Page 11 of Tribute
Trent swallowed hard and Rehz smiled at him.
“You can watch me fuck her. If you come, I’ll punish you.”
He eased his hand between Lee’s thighs and thumbed her clit. “Look at her. She’s so swollen that the slightest touch makes her want to come.” He stroked the callused pad of his finger overher bud and she flinched. “I’ve had her so many times tonight that I could shove my fist inside her. And she’d take it.”
Lee moaned as he pressed hard on her clit. “Have you ever seen a man do that, Trent? Fist a female?”
Trent shook his head as beads of pre-come dripped from his crown. “No, sir.”
“Watch her take all my fingers.” He made his hand into a cone shape and showed Trent before sliding his fingers deep. The slick wetness was the only sound apart from Trent’s harried breathing. “She’s so open, she’d probably take two cocks.” Rehz paused to withdraw his fingers. “I bet you’d like to be one of them, wouldn’t you?”
Trent looked away, but his cock couldn’t lie as the drip of his pre-come intensified. Rehz reached forward and caught some on his fingers and then smeared it on Trent’s lips. “You like that? You like it when Malke fucks your ass? Or do you think it’s insulting? That you deserve a woman like Lee?” He shoved hard on the male’s shoulder. “Get down on your fucking knees and put your hands behind your back.”
The leash strained as Trent complied, his chest heaving.
Rehz turned to Lee and made her kneel too. “Take his cock in your mouth, but don’t suck him; just hold him there until I come back.”
Anna concentrated on keeping her lips relaxed around Trent’s thick cock, but it was hard to stop him thrusting forward, his flesh seeking the release he knew her mouth could offer him.
“God, I fucking want you, Anna. Want a woman instead of being fucked by Malke’s cock.” He eased his hips back and forth, filling her mouth with the slick of his pre-come. “Suck me offbefore he comes back. I won’t tell, I just . . .” He groaned and shoved a hand in her hair, keeping her in place. His fingers tightened, making her gasp. “Please, Anna?—”
Without waiting for her consent, he started to fuck her mouth, pushing her forward onto his cock, his hand tangled in her hair as she spluttered and fought against the strength of his hold. A trickle of blood came down over her cheekbone and caught the edge of her mouth, the coppery tang an unpleasant accompaniment to the taste of his pumping semen.
Within another second, she screamed as she was ripped out of his hold. Trent screeched his defiance and his come continued to spurt uselessly out onto the floor.
“Take him away, Malke. If he wants a hard cock, I’m sure the professor can give him one for a few days.”
“Sorry about this, Rehz.” Malke untied Trent and drove him out of her cell. “Hope she’s okay.”
Akran didn’t answer him. He was carefully touching Anna’s head. She flinched when he came across the spot where Trent had literally ripped out her hair.
“Damn. Come on.”
He marched her back along the passageway to one of the locker rooms that adjoined the training facility, stripped down, and stepped into the shower with her. For once she let him take charge without question. Her head was hurting, her body ached from all the earlier sex, and her mouth tasted foul. The water was warm, the soap uninspiring but clean. Akran washed her body thoroughly, his hands more gentle than she expected, and then wrapped a towel around her.
“Come.” When she didn’t immediately start moving, he picked her up and cradled her to his chest. “It’s all right. We’ll fix this.”
Next, she found herself in the physicians’ wing having her head seen to, which seemed to involve shaving off a patch of herhair and realigning the ragged edges of her bleeding scalp with some kind of laser. Whatever meds the tech used to numb her skull and her aching sex were good enough to make everything stop hurting. She struggled to stay awake.
“Lee.”
She forced her eyes open and found Akran in front of her.
“Let’s go.”
She followed him meekly out of medical and back to her cage. There was no sign of Trent. She had a suspicion his night was going to be a lot worse than hers. Akran pointed at her blanket.
“Sleep. I’ll see you in the morning.”
She collapsed gratefully onto the blanket and was asleep before he’d left.
Rehz watched Lee for a few minutes to make sure she was truly out. Seeing Trent shove his cock down her throat had made him so fucking furious that he’d had to step back and let Malke deal with his trainee, or else Rehz might have killed him. Goddamn it, he’d never made her bleed like that.
Rehz snorted as he locked the door and headed back to his quarters. Yeah, he wassomuch better than Trent, wasn’t he? He fucked her and fought with her and wouldn’t let her speak unless spoken to. He was a real hero. At least he had a reason for being such a fuckhead. She didn’t understand that yet, but one day she would. If she survived . . .
When she’d initially been processed, he’d flat out asked the doc whether the differences in her DNA sequence were significant enough to support her claim to be from another planet. The doc had refused to discuss the results, saying that all the information had been forwarded to Palk and that no actionhad been deemed necessary. Rehz damn well hoped that was the case. It didn’t seem fair to put her through all this if she couldn’t progress.
When he got back to his quarters, there was a message flashing away on the screen. He logged in and stared at the contents, absently noting the date. Two Mitan weeks to get the trainees in shape before Palk descended on them.
