The Commander's Slave by K. S. Augustin Page A

to pull out his sleeping penis.
    He awoke when her hot wet mouth
enveloped him. Above her, she could hear him groan and reach for
her. Obligingly, she straightened her arms and heard his intake of
breath as he saw her captive wrists.
    He opened his legs and stroked her
arms while she licked him, quickly growing hard and taut in her
mouth. She sucked at him, pulling while she lifted her head, then
plunged him into the back of her throat. Suck, pull, plunge. Suck,
pull, plunge. When she lifted her head again, she let his penis
leave her mouth completely, smiling as she saw a bead of masculine
lubrication form at the top of his engorged head.
    She bent down once more, this time
rubbing her cheek against his length, flicking her tongue against
the thick vein on his underside and following it all the way down
to where the shaft met the hairy skin of his testicles.
    Tangus couldn’t stand it any longer.
He moved to a sitting position on the bed, back against the wall,
kicking off his trousers and holding her wrists to his chest while
he encouraged her exploration.
    Asha returned to his shaft, licking
then sucking his balls into her mouth, massaging them with her
tongue before reluctantly pulling away. But Tangus wasn’t passive
himself. Despite the waves of warmth that thrummed through him, he
moved his feet in between her thighs and spread her open. Asha
moaned and moved back to his bobbing penis, tensing her tongue to
velvet rigidity while continuing to flick at his tender flesh, up
and down.
    But Tangus, Asha found out, could
tolerate such teasing for only a little while. With one hand, he
grabbed a handful of her hair and thrust himself into her mouth,
and she felt the stiffness of his head rubbing against the softness
of her throat. He would come very soon, she knew, but she didn’t
want him like this.
    With a last suck, she pulled away and
crawled on top of the bed, lowering herself onto him, her female
lubrication slick and aromatic. Tangus moved his hands to her body,
clasping her chest and rubbing her nipples with his thumbs while he
drove into her. In wild abandon, her hair flew in time to his
thrusts, and her neck arched backwards, presenting the perfection
of her body to him. The thought was enough to send him over the
edge, convulsing as he shot his essence into her, slowing only when
the last spasm had consumed him and left him satiated.
    “ That was, unexpected,” he
finally said, nuzzling her ear. She was still astride him, her
bound hands around his neck.
    “ I ... missed you,” she
breathed.
    An almost-chuckle emerged from his
throat, the first she had ever heard from him.
    “ In that case, I’ll have to
lock you in an escape pod more often.”
    They stayed close, not saying a word,
for a few more minutes before Tangus set her to one side to walk to
what she thought was a cupboard of some sort but was actually a
tiny bathroom. When he was done, he gestured for her to do the
same, and her heart almost broke when she emerged and found her
clothes, neatly folded, next to the door. That such a small gesture
could affect her so deeply indicated how hard she had fallen for
the man.
    He gestured to the meal of the night
before, the majority of which was still untouched. “If you don’t
mind leftovers, we have a policy here of not wasting
anything.”
    “ Of course.” She sat down
and helped herself to some cold meat.
    “ We’ll have to come up with
some quarters for you.”
    “ I thought ….” Asha
stopped, deliberately slowing her voice. “I thought I could stay
here.”
    “ Here? To be labeled the
commander’s whore?”
    He was testing her, she knew. She
looked into his face, her expression earnest.
    “ Whatever words some men
may use are just those. Words. I believe I’ve suffered more up to
this point.”
    He nodded. “Point taken.” But he still
kept watching her as she nibbled on some food.
    “ Maybe I can also help,”
she added.
    “ Help? How?”
    “ I spent the afternoon with
Doctor