Taken (9 page)

With one last thrust, she felt her sex convulse as her climax shattered her.

"Lyz, I can't wait any longer." She felt him explode, and his seed filled her.

But her body was not nearly done. There was a frenzy of pulsing, shuddering spasms that rocked her over and over. He had her pinned to the bed as his orgasm finished but she writhed under him for several minutes until with a sigh, she lay entirely still.

She felt relaxed. She wondered if she had ever felt this good before.

"Was that it?" she whispered.

"That, my dear Lyzzie, was most definitely it," he said.

When Lyzette awoke, she stretched luxuriously and opened her eyes to see Mikael watching her. She immediately felt embarrassed and pulled the sheet up over her breasts.

He didn't say anything, but pulled her closer to him and kissed her again. She melted under his attentions. When he stopped, she smiled shyly up at him.

"You have it, I guess," she said.

"What are you talking about?"

"My jewel," she whispered. "My mother told me not to give it to someone special."

She looked up and met his eyes.

"I guess I gave it to you."

He looked at her thoughtfully.

"Are you sorry, Lyz?" he said. "Is there someone back home you would rather have given it to?"

She shook her head.

"No one. I'm glad it was you," she said.

"You enjoyed it?" he said, a smile playing around his lips.

"I did," she whispered into his chest.

"Do you think you might want to do it again?"

"I think I will want to do it again. Over and over," she said.

He laughed and looked at her like she was the most amazing creature he had ever seen. No one had ever looked at her like that. Her mother had only looked at her in disgust or disappointment. Men had only looked at her with lust.

But Mikael made her feel like she was something special, and she liked it.

"Are you sticky, Lyzzie? Do you want to have a shower?"

"Yes," she said and got up to go to the bathroom. She was surprised when he followed her.

"I'm sticky too," he said.

His thing looked different. "Is something wrong with it?".

"No, Lyzette. That's what happens. It doesn't stay up all the time."

"Oh."

"Just when I'm interested in sex."

Lyzette went into the large shower stall and turned the water on hot. He followed and stood behind her so that her back was facing him. Soon the double heads were spraying them simultaneously. She picked up the bar of soap, but Mikael took it from her. She turned her head, raising her eyebrows.

"What are you doing?" she said.

"Washing you," he said, sliding the bar of soap down her back and over her butt. "I'd think that was obvious."

Her breath came faster, and she felt a tingle in her clit.

"But I'm the slave. Shouldn't I be washing you?" she said. She panted as the bar of soap came back up and around to rub on her nipples. They went from soft, loose peaks to tight round rosebuds in a matter of seconds.

"You can do me later. And if you keep making love to me the way you did, I'll be your slave forever," he whispered into her ear, sliding the slippery soap into her folds and making her gasp.

Lyzette felt something hard pressing into her butt. She twisted around to see what it was and was pleased to discover that Mikael's cock was standing erect. She had been worried that it wouldn't be able to do that again.

Good. She wanted him to take her again. It had felt very, very pleasurable.

The washing was long and thorough. By the time they ended up clean, dry, and back in her bed, they were both hot and quickly losing control. They knelt on the bed, kissing and touching each other.

Mikael roughly pushed her head down on the bed and came around behind her. He lifted her hips up and her round, soft ass was completely bared to him. She felt totally exposed in a way that she hadn't the first time. His knob brushed her sex and she bucked back against him.

With a groan, he took her, filling her with one quick thrust. She wasn't sure she liked it until he started pounding into her, his pelvis slamming against her ass.

His hand came around and touched her button and soon she was coming again as he slid into her over and over. She pressed herself back against him as he continued to plunge into her. She convulsed around him, and he came wildly and explosively — pushing hard against her butt as he gasped, finding his release.

They were so exhausted after their passion that they lay down and curled up together, falling deeply asleep.

When Lyzette woke up, Mikael was dressing in the gray light of dawn. She watched him and felt sleepy.

"I have to go, Lyz. But I'll be back later. I have a match, and you can come watch."

She nodded.

He came over and kissed her. Then he walked over to the door, stopped, came back, and kissed her again. It was passionate. She thought that he would want to do it again, but he pulled himself away with a groan.

"I have to go, Lyzzie. But I would rather stay and make love to you again."

She sighed and smiled, her eyes closing again already as he slipped out the door.

When she opened them again, both suns were well past the windows and Raimey was bringing in her breakfast.

"Hello, sleepyhead. I don't know why you slept so late, but I saved you some breakfast when I was cleaning up, thinking you might be hungry when you woke." She stopped suddenly and sniffed the air.

Lyzette watched her.

"It smells like sex in here," she said, going to open the windows.

Lyzette had a self-conscious smile on her face.

"You did it?"

She smiled excitedly at Raimey and nodded.

"Oh, thank goodness. I thought you fucked it up and were going to get shipped back. That's wonderful, Lyz."

Lyzzie felt hurt at the mention of how she had almost messed everything up. She couldn't have wished for anything different because last night was perfect.

"Did you come?"

"Yes," Lyzzie said, sitting up and pulling the sheet up to hide her nakedness. "Three times."

"Three? Oh, you are such a lucky bitch, Lyz," Raimey said.

Lyzette wanted to say something, but she didn't know what to say.

Raimey looked away for a moment and then when she looked back she had a smile fixed firmly in place. She didn't seem quite as cheerful as before. It suddenly occurred to Lyzette that Raimey had been the last consort.

"That's great, Lyzette. Well, if he had you up half the night fucking, you'll be hungry. Eat until you're full and then come down. We have work to do. Even though you're the consort, you still have to do your fair share when he doesn't want to sleep with you."

"Of course," Lyzette said, moving over to the side of the bed.

Raimey left. Lyzette went and took another shower, remembering the previous night and how wonderful it had been.

She felt uneasy about Raimey. She seemed friendly in general but occasionally she was decidedly unfriendly. Was she jealous because Lyzette had ousted her from her position as Mikael's consort?

Her mother had told her most single women would be jealous when Lyzette landed a man because that meant they couldn't. That might be true in this case because after all, she had the man that all the former consorts still wanted. She frowned but pushed the thought out of her head.

Her job was to please the Markanor. She had done her job last night.

Raimey ought to be pleased with her, Lyzette thought. If he enjoyed her in bed, then she was that much closer to marriage. And if she married him, then she could free the slaves. But Mikael would never marry her, the notion was complete and utter nonsense.

With a smile, Lyzette gave thanks that she was Mikael's consort. She wondered what tonight might bring.

They rode down the same road in the same carriage as yesterday, but everything was different.

Lyzette stared down at her legs. Her creamy thighs emerged from a short lavender colored skirt — mini-skirts were all the fashion on Marka right now. She wore a matching lavender blouse. It buttoned up and tied under her breasts, leaving her midsection showing. Her slightly sore breasts, in the push-up bra, showed the two pure white mounds because the top button on the blouse wasn't buttoned up.

"Lyzette, can we stop for a minute?" Mikael said, his icy blue eyes on fire again.

"Why?" she said.

"I need you," he whispered in her ear, and she smiled.

He asked the coachman to stop and then pulled her by the hand. They followed a beaten dirt path, down a steep hill, until they came out to a beautiful waterfall.

"Wow," she said.

"Come here," he said, ignoring the view and tugging on her hand. He led her to the waterfall through a hidden entrance.

"Mikael," she said in amazement. But he kissed her and pushed her hard up against the rock. And she responded again like the night before. His hands slid up under her blouse.

"This shirt makes me crazy. I've wanted to put my hands in here since I saw you."

Her breath hitched as he palmed her breasts through her bra, making the nipples stand up hard and round. He pulled his hands out for a moment and untied and unbuttoned the blouse. He unhooked the bra as well, so her ripe breasts tumbled out into his hot hands.

"And this skirt," he whispered, kissing her neck and dropping his hands to her hips. "Barely covering your gorgeous ass."

Cupping her butt, he pulled her against him so she could feel his erection.

"Mikael," she gasped.

He hiked the skirt up and grinned when he saw she was wearing a tiny thong, at Raimey's insistence. She said there would be panty lines, but now Lyzette realized she might have imagined this happening.

"Perfect," he muttered. "Don't even have to take them off."

His hand slid into her panties and Lyzette's eyes rolled up into her head as he touched her little button. In two minutes, she was panting and ready. He pulled down his pants, letting them fall at his feet.

Showing his impressive strength, Mikael lifted her up by the ass. He didn't bother removing her thong. He slipped the thin piece of material aside and lined himself up, impaling her on his shaft.

Lyzette cried out at the feeling of having him filling her completely. But before she could react, he started pumping into her — pushing her against the rock with each thrust.

"Mikael," she gasped out as she felt the pleasure starting to build. "What if someone sees us?"

"You better come quick, then," he said, thrusting harder and faster.

She felt completely exposed with her breasts falling out of her shirt and her skirt up around her waist. Mikael's body covered her privates, but there would be no question of what they were doing. If someone came sightseeing at the waterfall, they would get an eyeful.

At the thought, Lyzette's arousal ratcheted up several notches. When Mikael bent and sucked her breast into his mouth, she felt herself fly over the edge, biting her lip so she wouldn't make any noise.

Mikael drove into her several more times and then pushed her to the rock, hard, as she felt him filling her with his seed. Lyzette wondered if she could get pregnant from an alien. There were some children around the mansion, and she wondered how many of them were Mikael's.

As soon as he came, he pulled out of her and did up his pants. In a blissful haze, Lyzette tried repeatedly to latch her bra without success. Mikael took pity on her and helped with the bra as well as her blouse. Then he adjusted her thong and pulled down her skirt.

"Can you walk?" he asked.

Lyzette nodded blankly and though her legs were wobbly, she managed to make it back to the carriage. Soon they were seated, and she recovered enough to be able to look at her surroundings and talk.

They arrived at the city again by early afternoon. Michael's match started at three o'clock. He tried to explain what was going to happen, but Lyzette didn't understand. It involved a lot of pushing and shoving.

Lyzette was glad to be riding in the carriage next to Mikael. Their knees kept bumping, and she couldn't help but smile happily every time. She knew she was setting herself up to get hurt if he dumped her. He was handsome, strong, and big. All of him.

Every few minutes, she flashed back to a moment from behind the waterfall or the night before, which made her want Mikael again. She wondered if she was a slut for wanting him to make love to her again so soon. Her mother told her only sluts liked lots of sex and gave away their jewel to the first guy that tried to spread their legs.

Lyzette sighed. She didn't care. Her mother wasn't here, and Mikael was. He pointed out another Markan sight, and she looked avidly. She was fascinated with this world, now that it seemed to be treating her so kindly.

Her life had never been as good as it was now. Mikael was kind to her and rocked her world when he made love to her. She had a fantastic room in a mansion. She didn't have to work or have old guys with no hair and pot bellies shoving bills down her cleavage, asking for another pitcher of beer. She didn't have her mother criticizing her and making her feel like she had done something wrong, no matter how hard Lyzette tried to please her.

It was a beautiful day, and both suns were shining.

Then a thought occurred to her, and Lyzette's carefully constructed dream world came crashing down as she remembered the one thought that she could not afford to forget.

She was a slave.

And she had to have sex with Mikael. It didn't matter if she liked it or not. She didn't have a choice. She realized he had taken her out yesterday so she would feel comfortable with him. That way, she wouldn't be afraid of having sex with him anymore. He probably figured he was persuasive enough so once she liked him and trusted him, he could easily convince her to give up her jewel. She had done so easily and without a thought.

Well, he was pretty amazing, and she was a fool, but she hadn't had a choice. It may have seemed as though she did, but she didn't have any choice at all. She was his fucking slave.