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  Submission. Being with a lover, or lovers, strong enough to take control had always fueled her fantasies. But could she actually keep her rebellious thoughts and sarcastic comments to herself? Could she obey? She’d successfully convinced her grandmother she was a good girl all those years. This shouldn’t be any different.

  What choice did she have? Stay here and be hunted like an animal? “What happens if I disobey them?”

  Humor gleamed in his gaze, making his eyes look vividly green. “A nice hard spanking is the Ventori’s favorite punishment, but they also use paddles and floggers, even an occasional whip.”

  She swallowed past the lump in her throat. Was he just trying to frighten her? Somehow, she didn’t think so. Still, she didn’t have the luxury of refusal, so she moved on to practical matters. “As I understand it, the companion’s expenses are always covered for the duration of the contract, but some agreements also offer a salary or signing bonus provided by the sponsoring government or the Ventori themselves.” Her heart sank as she heard her own words, and her grandmother’s disapproving image surged to the front of Amanda’s mind. Grandma Nellie’s ghost shook her head and held out a rosary. If Amanda was paid for giving pleasure, didn’t that make her a whore? She wouldn’t be a patriot; she’d be a prostitute.

  “These are top-tier customers. The recompense is quite generous.” He turned his laptop so she could see the screen. “This is the monthly stipend associated with the current offer. There is also a clothing allowance and the possibility for bonuses if the clients are well-pleased.”

  Her eyes widened again as she saw the figures. Generous and then some. Was she less of a whore if she only had two customers and was paid extremely well for keeping them satisfied? She shuddered, disheartened by the brutal honesty of her thoughts. This was enough money to pay off her school loans, credit card debt, and start over somewhere new. To hell with witness relocation. All she had to do was survive two years on a Ventori battleship at the mercy of two lusty commanders.

  “What about STDs and pregnancy? Will they agree to use condoms?”

  He chuckled, clearly amused by her concern. “I’m not sure interspecies breeding is possible. However, contraceptive injections are offered during induction. As for STDs, the Ventori eradicated most known diseases centuries ago. It’s my understanding that our government is frantically negotiating for access to their vaccines and gene therapies. The commanders are much more likely to catch something from you than the other way around. Which is why a battery of immune-boosting injections is also part of the induction process. I hope you’re not afraid of needles.”

  She wasn’t, and she’d just about run out of reasons to refuse the offer. “Have you shown this offer to anyone else?”

  He shook his head. “The proposal came in about an hour before you arrived and requested me personally. Some might call that destiny.”

  “May I have a day or two to think about it?”

  Again he shrugged. “Take as long as you like, but I won’t hold the contract for you. Call me before you return and I’ll let you know if the position is still available. Offers like this don’t come along every day.”

  She hated being pressured, but he was probably right. This offer wouldn’t last. Thanks to the Skarilians, there were too many desperate people in the world. “I’ll do it.”

  “Wonderful.” He flashed his first real smile. “Your clients are currently aboard their ship, so I’ll have to arrange transportation.”

  “But I thought they had a house down here on Earth.”

  “They do, and I’m sure they’ll take you there, eventually.” He motioned to someone outside the office and the receptionist returned. “Take her to Induction Center Six.”

  “Right now?” He made her sound like a slab of meat. Trepidation gripped her belly and chills crawled across her skin. She’d just agreed to be the sex slave of two alien males. A slab of meat might be a preferable fate.

  “They’ve requested immediate delivery, and thanks to you, I will be able to deliver immediately.”

  * * *

  Loax Drey turned from the daily update he’d been studying as his brother Rentar walked into the war room. Shift change wasn’t for another hour, so something must be wrong.

  “Nothing’s wrong.” Rentar smiled, apparently guessing the direction of Loax’s thoughts. It wasn’t surprising. The brothers knew each other so well they were often accused of being telepathic. “I just received notification. Our CC proposal has been accepted.”

  “That was fast.” He’d allowed Rentar to compose the offer, making it much more generous than Loax would have liked. Rentar was three years his junior and much less jaded by loss. “When will she arrive?”

  “Anytime now. That’s why I’m here. Someone needs to meet her shuttle, and your shift is nearly over. Besides, you’re older. It’s your right to fuck her first.”

  Loax narrowed his gaze on his brother’s face. Rentar was up to something, which wasn’t surprising. Rentar was always up to something. “Neither of us has been inside a female for well over three solar cycles. Why would you postpone such pleasure?”

  “We’ll be mounting this female for the next two solar cycles. Rules need to be established and no one is better at that than you.”

  That was certainly true. Establishing order and enforcing rules was his specialty. That was why their joint command worked so well. Rentar was cunning and good-natured. He had a mind for strategy and effortlessly built comradery while Loax maintained discipline.

  “Did they send an image?” Loax felt his long-neglected body stir at the thought of a female, any female. He didn’t really care about her appearance as long as her submission was real and she understood the benefits of stern discipline.

  “I can do one better.” Rentar grinned. “Her shuttle just docked on level three.”

  Loax’s heart momentarily lost its rhythm and he turned toward the door. “Aren’t you coming?”

  Rentar shook his head. “I’ll watch on the security feed, but it’s better if you do this alone.”

  No longer caring about Rentar’s motivation, Loax hurried from the war room and made his way to the nearest utility access tube. Their ship was sprawling, one of the largest in the Ventori fleet, so ladders were often faster than waiting for a lift. Two levels down and back to mid-ship, he rushed into the arrival bay as his carnal companion disembarked from the shuttle.

  She looked around, brilliant blue gaze wide and uncertain. Her sleek blonde hair barely brushed her shoulders and was tucked behind one dainty ear. Her features were delicate, giving her a fresh, untouched appearance. And her modest dress only added to her virginal appeal. She licked her bottom lip and lust cascaded through his body. Very soon that pink tongue would be circling his cock while he pumped between those soft-looking lips.

  He stepped forward, drawing her attention. “I am Commander Loax Drey. You are responding to my offer.”

  She started to proffer her hand, but changed her mind. “Commander. My name is Amanda Powell. It’s nice to meet you.”

  He swept his arm toward the doorway, fascinated by her timidity. Of course she was afraid. Any human would be. The question was, why did he find her uncertainty so arousing? “Shall we?”

  She didn’t ask where he was taking her, which pleased him greatly. Hopefully, her shyness would continue. He tended to gravitate toward spirited females, but the shy ones were much easier to train.

  He led her to a lift and watched her carefully as they ascended to the topmost deck. She glanced at him then lowered her gaze, then glanced at him again.

  “Do you have a question?” It was good that she hadn’t just blurted it out. Had her instructors at the induction center warned her to remain quiet or was she naturally submissive?

  “I was told there would be two of you.”

  She sounded relieved by the development, so he almost hated to enlighten her. “My podmate is also my biological brother. His name is Rentar
and he’s on duty. You’ll meet him in the morning.”

  Her lovely blue eyes shifted downward again and he immediately missed their expressiveness. He’d expected someone more guarded, more experienced, more jaded. More like himself.

  The lift door parted and he escorted her to his quarters, then pressed his hand over the security scanner.

  She paused to look around as the door slid shut behind them. The cabin was large compared to the other on-board accommodations, but still compact and utilitarian. No wasted space, no frivolities. Each cabin had been designed with pod living in mind. There was a common living area, with a sofa and matching chairs, as well as a small table and chairs. This pod had two bedrooms, one for Rentar and one for him.

  “Is this where I’ll be staying?”

  She didn’t have permission to speak, but he’d yet to establish the rule so he let it slide. This time. “For the most part. That bedroom is mine.” He pointed toward the appropriate door. “The other is Rentar’s. Each bedroom has its own bathroom.” When her only response was a silent nod, he asked, “Would you like something to drink? Have you eaten?”

  “I’m not hungry, but something to drink would be wonderful.” She kept fiddling with her dress, clearly nervous to be alone with him.

  He crossed to the beverage dispenser and ordered a glass of viskara, a sweet yet potent wine. She clearly needed to relax and his shoulders were unusually tense as well. A sip or two of viskara might do him good. “Are you hiding from someone?”

  She looked at him, eyes wide and filled with secrets. “Why do you ask?”

  “You’re young and beautiful, clearly not a call girl or a stripper. Why else would someone like you offer yourself to a couple of alien warriors?”

  “I’m a patriot.” A hint of a smirk ruined the claim. “All your people asked in exchange for saving my world was the comfort of willing females. I felt it my duty to—”

  He closed the space between them and caught her chin in a firm grip, tilting her head back. “Don’t lie to me again. Dishonesty will be punished.”

  “I’m sorry.” She lowered her gaze despite the awkward angle of her face. “I was trying to be amusing.”

  “I didn’t contract you to make me laugh. I expect you to obey.” He returned to the beverage station and retrieved the wineglass. He started to hand it to her, then had a better idea. “Undress first. I want to see what my credits bought.”

  Her lips pressed into a disapproving line and her hands clenched at her sides. Oh, she didn’t like that at all. Was it the directive or his rude comment that had angered her? Now was probably not the best time to test her limits, but his dominance must be established from the start. Rentar would have given her a day or two to adjust to her new circumstances. So why had Rentar delivered this treasure to him?

  She raised her hands to the buttons on the front of her dress. Her fingers shook so badly that she could barely complete the task. Per his instructions, she wore no undergarments. She pulled her arms from the sleeves with obvious reluctance and let the dress fall to a pool at her feet. Her breasts were small and round, just the way he liked them. Small pink nipples contrasted sharply with her ivory skin. Her torso narrowed to a trim waist, then flared to nicely rounded hips. Her body hair had been removed, also by his insistence. He wanted nothing to distract him from his pleasure when he had his face buried between her thighs. She’d grow wet and flushed, then start gasping as he explored her pussy with his tongue.

  “Turn.”

  Their gazes clashed for a moment before she grudgingly obeyed.

  Her back was beautiful, long and graceful. And her ass begged for the firm slap of his hand, or maybe a paddle. He saw flashes of spirit in her eyes, but so far she’d chosen to obey him. It wasn’t fair for him to continue provoking her, but he couldn’t seem to stop. He wanted her to rebel so he’d have a reason to spank her, master her.

  He moved up behind her and reached around, bringing the wineglass to her lips. She started, brushing against him as she hesitantly accepted the beverage.

  “You’re perfect, much more than I imagined.” He took a sip of the wine then a deeper drink, using the distraction to reinforce his control. His free arm wrapped around her waist, anchoring her trembling body in place. Everything within him wanted to bend her over the nearest piece of furniture and ram his cock deep inside her waiting cunt, but someone this skittish must be handled carefully. Like it or not, he needed to earn her trust. “Drink,” he urged when she just stood there.

  She tried to take the glass from him, but he moved it out of reach until she lowered her arms and allowed him to control what she received. He pressed the glass to her lips and she took a sip, body tense and shaking against his.

  “Are you sure you’re willing? You seem awfully tense.”

  “I’d never been off my planet before and now I’m naked and about to be fucked by an alien. It’s unnerving, to say the least.”

  He chuckled, finding her candor surprisingly endearing. “You didn’t answer my question. Did you sign the contract of your own free will? Are you here because you want to be? Forget that, I’m sure you don’t want to be here, but were you threatened or coerced in any way?”

  She shook her head, her soft hair swishing against his chin. “It was my choice.”

  “Good.” He rewarded her with another drink of wine, then drained the glass himself and set it aside. “Let’s go over the rules. I cannot expect you to obey if you don’t understand what’s expected of you. Does that seem fair?”

  She nodded.

  “I prefer verbal answers. The proper response is, ‘Yes, Sir.’”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He detected a tiny hint of rebellion in her tone, so he tightened his hold on her waist, pressing his erection into the small of her back. “For the next two years you belong to my brother and me. Any directive we give, you will obey. Is that clear?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Cupping her breast with his fingers, he lightly teased her nipple with his thumb. “You will always wear skirts or dresses and you will never again wear undergarments. Your body must be accessible at any time night or day.”

  “I understand, Sir.”

  He descended from her breast and cupped her smooth mound. “Whenever our hands, our mouths, or cocks venture near your pussy or ass, you will open and welcome us.” After a noticeable pause, she moved her legs apart. He’d intended to explore her pussy with his fingers, maybe give her an orgasm to break the tension. Instead he moved his hand to her hip and said, “You hesitated. Why?”

  “I’ve never been… taken like that.”

  Lust spiraled through him, making his cock buck against her back. “You’ve never accepted a cock in your ass?”

  “No, Sir, or yes. I’ve never done that.”

  “Then we will prepare you, train you, before we fuck you at the same time.” A violent shudder made her body quake. He chuckled, unsure if it was excitement or dread that had caused the reaction. They would overcome dread and build upon excitement, so it didn’t really matter which she was experiencing. “We will take you together. Pretending the outcome can be avoided serves no purpose. It’s something we enjoy immensely. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Sir. I was warned that podmates share everything. It’s not my usual custom, of course, but I will submit to your wishes.”

  She sounded dismissive, as if the practice was beneath her. He decided to push even harder, drive the situation home with an unmistakable, though extremely unlikely, example. “Just to clarify, your body belongs to us alone. You will not share pleasure, in any form, with anyone else, unless specifically instructed to do so by my brother or myself.”

  She turned around, eyes wide, expression turbulent. “I was told that wouldn’t be an issue, that Ventori Defenders are possessive and share only with their podmates.”

  He had no intention of sharing her, but he wasn’t willing to ease her fear either. She needed to understand th
at control of her lovely body now rested with him and Rentar. Anything they wanted, she would do, whether she liked it or not. “For the most part that is true. We are territorial and possessive, but your body belongs to me and my brother. If it pleases us to show you off by fucking you while others watch or to have you demonstrate your skills with one of our friends, you will do as you’re told. Disobedience, for any reason, will earn swift and severe punishment.”

  Indecision took over her expression. He wasn’t sure which aspects she was deliberating, but she was having one hell of a time making up her mind. Finally, her shoulders squared and her chin lifted. “I will obey any order you or your brother give me, but I will not offer my body to anyone else. My contract only obligates me to compensate you and your brother. I am not a mindless toy to be passed around at parties.”

  He found her rebellion so utterly adorable it was nearly impossible not to smile. Still, if he relented now, it would seem weak and would encourage further rebellion. “If you please us well and often, we will be less likely to let anyone else touch you.”

  Her beautiful eyes narrowed and her nostrils flared. She was much more spirited than he’d first thought. The next few days would be interesting.

  “Are you threatening me?” She was clearly ready for a fight.

  “It’s not a threat,” he stressed. “It’s a challenge. Rebellious females must be chastised. Obedient females are rewarded. The choice is yours.”

  “I have done everything you asked me to do. Why did you bring this up?”

  It wasn’t her place to question him. However, there were more important points yet to be made. “I wanted to make your situation perfectly clear.”

  “By threatening to share me with your friends?” She placed her hands on her hips and arched her brow, her demeanor downright belligerent. “That’s disrespectful, and I’ve done nothing to deserve it.”