Azar's Prize Page 5

  Theryssa’s belly clenched. She had never felt so hot and weak in her life. As the clothes fell away, so did her lifelong protection.

  Thanks to her promise—which she could no more break than she could turn against her people and work for the Narthians.

  For all intents and purposes, she was a normal female…not to the world but to this one man. The worst possible one to be helpless before, too. Because, unlike any other in the world, this man seemed to understand her weaknesses.

  Weaknesses that had to do with lust…and maybe more.

  Her heart thumped in her chest as her clothes fell away. She was nude again, but it was different than before. More real and profound. More excitingly dangerous.

  This time she felt genuinely stripped. Exposed.

  More naked than she had ever been in her life…

  She took a deep breath, her head swirling as she tried to sort things out.

  So much for the supposedly foolproof plan they had sent her in here with. All hope was not lost, however. She was pledged to obey, but not necessarily to tell the truth. Her mission would go on. She would remain undercover, continuing to collect data on Azar. She would, however, need a new cover story. Her guise as Theryssa, innocent female courier caught in the wrong place at the wrong time, had been unmasked, but she could come up with something else.

  The problem was she wasn’t sure what more he might know already. She was the first of her kind—how had he even known to look for such a possibility as a woman with three quarters primale genetics, in effect the very first primefemale?

  What if he had spies working close to the Council?

  A chill went down her spine as she considered that he might have known all along that she was a Guardian and who her parents were. In effect, he might have lured her into a trap.

  In that case, she was going to have to fight her way out of here or else end up being a hostage. She couldn’t imagine her father or mother caving in to any demands for her release, but she could never take that chance.

  She would do anything to avoid that. Anything at all.

  “I’m waiting, Theryssa.”

  The sound of his voice jarred her back to reality. She was naked, in front of her gorgeous and dangerous captor, whose breeches were currently being stretched by a mammoth erection. He had given her orders, the first she was to follow as the man’s submissive.

  She went down in slow motion, her body trembling. At last, her knees touched the thick fur. It tickled her skin, making her senses come alive. She could smell tobacco in Azar’s cabin, and rum on the shelf. She could smell the leather of his boots, as well—so very close to where she knelt for him in subjugation.

  He took several steps forward, and now she could detect the musk on Azar’s skin. Mixed with raw testosterone. His boots pressed the fur as he moved. Closer and closer. She could almost hear his breathing, the raw desire, and behind that the hum of the ship’s engine.

  The raw power vibrated through the metal floor beneath the furs, and reverberated through her unclothed body.

  His approach seemed to take forever. Each step stretching to interminable lengths. No doubt this was part of his strategy—to make her needy, jittery. Horny.

  He stopped a foot away. She licked her dry lips at the sight of his leather-covered shaft. Larger than life. Almost close enough to taste.

  “Knees apart,” he directed.

  Theryssa hesitated. Nothing was holding her down here. Except her damn honor. Sometimes she really hated being her father’s daughter.

  Maybe she could break her oath. After all, the man was a pirate. A real cutthroat. A man who could not begin to understand the meaning of integrity.

  Azar did not take kindly to her delay. Reaching down, he seized the back of her hair in his fist, balling it painfully. “I gave you an order, young lady.”

  Theryssa cried out, her eyes watering. It was the shock more than anything else. The man was daring to treat her as if she really was some ordinary wench—an obedient, even.

  Funny, he was so sure she wouldn’t rebel. Didn’t he realize her power? He seemed pretty familiar with it, so why put himself at risk like this?

  “You’re hurting me.”

  “That is the price of disobedience. Keep it up and I will take the flogger to you.”

  Theryssa slid her knees apart on the fur, complying with his earlier order.

  “Wider,” he said, not letting go.

  Theryssa opened her thighs as wide as they would go. Her pussy was going wild. She would take any kind of attention now, the rougher the better.

  He released her hair. “That’s better.”

  “No it’s not,” she shot back. “It’s inhumane. Don’t you ever do that again. And don’t call me young lady anymore, either. It’s insulting.”

  “You are younger than me. And you’re a lady…”

  “I’m a woman, damn you.”

  “You’re a female,” he compromised. “In the keeping of a male.” Azar ran his hand over the top of her head, lightly caressing her earlobe for emphasis. She tried to jerk away, but he snapped the fingers of his other hand, keeping her in place.

  “Never seek to deny me your body, little one. You are mine to touch as I please.”

  Theryssa shivered. What he was doing to the tender flesh of her ear was having direct consequences in other parts of her body. Consequences which were distinctly detectable in the sweet scent emanating from her forcibly displayed sex.

  “This isn’t fair, Azar.”

  Azar laughed. She loved the deep, rich sound of it, like coffee from the far reaches of the rim forests of Fralos Ten. “It isn’t designed to be a fair arrangement, angel. It’s designed to maximize my enjoyment of you, as a captured commodity.”

  Theryssa did her best to fight back the gyrations, her pelvis pushing forward against the air, only to retract in favor of thrusting breasts. It was bad enough he had to tease her body, did he have to call her sweet little names, too?

  “I’m not your commodity,” she insisted.

  “And yet your body is responding exactly as I wish it to.”

  “I’m going along with this because I have to. That’s the only reason.”

  “Is that so?” His amusement was obvious. “In that case, I’m sure you’ll want to resist me as much as I’ll let you. Every step of the way.”

  “Damn straight.” She gritted her teeth as he touched the back of her neck, sending icy hot spikes up and down her spine. “I’ll obey you, but I will let you know how much I hate it. And if you leave a loophole, I promise I will take it.”

  “I consider myself warned.” Azar took her hands, lifting her back to her feet. “Undress me,” he ordered.

  Theryssa could barely stand. As he let go of her fingers, she nearly fell to his feet. He was like a magnet of maleness, a singular powerful mass, drawing every ounce of strength from her.

  She dared not take a single breath, lest he see even more clearly the state of her body. Swollen nipples, puffy red lips—above and below. Tight, contracted belly, quick little half-breaths, each of which only served to make her breasts feel a little more swollen, a little more achy and needful of his squeezing hands, his biting teeth and warm mouth.

  Theryssa sucked in her lower lip, feeling the blood inside coursing against her teeth. She would never be able to do this. Not without losing her mind. There was no telling what she might say. What she might do.

  Agonizing seconds passed between them.

  Azar measured her defiance. “Are you planning on being a bad girl, Theryssa, or a good girl?”

  Hearing him call her a girl did things to her. It was a scandalous thing to say, more demeaning than “young lady”, and she knew from the light in his eyes that he was playing with her, waiting for a reaction.

  Frankly, Theryssa felt a bit of both. A bad girl and a good girl. Mostly she wanted to be on the floor, where he could pound her into submission with his cock. She reached for the front of his vest. It was made of an animal hide,
the front of it held together with rawhide lacing. Feeling just a little galvanized by his latest prod at her feminine independence, she opted to tease him.

  “What if I am a bad girl?” she wanted to know, determined to beat him at his own game. “Will I go over your knee?”

  “Is that what you want, Theryssa?”

  “What do you care what I want? I’m your slave, right?”

  “A Master can be generous with his slave. I’ve possessed hundreds of women and I have bestowed kindness on them all.”

  Theryssa didn’t like the idea of other women for some reason. Was he trying to rub it in her face? As if she cared. “I’m not going to compete to be the highest notch in your belt, I hope you know.”

  “You already are,” he floored her.

  Stunned, Theryssa tugged the lace in the key spot. Like a snake, it slithered free from the holes, causing the two halves of the shirt to part ways. She had to catch her breath as his chest came into view. The awesome abs, the incredible pecs. And such a tight waist. You could not design a better male in any laboratory. Primale genetics were a joke compared to this.

  At least on the outside.

  What a bizarre thought, that with her small female body, she could bring this man to his knees. For real.

  And yet he wanted to be kind to her…

  “No. I just figured it was part of your whole macho trip.”

  Azar claimed her ass, grasping it easily, possessively, with a single hand. “Have you ever been spanked, Theryssa?”

  “No.” She attempted an expression of disgust, though what she felt was far different. “You know corporal punishment isn’t allowed on Earth.”

  “Obedients are spanked.”

  “That’s their business.”

  “Actually, it’s their mates’ business. Tell me…primefemale. Are you mated? We heard a few of you were being made. It was a matter of time until one came this way.”

  “I’m single,” she said, attempting to end the conversation.

  “Indeed. You aren’t alone, though. You have some purpose in being here. And we will find it out, won’t we?”

  All too painfully she was aware that he could draw her against him now, her bare pussy against his leather breeches, her breasts against his smooth, hairless chest.

  And that did not begin to cover the emotions roused by his sudden play for dominance. Taking a physical hit from a male in a wrestling ring or martial arts contest was one thing, but humbly accepting smacks to one’s naked behind as a prelude to sex-making was quite another.

  Theryssa had to draw a line here. Without breaking her promise, she had to let him know there were limits. The question was how to get that message across.

  “Being spanked is an experience,” he shifted his grip. Azar was drawing her closer, his index finger creeping lower, within dangerous proximity of her labia. “Some women find it quite arousing. Obedients can’t live without it.”

  “I can’t imagine why.” She stiffened, trying hard not to breathe. Oh, stars…he was grabbing her ass. She tried to squirm free, keeping the conversation casual.

  “It’s the loss of power, I suppose. The feeling of sexual surrender.”

  She moved to brush his hand off her ass, an attempt to get her way without exercising primale force.

  Azar’s grip was steel. For a minute she wondered if she could get loose.

  His gaze narrowed. “What are you doing, Theryssa?”

  “I’m…” Oh, fuck, she was cheating, that’s what she was doing.

  “You weren’t trying to take my hand away?”

  She swallowed, unable to lie. “Yes…”

  He clenched her behind. Hard. “Whose ass is this, girl?”

  There was only one answer. “Yours.”

  His hand lifted and fell, smacking her efficiently, masterfully. “I touch this ass when I want, how I want.”

  “Yes, Sir,” she breathed.

  He pulled her closer. She didn’t resist.

  “Whose pussy?”

  She gritted her teeth, knowing what was coming next. “Y-yours.”

  “And if I want to touch it?”

  “You may.”

  “Any time? In any way?”

  “Yes…”

  “Beg for it, Theryssa.”

  “Please,” she tremored, feeling the mounting heat of anticipation. “Touch my pussy.”

  He gave her another spank, hot and degrading. “Whose pussy?”

  “Yours, Sir,” she responded quickly. “Please touch your pussy.”

  “You’re quite wet,” he observed.

  She couldn’t help moving against him. “Yes, Sir.”

  “Stand still,” he chided.

  Theryssa whimpered, all her dominance and power lost. She couldn’t strong-arm him if her life depended on it now. He’d played the gender card. Appealing to the obedient in her, not to mention the one hundred percent that was female.

  Theryssa tried her best not to move as he slid his fingers to the second knuckle.

  “You’re not only wet, you’re close to orgasm,” he said.

  Theryssa tried one last attempt to regain her dignity. He wanted her helpless and begging and she was determined to deny him the satisfaction. “What do you expect?” She smiled bravely. “It’s a mechanical reaction.”

  Azar caressed her clit with his knuckle. “I think you’re splitting hairs. A reaction is a reaction. Your body is telling its own story.”

  Fuck, he was right—damn her female hormones.

  “But…it’s not real.” She stifled a moan.

  “It seems real enough to me.”

  “You’re not really in control,” she protested, trying not to sound too terribly shrill or desperate. “I’m letting you. Because…of my promise.”

  “Ah, yes. I’d nearly forgotten. Your super powers.” The fucker sounded like he was mocking her. “The ones that would let you resist me to the bitter end.”

  “The ones that would let me lay you out flat on your arrogant, ignorant ass, more like,” she hissed.

  Azar lifted his hand and spanked her again. Nothing erotic this time, just pain. Theryssa squealed. Hardly a proper reaction from a Guardian under torture.

  “Are you out of your mind?” she cried.

  Azar punished her again. “Hold still,” he ordered, precluding her attempted escape.

  Theryssa put her hand on her buttocks. Hot and throbbing. He had really done it. The son of a bitch was treating her like an obedient. “That hurt you sadistic fuck.”

  Azar took possession of her nipple. “You will not swear at me.”

  Theryssa sought to hang tough, but he pinched her harder and harder. “All right,” she whimpered, “I won’t.”

  He didn’t let go. “Was that kind of language allowed growing up in your common house?”

  “Yes…no.”

  “Which is it? Did you even have a common house? Bet they kept you in the test tube until you were full grown.”

  “I have parents,” she spat. “They loved and cared for me.”

  “How sweet.” He let go of her nipple. “Take off my pants, spoiled primale girl, raised by her parents.”

  “I wasn’t spoiled.”

  He pushed her to her knees, making her feel really overpowered. Impossible.

  “Did you have little test tube brothers and sisters?”

  “Only me.” She opened his breeches.

  “Bet you were daddy’s little girl.”

  If you only knew who he is, she wanted so badly to say.

  “Daddy’s little girl,” he repeated. “A pirate’s slave.”

  He wore no undergarments. His cock sprung out fully erect, long and thick, uncircumcised. A prominent vein was pulsing underneath. His balls were full and tight.

  “How about mommy? She an obedient?”

  “She’s a mix, like me.”

  “A freak, you mean.”

  “Don’t say that.” She covered her ears.

  “Freak!” he roared. “Freak.”
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  Theryssa didn’t mean to cry. The stress of the mission, the captivity, dealing with this strange, paradoxical man. “I…I thought you might be human, but you’re a monster.”

  He lifted her by the hair. “You will not cry.”

  His face was in anguish, twisted. As if realizing what he’d done, he grabbed her and held her tightly. Tighter than she had ever been held in her life.

  At once she felt protected and secure, but she was also overcome with need.

  “Theryssa,” he said softly, “I’m sorry.”

  She began to rub her nipples against his chest and press her crotch to his, begging penetration. The only thing on her mind, in her world was quenching the submissive fire he’d ignited. “Use me, Azar…Sir.”

  “Not like this,” he kissed her neck, inhaling her scent. Bend down,” he commanded. “And take hold of your ankles.”

  She was momentarily confused. He helped her, turning her about and putting her into position. Facing away from him. Her hindquarters exposed. To the air. To punishment. To him.

  Theryssa gasped as she felt him pressing her crack—the tip of his rock-hard cock poised to enter her desperate lips. He was going to fuck her…at last.

  Oh, god, Azar…yes…take me.

  She did not dare speak the words aloud, on account of how much power it would give him. He was insufferable enough as it was.

  “I want you, Theryssa,” he croaked. “You can’t imagine.”

  His fingers splayed on her back, sending shivers up and down her spine. She clenched and released her toes, every breath like a knife stab of waiting. “Azar, oh, stars, don’t make me wait.”

  His cock was right there, aligning itself. Any second now…

  Azar thrust his cock deep and hard, a slide down her canal, filling her totally and beyond redemption. The heat threatened to melt her insides, but still she wanted more. She squeezed him with her super muscles. He matched her. His hands clamped at Theryssa’s slender waist, assuring her complete impalement. She groaned as his massive shaft retreated momentarily and then pushed back, deep into her. She was so open and wet and ready, accepting every last inch of him.

  Her body exploded on the third thrust.

  It was like she had never been fucked before, like this man was the first, his cock blazing a trail for all the rest to follow.