CodenameAutumn (5 page)

“When I return you to the embassy in the morning two things
will need to happen. I will need to publicly stake my claim on you, and you
will need to use the power of my protection to take control of the embassy.”

There was only one way to “stake a claim” on a pleasure
giver. “How far will we need to take it to convince them it’s real?”

His gaze turned possessive and hot. “It is real, Autumn. As
soon as my body flared in response to our passion, you became mine.”

She lightly touched his chest, remembering the vivid blue
pattern. His possessiveness should frighten her, intimidate her at least. But
she felt soothing affirmation and a hunger to know more. “How long will I
remain…yours?”

His fingers tangled in her hair and he leaned down, brushing
his lips against her cheek as he asked, “Do you really want to know the answer
to that question?”

“Probably not.”

He deftly flicked open the buttons on her shirt with one
hand while he held her hair with the other. “As my woman, no other will dare
touch you. You will know security and power.” He pulled the shirt off her
shoulders and it slid down her arms, leaving her naked before him. “In return I
expect obedience in all things. Do you willingly agree?”

The alternatives were far worse than blind obedience.
Besides, she’d seen too much of his true nature to fear him now. “Yes.”

“Yes Sir,” he prompted.

She met his gaze and echoed, “Yes Sir.”

He released her hair and lowered his arms to his sides.
“Then pleasure me with your mouth. We will seal our agreement with your first
act of obedience.”

Without hesitation, she sank to her knees and reached for
the waistband of his pants. Longing curled through her, reigniting her senses.
Rather than accentuating her vulnerability, nakedness freed her to express
herself as she had never dared before.

She freed the fasteners then pushed his pants down, pausing
to enjoy the appeal of his strong thighs and lean hips. Thick and hard, his
cock rose along his belly, the balls smooth and dusky below. She cradled his
sac in one hand, savoring the heavy feel and unexpected softness. His cock
twitched, drawing her attention to the wide blue cap and the bead of moisture
forming at the very tip.

Grasping his shaft with her free hand, she angled him toward
her mouth and captured the moisture with a slow swipe of her tongue. He pushed
his hands back into her hair, but he didn’t draw her nearer.

He wanted her to do this on her own, to pleasure him as a
sign of surrender. She swirled her tongue, amazed at the heat and the velvety
feel of his skin. Potent and unique, his taste beckoned her onward.

Each discovery made her bolder, ready for more. She took him
deeper into her mouth. He slid against her lips and she sucked with slow, deep
pulls. She wanted more of him, more from him, needed him to surrender control.

She moved her hands to his hips as she bobbed her head. His
cock bumped the back of her throat with each stroke. He shifted his weight,
rocking with her, moving faster within the circle of her lips.

Tilting her head back, she took him deeper and looked up the
length of his body. His head was thrown back, eyes tightly shut, features tense
with passion’s struggle. He was passive, open, accepting the pleasure she gave.
She tightened her lips and sucked harder, thrilled by her newfound power.

He bared his teeth and tightened his fingers then shoved to
the back of her mouth. A harsh cry escaped him and his seed splashed into her
throat as he came in powerful spasms.

She licked and swallowed, sucking gently until the last
tremor passed. He released her hair and pressed his hand against the side of
her face as he pulled out of her mouth.

“Perfect,” he whispered. “You are perfect.”

Warmed by his praise, she remained on her knees, a vague
ache pulsing between her thighs.

With slow, measured movements, he stripped away his clothes
then pulled her to her feet. “I’ll be the first to admit that feels amazing,
but I like it better when we come together.”

He motioned her toward the bed and they lay on their sides,
her back pressed against his front. His hands slid over her body, caressing her
breasts, belly and thighs. Then he lifted her top leg and angled her back so
she rested almost on top of him and less on her side.

His cock nudged her folds and she gasped. How had he
hardened again so quickly? Hooking her ankle over his knee, he freed his hand
for more intimate endeavors. He traced her slit with his cock head, pausing to
rub against her clit at the top of each teasing stroke.

“Please. No teasing. I ache too badly.” Tremulous and
needful, her voice was barely recognizable.

“For what do you ache?” Positioning himself at her entrance,
he moved his fingers to her clit. “Tell me exactly what you want.”

“Your cock deep inside me. Please, fuck me now.”

With one arm wrapped around her waist and his free hand
stroking her clit, he thrust into her snug pussy and gave her exactly what she
wanted.

Chapter Five

Autumn’s heart thudded in her chest as she approached the
central embassy, Ra’jen at her side. They’d spent the night exploring each
other and she’d slept snuggled against his side. He’d warned her again before
they left the base that he would need to be harsh and commanding. Controlling
others through fear kept actual violence to a minimum.

Dressed in his sleek gray-blue armor with his hair bound in
a queue, he looked hard and deadly, far different from the tender lover who had
awakened her with lingering kisses and gentle caresses.

Located just off the mall in Washington DC, the embassy had
once been an art museum. With stately columns and marble floors, the Greek
revival architecture added a sense of culture to the world’s oldest profession.

Excitement rippled through the occupants as Autumn and
Ra’jen were escorted into the main common room. Autumn spotted Rebecca and
Celinna immediately as well as at least a dozen of the ambassadors. Ra’jen
wrapped his arm around her waist, his hand dipping low on her hip. She was
dressed in black pants and another of his dress shirts. She’d tied the
shirttails around her waist so the outfit didn’t appear so oversized.

“Where is Belietta?” she asked the room at large.

Her phrasing was met with speculative murmurs. Belietta
insisted on being called Mistress. Only Celinna used her given name.

“She hasn’t come down yet,” Celinna volunteered. “I’ll let
her know you’ve returned.”

Rebecca eyed her with open hostility before her gaze shifted
to Ra’jen and stuck. The reaction was repeated by everyone in the room. The
armored general was far more interesting than their wayward coworker.

Celinna hurried down the staircase and smiled at Ra’jen.
“She’ll be right down.”

“Good,” he replied. “My time is valuable.”

“Of course it is. If Autumn had warned us of your visit, we
would have been prepared.”

“Autumn was unaware of my plans, and you should be prepared
to receive VIPs at any time. You are here for the pleasure of my men whenever
they might need you, night or day.”

“I apologize for the oversight, Sir. It will not happen
again.”

“I know it won’t.” He flashed an enigmatic smile that made
Autumn’s insides quiver, and she wasn’t the only one affected by him. She heard
giggles to her right, and Celinna was blushing like a schoolgirl.

Belietta rushed down the wide staircase, dressing gown
billowing out behind her. Without benefit of makeup and styled hair, she looked
even older than her fifty-four years. Autumn wasn’t looking forward to this
confrontation, but it was essential if she was to claim her new place in the
embassy.

Flustered and annoyed, Belietta started to extend her hand
then chose a stiff bow instead. “I apologize for making you wait, General
Noirte. How can I be of assistance?”

“My woman was savagely beaten at the hands of one of your
whores. I would like to know what action was taken.”

“Your w-woman?” She manufactured a smile and motioned toward
Autumn. “Are you referring to our whipping girl?”

He stepped forward with a menacing glare. “Autumn is my
woman, and she will be afforded all the respect and deference due that
position. Am I clear?”

“Absolutely.” Belietta straightened her shoulders and
tightened her belt. “From this moment forth, Autumn shall have anything she
wants.”

“Yes, she will. That’s why I’ve left your fate in her hands.
But that doesn’t answer my question. What happened to the bitch who whipped her
until her back was bloodied and bruised?”

“She was reprimanded.” Belietta’s voice was suddenly thin
and shaky.

“Verbally?”

“Yes.”

“And that’s all?”

“Tell me what you want done, and I’ll see to it.”

“There is no need. Autumn will make that decision as well.”
He waved Belietta away and turned to Autumn. “I must leave. Kiss me goodbye.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck and parted her lips for
his tongue. Frustrated by the armor separating them, she kissed him with more
passion than she’d intended, boldly rubbing herself against his thigh.

“God, woman, you’ve bewitched me!” He ripped the front of
her shirt open and bent her over his arm, sucking her breasts with noisy gusto.
She gasped and wiggled, clasping the back of his head. “I can’t get enough of
you.”

He suddenly turned her toward the back of a nearby sofa and
bent her over the high cushions. “Wait, love.” She struggled a little, wishing
there were another way. “Let’s go to my room.” She twisted so she could see
what he was doing. How was he going to take her dressed in armor?

“No time.” He frantically unbuckled the section of his armor
covering his crotch and dropped the alloy cup to the floor. Then he opened the
front of his pants and freed his erection. “I need that hot, wet pussy right
now.”

He turned her back around, unfastened her pants and
unceremoniously tugged them down around her knees. Pulse pounding in her ears,
Autumn bent forward, contouring her body to the arch of the couch. His thigh
plates felt cool and strange against her bare behind, but the thick thrust of
his cock was blissfully familiar. He grasped her hips and pulled her higher,
onto the balls of her feet. Her sharp cry didn’t need to be faked. His hot
shaft stretched her inner muscles, driving deeper and deeper until he had no more
to give.

“So fucking tight.” He groaned loudly. Then to her surprise,
he slipped his hand between her body and the couch, lightly cupping her mound.
“Come for me. I love the way you squeeze me when you come.”

His fingers parted and searched, finding her clit. She’d
expected a quick show for the benefit of the others, undeniable proof that she
was his. Instead, he rubbed her with focused determination, and her body
surrendered to his demand. Warm cream bathed his cock and sensations swirled
through her pussy, following the circular motion of his finger.

“Don’t be shy,” he reminded her. “Let me hear how much you
want this.”

She tossed her head and pushed back against him, making more
room for his hand. “Yes! Right there. Oh God that feels good.” He pulled back
then slid deep. His languid movements drew another cry from her throat.
“Please, fuck me hard.”

“Come now if you want it hard.”

She closed her eyes, blocking out the fascinated stares and
envious gazes watching their every move. It was just Ra’jen touching her,
making her senses sing. Her inner muscles tightened and the sensations wound.
Then he squeezed her clit and she screamed his name, coming hard around his
thrusting cock.

His hand moved back to her hip and he adjusted the angle of
her body, allowing him to shuttle smoothly in and out. She cried out with each
thrust, lost to everything but Ra’jen.

He pulled her feet off the floor and buried himself inside
her, releasing his seed with a strangled cry. His armor rattled as the spasms
shuddered through him. He held her for a long, silent moment. Everyone in the
room seemed afraid to breathe. Then he slowly withdrew and tucked his cock away
as if this happened every day.

Turning her to face him, he kissed her deeply and his hand
slipped between her thighs. “I want my scent on you when I return.” He coated
her nipples with his come, his gaze burning into hers. “You are mine. Never
forget it.”

She touched his face and smiled, unashamed of her disheveled
appearance. “I miss you already.”

He pulled her pants up and closed her shirt over her breasts.
She picked up the alloy cup and buckled it back into place. Then they paused
for one final kiss before he turned and walked away. Tingling with aftershocks,
she watched him leave the embassy.

“How the hell did you accomplish that in one night?”
Belietta demanded with equal parts anger and awe.

Tying the shirttails at her waist, Autumn smoothed down her
hair before she turned to confront her ex-madam. “Ra’jen said you would be too
dangerous to leave alive, but I’m going to risk it.”

“Ra’jen? He lets you call him by his given name?” Celinna
stayed a step back from the madam as they advanced across the room.

“And what have you decided instead?” Belietta asked with
obvious dread.

Autumn had expected a power struggle, at least some
sarcastic repartee. “The southeast embassy is the least profitable. I’m having
you transferred there to see if you can turn things around.”

Belietta gasped, hands planted on her hips. “That’s an
impossible task. The refineries around the embassy are played out. The only
customers they get are offshore workers who venture inland on leave.”

“I have confidence in your abilities. The embassy will turn
a profit within a year, or I’ll reconsider General Noirte’s recommendation.”

“Autumn, please. I’ve been fair with you. I allowed you to
ease into this life and I never—”

“Threatened to withhold the compound if I failed to seduce
the most powerful man in the Protectorate? A man who made no secret about his
disdain for pleasure ambassadors? Sounds rather like an impossible task to me.”

“Give me the West Coast. I’ll make so much money for you—”

“I’ve made my decision. A transport is waiting outside. Pack
what you need for a day or two, and I’ll have the rest boxed up and delivered.”

“Autumn—”

“That’s Mistress Autumn to you. Now get out of my sight!”
Motivated by two embassy guards, the madam rushed back up the stairs, and
Autumn turned her attention to Rebecca. “Come here.”

The ambassador ran across the room and threw herself at
Autumn’s feet. “Please, Mistress. I am so sorry. I was jealous and petty and—”

“You’re going with Belietta. You better hurry. If they leave
without you, I’ll let Ra’jen deal with you when he returns.”

Easily seeing the wisdom of Autumn’s choice, Rebecca darted
up the stairs after the madam. Autumn looked around the room. The others
watched her with a mixture of fear and hope. Belietta had been selfish and entirely
focused on the profit margin. Maybe Autumn could develop new policies that
would focus more on the safety and well-being of her girls. Her girls? This was
all happening so fast.

“Mistress Autumn?”

She looked at Celinna, deciding she liked the sound of the
title. “Yes?”

“I would very much like to stay. I will serve you faithfully
as I did…” Apparently she decided any mention of Belietta was counterproductive
to her cause.

“I have no quarrel with you, Celinna. You’re a patient and
talented trainer. I will need your assistance in the coming days.”

“Thank you, Mistress.”

It was imperative that Autumn surround herself with people
she could trust. Loyalty would be nurtured and rewarded while the slightest
betrayal would be met with harsh consequences. She was setting precedence here
today.

“Would you like Belietta’s room?” she asked the trainer. “I
prefer to keep mine.”

Celinna’s gaze widened and she nodded. “I would like that
very much.”

“Then come to the office once they’ve gone. I’m going to
audit the records.”

“Of course, Mistress. Is there anything else I can do for
you?”

Giddy with pleasure and triumph, Autumn embraced her new
role. “Coffee would be wonderful, lots of cream, no sugar.”

* * * * *

“We’ve got to stop meeting like this.” Ulrick Brant sauntered
into Ra’jen’s office and sat in one of two chairs situated in front of the
general’s desk.

“Thanks for responding to my request. I really didn’t want
this conversation to go out over a com-link.” Deactivating his display, Ra’jen
gave his full attention to his visitor.

“Don’t trust your own security?”

“I don’t trust anyone.” Ra’jen pushed his chair back from
the desk and stood. “Would you like a drink?” He motioned toward the wet bar on
the far side of his spacious office. The complex had once belonged to a media
mogul, so many of the offices contained luxuries incongruous with a military
facility.

“I’m on duty.” Brant grinned. “For that matter, so are you.”

Ra’jen crossed to the bar and pulled an ice tray out of the
small refrigeration unit. He dropped several ice cubes into a glass then filled
it with water. “What percentage of your workforce is female?”

“Maybe half of one percent. Why?”

“Are they given separate accommodation? Who is responsible
for their protection?” He moved back toward his desk but leaned against the
front rather than returning to his chair.

“Each plant is different. Some don’t have onsite
accommodations for the workers. Those that do are basically self-policed. The
strongest make the rules and force the others to obey. We’ve tried implementing
formal structure but it always compromises productivity. Law of the jungle
seems to work best, so I leave well enough alone.”

“How are infractions reported if these places are
‘self-policed’?”

Brant crossed his legs, impatience hardening his friendly
expression. “Cut the bullshit, Noirte. What’s stuck in your craw this time?”

“Rape. Are your female workers being gang raped on a regular
basis?”

His forehead wrinkled and genuine disgust filled his gaze.
“Of course not. Females are quickly claimed by the strongest male, and it’s his
responsibility to protect her. She’s free to seek a new protector at any time.
If women are being raped, I’m certainly not hearing about it.”

“Which doesn’t mean it’s not happening.” Ra’jen set his
glass down and narrowed his gaze on Brant’s face. “According to my source, it’s
a much bigger problem than you know.”

“Who’s your source? I’d like specific names and locations.”

“Just check into it. My source gains nothing by making the
accusation.”

Brant’s brows arched and he uncrossed his legs. “Then why
won’t you let me speak with them?”

“Because it’s not necessary. I found the report disturbing,
but this doesn’t fall within my jurisdiction.”