Mastered_A Dark Sci-Fi Reverse Harem Romance Page 10

  “I’ve got a few food boxes left, I think,” Ryder said, and I cocked my head to the side in confusion.

  “We’ve got an ample supply of protein capsules, so I’ll just have one of those,” Morgn replied and Aarom and Davon agreed.

  Ryder placed a white box in front of me. It looked like it had a metal sensor at each side and I looked at it with bewilderment. He quickly realized I didn’t know what to do and gently took my hands and placed my palms to either side, on top of the sensors.

  “Think about your favorite food. When you concentrate, it’ll appear inside. It doesn’t take long, so when you’re ready, open the box and prepare to be amazed,” Davon explained enthusiastically beside me. I looked in his direction, and despite the feeling that I should hate them all, at that moment, I knew it wasn’t true. I couldn’t. Especially Davon.

  The look on his face was pure joy. He was so excited to see my reaction. He grinned and urged me onward.

  I closed my eyes.

  There was one thing I’d dreamed about for ages, that I hadn’t had since I was a little girl.

  I remembered what lasagna once tasted like. Lasagna with meat sauce, lots of cheese, and ample pieces of garlic bread. I was so hungry that my stomach growled angrily just at the thought of food.

  Then I began to smell it.

  I rushed to open the lid and was astonished to see a full, decadent-looking plate of an Italian feast. I couldn’t wait to dig in. I reached in and lifted the plate while Ryder moved the box out of the way for me. The four of them paid me no mind as I cut my first bite with just my fork and brought it to my mouth. I moaned with pleasure as an explosion of flavor burst over my tongue.

  I ignored the four of them as they handed out what looked like thick capsules full of God knows what. They didn’t eat anything else. Boring.

  My meal was way better than theirs. That was for sure.

  I ate half the plate before I realized they were watching me. Aarom had a slight smile on his face, as did the others.

  “Is it good?” Ryder asked with amusement.

  “Fucking fantastic,” I mumbled between bites of garlic bread.

  Aarom chuckled and I couldn’t help but smile in his direction.

  When I was finally full, I sat back, pressed my hands to my stomach, and sighed happily.

  “Thank you. That was the best food that I’ve had in years,” I said softly.

  “Good. You’re going to need your strength for tonight then,” Ryder smirked. I glared back at him. His look turned serious then. “Davon, Aarom, you two are up first. Morgn, you’ll get her after.”

  “I’d like to request that I’m the first one to claim her virgin asshole,” Morgn said as he sat back, crossing his arms over his chest in a show of confidence. I stilled, nervous. Aarom and Davon I believed I could handle, but Morgn made me nervous. I had no idea what he would have up his sleeve.

  Aarom nodded, his expression contemplative.

  “Aye aye, boss,” Davon replied, his grin contagious.

  My pussy clenched. My skin suddenly felt warm and clammy.

  “Are you finished then?” Ryder asked, and I couldn’t help but nod. He whisked my plate away and before I knew it, we were heading back toward the smaller flying ship. I hid my hands over top of my pockets, verifying the contents were still inside.

  The trip back to the penthouse was quiet and my nerves seemed to grow tenfold. Thankfully it was quick, and we were back on the terrace before I knew it.

  When we walked inside, I asked to go to the restroom. I needed to clear my head. And hide the prizes in my pocket.

  “Please remove your dress for us. I want you naked when you return. You may remove the plug as well,” Aarom commanded and I nodded.

  “Thank you,” I whispered.

  After I said it, I wanted to kick myself. How could I be so compliant? I didn’t know the answer. I skirted off into the restroom, feeling the heavy glass plug in my ass more than ever. My face was probably beet red with shame too.

  Once I escaped down the hall into the nearest bathroom, I sighed with relief and pressed my back against the door. I locked it slowly, hearing it click quietly in the surrounding silence. I dropped my head to my chest and pulled the paper and bottle of medicine out of my pocket. Looking around, I saw a large linen closet stuffed with luxurious towels.

  I knelt down and slipped my hands between the towels on the very bottom shelf. I hid the papers in between and put the bottle behind the pile of linens. I stood back up and looked around. The bathroom was opulent, full of high-tech toys, marble counters and floors, a tub that looked to be able to hold at least four people at once, and a sauna shower with multiple showerheads.

  Slowly, I untied the dress at the waist and let it fall to the floor. I fiddled with all the buttons on the shower before I finally got a steady stream of water that wasn’t at a temperature that would boil my skin off.

  As I stood there under the water, and robotic arms massaged shampoo, oils, and conditioner into my hair, I breathed a sigh of relief at finally being alone. Soft cloths rubbed up and down my body, soaping up my skin and cleaning all the filth of the past few days’ activities off of me. When that sequence was complete, I leaned forward and reached back, gripping the plug stuffed deep in my ass.

  I pulled it out slowly, whimpering as it stretched me once again. When I finally removed it, I sighed with both disappointment and relief. With it out, I felt kind of empty.

  I bit my lip and leaned against the marble tiled wall. My fingers drifted up to my neck and down to my breasts. My nipples were hard as rocks.

  I heard the door click and my eyes popped open. Davon walked right in and stared in my direction. He grinned. So the fuckers could pick locks then, huh?

  He slid the shower door open and slipped his dark shirt over his head. With just the two of us, I was able to admire him for the very first time, without bonds, belts, or anything else. One on one and my body reacted viscerally to that thought.

  His muscles were hard as rocks. Corded, sculpted, almost like he was carved from stone. His skin flashed different colors, turning from the deep merlot color he typically was to a more humanlike tan tone. From the neck down, he appeared human. His ability to change color like a chameleon was mystifying.

  If I lifted my eyes, the only way I could tell he was a Vakarran were the ram-like horns at each side of his head. His copper-colored eyes bore into mine.

  At that moment, I forgot he was the youngest of my four captors.

  I lifted my chin and his hands dropped to his waist. He kicked off his shoes as he unbuttoned his pants, then he slid them down to the floor before stepping out of them. I forgot to breathe for a long few seconds as I was able to take in his full form, broad, masculine and strong and right now, all mine.

  His cock stood large and erect. It was larger than any human male’s I’d ever seen and a bit thicker too. As I stared at it, I saw it grow a bit wider and longer. I gasped in surprise.

  “I take it humans don’t have such an ability, as to grow their cocks to the size that will best please their partner then?” he whispered seductively.

  All I could do was shake my head.

  He chuckled, and my thighs quivered with anticipation. Water continued to trickle down my torso, the shower stream still flowing. He stepped into the water and I couldn’t tear my eyes away as I watched droplets trickle down his chest, to his abs and then down to his cock. I reached for him, wanting to feel his hard shaft in my fingers. He put his palms to the tile on either side of my head and towered over me. His eyes bored into mine.

  “I’ve been waiting to have you all to myself. It’s been torture,” he whispered.

  Oh, God, I wanted him too. My body pulsed, heavy and hot, wanting him to fuck me, taste me. Hell, I fucking wanted to taste him.

  Out of the four Vakarrans, he was young and inexperienced in war according to how the others treated him, but his cockiness in the bedroom was proving to be my undoing. I wanted him to take me thoug
h. I wanted it rough.

  “What are you going to do to me?” I asked hesitantly.

  “I’m going to fuck you. Good and hard, just like you deserve,” he murmured. My pussy ached, wanting him to take me that very second.

  “And what if I say no,” I countered.

  His lips curved up in an evil smile, just as his eyes darkened seductively.

  “Then I’ll take you anyway and by the time I’ve begun to tease you, you’ll be begging for it,” he whispered.

  My nipples tightened so much that they hurt at his words.

  Holy fuck. My clit was already pleading for his touch. One of his hands drifted around my left ear, dragging down to caress my throat, my collarbone, and my breast, before he took my nipple into his grasp. He pinched it hard.

  I yelped, but I didn’t want him to stop. I wanted to see what he would do next.

  He pulled on my left nipple, dragging my body toward him without mercy. If I drew away in the slightest bit, he pinched my pink bud even harder. I squealed in pain, but eventually acquiesced to his demand. Despite his inexperience on the battlefield, he was having no problem taking command of my body right now and I loved him for it.

  His foot kicked my feet apart, and he pressed his shaft up against my wet pussy. He slid up and down with ease, teasing my clit and my body blazed hot with desire then. Davon angled his head and kissed me, demanding my submission. He dragged his teeth along my bottom lip and I moaned softly.

  His other hand captured my right nipple and he squeezed both hard. I yelped in surprise. He released them then and pain radiated outward as the blood raced back to my hard little buds and he grinned with pleasure at hearing me cry out. Quickly, he grasped my shoulder and whipped me around, forcing me to bend at the waist. My cheek pressed to the tile, I couldn’t fight it. I couldn’t fight him. I didn’t really want to either.

  He started spanking me then, hard and unmercifully, igniting the soreness from my punishment this morning. Once my ass was sufficiently on fire, I felt the head of his cock press against my entrance.

  Without asking, he took. He slammed into me hard and fucked me. I whimpered. I cried. I moaned as his cock stretched me wide. My limbs shook, my pussy ached with pleasure and my clit throbbed with the desire for more.

  Fuck.

  This was good sex.

  His hips slammed into mine and I had to put my own palms to the tile to steady myself. My cunt clenched down hard, gripping his cock as I pushed back toward him, begging him with my body to take me harder, deeper. More. I wanted more.

  My breasts pressed against the tile and I drew one hand away from the wall to the place in between my legs that ached for more. I circled my clit and he growled in my ear.

  “That’s right, little human. Touch yourself. Make yourself come all over my cock.”

  My eyes rolled back. My back arched, and my thighs shook.

  Pleasure built up within me, a rising tide of desire that was impossible to even fathom fighting back.

  I rubbed my clit, pressed down harder, and circled it.

  Davon fucked me even harder then, taking what he wanted without remorse. My legs began to tremble and before I knew it, my release took hold.

  I screamed with it. I moaned.

  He gripped both sides of my hips and fucked me so hard that I’d probably have fallen over if he wasn’t holding me. My pussy spasmed around his cock and I heard him groan behind me. White-hot pleasure took a hold of me without mercy, every muscle in my body humming with it. I loved every last second of it.

  His cock seemed to vibrate inside of me before I felt his seed spurt within me.

  I came again as he pulled me to him, my back to his chest as he wrapped his arms around me. I shuddered against him, as he kissed my shoulder, my neck, and my earlobe. I shivered with pulsing ecstasy.

  Gently, he pulled away from me and I heard another voice in the room.

  It was Aarom.

  “Well that was ridiculously hot to watch,” Aarom murmured, and I blushed hard with shame, just as unexpected surge of passionate need rose within me.

  “I don’t know what to say,” I whispered, my voice still husky with my arousal.

  “Come, rinse and get out of the shower. I want you on your knees,” Aarom demanded.

  I shivered. I raised my eyes to meet his. I wanted to defy him.

  “You’ll call me Master. If you fail to obey me, you’ll only get another dose of the belt. Or, perhaps I’ll take a strap to that delightful ass of yours, just to see how you react,” he explained.

  I was weak with desire. With every word of warning he spoke, my body heated feverishly. But I wanted to fight. I wasn’t this weak damsel who fell to my knees at the sight of a cock. Was I?

  I’d just been fucked hard by Davon and now Aarom was here to continue my training. They were both huge men, much stronger than me. What choice did I have?

  “Remember, Alaina, you’re to be trained. It would be best if you obeyed. It’s for your own protection. I understand it’s hard, but it’s something you must do. Obey me, and I’ll make sure you find your pleasure. Understand?” he explained after a moment, his expression softening.

  I shuffled out of the shower onto the soft bath mats on the tiled floor.

  I hesitated for a moment. Deciding what I needed to do.

  Could I fall to my knees and obey just because he demanded it?

  Aarom shook his head.

  “I understand. Davon, make sure she stays. I’m going to go get the strap. Clearly, she needs to be punished in order to learn her place,” he said, and I shook. My bottom clenched nervously.

  Davon exited the shower and took my hand.

  “If you’d just obeyed, you wouldn’t be getting your ass whipped right now,” he whispered with disappointment.

  “I can’t. It’s not in my nature,” I answered.

  Aarom entered the bathroom again, this time with a long thin piece of leather. It looked mean. I balked but Davon forced me to bend over the bathroom counter.

  “When you’re ready to get on your knees for your masters, you tell us. Until then, I’m going to paint this disobedient ass of yours red,” Aarom replied.

  I knew what he was doing. As much as he sounded cruel and demanding, he was more understanding than the rest of them put together. Even before I had answered, he’d given me an out. Allowed me to obey or be punished and forced to obey.

  In my head, it allowed me to accept what was currently happening.

  To accept my captivity. Maybe even enjoy it a little.

  Davon held me down, but his grip was soft. I didn’t fight him. I needed to feel the lick to the strap in order to obey. To call them my masters.

  Aarom paused, his hand running down my wet hair and down my spine. His thumb circled the small of my back and I relaxed.

  “When you’re ready, you know how to address us. If you call us your masters, I will stop whipping you. Is that clear?” he whispered, close to my ear. I relaxed even more.

  “Yes,” I whispered.

  The strap licked across my ass for the first time and I cried out in shock. The leather strap was thinner than Ryder’s belt and the line of fire that burned across my cheeks was that much more overwhelming. My fingers clenched into fists as one lash fell and then another, painting the entirety of my ass and down my thighs.

  The sting was intense and biting, especially when he turned his attentions to my thighs. Despite all this, my pussy burned with need.

  Pain molded into pleasure then as I descended into it. I allowed the punishment to consume me. Aarom paused then, delving his hand in between my thighs. His fingers slid up and down my slick folds.

  He slapped me once there, hard and I shuddered with pleasure.

  “Such a disobedient human. Ignoring the command of her Vakarran masters,” Davon whispered into my ear.

  The strap licked across my ass three times in quick succession and I cried out, squeezing my eyes tight together as the sting washed over me. My cheeks were
on fire.

  “Are you ready to get on your knees and suck your master’s cock?” Aarom demanded.

  Fuck.

  Yes. I wanted to.

  I bit my lip hard and nodded into the counter.

  The strap whipped my thighs then, hard.

  “Say it, Alaina. Now,” Aarom demanded, making a point to strike with every last word.

  “Yes, Master. I’m ready,” I whispered, my ass on fire from the strap.

  Davon released me then and I slid down slowly. Aarom caught my arm and helped me descend so I didn’t hurt myself in my rush to obey.

  He cupped my face in his hands and drew my lips to his. He kissed me gently, but it made my blood boil even hotter.

  His eyes studied mine, searching, analyzing and I allowed myself to smile gently in return. I watched as his skin tone changed from purple to the more human color, just like Davon’s had done. I was appreciative of them both for doing that for me, allowing me to feel like I was captive more to two human men rather than Vakarrans.

  I knew they were aliens. That was more than clear, but right now? I could at least pretend a little bit that they weren’t.

  Aarom released my face, stood up tall, and dropped the strap to the floor beside me. I reached out and touched it, feeling the soft leather hide in my fingers.

  I heard Aarom unbuckle his pants and push them down a bit, revealing his cock to my view. I licked my lips.

  It was hard as iron for me. Its bulbous head bobbed in my direction and a tiny drop of pre-cum rolled down from the slit at the top. Hard ridges and veins pulsed down the sides and I suddenly yearned to touch him, savor him, make him shake with pleasure.

  Was that so wrong?

  I wondered then what alien cock would even taste like.

  I edged forward and lifted my eyes to meet his.

  “Open your mouth,” he murmured softly, and I obeyed.

  He pressed his cock onto my tongue and I stuck it out a bit further. I moved forward just a little and laid my palms on his thighs. His hips pumped forward, and I wasn’t quite prepared for it, so I gagged a little at his unexpected girth.