built since the original attack of the Bortan and resembling more of their own native architecture than that of Poltar. The construction showed their satisfaction in taking over the planet, assimilating the culture to suit themselves.