Her Alien Masters (5 page)

Full. She’d never felt so terribly full. Her heart beat faster. Sweat bathed her body and Antonio’s beneath her. While she sucked his hard cock, she felt Romulus sliding his huge organ farther up her ass with every stroke. The vibrator hummed in her cunt. For a few short moments she savored the sensation of fullness before it burst, sending wave after wave of ecstasy through her nerves, into her lovers’ bodies. When they came, as if in unison, they triggered her climax anew.

* * * * *

Sequestered in his office the following day while his mate explored his house and Antonio sulked in the bedchamber, Romulus considered how best to deal with his newly discovered possessive streak, his unnaturally unsubmissive mate and his life companion, whose submissiveness seemed to be going the way of Garnet’s.

I have to find Antonio a plaything, for those times when I want Garnet to myself.
Romulus didn’t come to that conclusion lightly, but after long soul searching. His new mate had captivated him. He had to admit that. Still he loved his life companion and wanted to keep him happy. Staring out the window, Romulus considered options limited by the fact that he’d kept Antonio sequestered in his private chambers since they’d been living on Obsidion.

By late afternoon when one of the eunuch slaves delivered the edict that had just arrived from Crown Prince Arik, Romulus had already worked himself into a fit of ill temper.

“What the fuck?”

His dilemma with his mate and Antonio instantly forgotten, Romulus stared at the document. The very official-looking edict had been delivered on paper, not via the communicator that transmitted every official order on Obsidion. “Maybe it isn’t real.” His hope raised, Romulus flipped on the device at the corner of his desk.

And read the same order there.

His head felt heavy, too heavy to hold up, so he rested it on his outstretched hands.
I’ll be ruined. My mate will desert me. I’ll be—

He read the edict again, first on the communicator and then on the paper that bore Prince Arik’s official seal. What the fuck was Arik thinking? Surely he’d taken some exotic hallucinogen!

There was to be no more making or importing eunuch sex slaves? Obsidions must offer the existing ones their freedom? How did the prince think Obsidion could keep its reputation as the premier pleasure planet of the galaxy if its rulers were going to restrict the supply of merchandise?

Then Romulus remembered. He now had a connection with the badly disfigured prince, whose mate was Garnet’s older sister. From all Romulus had heard, Prince Arik doted on Emerald and their newborn son. Perhaps not all was lost.

* * * * *

“You want me to do what?” Garnet sounded as though she’d been asked to commit murder that night as they shared an evening meal in their suite.

Romulus lifted her hand to his lips, spoke softly. “I want you to talk to your sister. Ask her to help make Prince Arik realize this insane new rule of his will kill business. If he allows it to take effect, fewer tourists will flock to Obsidion to take their pleasure. More specifically, my greedy mate, tourists won’t keep flocking in droves to my emporiums—the ones you’re counting on to keep you in jewels and rare treats like the ones you’re eating now.”

Garnet glanced down at the large, buttery lobster on her golden plate, a rare and succulent delicacy Romulus had ordered from a fishmonger on Earth—the only place in the galaxy where the crustaceans seemed able to grow—and had imported in a special tank of Earth’s salt water. “I will do what I can, but only if you will do something for me.”

Romulus bit back a reminder that he was Garnet’s Master as well as her mate, by the laws of her own planet. “You know, my pet, your wish is my command.”

Antonio chuckled from his spot on a chaise lounge near the window, refreshing Romulus’ mind about the personal dilemma he must resolve. The odious edict from Obsidion’s rulers had distracted him from his task of crafting a resolution.

The gods only knew what Romulus was to do with his suddenly assertive slave. He started to bark out an anatomically impossible command but held back the words. “Antonio, you may leave us.”

“Gladly, Master, but where am I to go?”

Antonio had a point, although Romulus was in no mood to be reasonable. Still, because he’d kept Antonio in his quarters at his constant beck and call, Antonio undoubtedly had no idea what he might do once he walked through the door and left the private suite. Romulus was in no mood to begin educating him now. “You cannot leave. Go in the sitting room and do not return until I call for you.”

After Antonio had left, Garnet looked up from her nearly empty plate. If looks could have killed, Romulus would have breathed his last. “You’ve kept your life companion confined for how long?” she asked, her tone venomous.

“Since we’ve lived here. Almost eight years. I’m certain you’re aware cloning is not allowed on Obsidion, and though Antonio is not a clone, some people might assume he is. It is not your concern.” Hoping to disarm her, Romulus took Garnet’s hand and brought it to his lips. “Did you not say you wished you didn’t have to share me?”

“That was before…” Her words trailed off, and a dreamy look came into her large brown eyes. “Before I realized what a wealth of sensation you offered me when you brought Antonio to our bed.”

“Humpf.” This wasn’t going at all the way Romulus had planned. “You need no one but me.”
And for the moment I need no one but you.
“Come, let’s bathe each other.”

After dragging her into the marble shower stall and soaping them both with sweet-smelling body wash, he slid to his knees and spread Garnet’s legs. Gods but she was already hot. Her rigid little clit seemed to strain toward his teeth and tongue the moment he lowered his head and began to taste her honey.

She felt so slick. Clean, yet wet with anticipation. He loved the way her inner muscles contracted around his fingers when he inserted them into her wet heat. Sex with Antonio was satisfying, but it had never been quite so incredible. Blood slammed into his cock so fast it made him feel dizzy.

Romulus realized now how easily Garnet could control him. He also knew that if he valued peace in his household, he could never let her become aware of the power she held in her small, soft hands. He rose, rejecting the sense of urgency to fuck her, accepting that to control her, he first must control himself.

“We will continue this discussion in bed.” He pulled Garnet from the shower, wrapped her in a towel and scooped her up in his arms. Once he’d placed her across the ruby-red coverlet he guessed she must have used to replace the black one that had been on the bed last night, he followed her down, straddling her face and feeding her his eager cock.

Gods but her mouth felt good. Too good for him to let her use it on any cock but his own, at least for now. When he bent over her firm, shapely body to taste her honey again, he realized he’d temporarily slammed the door on Antonio. Surprisingly, he didn’t care. The Aurelonian people were wrong—dead wrong—to believe sex only felt good when shared by a man and his life companion.

When Romulus sipped the lush, slick honey from Garnet’s cunt, he knew he’d found the finest nectar of sensual delight.

After she had sucked him dry and he’d done the same for her, Romulus held her, cradling her beautiful head against his chest. He never felt quite so complete after coming in Antonio, though he knew he’d miss the expression of his life companion’s unquestioning love.

Even the knowledge that Garnet had mated with him for his wealth did little to weaken the bond forming between them.
Wealth.
Implementing Prince Arik’s new law would do nothing to enhance Romulus’ financial position, especially when word spread around the galaxy that Obsidion no longer possessed the finest of eunuch sex slaves to pleasure tourists.

Romulus sat up abruptly, dragging Garnet with him. He held her so close that their nipple rings brushed against each other. “What the fuck are the eunuchs who’re already here to do if the rulers take away their way of making a living?”

What will Antonio do now if I have no further need for his sexual services?

“Antonio, come to me now,” he shouted loud enough to be heard through the heavy door.

Garnet raised her head and looked at Romulus, a puzzled expression on her gorgeous face.

Before Romulus could respond to her unasked question, Antonio burst into the room. “I am here, as you commanded, Master. What would you have me do?”

Romulus stared at his slave. “You’re not a eunuch, but your tastes run more to me than to my mate. Am I right?”

“Yes, Master, but I must say the lady Garnet stirs me as I never believed a woman could.”

“I have decided I don’t wish to share my mate on a full-time basis. Would you like it if I got you a sexbot?”

Antonio laughed. “I’d prefer being fucked by one of the pretty eunuchs you sell in the emporiums, if you’re telling me you no longer have a need for me. I prefer a passive role, so I doubt I’d get much pleasure from a bot.” He shot a wistful look at Garnet’s rounded ass. “She is a beauty. She has possessed you, as I feared she would.”

Garnet stretched, her motion so seductive Romulus’ cock stood at attention even though he’d come mere moments earlier.

“Have I possessed you, Master?”

“I fear you have.” He sighed, mentally accepting that he couldn’t hold her at arm’s length. “Now be silent while I attend to business.”

She clutched his forearms, as though to let him know she intended to be heard. “Tell me, what is this about this new law that has you so upset, and what could it possibly have to do with you losing your livelihood?”

“Ask your sister’s mate. The prince has issued an edict that stands to ruin all of us who make our living in the Street of Pleasure.” Romulus stalked across the room and grabbed the document that was causing him so much distress from a table near the door. He tossed it Garnet’s way. “Here, read it for yourself. Now I must think of something more immediately pressing. What do I do with Antonio, now that you’ve stolen the lust I once felt only for him?”

“Why not give him his choice among the thousands of sex slaves you possess? It seems unfair that you’ve kept him locked away all these years, serving your needs without regard to his own.” Garnet glanced at the royal edict, but without the degree of obvious concern Romulus had expected her to display.

Actually, her suggestion made sense. He turned to Antonio. “My mate is right. Tonight I will take you to my finest emporium. To prevent speculation about the strong resemblance between us, I’ll introduce you as my younger brother, newly arrived from Aurelion to help me celebrate my mating. You may amuse yourself by managing the daily slave auctions, and you may choose a eunuch or two who please you and reserve them for yourself. Choose quickly, for if this new law takes effect there will be no more eunuchs made or imported. There may even be a mass exodus of the ones now working as sex slaves, since their owners must offer them their freedom, unless I’m able to persuade Prince Arik of his folly in establishing this new law.”

“But…you cannot mean to toss me away.”

Romulus raised his hand, cutting off Antonio’s protest. “Of course not. You will always be my life companion. We simply won’t be constant bedmates.”

“But Master—”

“I will hear no argument from you. Take another suite within this house and choose servants to take care of your rooms and belongings. Garnet will supervise the servants here.”

“You are sure, Master?”

“Positive. Tomorrow I will go with my mate to plead my case before her sister and our crown prince. Tonight I want you to go to one of the emporiums, introduce yourself as my brother and choose a mate of your own.”

Chapter Three

Would Antonio find a soul mate? Would he be happy?

Romulus had left early to take care of some details at one of his emporiums. Garnet lay fiddling with the bedcovers, recalling with a little regret the brief interlude she’d shared with Romulus and his slave—or rather his brother, she must remember to say in public.

Part of her wished they could have continued the ménage, while her heart told her it was only Romulus with whom she wanted to share this bed. She stretched out, pleasantly sore from the attention he’d bestowed on her earlier along with a magnificent cask of jewels and a dozen fine silk robes for her to wear whenever she ventured outside their quarters.

How many times she’d dreamed of wallowing in precious gems, flaunting her mate’s wealth before friends and strangers, basking in their envy. Now those things didn’t matter so much, for the real treasure she’d gained was Romulus himself and not the beautiful gifts he might provide her.

Her mate should be back soon, because they both must dress for their meeting with Arik. Garnet rose and rummaged through his closet, shaking her head at the few garments possessed by one so rich. Not having much choice, she selected a black velvet cloak lined with gold silk.

“That will go well with the black gown I chose for you.”

Garnet whirled around at the sound of her mate’s deep voice. He held an elaborate jeweled headdress. “I thought this might make up for the loss of your hair,” he said, a smile on his sensual lips.

“Oh, Master, I love it.” The headdress was gorgeous—exquisitely crafted of gold filigree studded with sparkling diamonds, rubies and emeralds. Then she sobered. “You shouldn’t have bought it, though, when you know your business soon may begin to suffer.”

Romulus set down the exquisite piece and bent to kiss her naked scalp. “I love the way it looks on you. When we come back I want you to wear it while you suck my cock. Now we need to hurry, for it won’t do to keep a crown prince waiting.”

As though he were her servant, Romulus draped her in the jewels he’d provided—nipple shields, an elaborate navel ring and a diamond-encrusted hoop he dangled from her clit piercing. He adjusted the headdress on her head and inserted a large diamond stud in the piercing in her nostril. She loved the jewels. But she loved more the fact that Romulus said he loved
her
.