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Surrender Ch. 01

By: Ada Stuart



"Are we off then, Captain Taylor?" one of the engineers asked Morgan as they finished loading the last boxes. 

"No, not yet, Oliver," Morgan replied vaguely while consulting the voice message he'd just received. "We're expecting a new arrival. A new navigator called Kendrick. He should be here any minute now if my information is correct." 

"Good, let's just hope he can read maps," Oliver chuckled. "The last one wasn't any good. I wonder if he had some difficulty with his central system," Oliver continued.

"That might explain why he directed us to the opposite site of the world instead of joining the fights at Alpha Centauri. But I always thought he was afraid of fighting. Either way, I've never been so embarrassed in my life when I tried to explain Master Kane what had happened." They both laughed heartily as they packed the final crate in the cargo area.

"What do you know about this new fellow, then?" Oliver asked.

"Not much. Only that he graduated at the best of his class and have been working the grades ever since. He must have done something good, because he requested service at the Ziota system. Don't know why."

"Maybe he heard there was a chance of fighting now that the rebels have emerged from their caves again."

"Yep, that might be the case. The rebels weren't as easily beaten as we expected, even though we still have most of them locked up." 

"By the way, are you up for another round of space ball tonight?" Oliver inquired.

"You bet. You owe me a victory, remember," Morgan chuckled. "It's good tone to let the captain win, you know."

"Is it? I've never heard about it," Oliver smiled. Morgan gave his back a hard clap and watched smilingly as Oliver took an involuntary step forward in order to maintain his balance.

"Ever heard about double shifts either?" Morgan suggested sweetly. "That's what you'll get if you treat your superiors this way."

"All right, old man, perhaps I'll let you get off easy this time."

"Hah, I'll show you who's old around here when I wipe the floor with your ass later on." 

At the same time, one of the soldiers came running toward them. "Captain, come quickly. You have a visitor."

"Good," Morgan replied. "That must be the new navigator. See you later, Oliver. Hope you have plenty of salve to treat those aching muscles of yours come morning." 

***

Morgan followed the distressed soldier and wondered how the fellow could ever hope to do well in a war. He seemed a nervous wreck already, and they hadn't even left the planet's surface yet. He made a mental note of the soldiers name and vowed never to let this pinball guard his back in a shootout if he could help it. 

"What's the problem, soldier?" he asked as they turned toward the main gateway leading toward the control room.

"No, problem, exactly, but... I'll think you should see for yourself, Captain," the soldier replied enigmatically as he walked faster than before as if he wanted to rid himself of an unpleasant task as soon as possible.

Morgan followed easily and couldn't wait to see the fellow that had made this before called tough guy into a quivering kitty. He must be spooky, indeed. Probably had loads of tattoos all over his face and a shining knife in his belt. Yes, a really scary fellow that could act like their new navigator.

***

"A woman?" Morgan almost shouted. "E. Kendrick is a damn woman?" He stared at the proud creature standing in front of him. She returned his stare with her own frosty look and stood so calm and collected he knew she had been through the same scene many times before. 

Worse than that, she was not bad-looking either, with the shapely figure that was far too revealed in the tight skin suit she was wearing. This would never work out, Morgan thought. What idiot had sent him a woman instead of the ruthless man he had hoped for? Even worse, someone had sent him an attractive woman as well. Damn it. How was he ever going to maintain discipline with this one onboard? But did he have any choice at all? They needed a navigator and he didn't want to waste time waiting a couple of days for another one.

He looked around. The men were already much too interested in the newest member of their group. No wonder. Women were a rare occurrence among their people, and he had never heard of anyone of them being in the corps. Instead, the few women they had were always kept safe and secure by their mates, and if they didn't have mates, their male relatives would protect them instead. Now, this one was much more mysterious for not having a protector with her. 

"A female navigator? I've never heard about it before. Are you sure you're in the right place, Missy?"

"My name is Kendrick or Navigator Kendrick, Captain. Not Missy," she said icily. He noticed the frown on her forehead had become more pronounced than before. She was not fainthearted this one, he thought. She reminded him of Connor's mate Teri in that. He chuckled aloud. And his friend Connor had more than enough on his hand when getting stuck with such a wilful woman as that mate of his. Poor fellow.

"Prickly, aren't we?" Morgan said humorously and studied the strange creature in front of him. He had never seen a woman in uniform before. As far as he knew there were only a few women in the force, and they all served in the medical units. Very strange indeed. How had she ever been allowed to train in such a hazardous job as navigating a warship? 

Something was definitely not right here and he wanted to get to the bottom of it. He looked at the woman in front of him. Her icy blue eyes were sparkling with fury but she kept her calm. Interesting, he thought. She looked as if she would snap any moment. Wonder what could trigger her to tell the truth behind this.

"Why aren't you home with your mate?"

"I'm unmated, Captain."

"Why? How is that possible?" He glanced over her body from head to toe and tried to see if she was missing any body parts. Something must be wrong with her if she was not mated already. So far he couldn't pinpoint anything that could hint at anything wrong. She had firm breasts, a narrow waist and her youth bespoke of her being more suited to be home in bed with her mate, making steamy sex and trying every position instead of fighting a war in the outer space. He shook his head as if trying to evict that last thought from his mind.

"They have never located a mate for me. It seems he's nowhere to be found."

"Stupid fellow," Morgan muttered to himself. The man must be dead -- or blind -- or simply plain stupid. He stared at her breasts again, and felt a strong urge to touch her softly before loosing himself in her welcoming warmth. Glancing upwards to see if her lips was just as full as his fantasy, he noticed her frosty stare. She had noticed his interest and was staring daggers at him as if she couldn't wait to feed his cock to a bunch of hungry animals. His mind cleared in a second and he controlled himself as best he could. 

"Can you read maps?" he asked in a more gruff voice than he had intended. 

"I'm actually quite good."

"I'll bet you are," Morgan mumbled to himself. In his bed, with him on top of her warm and tempting body, begging him to fuck her hard and fast. He felt a distinctive tug coming from his nether regions and shook himself awake again. Damn, he had never had this much problem concentrating when a woman was around. And he had seen his share of women -- even though they were scarce. 

He had even fucked a lot of them as well, but none had affected him quite this easily. And none without intending it. This frosty woman was quite the opposite of the women he had met in the past. Especially when he considered that this one seemed to hate his bones already. He mumbled something incoherently as he swore to himself. He needed to make this work. He needed a navigator and it seems she was the only one around. That meant he would have to keep his erratic thoughts at bay.

"What did you say, Captain?" she asked.

"Oh, nothing important," Morgan answered quickly while trying to move his thoughts over to safer territories. "Okay, you're hired. We're leaving this evening. Private," he shouted for the soldier. "Show Kendrick to her new quarters!"

"Aye, Captain," the soldier replied instantly and started walking.

Morgan watched their new member of his crew give him a slight nod, before walking away as stiffly as ever. Nothing wrong with her spine, he thought. Hopefully she had a sense of humour as well, since she would be the only female onboard. She would create havoc among the crew just by being what she was: a good-looking female among sex-starved men. 

When that happened, he would have to dump her at the nearest planet and find another navigator. He wouldn't want any more trouble than he already had. And he had a sinking feeling that this female would definitely cause trouble of some sort -- and he imagined he would be stuck in the middle of those problems one way or another. 

He considered threatening his men to leave her alone, or else he would dump them on the nearest planet instead. But he quickly ruled it out. Being forbidden something was the surest way to make them even more interested. He would have to rely on her frostiness to keep them away. He sighed before returning to his duties.

***

Stage 1 was completed. She was inside of the spaceship, and as a high-ranking officer. Good, that made the rest a lot easier. Now, she was going for the kill. The Captain would not know what had hit him before she had completed her job.

No man could ever resist her little-lost-doll-look, it seems, and this man was no different. Despite his efforts to hide his reaction, she had still noticed the heat in his eyes as he looked her over. Now, all she had to do was provide his dreams with a little more ground material and the game would be on. Males were so stupid, she thought, as she opened her skin suit a little more, in order to provide the captain with a better look of the female forms he had just been busy ogling. This assignment would be much too easy, she chuckled as she prepared to attend her new duties on the bridge.

***

How was he ever going to get some work done after that woman had entered the ship? Morgan wondered as he made another unwilling glance at the cleavage of the woman next to him. He had tried to evade looking at her for the last couple of days, but it became more and more difficult. 

Right now her position provided him with a good angle to give her firm breasts a closer examination and his eyes refused to budge even though he had given himself countless orders to the contrary. If he didn't knew her better he would think she was doing this on purpose, placing herself in his vicinity and giving him small glimpses of her naked skin. 

But that couldn't be. She was still maintaining her frosty and strictly professional manner and one by one the men had backed off and left her alone as she displayed no interest in any of them.

"Alpha Centauri, that's here, so we need to take this direction," Kendrick pointed on the map.

"Huh?" was all Morgan managed to say, and quickly lifted his eyes from her chest area as she gave him her usual frown. "Yes...well, what did you say again?" Morgan said blurrily, trying his best not to blush at getting caught red handed ogling her breasts.

"I said, is this where we're going, Captain?" Kendrick asked coldly and pointed on the map again.

"Yes," Morgan replied. "We have orders to pick up some supplies for Ziota." 

"Not much fighting going on around here these days then?" 

"No, it has been quiet for a while, but the rebels on Ziota are a different matter."

"Are they? What's the problem there?"

"They have started to attack the outskirts of the city again. We thought we had arrested the majority of them last year, but it seems the leader has managed to recruit some new members lately."

"So what can we do?" Kendrick asked. "Do we go in and attack them?"

"Not yet," Morgan replied. "Our job is to discover their whereabouts and then instruct the troops on where to find them."

"Sounds easy," Kendrick smiled.

"Well, it's not," Morgan replied glumly. "They are masters when it comes to hiding in the thick forests but they won't have much chance when I install the new sensors I've ordered."

"What sensors?" 

"DMO (DNA monitoring) sensors. The best there is and excellent in detection human DNA. No one will be able to escape us after that baby is installed and working." He didn't notice the sly smile she was wearing as she turned away from him.

***

Morgan felt someone stroking his naked backside as he lay drowsing on his bed. Around him the fresh air felt warm and a flowery scent was stroking his senses with awareness. He kept his eyes closed and simply lay enjoying the feeling of utter contentment and the complete abandonment of duties and other assignments his mind had been constantly bombarded with since he became responsible for so many crewmembers. 

He knew he must be dreaming and he longed to stay in the sweet state as long as he could. Suddenly he realised that he had turned over to lie on his backside and the stroking hands had continued down his chest and was now rubbing his stomach and still heading downwards. The soft touch was turning into a sexual awareness mixed with a heightened urge to lose himself in a woman's soft body. He held his breath as in anticipation of what was to come. 

He felt his cock starting to twitch and he felt the familiar swelling start in his loins as the woman's hands gradually circled around his cock, but without touching him directly where he wanted it the most.

"Touch me," he growled suddenly, hoping she would respond to his command.

Instead he heard a soft chuckle as the hands slowly massaged his upper thighs and was slowly coming nearer to his centre. He spread his legs a little further and he felt her hands massage his inner thighs, but never quite touching his balls or his straining cock. He felt his cock getting thicker and thicker, and a warm breath was felt at his cock head. He almost jumped up from the bed, taking the dream woman in his hands and gives her the same teasing treatment that she was giving him. 

He groaned out loud, and as if she had understood his frustration her hands finally moved to his shaft and started rubbing up and down his hardened member. He gasped in surprise, and felt his cock becoming ever harder as he arched his back to her touch. Still, she kept her touch so light it felt as if a couple of butterflies were moving across his skin. He lay back and resolved himself to endure her torturing him. Letting himself enjoy the feeling of simply being touched by another human being. She roamed her hands down alongside his cock, before tightening her hands around the root of his cock, making him gasp as pleasure poured through him. Cupping his balls in her small hands, he groaned loudly. 

"Stars," he moaned. "Touch me harder." 

Again he heard a soft chuckle but this time she did as he requested and folded her hands around his hard cock, squeezing his stiff member and making him breath heavily as she started pumping his flesh slowly up and then down along his cock again. Holding tightly around him, he felt enveloped by her warm flesh, as if he was already inside of her. Only the cold air hitting his skin made him aware of this being a one-sided trip to pleasure.

"Come. Sit on top of me," he groaned out loud. "Let me pleasure you as well," he offered as he arched his back and making her move her hands down to the root again.

He anticipated her taking advantage of his offering and in his dream state he hoped he would continue dreaming as he felt her tight cunt surround his hard cock, letting her ride him into oblivion and start all over again. Instead he felt her move around a little and as he worried that she might leave him altogether, he reached out and felt for her warm body. Before he managed to grab at her he felt a warm pair of lips surround his cock head and a strong sucking motion was felt around his cock as her warm mouth enveloped a couple of inches of his cock.

He gasped in shock and every coherent thought was long gone as he lost himself in the warmth and the pleasure that surrounded his entire body. He reached out and held her face between his hands, trying to steer her movements as he surrendered to the inevitable as she continued sucking him hard. Quickly he felt his entire body heading into a downward slope, and every muscle was strained as he gave up all hope of holding back and last any longer. 

He held her tightly to him, moving his hips to her movement, fucking himself in her tight mouth and gasping every time her tongue hit the small fold beneath his cock head. Very soon now, he thought. Very soon. His breath hitched and he prepared for the final deep strokes that would force him over the edge, when suddenly he made a jerking motion and opened his eyes. 

No one was there. He scanned the room. No sign of any tempting female creature bound to pleasure. He sank back on the bed where he had slept. The woman was a fiction, but his aching cock was only too real. 

"Damn it," he swore loudly. "Damn, damn, damn." He stared into the grey-coloured ceiling of his cabin. Where had the soft woman gone to? And why couldn't he have slept just a little longer? He glanced around the room. No sight of any woman. He sighed and tried to close his eyes and return to the pleasant dream again. No such luck. The image was gone and something or someone had clearly awakened him. Most likely a sound of some sort.

"Damn it," he swore again and heard his voice sounding harsh and filled with arousal. He noticed the curtains to his storeroom moved a little, but he didn't care about it. Right now he had some more pressing needs, he thought as he gave his hardened cock an angry stare. 

***

That had been really close, Eva thought as she stood as quiet as she could behind the curtains. Thank god she had noticed him stirring awake and managed to hide herself in time. Who knew what he would do if he found out she was roaming through his cabin in the middle of the night. She was trying to locate every piece of information that could help them in their cause, but this time she had probably gone too far. But seeing him laying stretched out on the bed, completely naked had seemed like an invitation she was hard-pressed to leave behind. 

She had heard his moans and thought about him having a wet dream. Just as she thought the other few nights when she had heard the moans coming from the other side of the wall. From the side where she knew his cabin was. 

She wondered what he was dreaming about to make him moan like that. Moving closer to the bed she had noticed his hardened cock, and before her eyes his size had increased even more until she was staring at him with a fascinated and frightened look. What would it be to have him inside of her? To have him make love to her in real life - not just in her dreams? Would he be thoughtful and skilled, or would be simply be like most men she had met and only concentrate on himself and his own pleasure?

She had watched in awe as he groaned in his sleep, throwing his blanket further away from him, giving her a full view of his entire body. She had swallowed a gasp as she took in the whole extent of his well-muscled body, his strong thighs and a chest rippled with muscles. He was even better endowed than his skin suit had portrayed. So strong looking she had felt small and womanly all of a sudden. To have such a strong man stand between her and the world would be ecstatic to say the least. To lie in his arms and feel his strength envelops her. 

She had felt a strong longing all of a sudden. A longing to return to the innocent child she had once been. Before the war and all the fighting had stripped away her inner softness and made her into the survivor she was today. She swallowed hard. No, she mustn't think of what could have been. She couldn't afford to become weak now. There was so much more to do.


Surrender Ch. 01



There are certain things in life that you never see coming. I never in a million years would have imagined myself doing the things I am about to divulge to you, but I never knew what it was like to be completely owned by emotion either. The idea of living to please someone else was incomprehensible, incomprehensible, until him. 

I was 21. Just coming into my own and finally hitting my stride in life. Tall, full figured, long golden curls, piercing green eyes, and soft pouty lips. Men, as a rule, were drawn to me. I never had trouble getting attention, and to be honest it was more of a curse than a blessing; having been paid far too much attention, far too young. At this point however, I had come to embrace my past. Though shy, and insecure, I felt confident sexually. 

After a very bad relationship and an even worse break up, I found myself on a popular website for personals. I needed attention, distraction, love, anything! Desperate to drown myself in someone else and forget every feeling from the past year, I posted an ad:

BBW seeking someone fun, open minded, and easy on the eyes. Not looking for anything specific, but open to possibilities. 21 years old, I work I drive, I bathe...what more can you ask for?

A flood of emails came in over the next 24 hours. There were hundreds of desperate, old, pervy men. I'd seen more photos of cock in that one day than I had in my entire life. In a word...overwhelming. However, a sparse few were charming and seemed relatable. One in particular struck me. Potpoppa, a name that made me laugh in itself, had sent a face picture, along with a witty, funny, sentence that made me want to know more. 

We exchanged emailed for weeks. It was so nice to laugh and not feel judged by anything. I flirted with him HARD. Soaking in the sweet silver tongued man, and finding myself day dreaming about what it would be like to be near him. Not being able to take the suspense anymore I asked to meet him. 

It was January 27th. The day after my birthday. We had plans to meet, I was going to his house to watch a movie and put a face with the correspondence. Around 8:00 pm , I pulled into the driveway and knocked on the front door. After a moment he appeared tall, shaved head, crystal blue eyes with a broad/athletic build. He smiled wide and welcomed me in, hugging me almost instantly. He smelled of Irish springs and a faint cologne ...maybe old spice. 

The entry went right into the living room where there was a long chocolate sectional couch, a fireplace, and the tv standing by with the movie menu. It was warm and welcoming. I walked towards the couch, his right hand falling to my lower back, guiding me to my seat. My face was becoming flush and I knew he could see it as he gave me a little giggle as we sat next to each other. He was so handsome. His eyes, kind. His face though looked his age of 42, was rugged and warm. 

As we talked his rough hands stroked my forearm. Our fingers tangling momentarily and then moving again. I felt an overwhelming electricity in his presence. His touch instantly illuminating the physical needs I had been ignoring for months. I couldn't take my eyes off of him, watching his mouth move as he spoke...wanting nothing more than to taste them. The moments of eye contact left me breathless. He knew exactly what to say, how to say it, and when to stroke his fingers across my skin to accentuate his words. Like picking strings on a guitar, methodically, melting me into a needing pool of Fuck me. 

His hand between my shoulder blades, stroking my skin gently. He leaned in and let his mouth adventure through my hair to my neck. Kissing my cheek, my jawline, my ear. His stubble tickling me, causing goose bumps that amplified every movement of that mouth I was longing for. But he wouldn't kiss me. Not directly. He teased. Looking into my eyes as he weakened my barriers of shyness until finally, brick by brick it collapsed. My hands that had been fumbling on his sides, tightening and releasing on his shirt as I went through waves of sensation, moved up and grabbed his face. Pulling his mouth to mine, I kissed him deeply. 

Moving over me, his now hard cock grinding against me through his jeans. I was trembling. Never in my life had I felt so overwhelmed by raw lust, as I was with him and I had JUST met this man. We writhed in a mass of clothing, hands, lips, and groans. Bringing each other to the brink of self control. I pushed him back into a sitting position on the couch. Grabbing at his pants and freeing him. His cock was magnificent. All 8 thick inches throbbing just for me. I swear I almost squealed in excitement. 

Slipping to the floor and onto my knees, I grabbed him. My mouth kissed the tip gently, as I looked up at him for an intense moment. Then, in slow stroking movements I worked him into my mouth. Wetting his cock fully, inch by inch as I moved lower. Taking him all the way in my mouth and holding still for a moment. 

"mmmm...good girl" he cooed, looking down at me. His hand ever so gently stroking my cheek. My pussy clenched and then warmed instantly. I let out a little whimper in pleasure and felt his cock throb at the sound. Causing another clench and moan. I tightened my mouth and we went back and forth moaning as I milked his cock with my mouth. 

Jim was close, his breathing becoming ragged, his hips thrusting. I was soaked and unbelievable close myself. I had not so much as touched my tits and I was on the edge of coming. My cunt tightening as he thrust harder into my wanting mouth. My tongue going crazy on the underside of his cock as I pulled it time after time from the warm wetness. I took him deep and felt his hand on the back of my neck. Firmly he held me there, forcing me, I pulled back trying to come up because I needed air and he pushed harder. I looked up into his eyes "that's my girl" the words escaped his lips and my eyes closed. In that moment we both exploded. 

His cock convulsed deep in my throat and I felt him pouring into me. The second I felt his release my cunt seized in pleasure. He released my neck and I pulled my mouth free moaning and clutching him as I shook to my core. His hand grasped my jaw hard, and he leaned down hissing me passionately. His tongue exploring my mouth sending me to cloud 9. Moaning into his kiss as I came down from my orgasm. He would stop, he pushed himself forward kissing me harder. Grabbing at himself and stroking his cock. He stood. I weakly on the floor below him, moved up to meet his cock with my mouth again.

"ah ah" he said pulling it away from me. 

He stood there, beautiful, strong, and sooo hot. His hand stroking his length, the head of his cock brushing over my lips. Every time I tried to stick out my tongue or take him in he pulled back. With one hand he held my face. Firmly squeezing my jaw as he stroked himself, looking into my eyes so intensely I though he could see my soul. I couldn't look away, wouldn't. 

He pushed his cock in my mouth hard. I closed my eyes and he pulled away immediately. 

"look at me" he said. So gently. I looked up, back into his eyes and he gently eased back in my mouth. 

He pumped a few times, fucking my pretty face. Watching me choke, the tears streaming down my cheeks. Stopping and stroking himself again. I kneeled, panting, needing, breathless from the excitement and choking. He began to tremble as he pounded his cock. His hand on my jaw tightening to an almost painful point. I knew what was coming...I knew it without a doubt that he was going to cum on my face. I had NEVER allowed that. I thought it was the most vile thing a man could do. But there, in front of him, I not only wanted it. I needed it. 

I never broke eye contact. I kneeled like a good girl and watched him please himself. Never once did I touch my pussy, my chest, anything. And as he broached climax, I matched him moan for moan. Struggling to keep my eyes open as waves of pleasure lapped at my dripping pussy. My hands moved to his hips, gripping him to keep myself stable. 

"open" he softly grunted squeezing my face harder and then lighter again.

My mouth reflexively opened, and he flooded my face. I watched his eyes roll back and the veins in his neck as he looked up. Losing his everything, a warm procession of streams coating my face. He looked back at me as the last couple came across my tongue. I shook uncontrollably, saturating my already drenched panties. Quaking at the very site of him. 

We finally both calmed, not moving.

"oh sweetie..." he paused

Using the head of his cock to smear the cum into my still open mouth. 

"I have never seen anything more beautiful than my cock in your mouth." He whispered. Leaning down to kiss my forehead. 

"let me get you something" he sort of giggled. I stayed put kneeling in his living room all alone. Reflecting on what had just happened, feeling more alive than I ever had. 

He returned and grabbed my jaw again. Gently using a warm wet wash cloth, he cleaned my face like a child. So loving and tender. The emotions swarming me were so conflicting and powerful at the same time. I wanted to hold him, just feel his strong arms around me and listen to him tell me beautiful sweet, mushy things. Everything was moving so fast, the evening, my feelings...it was scary and exciting. 

The experience was ruining. There would never be another time in my life that I would give a blow job and not see his face. EVER. It was better than any sex I had ever had. And it was just the beginning. We continued this for 2 years. TWO years I visited him. He never once touched me under my clothing, and I never came the way I did when I was with him. If I had known then, after 2 years, what was to come...I don't know , honestly, If I would have continued. 

*to be continued*



Surrender Ch. 01



Stephen Marshall drove with haste under the half-crescent moon and darkly lit sky full of stars that shone too brightly for his own liking. Thin, gray clouds were scattered across the black sphere of endless ebony that sank down deeply into his bones.

Freedom, his lungs craved. Fresh, dark freedom that only the atmosphere could provide for such a demanding spirit. Men of his particular eminence weren't overly found of restriction or confinement. He needed room to breathe, room to cast the dark slate of his eyes toward the horizon that seemed to stretch on for endless miles of eternity.

An eternity just waiting for him to explore.

Tonight, however, his yearning for freedom would exist only in imagination. Tonight, he had a job to do. One that required his sole attention and focus.

He wasn't one of Manhattan's hottest detectives in New York's low-profile Occult Crimes Unit for his avid daydreams that mostly took place far, far away from New York City, somewhere warm and near a beach, and where he didn't have to spend his days hunting down seventeen year old wannabe thugs and convicted criminals simply to put food on his table.

Hell, he hardly ate anyway. There was precious little time spent worrying about the trivial necessities such as food or sleep, especially when he was too busy playing the big bad cop by dodging bullets, saving the damsel in distress, or in this particular situation, driving like a bat out of hell through Times Square at three o'clock in the morning to chase a supposed murder suspect all the way from Times Tower on 43rd. street, clear past Broadway and onto 9th. Avenue.

Stephen wasn't by any means ready to keep time with Fast and Furious, but like any self-respecting city boy who spent thirty years inhaling car exhaust, smelling the pungent sweat of horses, and feeling the rush of passing cars and crowds, he knew how to handle his toys. He liked them small, fast, and compacted with powerful energy that wasn't easily tamed.

Just like his women.

After jerking the sleek black, 2012 Jaguar around a sharp bend in the road, Stephen drew his gaze to steal a quick glance toward his silent partner, Nora Simmons, who was now clutching the edge of her seat with white, ashen knuckles.

A humorous smirk formed on his handsome face as he took in the rare shift of fear swelling in her round, golden eyes and the unfamiliar strained muscles tightening in her pretty features. Her long hair was pulled back into a ponytail high on top her head, but several strands of blonde silk swayed loose to frame her heart-shaped face and too wide eyes.

Stephen resisted a laugh. "Don't close your eyes, doll face. We need to stay on this guy's ass, even if that means driving in circles all damn night."

Nora jerked to regard him with a dark, golden notice of warning. "You let me worry about his ass. Just keep your eyes on the road. There's no promotion awaiting in headquarters for cops who break laws in order to catch their man." She quickly looked back to face the windshield that was teeming with a rainbow of bright city lights and two dull, red tail beams belonging to the piece of trash 1999 Toyota Corolla that sped forward in a frantic attempt to escape their pursuit. "And don't call me doll face," she finished with a snap.

This time, Stephen glanced down at her pursed, full lips as her teeth bit down on the pretty pink shade that formed her mouth. With reluctance, he let out a raspy-throat chuckle and looked away. "Anything you say, detective Simmons."

They raced forward several hundred feet in utter silence. An occasional screech of tires and the blistering music of blaring horns seemed to echoed on for miles between his right temple and his left. Stephen pushed hard on the gas pedal that had them roaring through the intersection at a ravenous speed. Ignoring the annoying traffic lights and the countless pedestrian crossing signs, Stephen floored the Jaguar forward, uniting with the fierce vibration alerting every nerve in his body on fire. His hands were starting to sweat, his heart, calm and steady as it remained; it pumped a heavy dose of adrenaline through the thick veins in his neck, shoulders, and arms. He clutched tighter to the steering wheel as the a bright light and the sound of thunder exploded close ahead of him.

It happened so fast that Stephen barely had time to process the next few minutes in his mind. One moment he was chasing the Corolla through Times Square, and the next there was a body flying out the driver side door as the car took an unexpected left turn to crash head on into the front entrance of Forever 21.

Reacting completely on impulse, Stephen slammed on the brakes, nearly flying through the dashboard and sending his partner screaming through the small glass front that was their sole protection from the massive waves of fire spurting out from the shimmering Corolla that was now rapidly fading behind a thick gray wall of smoke and fire.

More fire rolled out from under the car; smoke piled high into the sky as Stephen cursed aloud and braced himself for the impact of slamming straight into the back of the flaming Corolla.

Nora screamed from somewhere beside him, but the sound of steel and metal jolting against each other at 80 mph, and the violent shriek of shattering glass was enough to deluge all other sounds.

Stephen spit out the bitter taste of his own blood from the corner of his mouth as he moaned deep in the back of his throat. There was a permanent indention of his right knee in the center of the crumpled dashboard. He couldn't move it. His left remained untouched, although bright red blotches of wet liquid bubbled up through the thick denim of his jeans from shards of glass piercing his leg and thigh with its fragile torture.

He sucked in a labored breath before turning to look at Nora.

She was lying very still in the passenger seat beside him. Her face was splattered with blood, as well as her clothing and the entire interior of his Jaguar. Her eyes were closed shut, but there was a steady pulse that moved her chest up and down in a slow pattern that meant she was alive.

"Nora?" Stephen's voice came out a hoarse rasp that sounded entirely unnatural. He tried moving his arms, luckily finding them able to move about with little pain. He placed one hand on Nora's arm and lightly shook her. "Nora?" he called again, only to be answered by silence.

She quietly stirred, but it was apparent she was lost to sleep.

Stephen mumbled a foul curse as he attempted to move his legs. A paralyzing pain shot up through his body that felt like dancing knives sawing through the thick layers of skin, muscle, and bone. But he ignored it. He continued to work his legs free until his mind was close to drifting away to exist somewhere far in the untamed folds of his imagination.

But just as his eyes started to close, he heard a male voice spring to life from somewhere behind the eerie background of gray and black smoke.

With as little movement as possible, Stephen turned to peer out his shattered window to see a tall, lean figure staggering forward in his direction. It was apparent that he was injured; no man could throw himself out of a moving vehicle onto concrete pavement and live to talk about it. But there he was, breathing, walking, bleeding, but fully alive and still holding the .22 caliber weapon he had used to shoot the clerk at the local gas station he had been accused of robbing.

Whatever the odds, the man was alive.

And he was headed in Stephen's direction.

Swallowing another low curse, all Stephen could think about was Nora. It would be impossible to pry her out of the car before this crazy psychopath could blow their brains all over Times Square. Even with the faint drum of police sirens howling in the background, Stephen knew he was running out of time.

With a loud grunt that set his leg on fire, Stephen did his best to lean over the limp Nora until his larger body was completely shielding hers from the man's view. He reached down under her seat to sort through the remnants of broken glass and torn up metal, to finally grasp the hilt of her Glock between shaky hands. He aimed, counted to three, and then fired the single bullet lodged deep in the chamber toward the approaching man, who was close enough to raise his own weapon.

Stephen fired first, missing the man by less than an inch. Not bad, considering he was on the verge of unconsciousness, and completely warped into an unnatural position that would be nearly impossible to hit the broad side of a barn.

But one bullet was all that he had. And now it was lost, as well as all chances of him making it through this one alive.

The man sneered a vicious gleam that looked borderline barbaric behind streams of blood draining down the sides of his face, and his long, uncombed hair thrown about his ugly features as he slowly made his way to the destroyed Jaguar. "Go to hell," he nearly shouted, lifting his arm to point the tiny round barrel through the shattered window.

Stephen refused to close his eyes; he merely stared at the stranger who was willing and ready to end his life. But then something beneath him stirred and a soft, timid voice cut through the silence before the loud blast of gunfire numbed a large part of his hearing.

"You first," Nora hissed before pulling the trigger of the Glock she held out in her hands that sank the bullet heart deep in the center of the man's chest.

Even after a squad team of police officers, a few men from homicide, two ambulances, and three different fire trucks made their way to the scene, Stephen still wasn't entirely certain what had happened.

He and Nora were carefully pried a part from the demolished sports car, where they now lay on separate stretchers being prepared to load in the back of an ambulance.

Stephen turned his head to look at his partner, who was securely strapped down to the incredibly uncomfortable mattress. "You were awake the whole time, weren't you?"

She couldn't move her head, but her golden eyes shifted in his direction. "Seemed like a good plan to me."

"The next time someone sticks a gun in my face, I would appreciate a little communication."

This time, it was Nora's turn to laugh. She turned her head as far as she could to pierce him with another one of her phony warning glares. "I just saved your life, detective Marshall. The only thing I want to hear from of you is a nice long thank you in the forms of dark chocolate and red wine."

Stephen's lips spread a part in a cunning smile. "Is that all, detective Simmons?"

Nora's eyes narrowed with mischief as the paramedics began lifting both stretchers in the back of the ambulance. "We shall see, doll face."

Two weeks later.

Rain poured heavily on the hood and down the sides of his patrol car as he slowed down to parallel park along the crammed street right outside of Nora Simmons's brownstone. The rain was coming down so hard that he could barely make out the small black numbers on the front door to indicate that he had successfully arrived at his destination.

Perhaps he should have called first, but one quick glance at the three story building was enough to conclude that every light in the house was turned on, prompting his suspicions that Nora was home. Still, it would have been courteous to announce his intentions of stopping by after two weeks of zero communication from his partner.

But Stephen wasn't ideally the formal, classy, gentlemanly sort of guy. Hell, he wasn't above making rude gestures or using foul language in front of strangers; their offense had little, if any, effect on him. He was a man who spoke his mind; he didn't give a shit what anyone thought about him. Call him arrogant, cocky; whatever it was, Stephen had every intention of releasing some of that male ego authority on the one and only woman who could push his buttons without even saying a word.

But that was just it.

Nora hadn't spoken to him since they were both escorted from the crime scene that took place nearly two weeks ago on Times Square. She hadn't returned his messages, she hadn't shown up at work, and even Sargent Weller was clueless as to her peculiar, remote behavior that was extremely abnormal for Nora.

Something was up. And Stephen was determined to go to extreme measures to find out.

Which was why he was here, showing up outside her home, unannounced and uninvited with two bottles of red wine and a large bag of dark chocolates, a simple as a peace offering that she wouldn't slam the door in his face and tell him to go to hell.

The wine and chocolate were merely a bribe. But then again the woman had saved his life. The least he could do was oblige her requests and treat her to a relaxing evening, while he thoroughly intended to probe her with questions until she confessed her reasons for avoiding him.

Okay, perhaps relaxing wasn't quite the appropriate word, but Stephen was determined to crack her, even if it meant risking the vile taste of wine and the unhealthy aftermath of consuming chocolate all damned night.

After putting the car into park and turning off the engine, Stephen tucked his Glock behind the waistband of his jeans and grabbed the bag of wine and chocolate before opening his door. He sprinted through the white mist of pouring rain that beat wildly against the sidewalk, and was starting to flood the ditches on either side of the street.

Hastily walking up the five steps that led to Nora's front door, Stephen reached out to bang on the large brass knocker when he noticed the door was cracked open.

Unease shifted in his dark eyes as he shook his head to release the droplets of water draining from his hair and face. He rapped his knuckles on the wooden door, then upon hearing nothing in return, he pounded on the brass knocker.

Still nothing.

Regarding the silence as an unspoken welcome, Stephen pressed his hand to the door and pushed it open. He wasn't exactly certain what to expect, but dark red walls, white carpet, oak furniture, and classical music playing loudly in the distance, wasn't it.

Nora had always seemed the average, plain-Jane sort of gal. She never wore makeup, her hair was always pulled back into a ponytail; her clothes mainly consisted of brown or black khakis, and she always wore a jacket, no matter what the weather, that reached her waist and completely covered her chest. She was attractive enough, but most definitely not the sort of woman whom Stephen enjoyed waking up to after a long and exhausting night of promiscuous sex.

But adding to his confusion, Stephen slowly entered the house that was anything but Nora, and made his way into the small foyer that quickly merged into a vast living area. A caramel-colored sofa and love-seat sat side by side in adjacent to the tanned-colored recliner and oak coffee table. Fake plants decorated the floor and some of the furniture in vibrant shades of greens that matched perfectly in contrast to the dark red walls and shiny tile paneling.

Stephen breathed slowly as he made his way into the living room and contemplated whether or not he had invaded the wrong house. But as he turned to regard the broad stairwell to the right of him, he noticed a picture on the wall of Nora and an older woman, who were smiling and locked in a mother-daughter embrace while standing on a beach in front of the ocean.

Relieved that he wasn't breaking and entering a perfect stranger's home, Stephen quickly decided it was time to make his presence be known. "Nora?" He set the bag of gifts down on the coffee table before making his way toward the stairwell. "Nora, are you home?" He wasn't certain she would be able to hear him over the loud music that seemed to be playing from upstairs.

Shit.

He didn't want to scare her. Perhaps she was sleeping or in the shower. Any woman, cop or citizen, would freak out if a strange man suddenly appeared in her bedroom without any heed of warning.

Perhaps he should have called first.

Not that it would have made a difference. Nora wasn't answering his calls, which was all the more reason to quite fucking around and charge the staircase like a trained, professional cop with seven years of experience under his belt.

Squaring his shoulders, Stephen took the first two steps before a shimmering sparkle of light drew his attention to the study, where another recliner was tipped over on its side, and shards of broken glass lay spread across the floor.

Halting in his tracks, Stephen felt his heart speed with anxiety as he stared at the pile of glass. "What...the fuck?" He looked for the source of the glass and found a single oak book shelf inside the study with the front door smashed to pieces. The door to the study had a hole pushed through the center, with tiny flakes of wood mingling among the glass particles.

Stephen's heart raced, this time settling high in his throat as he reached around to grab his Glock. He wrapped firm fingers around the stock barrel and took the steps at a slow, easy pace. He held the gun out in front on him, his eyes solely focused on the top of the stairwell that led to a small hallway with three doors on one side. The first door was small and narrow, as if entry to a linen closet; Stephen ignored it. He pressed forward to the second door, which was cracked open to reveal a bathroom; a marble counter top and a large mirror hanging on the wall that allowed him to see the bathtub filled clear to the brim, with dozens of lit candles flickering around the entire circumference, as well as on the counter, the stool, and on the floor.

Narrowing his eyes, Stephen passed the bathroom and crept closer to the last door, which was also propped open to reveal the source of the music, dim lighting, and a dark shadow shimmering into view that looked all too familiar.

Stephen fought the urge to lower his weapon, but many years of working crime scenes quickly dominated his natural born senses by forcing him to hold tightly to his gun as he pushed the door completely open with his foot.

There, standing nearly five yards away, stood a woman with a familiar face, but with a strange, panicked expression smothering her petite features with a startling emotion that Stephen had seen far too many times in his particular line of work.

Fear.

And not only was she pointing a gun in his face, but she was also naked. Completely and one hundred percent naked.

"Shit," they both swore in unison.

"Steph...what the fuck?" Nora shouted before lowering her weapon and turning to wrap herself in a towel.

Stephen was momentarily knocked speechless.

Which didn't happen often.

He didn't even lower his gun; he merely stood there, his mouth hanging wide open and gawking like a fifteen year old school boy who had just seen his first tit.

"I...uh...I was just..." He stumbled over his words, finally managing to lower his weapon and place it back inside his jeans without blowing a hole in his ass. "I'm sorry." His voice was shaking with embarrassment. "I didn't mean to..."

"What are you doing here, Stephen?" Nora demanded, clearly pissed by his bold intrusion. She finished wrapping herself inside the barely-there towel that left little to the imagination.

Only he didn't have to imagine it.

He had seen her. All of her. He had just seen Nora Simmons naked. His partner...Nora...had been standing in front of him naked.

Stephen cleared his throat and attempted not to stare at her long legs that looked both well tanned and athletic; he failed, and then gradually lifted his gaze to study the plump swells of her breasts pushed up behind the knot she had tied in her towel. Her hair was down for the first time, left long and wavy across her slender, tanned shoulders that looked soft and firm.




Surrender Ch. 01



Damn...who knew?

"I...wanted to talk to you." His voice was slowly shifting back to its normal, raspy edge. "I've been trying to call you. Why haven't you answered?"

Nora looked at him with a perturbed expression, as if expecting him to read her mind. She had one hand resting on the curve of her hip and the other stretched to her side. Her hair fell down to frame her heart-shaped face in blonde waves that softened her already feminine features that made her look more like a beach-blonde, surfer babe, rather than a bad-ass cop, who could tackle a man to the ground at a dead sprint, or climb up a ten foot fence with barely a struggle.

Nora's expression softened the longer she stared at him. "Because I changed my number. I never received your calls."

"What?" Stephen asked, shocked. "Why? Why didn't you tell me? Sargent Weller is going to be pissed when he finds out. Why haven't you told headquarters...?"

"Stephen," Nora quickly cut him off. She lifted both hands to run through the long length of her hair before taking a frustrated step forward. "I'm no longer Sargent Weller's concern, or yours, for that matter." This time she placed both hands on her hips and bit down on her lower lip, which Stephen had observed as a subtle habit to defuse her nerves. "I'm no longer an Occult Crimes Unit officer." She fidgeted from under his chastising gaze. "I'm sorry; I should have told you." She threw her arms down as if exasperated and started to walk past him, but Stephen reached out to grab her arm.

"What the hell is going on with you, Nora?" His grip on her arms tightened, forcing her to look at him. "Tell me."

She lifted her hands as if to push him away, but quickly let them fall back down to her sides. "Stephen, please. Let's not make a big deal out of this."

"No," he nearly shouted. "After two years, after all that we've been through; I deserve an explanation." His raspy voice turned bitter as he glared at her. "You owe me that much."

Nora looked up at him with sad, golden eyes that held far more secrets than what she clearly intended to reveal. "I need to get away from here."

"Here?" he shouted.

"New York." Her voice was surprisingly firm. "There's too much crime. It's too cold, too loud, too busy, too many people. I need peace and quiet."

Stephen let go of her shoulders and glared down at her. "I get it." His voice turned deep and harsh. "You're running away from something."

She jerked to regard him with another phoney warning glare. "Don't make the mistake by thinking that you know me, detective Marshall." Her golden eyes beamed with anger, with fire, with fear?

"I do know you, detective Simmons," he countered loudly, no longer able to contain his frustration. "Or at least I thought I did." He couldn't help but to glance down at her barely clothed chest. Her heart was racing; her breasts pushing hard against the knot in her towel. He could see the thin vein on the side of her neck pulsing; her breathing was fast, too. She was hiding something.

And then he looked closer. There, hiding behind the long flays of her hair, he caught a glimpse of a bruise on her collar bone. It was fairly big, and matched perfectly with the two smaller bruises on the opposite side of her neck.

Finger bruises.

Stephen didn't allow his gaze to linger; he merely glanced at the floor before placing his hands on his hips. He stared at the carpet unseeingly, and then quietly turned toward the door as if to leave. Glancing over his shoulder, he noticed her expression shift from defiance to fear, and then he immediately halted in his tracks. "I just have one question." He lowered his voice and pivoted in time to see a single tear slide down the side of her face. "What happened in the study?"

Seemingly caught off guard by his question, Nora regarded him with wide eyes of golden flames that had all but lost their vibrant glow of light. "We...uh...I had an accident."

Stephen turned to face herr. "We?" He reached her side and stared intently at her, holding her wavering gaze that seemed to tremble beneath him. "Nora," he said again, this time more demanding. "Who is 'we'?"

"Calvin," she said quietly.

Stephen wrinkled his forehead in confusion. "Your boyfriend?"

She averted his gaze. "He's not my boyfriend. He was an acquaintance." She tried to brush past him. "Look, Stephen; it's none of your business..."

Stephen grabbed her by the hand and pulled her into him. "As far as I'm concerned you are still my partner. Therefore you are my business." He continued to hold her hand, partially to keep her from trying to escape him, but mostly because he could feel her trembling. It didn't take a genius to recognize a frightened woman, no matter how brave or tough she appeared on the outside.

When she didn't answer him, he lifted his other hand to brush away her hair, where he gently lay his hand on her collar bone. "Did he do this?" He spoke low and calm, uncertain if she would recoil from his touch and slam a hard fist into his gut, or to reach for her Glock and plant a bullet into his heart.

But much to his dismay, she only looked at him. "It's not what you think." Her voice was still uneven, although more firm. "I let him do it."

Stephen blinked his response. "I don't understand."

She wiggled out of his embrace to take a few steps back. "Calvin and I met six years ago while working on a murder case."

"He was a cop?" Stephen asked, surprised.

"He still is," Nora said softly, shocking him even more. "Although he transferred to Detroit a couple years back and works mostly bail bonds, now. He was my partner before you were, and as you are well aware of there were a lot of late nights at the office and on patrol; a lot of time together. Things got hot between us and out of control." She folded her arms over her chest as if the memory either aroused or discomforted her.

Or enraged her.

"And that's why he transferred," Stephen assumed aloud between clenched teeth.

Nora nodded. "Six months after his transfer he contacted me and wanted to meet up. I couldn't refuse him." She bent her head to stare at the floor.

Stephen took a step closer, his dark eyes narrow with disbelief. "Did you love him?"

She jerked to regard him before a hint of a smile crept across her face. Her eyes flashed their usual golden tint before she parted her mouth to speak. "Calvin and I share a similar sexual interest, Stephen. That is all."

Stephen grit his teeth together to keep from slamming his fists through the wall. "So, Calvin beats you and you like it? Is that what you mean by 'similar sexual interests'?"

How had he not known about this to begin with? How had he been so blind? Two years of being Nora's partner and he knew nothing. He had picked up on zero clues. Her choice of clothing should have been a red flag.

Hello, dip-shit? Who the hell wears a jacket during the summer?

"Stephen," Nora said calmly. "It doesn't matter anymore. I have an interview next week and I'll be gone soon."

"No," Stephen said firmly, taking an aggressive step forward. "I'm not going to loose you, Nora, not because of some fuck head who thinks he can get away with beating you."

"Stephen." Nora closed the space between them and reached out to grab his shoulders. "Calvin never beat me. He never did anything that I didn't want him to."

He looked at her with a guarded expression, his eyes narrow, his hands clenched at his sides, his entire body tensed and ready to slam a hard fist into Calvin's face. But one look into Nora's golden, pleading eyes was enough to silence most of his anger. "I just don't understand," he said slowly.

She stared at him in silence, with narrow eyes that seemed to study him more thoroughly. "All right," she said softly. "I'll show you what I mean." She let go of his shoulders and walked toward the oak dresser and pulled out the first drawer.

Stephen looked at the lacy red thong and matching corset she held out in her hands.

Okay...that was nothing abnormal.

He watched her drop them both to the floor, directly on top a pair of six inch, black stiletto heels that he had somehow failed to notice the entire time he had been standing there.

Nora made her way across the room in silence, reaching the side of the bed and the night stand, where she opened the top drawer and pulled out an assessment of vibrators, dildos, anal beads, nipple clamps, genital clamps, and paddles.

Stunned, Stephen stared at the random objects that she had lain out across the bed.

Still, nothing too explicit. He had engaged in a fair number of similar toys in his own personal, intimate relations.

Nora looked at him from over her shoulder, a sly smile separating her pink lips as she reached down to pull open the second drawer. Beside the assessment of toys, she lay down a collection of handcuffs, leather cuffs, tape, riding crops, blind folds, and rope.

Stephen took a grave step forward to examine the pile of sex objects and he immediately felt his cock twitch with excitement.

But once again they were nothing too unusual.

After staring at the pile for a long while, Stephen turned his curious gaze to Nora, who was looking at him with slanted, golden eyes that seemed to encourage the swelling of his erection. He leaned against the bed and crossed his arms over his chest. "What is this, Nora?" His voice raspy with anticipation. "What is all of this?"

She took a step closer. "I'm showing you the similar interests that Calvin and I have shared over the years. You said that you wanted to understand."

"Yes," he quickly agreed. "But none of this stuff is unexpected in a long-term, sexual relationship. A lot of men are willing to use, or at least try most of this stuff." He glanced back toward the bed, his eyes lingering on the anal beads and riding crop.

Shit.

If Nora kept this up, he wouldn't be leaving tonight without using one of these on her.

Her eyes slanted again, making the bulge in his pants expand. With a confident smirk, she took a step back, brushing her foot across the floor until she hooked the long handle of a flogger, and slowly dragged it out from under the bed.

Stephen looked down to regard the long fronds of soft suede with small beads at the end. It looked used, and kinky as hell. His eyes jolted to connect with hers again.

Nora was smiling now, a tentative flash of crimson fire burning softly in her eyes. She didn't allow him time to ponder the flogger, for she was soon walking past him and toward the door, purposely brushing his shoulder ever so slightly. Her hips rocked, even when hiding behind the small bath towel that barely covered her ass.

Stephen stared after her when she turned her back to him; he couldn't resist. The sinister thought of using that flogger across her tanned, smooth skin had all but made his cock burst through his jeans. He took a step closer, then another, all the while searing her flesh with a dark haze of rising heat that he no longer wanted to contain.

Nora looked at him from over her shoulder, another hint of a smile parting one corner of her pretty mouth that Stephen actually thought about kissing. But then his eyes were abruptly diverted to look at the door bondage jam that was wedged into between the door with ropes, cables, and chains.

Holy fuck...

He swallowed hard. His heart was pounding so hard he could literally dance to its rhythm. His hands curled into fists as he took another step closer. His breathing came in short and rapid heaves. Was he panting?

"Nora," his raspy, deep voice began to shake. "I didn't know...I mean, I didn't expect..." His words trailed on.

"No," she breathed quietly. "Of course you didn't. No one does."

Stephen looked at her and barely restrained from ripping the towel off her back. He was standing close now, close enough to hear her heart beating in perfect rhythm with his own, close enough to feel the heat in her eyes melting into a golden array of building lust, close enough to smell the sweet liquid of her arousal.

"So now what, Nora?" His voice husky. "What am I supposed to do with this information?"

She grinned at him behind loose strands of blonde silk that fell to frame her face. "You tell me, detective Marshall," she purred, her golden eyes sparkling with want. "After all, I did save your life. You owe me that much." One corner of her mouth lifted into a cunning smirk, and Stephen felt his jeans cramp around the hard bulge of his cock.

Without speaking, he took one long stride forward to pull her into his arms. His fingers welded tightly into the soft folds of her hair on either side of her face. His kissed her hard, forcing her to melt into him. Her body trembled with a startled jerk that sent her stumbling toward the wall. Her back hit hard, slamming against the door with an urgent force that Stephen delivered with full demand.

He growled deep in the back of his throat, his hands tightening in her hair as he felt the towel began to loosen between them. He bit her lower lip before pulling back to regard the dark shades of lust expanding in her eyes. "Is this what you like, Nora?" His voice was deep and wanting. "Do you like a man to control you? To use you? To hurt you?"

Nora breathed heavily from the force of his kiss, as if he had choked the air from her lungs. The peppermint scent of her breath lingered in the short distance between them, forcing Stephen to press her harder against the door and claim her mouth with another powerful kiss.

She managed to break free, her breathing short and rapid and her chest beating hard against his own. She stood there, trembling. "Stephen..." Her voice was barely a whisper. "I think you misunderstood me." Her whispered purr of seduction grabbed a hold of his attention, his senses, his entire being, drawling him in with an unknown, magical force that he wasn't about to resist.

"Then explain it to me, Nora," his deep voice thundered. He lowered one hand to grab a firm hold of the towel before he ripped it off her body. With an anxious thrust, he tossed it across the room, his eyes baring down at her full breasts hanging freely in front of him.

Her nipples were already hard, tightening into tiny round beads that made his hands twitch to feel them roll between his fingers. Her breasts looked firm and soft; the perfect size to fill his palms. Tanned, smooth skin covered her toned muscles and her arms looked strong and her stomach defined and narrow. Her waist was small, and her hips expanded ever so slightly to make any man groan with hunger.

Stephen took a small step back to admire her body. God, but she was beautiful naked. He would never tire of looking at her; he wanted to touch her, all of her. The slight flare of her hips beckoned him to move forward again, this time his eyes dwelling on the short patch of blonde hair covering her sex. Her pubic hair was neatly trimmed into a long, narrow path starting at her clitoris that stopped four inches short of her navel. A nice, smooth path to trail his tongue across when he finally spread her legs on the damned bed.

"I don't like to be dominated; I like to dominate," she said while holding his hooded gaze.

Stephen moved forward to pin her against the door. "Oh really?" His hands lowered to cup her breasts, where he used his thumbs to message the plump mounds before rolling his fingers over the darker shade of pink. He took both of her nipples between his fingers, gently at first, and then upon noticing the desire growing in her features he pinched harder, relishing in her sweet moans as her breath caught in her throat. "I find that hard to believe."

He twisted harder, feeling her body jerk beneath him as he worked the tiny round beads to a hard point. He pulled at the delicate skin, flicking his index finger over the sensitive knots to arouse the first sensation of her longing pain.

"Please, Stephen," Nora moaned into his mouth. "Please do this for me."

Stephen looked into her eyes--so gold, so hopeful, so desperate and wanting. How could any man deny her?

"All right, doll face." His own eyes slanted with desire. "Get it out of your system." He released her before taking a step back. "Before I change my mind." A corner of his mouth split a part as he watched a darker shade of gold slowly consume her eyes.

There she stood, fully naked, aroused--beautiful, like nothing Stephen had experienced before. He had never played the submissive role, never allowed a woman to control him, hell; he hardly let a woman be on top. He was a man--a cop; dominating came natural for him.

But what the hell?

"Undress." Her voice changed; its was louder, more firm. She looked at him with wide eyes, both swimming with desire. She stood there, both hands resting on the wondrous swells of her hips.

Stephen reached to slide off his leather blazer. He slipped it over his broad shoulders and down the long length of his arms until it fell to the floor. He practically tore his shirt to shreds with eager hands that lifted the black fabric over his head in a matter of seconds. But when he reached the front button of his jeans, he halted at her firm voice.

"That's enough for now," she said in a low, dark voice that sounded anything but Nora. "Turn around."

With little hesitation, Stephen did as she willed him. He turned around to face the bed, his heart starting to beat faster upon not being able to see her.

"Walk forward," she commanded coolly.

Stephen dared to turn around, but choosing to appease the sexy woman behind him, he took several short strides until he was facing the foot of the bed, precisely in between two of the four posters that held up the swooping canopy of the bed.

Warm fingers were touching his back in a slow, long path down his spine. Stephen fought the urge to turn around, haul her into his arms, and throw her on the bed, but keeping his desire at bay, he stood there, allowing Nora to explore his body with lustful appreciation.

She kept touching him, moving her hands over the steep hills and low valleys of his back, shoulders, chest, and stomach. It was erotic; he had never had a woman touch him like this. And just when he was about to grab her wrists and pull her into his arms, Nora moved to stand behind him, where she lifted a dark piece of cloth to cover his eyes.

"Nora..." he started, his voice fidgety.

"Shh," she whispered, her mouth skimming across his shoulder, arousing goosebumps to lace his skin with inevitable chills. "Hold still."

Begrudgingly, he obeyed. He stood there unmoving, his breathing quickening by the second. He felt her move again, but this time he couldn't see her. He heard a shuffle of noises; first on his right side, then on his left.

Her fingers were gentle up and down his arms, the slight prick of her nails skimming across his flesh was both alarming and sensational. He didn't want it to stop. But he wasn't given much time to savor his excitement before Nora was was adding upward pressure to both his arms, conveying him to stretch them toward both posters at the foot of the bed.

Her mouth was back, planting a series of kisses on his shoulders from one side to the other in a slow, dramatic trail. "I'm going to bind you, Stephen." Her voice was a combination of both virgin and seductress. "I want you helpless."

Stephen was in no position to negotiate. Before he knew what has happening, both of his arms were stretched out spread eagle, both wrists bound tightly by some form of restriction that felt more like rope. He clenched his hands into fists, testing his strength, but finding both arms tied useless to the poles.

Damn...

He had never felt this helpless, this vulnerable--this aroused.

"Nora?" he spoke low once she was no longer touching him. "What are you going to do?"




Surrender Ch. 01



"Quiet." Nora was in front of him now, her hands trailing up and down his chest and stomach, her mouth breathing heavily against his neck, her tight nipples brushing across his skin. "I'm going to tease you, now." Her voice was low and deep. "I'm going to pleasure you, the way no other woman has dared."

Stephen thought his cock would burst through his jeans. It was uncomfortable, nearly painful. As if reading his mind, Nora's fingers twisted around the button loop of his remained attire and popped it open. She unzipped the zipper and then moved away, as if to stare at him in admiration.

Groaning with anticipation, Stephen clenched his hands again, this time turning his head from left to right, hoping to steal a glance as to where she had gone. Seeing only darkness, hearing only movement, he was caught off guard by something cold touching the center of his back.

"Are you having fun yet, Stephen?" Nora whispered from somewhere behind him.

He paused, his mind solely locked on the cold objecting touching him. But when he didn't respond, that same cold object slammed down across his back, alerting every one of his senses. "Damn," he nearly shouted.

She hit him again, this time harder. "Answer me."

"Yes," his deep voice cried. "I'm having fun."

"You wouldn't lie to me, would you?"

"Never," he breathed deeply, speaking in full honestly.

"Good." The cold object warmed upon touching his skin, but it was still cool. She trailed it up and down his spine, moving slower upon reaching the crack of his ass the was starting to show from his jeans barely dangling around his hips. She moved the object across his back in a horizontal pattern, then vertical, then slapped him again, only more gentle.

Stephen jerked, not because it hurt, but simply because he wasn't expecting it. He couldn't see her; he was blind to her savage attacks.

"Take off your shoes," she commanded.

This time, Stephen obeyed upon instant. He eagerly kicked them off one at a time; his socks shortly followed.

Another hard slap across his back. "Shit!" Stephen bellowed deeply. "What was that for?"

She hit him again, seeming to ignore his question. "Who told you to take off your socks?"

Shit. Seriously?

A half a second went by before the cold sting cut into his flesh again. Only this time, it hurt.

Not that he was willing to admit it.

Growling deeply in his throat, Stephen tensed every muscle in his body. He arched his back, only to receive another blow with the same amount of force. "Fuck!"

"Don't talk," Nora nearly shouted, hitting him again, this time along the side of his stomach.

He could feel his skin starting to burn. Something was cutting into his flesh every time she hit him. He hadn't a clue what it was: the riding crop, flogger, rope?

Whichever it was, it was certainly enough to hold and lock his attention.

He could feel warm skin brush up against him, followed by a smooth, soft purr close to his mouth. "How about now, Stephen; are you having fun now?"

Surprisingly, he was.

"Hmm," he whispered against her parted lips.

"How does the pain feel?"

Stephen moaned deeply into her mouth before sucking her lips between his teeth and gently biting down. "Good," he growled.

"Good," Nora murmured before claiming his mouth with another ruthless kiss. She pressed her lips hard against him, pressing her naked body to his chest that made his cock twitch with desire.

He felt her quiver against him. Her heart sped faster as she reached down to grab a firm hold of his cock. She lightly squeezed, and Stephen could feel the first few drops of semen spill over into her hand. "Please, Nora," he heard himself beg. "Touch me."

Nora let go of his cock long enough to slide the remainder of his jeans down his legs, where she was quick to cast them aside. "I'm going to touch you, Stephen." Her lips parted across his mouth, her tongue licking the top of his lip when she spoke. "I'm going to taste you. And if you come before I'm finished, I'm going to hurt you again." She trailed the cold, sharp object across his stomach in a deliberate path of warning.

Fuck...was she going to suck his cock? Was he not allowed to come? How long did he have to last?

With an abrupt movement, Nora was on her knees, both hands pressed flat against his lower stomach, her fingers twirling around the dark patch of hair at his naval that gradually expanded around the thick base of his cock. He could feel her breath heat the sides of his shaft. He nearly thrust forward with the hopes of ramming it down her throat, but he couldn't see a damned thing. It was a futile attempt.

And the challenge only made it more erotic.

The warm, wet heat of her mouth was driving him mad, but the light touch of her tongue licking up and down his shaft was enough to release a deep moan in the back of his throat. He stood there trembling, barely able to move. "Nora," his raspy voice whispered with desperation just as firm fingers wrapped around his cock in a chastising grip. He released a startled groan deep in his throat. "Please, Nora," he begged. "Stop this torture."

He could hear a soft chuckle escape her lips as more heat slid up and down his shaft. "Is it too much for you, Stephen?" Nora's seductive voice purred quietly. "Can you not handle this?" She began to move her hand up and down his shaft in a slow, erotic path, adding the right amount of pressure that made him bulk with the need to fuck her. "Can you not handle me?" she continued to taunt, her voice fading into silence as she took the full length of his cock deeply inside her mouth.

Stephen groaned aloud; he pushed his head back and thrust his hips forward, giving her every inch that she was willing to take. "Damn," he growled.

He clenched his hands into tight fists; every muscle in his body tensed. He struggled to free himself from the rope that spread his arms apart so tightly. His sunk his heels hard into the carpet and began thrusting deeper, in and out, faster--harder. "Shit," he breathed, relishing in the wondrous flick of her tongue as she massaged the base of his cock. The tip of his cock pushed hard against the back of her throat and the roof of her mouth; he was lodged so deeply inside her mouth that he thought he would explode any second.

"Hmm," Nora moaned aloud, sending vibrations spiraling up and down his shaft. She pulled back and began sucking his dick harder and faster, sending Stephen toppling off the edge with a violent orgasm that jolted every nerve in his body with both fire and ice.

He groaned aloud, his voice no longer his own. He thrust forward a few gentle strokes, pouring the thick liquid of his lust deeply inside her throat until she sucked him dry.

Slowly, Nora removed his cock from her mouth and stood to stand beside him. She moved to his right, where she pulled a part the rope and released his arm. Then she moved to his left and released his other arm, deliberately brushing the naked warmth of her body across his skin with every step of the way. She was behind him now, and ever so slowly untying the blind fold that quickly fell to the floor.

Stephen opened is eyes to be blinded by a bright light and the astonishing beauty of Nora's face. She was standing directly in front of him, her eyes on fire, the soft features of her face were burning with a wild spark of life that he had never seen before. Somehow, she looked satisfied, even though he hadn't touched her the entire time. This woman...set his soul on fire.

"Nora," Stephen breathed deeply before reaching out to stroke up and down her arms. "Holy fuck."

A smile split her lips a part as she took a step forward. "So, tell me, detective Marshall; does my particular sexual interests intrigue you?" Her smile was smug, but she leaned into his embrace and looked up at him with wide, golden eyes that were still sparkling with tiny flakes of fire.

Stephen could do nothing else then lean forward to press his forehead against her head. He was still breathing hard down the side of her face when he gathered his barrings long enough to speak. "I've been a cop for nearly a decade, Nora; and I've lived through some crazy shit that has nearly put me in my grave." He pulled back to look at her before lifting both hands to cup either side of her face. "But I can see now that you will be the death of me."

Nora smiled again, this time a genuine smile that made Stephen bend down to kiss her. "I feel like a selfish prick," he said after a few moments of tasting her sweet lips. He caressed the side of her cheek with his thumb before continuing. "I have yet to please you."

Nora kissed his thumb as it trailed across her parted lips. "You have, Stephen. This is how I get off." She pointed toward the rope still tied to the bed posters. Then she allowed her gaze to wander downward to the spent length of his cock. "But I'm always willing to discuss other options." She narrowed her eyes with lustful intent and threw him a sly wink.

Stephen felt his cock twitch back to life at the very thought. One corner of his mouth split a part as he bent his head to kiss her, but the loud, annoying buzz of his cell phone halted his sinister intentions.

With a irritated growl, Stephen released the tempting woman in his arms and looked around for his clothes. He found he jeans and reached into his back pocket to grasp his phone. "Fuck," he complained roughly.

"What is it?" Nora asked, all the lust and playfulness in her voice replaced by a more serious, more professional tone.

"It's Sargent Weller," Stephen said with an annoyed pitch rising his voice. "Duty calls." He reached for his jeans and shoved his legs through the rough denim. He looked around for his shirt and then pulled it over his head before reaching his leather blazer. When he was fully dressed, he looked up to see the fully clothed Nora, who wasn't looking at him when she loaded her Glock and stuck it inside the waistband of her too tight, low-rising jeans.

Stephen groaned at the sight of her. "Going somewhere?"

She jerked to look at him. "I'm going with you." Her eyes widened and lines formed on her forehead as if she were offended by his ridiculous question.

Stephen just stared at her. "I thought you were leaving New York. I thought you didn't want to be my partner anymore."

Nora threw her hair into a messy ponytail and pulled a tight-fitting shirt over her head. "Nah; I've changed my mind." She placed her hands on the slender curves of her hips and gave him a sarcastic, chastising frown. "Are you going to stand there all day or are you going to help me kick some ass?"

A slow smile curved the corners of his lips. "Let's go, doll face."

She said as she strode past him in a hurry. "I'll take a rain check on your offer later."

Stephen followed her out the door and couldn't help but to watch her ass bounce with every step. "Actually, I was thinking of satisfying your needs on the way to headquarters."

Nora halted in her tracks and turned around to glare at him.

Stephen lifted one hand to cup the back of her neck that allowed him to pull her into him. He leaned down to breathe a low, raspy whisper in her ear. "After all, I've brought red wine and dark chocolate."



Surrender Ch. 01



I can't believe I'm doing this. Adrenaline is pumping through my body, propelling me forward and making my heart race as I approach the bar. He offered to meet up at a restaurant but I was honest and told him that I would probably be nauseous meeting up with him. He was completely understanding.

I open the heavy, large door of the bar and am greeted with a cacophony of noise and jovial conversation mixed in with laughter. I am immediately overwhelmed and fight the urge to turn right around and walk out, running away from an introvert's worst nightmare.

But then I see him toward the back, patiently waiting for me. I know that life isn't like the movies. Movies are mere fiction, meant to subdue us into a stupid lull. The nervousness and irrational fear that I feel dissipates as I see the taut, expectant expression on his clean shaven face. He doesn't look up as I slowly make my way toward him, quietly and discreetly. First impressions are everything, right? I silently pray that my hair is still sleek and straight and that my make up didn't get ruined by the fierce autumn wind outside. There's no turning back now.

"Hey," I say breathlessly.

He finally looks up at me. His eyes widen as his gaze hovers over my face. He sets the phone down and smiles at me, making my stomach flutter and my knees shaky.

"Hey," he says with a deep, rich voice. "I'm sorry there are so many people. Would you like to go somewhere more quiet?"

I can't stop staring at him. It feels like I'm floating, like I'm not really present. Why did such a beautiful person read my online ad and agree to meet up with me? He could have someone more beautiful, more accomplished and less neurotic than me. I wonder if he will mention the ad right away. I can't believe a girl like you made that sort of ad. Will he be fatherly? He is, after all, in his forties. Not that it bothers me. I actually prefer that he's older. That means he'll last longer...hopefully.

I am suddenly self-conscious as I nervously smile and sit down on the chair opposite him.

"No, it's okay. I just need a glass of wine and I'll be okay."

His smile grows. "I'll get that for you. Red or white? Any particular kind?"

"You don't have to." I laugh nervously. "I like merlot, personally."

Before I can even protest, he's standing up and heading toward the bar. I take the opportunity to stare at him some more. He's wearing a grey suit like he promised, with a purple tie. He looks impeccable, sexy, and delicious. Lust tickles my lower belly, spreading down to the arousal pooling between my legs. I wonder if he feels disappointment over my appearance. I did make it clear that I'm not skinny; I'm curvy and soft. He reassures me that he prefers women with curves. Clearly, he wasn't lying because when he returns with my wine, he watches with rapt attention as I slowly sip from the glass.

"Thank you," I say once I set the glass down. "You shouldn't have."

"It's the least I can do." He clears his throat. "So...I have to say. I'm surprised a beautiful young woman like yourself agreed to meet up with an old geezer like me."

I take a quick sip of the rich, velvety wine before I say, "Well, I did say I prefer someone older than me. The older, the better."

He chuckles. "Okay. I just wanted to make sure that it's okay. Also, if you change your mind at any time, just tell me and we stop, okay?"

I gulp. "Okay."

"You seem nervous."

I shift on my seat. "I'm always like this at first. Then I get comfortable and open up."

His concerned expression slowly morphs into a smile. "Okay. Whenever you want to get going, let me know."

"Can we go now?"

I want to be alone with him already. I have the feeling that I'll be a lot more talkative once we're in the hotel room. Thankfully, the hotel is right by the bar, so we only have to walk for a minute before I find myself alone with him in the elevator. Trying to shed the heavy skin of shyness, I get closer to him and lightly run a hand over his purple tie.

"You look so good," I say.

"Thank you," he says as he looks into my eyes. "So do you."

I feel myself blush but ignore it. "Thank you."

The room is a lot bigger than I expected. It's pretty spacious with a kitchen, even. But it's hard to take in the furnishing when all I can focus on is him. Maybe it's the wine seeping through my system, but I feel less inhibited as the door closes behind us and we are finally, blissfully, alone.

"Much better," I say as I sit on the bed. "I don't really like being around people."

"Me neither."

Is he saying that to just agree with me or does he really mean it? I'm not sure. All I know is that when he sits down next to me, I feel my lust swell inside like a balloon, making me highly aware of his magnetic aura. I place a hand on his knee and slowly trail it up his thigh.

"Am I still nervous?" I ask demurely.

He smirks. "I don't sense it anymore."

I eagerly watch his face as I say, "Did my listing turn you on?"

"Yes. A lot." He pauses. "Are you a writer?"

"Maybe."

"It was very well written. It wasn't trashy. It was...elegant, almost."

His words fill me with so much joy, I almost forget that I'm trying to seduce him. Thinking of the listing I made is getting me all hot and bothered. Did I really write that sexy, explicit scene?

You come into the room wearing an elegant suit that drapes your body like a second skin. I'm waiting patiently on the bed, silent and watchful as you approach me with a pair of hungry, avid eyes. My mouth is watering for you, craving your taste. My panties are soaked from the anticipation of wrapping my lips and tongue around your hard length. I will be your little whore; no one needs to know how you will use me.

I could have made it more explicit, but sometimes the imagination does a better job of conjuring images.

"Thank you so much," I say as I caress his smoothly shaved cheek. "That means a lot to me. Can I ravage you now?"

My words must take him by surprise because he shudders as he watches me slide off the mattress and kneel in front of him. He is silent as I slowly unbuckle his belt and zip down his fly. I catch his chest rise and fall as he inhales deeply. A smile grows on my face as I softly massage him through his boxers.

"Hm, you feel rather big," I say before I kiss him through his boxers. "You're keeping a secret from me?"

To my complete surprise, I see him blush. "I don't like to show off, really."

"Well, you should."

Sure enough, when I pull down his boxes, I can't seem to stop staring at it. If I had to guess his length, I'd say he's about eight inches, but it's his girth that impresses me.

"Damn," I say. "How am I supposed to swallow all of you?"

Lust pools in my panties as I feel him shiver. I gently kiss the head of his cock, and he moans in approval when I look up at him. I keep my gaze on him as I tentatively lick his shaft, loving the gasp that escapes his lips. When I swallow him halfway, he curses.

"You can pull my hair if you want," I say. "I think it's so hot."

I close my eyes and swallow his entire length, or as much as possible since he's pretty thick. He hisses as I gag on him and start choking around his cock.

"You are so dirty," he says in a shaky whisper. "I love it."

His words make me feel so good and I'd be purring if my mouth wasn't so busy. It feels so good to pleasure someone so attractive, especially in a suit. His pleasure is my own as I happily suck at his hardness. My clit is throbbing and I'm so wet, highly aroused by the slippery sounds my mouth is making around his cock.

"Good girl," he says. "Suck it good."

I moan around his cock, entranced by his sexy, dirty talk. He starts shifting on the mattress and grabs my hair to start fucking my mouth a little harder.

"It's taking everything in me to not come right now. You're so good."

"You can come if you want," I say. "Can I swallow it?"

"If you're a good girl, yes."

That seems to set of something within him because he growls as he pushes my head down, forcing me to choke on him. I moan around his cock in approval. When his thighs start trembling, I keep him in my throat until he shudders violently.

"I'm gonna come," he whispers urgently.

Excitement rushes through me as I hear him groan and feel his warm cum spurt down my throat. I didn't really have the chance to taste him since he's in my throat, but just hearing him gasping and feeling his warm, lovely fingers coursing through my hair is enough to quench my thirst.

"That was amazing," he says breathlessly. "Now it's your turn."

Alarm spreads through me like poison. I slowly pop him out of my mouth and smile before I kiss his wet shaft.

"I'm okay," I wanted to pleasure you, babe. I feel so good knowing I satisfied you."

He stares at me blankly. "But that isn't fair."

We stare at each other for one long, tenuous second. I can tell that he's being honest because he looks genuinely concerned and even a little saddened by my words. For a moment, I'm clueless as what to do since I've never dealt with this. He is the first man who has expressed interest in pleasuring me. My eyes start to sting but I quickly recover myself by flashing him a sexy grin and planting a soft, gentle kiss on his cheek.

"Thank you for the great time," I say. "You're a total babe."

He doesn't say anything as I quietly leave the hotel room, knowing that I will never see him again.



Surrender Ch. 01



She had looked at the sleeping man again. But, not all her duties had to be boring, she had thought smilingly as she walked toward the bed. Sitting herself softly on the bed, she had reached out her hands and roamed them slowly over his warm and naked body. He felt just as delicious as he looked. She had moved her hands over his stomach and felt him move to her every touch, making her feel as if she was on top of the world, just because this man responded so easily to her every touch. 

She couldn't help herself and had moved her hands around his cock head, teasing him and squeezing her hands around him. He had responded to her touch and she could hear his breath catch as his cock hardened in her hands, making him even more irresistible to her. She gave up thinking all together and bent down and took him in her mouth. 

She sucked him slightly as the answering jerk from his cock as well as his moan, made her smile from the unhidden response he was giving her. It felt so good to have this domineering man respond so easily to her touch, she felt exhilarated by the situation. She took him inside of her mouth again and sucked him hard, barely noticing his hands holding onto her face and him responding by fucking himself on her mouth.

It was then she had finally awoken from the trance and noticed he was awakening. Reluctantly she had abandoned him just as he came awake. It was pure luck that prevented him from detecting her. He had stopped cursing now and she risked a small look over to the bed to see what he was doing. He still lay on his backside in the bed. His breathing still harsh and his cock still seemed to be as erect as before. She almost chuckled aloud. Poor man, she thought. No release and no play. What a pity to waste such a grand display. Oh well, if he would only fall asleep again then maybe she would finish the job for him.

But at the same time, she saw his hand grab firmly around his hard cock. Holding on tightly, he moved slowly from the top to the bottom, before repeating the movement. She stared in fascination as he increased the tempo and she could hear his breathing becoming harsher by every upward stroke he made. Soon, he was pumping his shaft so hard and fast she was worried he would hurt himself. He groaned softly and then she noticed his white coloured sperm pour from the top of his cock and coat his fingers. He made a few more slow strokes before he settled down with a content sigh coming from his lips.

She stood completely still as she tried to restrain her erratic breaths. Her body felt warm and moist by the fascinating scene she had just witnessed. The only thing missing from the experience was a wish of being a participant the next time, and not just a voyeur. How she longed to be the one receiving his load inside of her body. To lie beneath his hard body and have him pound his hard flesh into her warm core. 

She felt herself blush from having such ideas, to think of him in such a manner. If she should be embarrassed about something it should be for standing here lurking as he masturbated himself into release. To stand here like an ordinary Peeping Tom she felt as if she had got a glimpse beneath the surface of their tough and charming Captain.



Surrender Ch. 02



Where was everybody? Morgan wondered as he walked through the control room. The second officer was controlling the space ship, but the rest of the crew seemed to have vanished into thin air. Even the guards he had posted to prevent any intruders from entering the bridge were gone. Strange. Very strange. 

"What's going on?" he asked the second officer. "Where is everyone?"

The young man blushed slightly and stammered "I don't know, sir."

Morgan was not convinced. It was as if he knew something but didn't say it. Well, he would get to the bottom of it, either way. He started searching methodically throughout the ship.

Not long after he could hear voices coming from the back part of the ship, near the medical unit. Several blushing members of his crew were running off as he came closer. He stepped inside the medical unit and was stunned. Inside was his first pilot Kendrick standing in the middle of a group of men, putting a small bandage over the arm of one of them, while the others paid close attention to every move she made.

"You need to be more careful from now on, Mr Simpson," she declared and everyone of her court nodded thoughtfully.

"There you go," she finally declared. "Now, was there anyone else who needed a hand?"

"Yes," several of the others exclaimed ad they all started to state all the different ailments that was troubling them.

Morgan coughed loudly. "Are you all getting too sickly to do your duty? In that case I better put you on shore duty instead," he snarled at them.

A lot of stammering resulted and Morgan felt as if his entire crew had turned into snotty brats all of a sudden. It seemed they were in great need of some military discipline, and he prepared to bellow out orders to each and every one of them.

"Oh, you shouldn't blame theme, Captain," he suddenly heard Kendrick state in that sweet voice of hers.

"And why not?"

"I just helped them with some wounds and some sprained fingers that would otherwise had gone untreated."

"What? Are you some kind of doctor as well?"

"No, but I have been acting as a nurse on quite a few of the missions I've participated in."

"I'll bet you have," Morgan growled. "All right, you can continue treating the sick, but from now on I decide which one needs treatment." He turned to his men. "Now, get back to work if you can't produce a real injury!" Every one of them turned away and almost sprinted out the door. Sissies, Morgan thought. She had reduced his men to a bunch of sissies worried about a few splinters in their fingers.

"How about you, Captain?" Kendrick said smilingly. "Are you in need of treatment perhaps?"

He must be dreaming, Morgan thought, and for a moment he thought of telling her to treat the ailment in his hardened cock, but that wouldn't do.

"No, I'm fine," he growled. "Now, you get back to work as well, Missy!"

"I'm off duty."

"Then go and do something useful, then," he snarled at her, knowing he was being unreasonable, but he couldn't help himself. If he started to be nice to her, he wouldn't account for what his next action would be. He was finally alone with her. A situation he had tried to avoid for several days now. He started walking quickly toward the door.

"You sure about that, Captain? I'm sure I can give you something for those sleeping troubles you've been having."

He stopped abruptly. How did she know about his sleeping problems? "What do you know about my sleeping habits?"

"I have the cabin right next to you and the walls don't seem to be very thick. I hear almost every sound from yours."

She had the cabin next to his? What was this? Great. Just what he didn't want to hear. "And how did you end up there?" he asked her. "I seem to remember asking the private to place you in another cabin."

"I requested it," she said smilingly. "I thought that would be the safest place on the craft, if you catch my meaning."

He almost laughed at her statement. Sure, if she thought him a eunuch, sure it was safe. But he wasn't, and that made him even angrier. "You thought so, did you? Well, maybe you were wrong, Missy and should consider moving to another cabin," he stated and turned and walked quickly away from her tempting presence.

***

Eva smiled knowingly as she watched him trail off. She was getting under his skin. The plan was working perfectly. In fact, he was kind of sweet in a way. Growling and throwing orders but still she sensed a hidden decency that she had seldom met in the men she had encountered before. It made him an even easier target, she thought. 

Thankfully he was not that bad looking either. She was happy about that. She found him attractive in a manly and roguish way. That made it all so much easier. His tanned skin and the strong body only partly hidden by the tight clothes he was wearing, all in all a man she would normally be attracted to – even if she didn't have him on her agenda already. 

Her brother had been very clear on her assignment. To get the information they needed and use every weapon in her arsenal to achieve her mission. Even if it meant seducing a man she hated. Oh well, she could hate what he stood for but still admire his well-trained body, couldn't she? 

***

A few days later, Morgan was helping one of the youngest crewmembers moving some heavy crates. If he wanted to be accepted as Captain he still had to put in a days work, Morgan thought as he handed a crate to Austin. At the same time Austin lost his balance and started waving his hands. 

"Don't loose the crate," Morgan shouted as he ran to help. Austin tried to hold on to the heavy box, but at the same time he stepped on a pipe and fell backwards. Morgan jumped forward and managed to take a hold on the crate as it followed Austin down to the floor. A nail scraped along his wrist but Morgan only held on tighter as he felt a sharp sting along his arm. He looked down on his arm and noticed blood seeping through his skin suit.

"Damn it," he swore as he felt the pain sting through his arm. Austin had managed to get back on his feet by now.

"Sorry, boss," he mumbled apologetically.

"Never mind that," Morgan said lightly. "Just give me a hand here." Austin helped him place the crate on a shelf, and Morgan could again return his attention to his arm.

"Damn it," he mumbled again as he located a piece of fabric he could tie around his arm to stop the bleeding.

"Oh shit. That doesn't look too good, Captain. Let me take you to the Medical unit," Austin said almost trembling.

"Never mind that. It's just scratch," Morgan interrupted.

"But, sir. This is all my fault and you're bleeding way too much."

Morgan thought the man looked somewhat beside himself. Oh well, a trip to the doctor couldn't hurt anyone.

"All right, all right. I'll let the doctor have a look," Morgan reluctantly agreed.

***

Arriving at the medical unit, Morgan finally realised that the doctor would in this case be a person he tried his best to avoid: Kendrick. Damn, why hadn't he remembered that their regular doctor had some time off these few weeks, Morgan thought as he turned to leave again.

"What's this then?" he heard a familiar voice say behind him.

"Oh, Miss Kendrick. You must save the Captain's life or I'll kill myself. It's all my fault," Austin blurted out.

Morgan just sighed and vowed to dismiss this nut head at the very first opportunity. Or perhaps he should just leave him on the first asteroid they passed. Several of his men had gathered around to look if the Captain was dying, just as the rumour had said. He scowled at them.

"Get back to work you lazy heads. I just need a few stitches, that's all."

"Stitches? Oh no, we never use anything that primitive anymore," Kendrick informed him as she as she guided him to sit in a chair. 

"You don't? Well, then give me a fucking band aid and let's finish this. I haven't got time for this nonsense."

She ignored him and reached for his arm. Reluctantly he gave it to her and relished as he heard her gasp.

"What happened?"

"I got scraped on a nail."

"A rusty one?"

"Yes."

"Oh dear, oh dear. That's not good."

"What's wrong with that? Just stop the bleeding so I can return to the crates again," Morgan declared.

"You might get an infection. I need to give you a shot and laser treat that wound. Get undressed."

"What?"

"Take off your clothes!" Kendrick ordered. "Or you might loose that arm."

Morgan just glared at her. "You're joking, right?"

"Nope. Now, get out of those clothes or do you need any help?"

Some of his men started laughing around them. 

"She wouldn't have to ask me twice," Oliver laughed.

"I think I have a nail in my arm as well," another droned in.

"Shut up, all of you morons" Morgan bellowed. "Now, get out and do something more useful!"

The men hastily retreated but Morgan could still hear one of two unwelcome comments about 'lucky Captains' and 'smart moves'. Several of them even asked Austin where these crates could be found.

"What a bunch of baboons," Morgan said as the last one of the crowd left them. Now, he only had to cope with the nosy woman.

"Now, are you going voluntarily or do I have to strip you?" Kendrick said smilingly.

"Don't worry, I can manage well on my own," Morgan replied and started to take off his skin suit. His arm felt a little numb and he had some difficulties removed the fabric due to blood that had plastered the fabric to his skin.

"Here, let me help you," Kendrick interrupted and started to remove the fabric from his aching arm.

***

Eva had to control her hands to stop them from shivering as she touched his warm skin. If she had the chance to persuade him of the necessity in baring his lower body parts as well, she would have done it without scruples. This man made her almost lose her mind and all her inhibitions at the same time. The thought was troubling to say the least. She had never felt this way before, as if her entire body became alight just by his presence. 

She mentally shook herself. This would not do. She could not afford to display herself in front of an enemy. And he was her enemy. She just had to remember that whenever she longed for his touch. Longed for him to look at her as if she was a woman and not just a workmate. But so far he was the epitome of good behaviour. That made her angry all of a sudden. Why didn't he respond to her? Wasn't she woman enough to tempt him? Or did he only want the faceless woman in his dreams? The thought made her despair although she shouldn't really care what her enemy thought of her. As long as she got what she came for: Information. 

Still, it didn't hurt to receive some honest male response once in a while. To feel she was tempting someone to do her bidding. She stroked her hands over his naked chest under the pretext of helping him remove his suit. She heard a slight gasp and as she stared at his broadly muscled chest she noticed him inhaling sharply, could see his chest fill with air and his stomach flattening even more than before. She moved her hand slowly across one of his male nipples and smiled as she saw it tightening instantly to her touch. 

"What are you doing?" Morgan asked suspiciously.

"Examining you," she responded calmly as she ran her hand down his chest and across his stomach. He stilled completely as she moved further downwards. She noticed the increasing bulge in his lower abdomen and wanted to touch him so badly. But that wouldn't do. Instead she moved her hand to his right side and gently massaged his warm skin.

"What are you doing, woman?" he croaked out with his harsh voice. "The nail hit my arm, not my stomach."

"It pays to be thorough," she said lightly as she placed her hand on his chest again, while leaning her ear close to his chest where his heart was located. She felt it skip a beat before beating faster as she listened to the sign of his life-force. She felt an aching need to kiss his chest, to lick her tongue all over his warm and inviting skin. To get to know him in the most elemental way.

His answering moan awoke her from the trance and cleared her head at once. 

"Breathing and pulse is normal," she murmured as lightly as she could. "No sign of any infection yet, but it's still too early to say for certain." She quickly got up and moved to the nearest basin. Taking a cloth and wetting it she returned to her patient and started to clean away the blood on his arm.

He followed her every move with a suspicious frown on his forehead. She wondered whether the Captain disliked women in general or if it was just her he was so suspicious about. She almost chuckled aloud. He had some good instincts, she would give him that. 

Cleaning away the rest of the blood she could see that the wound had almost stopped bleeding. That was good, she thought as she grabbed his arm to study the wound in a better light. He tightened his muscles immediately and the bleeding started again.

"Relax, big guy," she murmured in her most silky voice. "I'm not going to hurt you."

He snorted as if that wasn't any comfort at all. "How about putting on that band aid and let me get on with my work?" he said harshly.

"Patience. You men are always in a hurry," Eva joked as she grabbed the laser and aimed it at the wound. "You know, the women would be far more pleasant if men learned the basics of patience and how to pleasure their mates."

"Is that so?" she heard Morgan snarl as she felt his muscles tense. "And what about the women's duties in the society? Wouldn't the world be a lot better if women learned to obey their mates?" At the same time she started the laser and directed it on to his wound. "Ouch, what are you doing?" he said angrily.

"Just sit still and you'll get a reward when I'm done," she said sweetly.

"You could have warned me."

"And what fun would that be?" she wondered. "Besides, you men deserve a little pain now and then for the way you treat your mates."

"Ha, I don't have a mate, so don't punish me on behalf of the rest of the male population."

"Oh well, you seemed so handy." She stopped the laser and watched her work. The wound had closed completely and the healing had already started. This would turn out well, she thought. "There you go," she smiled and gave him a slight kiss on his nose.

"What?" he said perplexed.

"You're as good as new," she laughed at him. "But stay away from spikes in the next few days. Oh, and you better take these tablets for the infection risk. In fact, I want you to take some right now," she said as she turned to grab a glass of water, before she handed him both the pills and the water.

He just stared at her. Dumbfounded as he sat back in his chair. "I'm not a child," he growled suddenly. 

"I think I have noticed that already," Eva replied. "Now, take the pills or I suspect you will probably just throw them away." 

"Will I get a reward then?"

"You already got one."

"What? You mean that peck on my nose was meant to be a reward?"

"Of course. Aren't you satisfied with that?"

He gulped down the pills. "No, I'm not," he stated before grabbing her hands and dragging her to him in a quick motion that made her lose her balance. 

She would have fallen if he hadn't grabbed her and placed her on his lap, just as his mouth covered hers in a hard kiss. She felt her lips tingling as he devoured her mouth, making her squirm by the sheer energy that was moving through her body. Her breath catching as she let herself be led by him as he carefully nibbled at her lower lip, teasing her to hold on tighter to him. 

Sensing her hunger, he covered her lips again and kissed her hard as if demanding her ultimate surrender to his prowess. Her body felt like jelly and she clung to him, not wanting to stop and the thought of giving herself to this man was becoming an all increasing demand from her body. She lifted her lips slightly away from his and gasped as air was finally filling her lungs again. 

At the same time, he placed his hands around her hips and lifted her up as he rose himself into a standing position. Making sure she could stand on her own two feet, he slowly released her from his grip. She was staring at him, spellbound, as he covered his body with his suit again.

"Now, that's what I call a proper reward," he said and winked at her, before he walked out of the room, whistling as he walked away from her.

Oh my god, Eva thought as she tried to collect herself again. Her hands going to her lips and feeling the tingling still there as if her body still remembered what his lips felt like. She felt flustered and warm all over. Agitation streaming in her veins and need – pure and irritating - need pounded through her system. 

He had played her, and played her well, that was for sure. And she hadn't even seen it coming. That had to be it. If she had been prepared, he wouldn't have had this effect on her, she tried to convince herself. Oh well, the game wasn't over yet. Only, she needed a cold shower and a long masturbation session before she would return to be herself again. 



Surrender Ch. 02



Chapter 2: Acceptance 

How long has it been since you left me here -- blindfolded, gagged, wrists bound & secured above me, my ass full with your plug? Half an hour? Longer? I have no way of knowing. The scent of sex and hot wax still lingers, and I can smell my own sex dripping with desire, but there are no sounds. No clock ticking, no music -- just my breathing.

My Master -- the main ingredient in the secret of my life. If anyone else knew what we were up to...

But no one does.

My arms ache. My mind spins as I try to forget how I've disappointed you. I want nothing more now than to please you. A small whimper escapes my mouth -- and is immediately answered with a light slap across my face. My heart soars. You're here!

"Easy, now. You've performed well. You didn't try to free yourself though you thought you were alone. You are ready."

I wonder silently...ready for what?

"Now then...be still and quiet."

I feel hands -- not yours! -- reach up and release my arms from their place above my head. These hands are soft and small...a woman's? The binding on my wrists remains in place.

The hands touch my shoulders and trace their way down my arms...back up again to my neck, and down my chest to my breasts. I feel my luscious, brownish-pink nipples tighten in anticipation. These lovely, exquisitely skilled hands begin to massage my breasts...I've never had a woman touch me this way. The sensation is unequaled.

"Come now," you say, and lead me by my wrists to...where? It's difficult to walk with the plug in my ass. My muscles clench trying to keep it in.

"That's right...if you lose that toy I will be quite upset."

I feel the riding crop brush across my ass...I can only assume it's the woman wielding it. A gentle nudge at the back of my legs tells me to step up again. This time, my knee hits...a bed? I climb on, careful not to lose the plug. I want very much to lie down, but I dare not. I remain there, on my knees, awaiting your instruction.

"You've trained her well," the woman says. Her voice is like honeyed mead...thick and sweet and a little intoxicating. Her words stroke my senses.

"Thank you. She was difficult at first," you say, "but she's certainly come around. I have a feeling she will work out just fine. Shall we begin?"

The gag is removed. I inhale deeply and lick my lips. My jaws ache, and I relish the pain, as I know it pleases you.

I feel the riding crop as it traces its way from my ass across my back to my shoulders. The slightest pressure indicates I need to drop to all fours. I do so and feel the woman's hands caress my ass in a sign of approval. Without thinking, I moan lightly and arch my back, encouraging this exotic, unknown woman to keep touching me, exploring me...

"Insolent girl!" you say. "You show such disrespect to your Mistress. You shall have to be punished. However, my punishments don't seem to be working. Perhaps I'll revert to a more basic measure...

"Elbows down! Ass in the air! Not. One. Sound."

I do as I'm told; closing my eyes tightly behind the blindfold, bracing myself for whatever is next.

I hear the distinct sound of leather being freed from fabric. That is the only warning I receive. Your belt connects with my ass once! Twice! Three times! I hear the "CRACK" as the leather touches my skin. Tears of shame pool in my eyes. I dare not cry out. I owe you more than that. I silently weep.

As quickly as it began, the punishment ends. The plug is gently removed and the woman begins to rub something into the welts that I know are starting to rise red and fierce against my pale, sun-starved ass.

I am rolled onto my back. My ass stings as it hits the sheets. My legs are spread, knees in the air. The woman begins to work my pussy with her soft, small hands. First, one delicate finger traces the outer lips, then it dives into me, seeking my heat. You murmur words of approval to the woman. I realize then she must be the alpha slave you've told me about. Charlotte. She continues to finger fuck me as her other hand reaches for my breast. This Charlotte has skill...I begin to moan, and then remember my place.

"It's alright. You have my permission to take pleasure in all Charlotte wishes to do to you."

"Thank you, Master," I say between moans. I can tell she has two or three fingers inside me now as her mouth closes on my clit. I raise my hips to meet her and feel you join us on the bed. As Charlotte's tongue flicks across my clit, you reach over and pinch my right nipple -- hard! The extra sensation puts me so close to the edge...I know you said I could experience pleasure, but I'm not sure how much...

"Master?"

"Yes?"

"I'm so close...may I cum?"

"You've done very well today," you say as you place your rock hard cock on my lips. "You can cum when I do, and not one second before."

I take you in my mouth -- it's so hard to concentrate with my pussy being worked like it is...I'm so fucking wet I can't see straight, and my passion increases as I lick & stroke you with my mouth. I want to touch you, to see you, but my hands are tied. I reach above my head and maneuver my hands to the base of your cock. One hand caressing your balls while the other strokes you. All the while my mouth is full of you and my pussy is filled with Charlotte's skilled fingers.

"Lick my balls" is the command, and I obey hungrily. I feel your hand replace mine on your shaft as you begin to stroke yourself to the rhythm of Charlotte fingering me. I writhe under you, eager to please and just as eager to cum.

"May I swallow, Master?"

"You may."

I'm almost over the edge...Charlotte is devouring me now...lapping up my pussy juice as if it were nectar of the Gods.

"Get ready, slave. If you don't cum with me I won't permit you to cum at all."

Between short breaths of ecstasy and having your sack in my mouth I'm able to say, "I'm ready, Master."

Charlotte's tongue increases the intensity of its ministrations to my clit, and she slides at least two or three fingers back inside me...in & out...in & out...fucking me with her hands and mouth.

Just then I feel your cock get harder (how the hell is that POSSIBLE?) and I know you're about to fill my mouth with your sweet seed.

"Open!" you say, and I obey, ready to take it all in. Your orgasm comes in waves, filling my eager mouth with the salty sweet taste of you. This sends me right over the edge and I cum...thrusting my hips into Charlotte's face, grinding against her hand and trying not to bite down as I moan.

Your body stops shuddering and you withdraw your luscious cock from my mouth. Charlotte withdraws her mouth & fingers at the same time, and I am left spent & empty.

"Oh yes, m'Lord. She will work out nicely," says Charlotte. She leans down and kisses me deeply, and I taste myself on her lips.

My wrists are unbound. I rub them, trying to bring some circulation back.

"When you hear the door close, get dressed and leave. Your lesson has ended, but only for today. The next one won't be this easy."

"Yes, Master."

I hear two sets of footsteps trail away, then a door opening and slamming shut. I remove my blindfold, locate my clothes, and slowly make my way to the door wondering what my future holds in store...



Surrender Ch. 03



A few days later they arrived at Alpha Centauri. They started the work of loading the new sensor and a wide variety of supplies that was bound for the Ziota colony. After a long day of hard work, most of the men took advantage of their evening off and went in search for good drinks and willing women.

Morgan stayed behind to look over the papers he had just received from the council. There were some news about the rebels and he wanted to be as well prepared as he possibly could. Being Captain had some advantages he enjoyed but also some duties he was not so happy about. Before, he would gladly join the rest of the men in search for entertainment and good company, but his new duties prevented him from having too much spare time on his hands.

He even had a meeting with Master Kane, but what the leader of the High Council wanted with him, he had no idea. But Kane was always a secretive fellow who didn't want to reveal any more than he deemed necessary. He had learned that from past experiences with the man.

Turing toward his cabin he collided with something soft and screechy. He reached out and held on to her before she fell backwards. A firm breast was felt against his hand and he had to shake himself awake from the wonderful feeling. A flowery scent that felt somewhat familiar was teasing his nostrils, but he couldn't quite place where he had encountered it before.

"Sorry," Morgan replied automatically, not having seen where he went. He looked at the person he had collided with and released his hold on her in an instant when recognizing her. "Kendrick?" He said smilingly. "What are you doing here? You're on leave this evening, you know, so get out and have some fun! The others have just left, but you'll catch them rather quickly if you make a run for it."

"I'm not going out, Captain," she replied quickly.

"Not going? Why not? Don't know how to have a good time, is that it? Everyone needs to get their feathers ruffled once in a while, and you're no exception to the rule." He laughed heartily while imagining his female navigator with ruffled hair and sleepy eyes, as she rose from his bed. He mentally shook himself. It was no use thinking about her in such a scenario. He had to maintain his ordinary attitude and treat her as if she was just another of his crewmembers.

"I don't think so, Captain. I have too much to do as it is."

"Well, then why don't you do your work tomorrow and I'll promise not to get mad? What do you say? You can have a drink on my behalf as well."

"You're not going out either, Captain?"

"Nope, I've got some work to do," he admitted.

"Maybe I can help you out?"

"Thanks for the offer, Kendrick, but no thanks. It's so secretive I would have to kill you if you saw it, so you're off the hook," Morgan said laughingly and hoped she was more convinced by his casual attitude than he was. He had to control himself to keep his eyes at her face, and never stride beneath her shin and take in another sight of her tempting cleavage. He wondered if he was just imaging it, but her cleavage seemed to be more and more on display as the days went by. 

"Well, if I promised never to tell anyone about it...,"she let the question hang in the air between them.

"Still can't do it. I'll see you later, Kendrick," Morgan smiled as he walked quickly away from the tempting navigator. 

He had managed to stay away from her for the last few days now, ever since that stupid kiss he had bestowed on her. Well, to call it a 'kiss' was perhaps to put it lightly. He had practically stamped her with his needs, as he felt a strong urge to conquer and dominate her into submission. The idea scared him slightly. He had always been the carefree and light-hearted fellow that flirted and enjoyed the company of women. Never before had he felt the need to own a woman so completely she wouldn't even want to look at another man, and the thought about him turning into that sort of man was hard to stomach. 

What was it about this woman that made him change so completely? It felt as if she held some sort of spell on him. Making him respond so completely to her he almost lost himself in the process. No, this wasn't happening. She was just another woman and he hadn't had a woman for a long time. That had to be the reason. It was just pure and simple lust, and any woman would have caused that, he was sure. It was simply because she was the only woman around.

So, he had tried to wipe her from his mind and stay away from her. In fact, it had worked to some extent as he hadn't thought much of her. Apart from the wet dreams he had been plagued with recently. And now, just a few minutes talking to her and he already contemplated doing all the pleasant things he could do to a woman - and she was staying on the ship. 

God help him if he came across her, alone, during the evening. He had to maintain his authority on the ship, and he didn't achieve that by fucking a senior officer against the steering stick – or any other places either. Good thing he had a few guards posted as well. They would hopefully keep him from doing something he would regret for the rest of his life. 

***

"Master Kane. How nice to see you again," Morgan greeted the older man. He hadn't met him since he presided over the mating ceremony of his friend Connor, but he had always had great respect for the members of the council of elders that ruled Alpha Centauri.

"Yes, good to see you too, Captain Morgan. How is it to have your own ship for once?" Master Kane asked good humorously.

"Never a boring moment," Morgan chuckled. "Although I had imagined the benefits would have been greater."

"And they aren't?"

"Nope, the women aren't as hot for a Captain title as I thought they would be," Morgan said humorously, and they both laughed heartily.

"What a pity," Master Kane finally replied. "But I'm sure you haven't lost your appeal completely. Now, what is this I hear you have a female navigator of all things?"

"Sure we have. And she's good at it as well."

"Any chance of meeting this enigma, perhaps?"

Morgan was perplexed. "Yes, of course. You're lucky. She has stayed behind this evening so I think we will find her in the control room."

"Not much of a partygoer, is she?" Master Kane asked in an interested tone.

"Not yet, she is. But, we've all been young and eager so it will probably pass in a very short time," Morgan chuckled as he walked Master Kane to the control room.

As they arrived, Morgan glanced around the room and noticed straight away a delectable figure standing bent over the monitor by the command post. Her tight skin suit made every detail of her body stand out, and he particularly noticed the fullness of her breasts, as her cleavage was more pronounced than ever. He swallowed hard and tried in vain to put her in the category of just-one-of-his-crewmen.

"Dear me," he heard Master Kane exhale beside him and then he thought he heard a faint chuckle. "No wonder you needed a new navigator," he continued and sent Morgan a sidelong glance. Morgan tried to ignore the bait.

"She's the best of her class and an excellent workmate," he said between clenched teethes.

"Oh, I've no doubt about that," Master Kane chuckled and stepped toward Eva. "Hello there," he exclaimed.

Eva jumped up and sent them both a heartfelt smile that made Morgan's heart make an extra leap in his chest. He stepped forward and introduced them to each other. All the time he noticed Master Kane sending him some strange looks while he interrogated Kendrick about her family and connections. It turned out she didn't have any family left, but a family friend had gotten her interested in flying and paid for her education. Morgan already knew all this after having read her papers before hiring her.

"And what is it like to be the only woman among this group of scoundrels, then?" Master Kane asked humorously.

"I like it very much," Kendrick replied sweetly. "Everyone has been so nice to me, and especially Captain Taylor here."

"Oh? You mean he can actually behave himself with a woman present? Now that's a surprise," Master Kane said teasingly.

"Oh yes. He treats me as one of his crew and I appreciate that very much."

"Does he now?" Master Kane said conspiratorially as if he was contemplating something really unpleasant based on Morgan's point of view.

Morgan had had enough and tried to interrupt. "Maybe we should start our meeting, Master Kane?"

"Yes, of course," Master Kane said thoughtfully, but continued looking at Kendrick in a strange manner.

Eva blushed slightly but held her head up as she always did. That woman didn't know the meaning of backing off, Morgan thought glumly. Well, this time she had met a superior brain. That absent-minded look of the council member wasn't fooling Morgan any longer. The man was as sharp as a knife and it was just a matter of time before he got to the point, Morgan imagined. 

"Tell me, dear," Master Kane started in a friendly voice. "Have me met before, perhaps? There is something remotely familiar about you. Is 'Kendrick' your family name?"

"Yes, it is."

"Hm, can't say I know any Kendrick's, but I'm sure I have you from somewhere. Oh well, it will probably come to me in time," he mumbled to himself.

Morgan had no doubt it would, but Kendrick seemed a little put out by the statement nonetheless.

"Oh well, it was nice meeting you, navigator Kendrick," Master Kane continued before turning halfway toward Morgan as they prepared to depart. At the last moment, Master Kane turned around again and exclaimed. "Oh by the way, have the stars selected a mate for you, Miss Kendrick?"

"Well, yes, but thankfully he hasn't shown up yet."

"You don't want to do your duty to our civilization, then?" Master Kane prodded on.

"Ah, excuse me for saying so, Master Kane," Morgan interrupted, "but Kendrick here is not so keen on discussion the troubles with her mate. You known, he's probably a very stupid fellow for not coming forward yet."

"What? He hasn't stepped up?" Master Kane asked slowly. "How bizarre."

"Yes, well, perhaps he doesn't want to," Kendrick said truthfully. "Or he simply lacks the ability to perform his side of the duty," she said ironically.

"Oh, I doubt it," Master Kane said enigmatically and gave Morgan a sidelong glance. "Well, shall we start our meeting?"

***

"It seems you have a spy on board," Master Kane started as soon as they were alone.

"What?" Morgan just blurted out. "How can that be? Every part of my crew has been security cleared and every brick in their background has been double-checked. That is really not possible."

"Still, you have a spy on board, and it's vital that we find out who it is before any important information gets transmitted."

"How did you learn about this?"

"One of the messages was intercepted. It contained detailed information about your arsenal and fighting power."

Morgan was stunned. A spy, and on his ship. Damn, how could he have missed such a thing? "Do we know who this spy is working for?" 

"The rebels, possibly, but the employer can be almost anyone of our enemies. Even one of our allies, to tell the truth."

"Why? What can they possibly have to gain from planting a spy here? It's not as if we're the main ship in our fleet so what could be gained? I really don't see us as important enough for such a mole."

"I've wondered the same thing," Master Kane admitted. "That's why I want us to catch this spy and interrogate the culprit. Hopefully we can get some useful information about who our enemy is."

"Seems likely," Morgan admitted. "But who's the spy? Did the not give us any information in that direction?"

"No, not much," Kane admitted. "But I have some suspicions." 

"Like who?"

"Oh, nothing solid yet. I thought I could tag along with you for a while and do some observations. Trying to collect some evidence that we can use later."

"Sure, you're welcome to do that. Only, let me know as soon as you have the evidence and I'll personally take care of the interrogation," Morgan suggested glumly as he started to think off possible ways of tormenting the man that dared spy on his ship.

***

A spy. A damn spy on his ship. Back in his cabin, Morgan was almost seething with anger as he recollected his conversation with Master Kane. When Connor learned about this, he would never hear the end of it. He had done the ultimate disaster in hiring a spy, letting every rebel or enemy in the vicinity know details about their defence. It was intolerable. 

Hopefully, Master Kane would prove just as clever as he thought him to be and discover the culprit before he managed to do any more damage. But which one could it be? He had hired several young soldiers in the past few months, but he had checked every one of them before hiring them. All of them had had their papers in order as far as he had discovered. 

No, it was no use in troubling his mind this any longer. He unzipped his skin suit and lay down on the bed. After a few moments of stirring and locating the perfect sleeping position, he fell into a deep sleep.

***

At the same time Eva sat in her cabin contemplating her next move. The old man was here for a reason. Maybe she had been found out. She couldn't be sure. Either way, he and Morgan had been discussing something important to have the Captain so enraged. She had caught a glimpse of him as she hid beside the room where they had their meeting. She hadn't heard what they were discussing, but judging by Morgan's face as he left, it wasn't a pleasant subject. 

Even so, she had to dig up something useful and quickly. So far she hadn't been able to discover anything vital, even though she had searched the entire ship several times. But now she had the information that Morgan had blurted out earlier this evening, about the secret papers he was going to read. She needed to get her hands on those papers. The only place she hadn't searched properly was the Captain's cabin. And where would he keep them except for in his own cabin? The safest place on the ship. Only, the last time she had dared enter Morgan's domain, she had almost been found out. 

Oh well, it might had ended better if she hadn't lost her head and started to fondle her superior officer. Still, it wasn't something she regretted too much. Instead it was forever planted in her brain as one of the most exciting moments in her life, and one she hoped to have more of. Not that she fancied the Captain in particular. 

It was more about feeling like a woman and having sexual needs that only a certain man could fulfil. Of becoming moist just by the look of a naked and attractive man, that was what she had missed the most. The opportunity to just be herself and experience life and pleasure without the feeling of duty and shores forever dangling over her. She shook her head. This was no time to stand dawdling or dreaming about what could have been. One day in the future she hoped to achieve this goal, but right now she had more important matters to attend to.

She listened carefully to every sound from the cabin right next to her. He seemed to have turned in for the night. She couldn't hear any other sounds either. That meant that the rest of the crew would probably not return before the morning when their leave was over. It was time, she thought as she tiptoed out of her cabin and carefully entered the neighbour cabin using the code solver she always carried with her. 

It turned out it wasn't necessary this evening. He had forgotten to lock his doors. The Captain was definitely not himself today when he forgot something like that, she chuckled to herself as she started to search the room from top to bottom. Every now and then she stole a glance over to the sleeping man in the bed. He was naked again and only his lower body was covered with a blanket. 

Damn him. Talk about making a difficult job even more difficult. The soft light in the room portrayed his body to her hungry eyes and as she stared at him, he moaned a little and turned from his side to lie on his back again, throwing away his blanket in the process. She almost groaned out loud by the familiar sight of his large cock. She could clearly remember the last time she had a taste of him. The taste hadn't been enough. She wanted more.

She shook her head again, and turned around to dig through the papers he had left on his desk. At the same time, her ankle caught in something and she stumbled forward. Barely catching herself before she fell, she grabbed a hold on the papers on the desk, sending them stumbling to the floor in a loud bumping sound. 

At the same time she heard movement coming from the bed and as she turned around she noticed Morgan had jumped out of the bed and stood pointing a laser gun at her.

"What's going on here?" he growled. "Lights," he ordered and the room was filled with lights that were tearing into her eyes by the sheer intensity. "Kendrick? What are you doing here?" he said in a surprised voice.

She turned on a bright smile and started on her backup plan. "I couldn't stay away any longer, Morgan," she said shyly as she gave him a sheepish look. 

"What are you talking about?" he growled at her and she gasped loudly as she realised he was still completely naked. She looked down and noticed his cock was gradually increasing and she stared at him in awe.

Morgan chuckled as he noticed her blush. "You shouldn't sneak into a man's bedroom in the middle of the night," he declared. "Now, what are you doing here, Kendrick?"

"Ah well, I came to give you something," she started slowly, still spellbound by his naked body standing proudly in front of her. Damn, now she had really done it, she thought, before throwing herself headlong into it.

"Give me what?" Morgan asked suspiciously and tightened his hand around the gun.

"Me," Eva declared and threw off her robe, leaving her standing in front of him totally naked. She straightened her stance and looked at him, waiting to see what his reaction would be. So far he was only staring at her as if she had developed horns or something. His mouth opening as he started to say something. Then he closed his mouth again, and tried once more. He seemed totally stunned by her action. 

"What is the meaning of this?" he finally said hoarsely. "I suggest you return to your cabin immediately before I do something we might both regret in the morning."

"I can't wait any longer," she said truthfully. "And I thought you felt the same the way you've been staring at me lately."

He stood completely still. His arm holding the gun was sinking slowly. Then he finally located his wits again. 

"Go to bed!" he said hoarsely. "That's an order."

She felt chills all the way to the bone. She had gambled and lost. She bent down to collect her robe. "I'm sorry," she mumbled almost incoherently. "I thought you felt the same way. I won't trouble you any further," she said in a strangled voice as she hid her body behind the robe and turned to the door.

"Not that bed," he growled behind her. "My bed." She turned in surprise and watched him point toward the bed he had just vacated. Hope surged through her as she met his hungry look. "Last chance, Missy. Either you run out that door or you come here. It's your choice."

She laughed and dropped the robe as she threw herself into his arms. He answered by catching her mouth in a hungry kiss, as if he was trying to devour her just by using his own two lips. His strong arms wrapped around her waist and he lifted her up, holding her close to his warm body as he headed toward the bed. 

He continued kissing her as he laid them both down on his bed, his warm body covering hers. She moved her hands all over his upper body while she took in his scent. She wanted this moment to last as long as she could and after that she wanted to keep him in her mind. She laughed out her joy as she wrapped her legs around him and held him close to her.




Surrender Ch. 03



She felt his hardened cock against her stomach and she moved slightly upwards to induce him to touch her where she needed it the most.

"Impatient, are you?" he chuckled at her ministrations.

"You bet," she groaned out before grabbing his head and dragging him down to her, kissing him hard, as she rubbed herself against his body.

"Damn, you're making this really difficult, darling," he mumbled between kisses. His hands moved down her body, stopping to cupping her breasts before he bent down and kissed her right nipple. She gasped in pleasure as she arched her breasts closer to his mouth. He answered by suckling her lightly and she squealed as a tingling sensation went through her body. He slowly moved to her other breast and treated it the same way, making her squirm with impatience. 

"Just take me," she gasped at him.

"What? Aren't I allowed to enjoy this?" he asked humoursly. 

She reached for his hair and gave him a slight tug. 

"Impatient minx," he grumbled as he kissed her on the mouth. She decided enough was enough. She wanted this man and she wanted him fast and hard - and now. She roamed her hands along his body before reaching for his hardened cock. Squeezing him slightly, she smiled as she heard him groan loudly.

"Keep that up and the fun will be over before you know it," he teased her. She spread her legs wider and moved his cock head to the entrance of her pussy. 

"Is that so? Then why don't you step it up a little," she suggested sweetly. "Come inside of me, lover."

"Are you sure about this?" he asked her exasperatively as he raised himself on his elbows and looking into her face for the truth in her answer.

"Please, take me," she gasped at him. "I'm burning for you."

Making a slight budge, his cock was entering her warmth. She gasped at the sheer size of him. Wondering how sore she would feel tomorrow. But right now she wanted him so badly she could barely look straight. She wrapped her legs around his backside and forced him to come further inside of her.

"Not so fast," he groaned out. "You're so small."

"I want you," she whimpered. "Please, Morgan." At her words he bent down and kissed her hard, pushing his cock another inch inside of her welcoming body. Then he retreated and she started to protest, just as he pushed inside again. She felt her walls being stretched to the limit. Feeling filled to the rim with this warm and hard man. Her breathing hitched as she took in his scent and tried to store it in her memory. 

Wanting to salvage everything that was him, and everything he did to ignite her. She roamed her hands over his back and felt every straining muscles stir as she touched every part of his body that she could reach. He answered by giving her breasts a small squeeze and she gasped as she tightened around the hard cock lodged inside of her.

"Can you take all of me?" Morgan groaned out at the same time. 

"Oh yes," she gasped. "Give me all." And she arched her back, presenting her body to him as best she could and holding on to him. He roamed his hands down her body and placed his finger directly at her clit. Looking into to her eyes, she could see his humour evaporate as he started to fondle her most sensitive spot. She felt bared to the bone and started to close her eyes to protect herself from him the best she could.

"No, look at me," he ordered as he stopped touching her. She blushed as she opened her eyes and looked at him.

"That's better," Morgan said smugly. "Now, if you want me to continue...,"he paused and she realised he wanted to see her arousal portrayed in her eyes. She nodded, showing him that she had understood his meaning. At the same time the fondling continued, her clit was screaming for his touch and she felt her body heating even higher. He skimmed the outskirts of her clit and she felt like screaming with frustration as she wanted him to touch her more directly and a lot harder. 

Instead he just continued smiling at her and as her frustration grew he finally pushed his cock all the way inside of her. She screamed as her body opened to this new sensation. Pressure was building inside and suddenly he removed his hand from her clit.

"No," she protested, and he placed one of his fingers on her mouth to still her protests. The finger was coated with her own juices and she felt wicked as she stuck out her tongue and tasted herself on his hands. Pure fire emerged in his eyes as he was heated by the same thought. She felt him retreat from her warmth, before he pushed his way inside of her again. This time with the speed and pressure that she had longed for. Retreating again, she prepared herself for his next impalement and tightened her muscles around him as he plunged inside of her again. She screamed out as pleasure poured through her every nerve cell. 

"Yes," she gasped. "Yes. Take me."

"With pleasure," he groaned as he filled her again and again. She arched her body to take him even deeper and wrapped her arms around him every time he tried to retreat from her. Pressure was building and she felt herself coming closer and closer to the edge that she knew would throw her into oblivion. She tightened every muscle in her body as she anticipated the final slope. Sensing her closeness, he moved his hand to her clit and with a firm stroke over her sensitive flesh he pounded into her one last time and sent her flying to the height of her pleasure point. 

She screamed out her joy as her body convulsed in a series of strokes that poured through her body. She felt Morgan pound hard inside of her body a few more times before he collapsed on top of her with a loud groan that made her feel so happy she felt like screaming one more time. 

Breathing hard they simply lay still and tried to collect their breath again. Eva held on to Morgan and listened to the sound of his breathing as she went into a deep sleep, barely sensing Morgan laying down behind her and holding her tightly to him.



Surrender Ch. 04



A few hours later, Eva awoke suddenly. A warm arm was wrapped over her waist. A hand was cupping her breast. Morgan, she thought with a smile as she recollected what had taken place a few hours earlier. She had been caught in his cabin, and her backup plan had provided her with one of the best sexual experiences she had ever had. Still, she had to remember she had a mission to perform, and that the man currently holding her so closely was her enemy. 

She sighed. Damn, she hated this. Hated the things she had to do, but there was no other way. She carefully loosened his grip on her and slid off the bed. She felt cold all of a sudden. She longed to return to the warm bed and snuggle closely to his warm and hard body. Feeling his body protect and envelop her own. Longed to wake him and let him chase away all the darkness in her mind as he had done so well a few hours earlier.

Instead she wrapped herself in her robe and returned to the search she had started earlier. 

Not long after she hit the jackpot. The papers Morgan had referred to earlier contained vital information on the rebels, the members and most important of all: their location. They knew far too much about them, Eva thought as she memorised the information. She had to send a message to her brother right away.

Suddenly she heard a faint stirring coming from the bed behind her. Damn, had he found her out already? She quickly moved over to the kitchen area and filled a glass of water.

"What are you doing?" Morgan asked in a slurred voice. "Come her, will you?"

She turned around slowly. "I'm just getting something to drink."

"Have you slept well?" Morgan came toward her.

"Like the dead. It's been a long time," she blushed as she looked down on her glass. Her blush coming from the fact that she was fooling this man that had given her so much pleasure only hours earlier. She couldn't bear to look him in the eyes. Too scared of what he might see revealed there. She emptied her glass and turned away from him to fill up her empty glass again.

"Restoring?" he murmured humorously in her ear. She stiffened as she felt him move closer to her, feeling his warm and naked body against the fabric of her robe. Carefully he moved his hands around to her front and opened up her robe, moving his hands inside and feeling her naked body.

She gasped in surprise as he fondled her breasts and teased her nipples into bending to his every request. She leaned her head back on his chest and he answered by roaming his hands lower, across her stomach until he was cupping her sex in his hands. Making a slight twirl on her clit she felt her body moisten almost immediately and she spread her legs wider to give him more room. He chuckled in her ear. 

"Are you ready for me again?" he asked her as she arched her body alongside his. Trying to feel him as close as possible. Feeling his hardness against her lower back.

"Yes," she gasped. "More than ready." 

"Are you sure about that?" he asked while giving her hungry clit another touch. A wave of pleasure pulsed through her body.

"Absolutely. Take me now," she gasped out loud.

"With pleasure," she heard him groan as he slowly bent her forward over the table, spreading her legs a little wider.

"So wet," he murmured as he fondled her clit and slowly moved his hand down to her pussy. He found her opening and slowly pushed a large finger inside of her warmth. She moaned and clasped on to his arm, trying to hold herself up as he pushed his finger further inside of her cunt. She felt the longing increase again. She wanted this man to take her fully, to shower her with his strength and warmth, but most of all she wanted to curl up against him and never leave his presence. That thought scared her suddenly. Surely she couldn't have become addicted to this man? He was her mission and her lover, but that was all.

"What are you thinking about?" she suddenly heard him ask. She stiffened. Damn it. This was not the time for philosophical thinking. She needed to concentrate -- and quickly.

"I was wondering how I could have more of you inside of me," she replied truthfully.

"Impatient, again, are you?" He pushed another finger inside of her, and fucked her in long and slow movements. She spread her legs a little further and tried to move her left hand behind her back -- cupping his hardened cock in her grip. She gave it a hard squeeze and smiled as she heard him groan behind her.

"Stop that," he said harshly. "I will not last."

"Then take me. Put your large cock inside of me and fuck me properly."

Finally she seemed to penetrate his control and with a primal groan he removed his fingers from her cunt and bent her slightly forward. Moving his hands passed her clit, he positioned his hardness against her wet cunt and pushed slowly inside of her.

She moaned as she held on to the table and pushed back toward him, trying to take him all the way inside of her in one swift plunge. Urged by her impatience he finally took the hint and plunged all the way inside of her.

"Oh yes," she gasped, before starting a rhythmic motion away from him, and then back toward him. Now his resolve had vanished completely and he held her tightly as he withdrew slightly and then plunged all the way inside of her in a fluid motion, fucking her harder and faster every time he moved.

Adjusting the angle, she felt his cock head touch her pleasure spot and she inhaled sharply as he hit the same place over again. She felt her orgasm coming closer. Not much further now and she would not be able to hold back. Sensing her response, he moved his finger to her clit again and rubbed fiercely as he pounded inside of her.

Arching her back toward his hard body, she felt his hard push against her pleasure centre and she erupted in a lighting of pleasure and contentment as she screamed with joy. She felt contractions start in her abdomen and she tightened all her muscles around his hard cock as he pushed inside of her a few more times, before shaking with his own orgasm. His manly roar as he found his pleasure was feeding her guilty conscience and she clutched his arm tightly to her as they both stood there breathing heard.

Finally he had recollected himself enough and he slowly removed his flaccid member from her warm body. She felt a puddle of moistness follow his retreat, as the result of their collected passions was coating her inner thighs.

He kissed her head and held her tightly in his arms, giving her the warmth she needed.

"Come to bed now," he suggested. "Stay with me."

"Yes," she heard herself respond, and he quickly lifted her up and gently lay her down on his bed before lying down behind her.

Enveloped in his arms she felt totally relaxed and as if the world had finally come to a stop. Happiness was pouring through her and she wanted to stay here, in the arms of this man and enjoy his body for the rest of her life. Yet, she knew that duty would soon overtake her again and she let herself fall asleep and saving the moment in her memory.

***

Awakening a few hours later, Eva gathered her robe around her and snuck back to her own cabin. Morgan had already left and she was relieved that she didn't have to face him just yet. She needed some time to figure out how to face him. Actually, she only saw one option: to play the siren and lure him into bed as often as possible -- and at the same time gather as much information as she could. And what would be more perfect than being his lover at the same time.

There was only one flaw. He was getting to her. She felt something for him, and being close to him would only increase the pain when she had to leave. Because she couldn't stay with him. Sooner or later her cover would be in danger and then he would know the truth.

So could she touch his body, let him fill her with his warm flesh and still keep her heart away from him? Only yesterday she had felt a strange longing to crawl into his arms and let him protect her from all evil and not let her escape. This was a dangerous game. If one night could have such an effect on her, then what would several nights have?

She shook her head. She had to stop this nonsense at once. She was here to do her duty -- to her brother and to all the other people that she loved. There was no room for warm feelings and a guilty conscience.

Finally coming to an understanding with herself, she squared her shoulders and started to write down all the information she had memorized from Morgan's papers. Sending off the message to her brother, she took a deep breath before taking a long shower to clear away every trace and scent of Morgan's embrace.

***

"I know who the spy is," Master Kane announced to Morgan.

Morgan jerked out of his fond memories of the night he had just experienced. It had been a long time since he had felt so happy and so relaxed. In fact, he had even forgotten all about the suspicions Master Kane had told him about. He shook his head as if to clear away every memory of a soft woman and the sheer bliss as she held his hardened cock clasped inside of her warm pussy. He felt his body stir anew just by the thought of her.

Master Kane gave him a slight push. "Are you listening, Captain?"

"Yes, yes, of course," Morgan said quickly, before focusing his attention on the council member.

"Our Intelligence Service has just intercepted a message from this ship containing secret information about the rebels and our countermeasures."

"What?"

"It's the same information that you received yesterday," Master Kane continued. "Do you know who could have gotten access to those papers?"

Morgan had a sinking revelation that he knew of only one person that could have had the opportunity. "You don't mean...," he started.

"Oh yes. The same lady that spent a very pleasant night in you cabin, if the sounds were to be judged," Master Kane smiled knowingly.

"How did you know?" Morgan asked slowly. "And more importantly, why didn't you tell me?"

"I suspected her, but I didn't have any proof before, so I decided to follow her around a bit. And now the message has been traced back to her."

"Damn it," Morgan cursed. "How could I be so stupid?"

"Don't blame yourself, Captain," Master Kane intervened. "She has been working undercover for years and we've never been able to locate her. In fact, we always thought the spy was a man," he laughed. "Who would have though a woman capable of such work?"

Morgan fumed with anger. The woman had been working him all the time, feeding his hunger and surrendering her to his lust. And it had all been a game to get information out of him. He was so angry he wanted to throttle her.

"This stops now," he declared. Master Kane nodded slowly. "I want her arrested at once!" he ordered a few of his officers. Put her in the nearest cell." 

***

She had been dumped into a prison cell onboard the ship, and was only waiting to be questioned -- or tortured or worse. The men that she had been working with for so long treated her as the traitor they thought she was. Rumours travelled fast, it seemed. Bad news usually did. By the time she had been forced away from her cabin and led down the hallway toward the cell area, many men had gathered to take in the sight of the spy that had outwitted them all.

She knew this would happen sooner or later, but she had hoped to last a little longer. At least long enough to get to Ziota and escape.

What would they have in store for her now? she wondered. Torture, most likely. She hoped she would last through it, but she wasn't sure how long she would be able to. All she could hope for was a quick death before she revealed anything important to them. 

And what about Morgan? What did he think about her now? Nothing good, she had to admit. He must hate her completely by now. And just hours ago she had felt as if she belonged in his arms. How stupid had she been to even think about something like that? As if she would ever live to be mated and have children as other women did?

***

"Any suggestions?" Morgan asked.

"She's not talking then?" Master Kane asked.

"No, not a word yet. And we don't even know who her contacts are." 

"How about trying a truth serum?" Oliver suggested. 

"Or some good old fashioned torture?" Morgan said icily. The woman had tricked him so totally he wanted revenge of some sort. And torturing the woman who had seduced her way into his bed, his heart, his confidence felt like a good way to restore his embarrassment. How could he have been that stupid as to allow her inside so easily? 

"No need to ruin that pretty face," Master Kane interjected. "We treat our prisoners with respect -- especially the females. They aren't exactly plentiful in our world," he said and looked reprimandingly at Morgan for even suggesting such a thing.

***

They came into her cell, several of the men she used to call comrades. At the back was Morgan staring at her behind a closed expression. Feeling embarrassed, she guessed.

Master Kane came forward. "I will give you one last chance to confess who you're superiors are, young lady," he said expectantly. He waited for her response, but she just glared at him. "No? How about telling us what was your mission here?" Another pause passed by as she held her mouth shut. She wasn't going down that easily, she thought. 

"All right," Master Kane continued. "Then you leave us no other choice but to use the truth serum," he said and nodded to one of the other men.

Truth serum? She almost said aloud. They would use chemicals on her? What happened to punches and starving her to death, or drowning her? Truth serum? Her mind finally connected and a chilling thought went through her brain. The serum would make her talk about things she didn't want to reveal. Things they would never have asked about, but would now be revealed. Truths she didn't care to let anyone know about. Especially not him.

She watched in a trance as a man carrying a syringe came closer to her. Two men stepped up and held her arms tightly to her side as another ripped up her sleeve to prepare for the injection. 

At the same time she kicked out at he man coming toward her, and catching him right in the balls, he screamed and collapsed in front of her. The syringe fell down and rolled away from her. She followed up with two quick punches to the kidneys of the men holding her arms, before launching herself into biting and kicking the soldier coming to their rescue. 

She caught another man in the knee and he doubled over as he held onto his injured foot and screamed in pain. Launching herself forward she was caught by another soldier and she fell on the floor and on her arm. It hurt like hell but this was not the time to think about the pain. She kicked back at the man coming toward her and his scream told her had connected with something vital. 

As she tried to stand up again, another man launched himself at her, knocking her to the ground, making her lose her breath. She lay on her stomach panting, as he settled on top of her. She kicked out and tried to get lose but he sat calmly on top of her back, out of reach for her every defence. He leaned forward and caught her arms in a hard grip. 

"Now you can inject her," his said coldly. His voice was one she knew all too well from the countless times he had whispered passionately into her ear the night before, groaning loudly as he poured his come into her body. It was Morgan. She tried with new desperation to get out of his hold but he still sat calmly, waiting for her to tire. In frustration she wailed and tried to turn over and bite his hand in the process. 

"Relax, hellcat," he said smugly. "There is no way you can escape me this time. I know every one of your tricks by now." 

Before his meaning could be registered in her mind, she felt a sharp sting in her upper arm and she realised the serum had been injected into her body. Damn it, she thought. What could she do now?

"How long before the serum works?" Morgan asked.

"About 30 minutes," the doctor replied. "Then we should see some result."

They handcuffed her hands in front of her and placed her back into the chair again.

"See you in 30, hellcat," Morgan said as the group left her cell, leaving only a guard outside her door.

Half an hour. Her every secret would be revealed in half an hour. It wasn't enough time to allow her to escape. She wondered what it would feel like, but she knew she would find out before she wanted. She had never been injected with serum before. Her training had only included withstanding ordinary torture methods. They hadn't had access to such weapons this group of scoundrels possessed. Perhaps she could simply refuse to talk and that would be it? Sure, right, she thought. Well, they were in for a surprise, she thought. She would definitely tell them the truth -- only not the truth that they expected.

***

"So, are you ready to tell us the truth this time?" Master Kane asked politely. Her head felt dazed and relaxed. Her mind was spinning. She giggled. She wondered if he was always this polite. At least he had been so from the first time she had met him. She wondered if he kept the same expression when talking to his wife on their weekly sexgame. She chuckled as she portrayed the scene in her mind, and before long she was laughing heartily at the image. 

"Since you're in such a good mood perhaps you would like to tell us about your mission?" Master Kane continued in the same polite tone. 

She was laughing ever harder now, clutching her belly as laughter rippled through her system, making her ache by it. Oh my, this drug was really something. She hadn't laughed this hard in a long time, she thought as the laughter died down and she dried her eyes with the back of her left hand.

"Your mission?" Master Kane tried again, but this time his tone had soured a little.

"My mission?" she asked dreamily. 

"Yes, your reason for coming here."

"Ah, my mission." She chuckled again. "To divide and conquer. No, it was seduce and conquer. Or was it fuck and divide? I can't remember exactly. Yes, it was definitely a 'fuck' in there somewhere. Damn, I should have written it down somewhere," she said in an almost drunken voice. 

"Who sent you?" she heard someone else ask over from the corner of the room. She glanced in the direction of the sound.

"Oh my," she gasped. It was him. "My stallion" she said happily.

"What?" Master Kane asked with a puzzled frown, while leaning forward so as to hear her better. "Is that his nickname perhaps?"

"I'm your willing slave," she said truthfully as Morgan came closer before stopping a few meters away from her. 

"I hope you are taking notes, Austin," Master Kane said to the man behind him. Austin nodded and continued writing. 

"Can you tell us more about him?" Master Kane prodded further. "This man that sent you. Does he have certain characteristics?"

"Oh yes," she answered truthfully. "He has the body of a god, a cock as big as an ox and he can fuck me from every position and in every orifice he chooses." She sighed loudly. 

"Uhm...well...," Master Kane stared chocked at her. "Uh, nice to know. But does he have any other special characteristics?"

"Oh yes, he has brownish hair, blue eyes, a powerful built body and a broad face."

"Any tattoos or scars or something?"

"Yes, he has a scar across his broad chest, pointing from his upper left to his right," she said and indicated the position on her own chest. "And he has a mole on his left ass cheek," she said truthfully.

"Now, we're getting somewhere," Master Kane said cheerfully. "And what did he ask you to do?"

"Oh everything."

"What does that mean," Master Kane said in a puzzled tone. "Did he ask you to spy for information or are you here to kill someone?"

"He asked me to kill him softly, to ride his cock, to take him inside of my mouth. And I have done so, my love. I'm always your willing slave. Come and let me suck you dry," she offered and reached her hands out to touch Morgan.




Surrender Ch. 04



"What?" Master Kane glanced up from the notes. He followed her viewpoint, and chuckled. "No, not him. We were talking about the man that sent you. What were his orders?"

"Orders?"

"Yes, he must have told you something in advance."

"Only to fuck the senior officer -- or the commander," she slipped out.

"Aha, now we're really getting somewhere. And we all know you succeeded," he chuckled as he gave Morgan a knowing look. "But what was your ultimate goal?"

She turned her attention to Morgan. "To make him love me," she blurted out. 

"Why? Were you not supposed to kill him as soon as he trusted you?"

"No, never," she shouted almost hysterically. "I could never kill him. I love him," she wailed loudly as she watched Morgan take a step backwards. "No, don't leave me," she pleaded with him. "I will do anything you ask, anything you want, anything you dream about, my stallion." 

And she resolutely grabbed a hold of her bodysuit and ripped it open -- wanting to remove any obstacle between her body and his. Struggling with taking off her clothes she was moaning in frustration as she struggled to rid herself of the skin suit. She was baring her breast and she jumped up from her chair to rip it away from her lower body as well.

"No, there's no need for that," Master Kane interrupted in a choked voice. "Really, young lady, you just sit down and we'll get you another skin suit. Austin!" he shouted. "Go and get her some clothes." Austin nodded and turned to leave, but her next words made him freeze to the spot.

"Please, my love," she looked at Morgan. "Come and take what is yours. Make me moan and empty your juices in my body." He stood still and looked at her. She whimpered as she realised he mustn't like her clad body and she bent down and ripped off the rest of her skin suit. The only pieces left were some fabric around her handcuffs. She presented herself to him.

"Please, my stallion, come inside of me. Please let me suck your huge cock into my thirsty mouth and give you pleasure." 

"Really, young lady," Master Kane, intervened. "There is no need for this. You must tell us about your mission."

"Don't you want me anymore?" she asked Morgan. She held up her breasts for him to see. "My body is yours. Let me fuck you with my breast and you can spurt your life-force into my face as I deep throat you." She opened her mouth just to give him an idea about what she was suggesting. 

"All right, I think that's enough for today," Master Kane said and quickly left the room, giving Austin a push in the back and dragging Morgan with him, holding him by the sleeve of his skin suit. 

"No," she wailed as they shut the door behind them. "Come back here and fuck me, my stallion. Please, my love." But the door remained closed and she sank to the floor as she cried out in frustration over the man she wanted so much. 

***

"Oh, my," Master Kane breathed out as soon as they entered the control room.

"Did it work?" Oliver asked. 

"Only too well," Austin chuckled.

"Good, so now we know who she's working for?"

"Not exactly," Master Kane admitted. 

"But we know she's got the hots for Morgan here," Austin chuckled loudly. "I thought I would come in my suit as she ripped off her clothes and offered our boy here a blowjob."

Morgan just grunted.

"She did? But what about her mission? What did she say about that?"

"Not much," Master Kane admitted as he held a damp cloth to his forehead. "She was much more interested in describing every detail of Morgan's body and his skills in lovemaking. She was quite verbal, in fact. I thought women were more discreet, to be frank."

"The woman was way too talkative to get to the important stuff," Morgan said coldly. "I say it's time for the torture-stuff. Or have you all gone soft on her?"

"No," Master Kane intervened. "But I think there is another way," he said distractedly as if talking to himself.

"What way?" Oliver asked.

"Well, you heard her down there. She loves Morgan. Or at least she think she does."

"And?" Oliver prodded on.

"And what if that love can be used to make her talk?"

"No way! I'm not going down there another time," Morgan said flatly. 

"Why not? She offered some excellent services as far as I was concerned," Austin said humorously. "I think you should take her up on those offers -- before she changes her mind, that is. Any woman that offers to give you a good blowjob is never one to be taken lightly, in my opinion."

"No? And what do you think she has done to get where she's at today? How do you think she managed to get this assignment in the first place? She's a whore; a cunning, skilful bloodsucker. Sucking her way to the top of the food chain. And I wouldn't come near her if she was the last woman in the universe."



Surrender Ch. 05



15 minutes later, Morgan was standing outside Eva's cell, wondering how he could have let himself be talked over that easily. Maybe it was Master Kane talks about doing his duty, or perhaps Oliver's prodding on about saving Ziota. He was sure he had turned a deaf ear to Austin's suggestions of getting the blowjob of his lifetime, or getting his head blown off, he thought Austin had said. 

Useless scumbags, he thought. Sending him into that she-devil's cave to be gulfed down by her fangs, risking his cock in her traitorous body, putting his heart on a stake while giving her another chance to tighten her grip on his heart and mind. 

Damn her. He had wanted to forget her as soon as possible. Leave her in a dark prison cell on Alpha Centaury and never look back, never having to think back on the time they had shared, the pleasures they had indulged in. And now he was here again, on a mission to seduce her into revealing what they wanted to hear, what they needed to know, in order for their entire race to survive. 

Who was she and what was her mission? That was his most important task, but his cock was telling him that wasn't the only agenda he had for the evening. He wanted to fuck her so hard, he would wipe her out of his system for ever. To make him tire of her warm and inviting body. To allow him to move on and start looking for his mate and start his new life with her. 

His mate? Ever since his best friend Connor had found his mate, Morgan had looked at their relationship with envy and started having dreams about finding a woman of his own. A woman he could trust, and that would fill his life with laughter, wet kisses and hungry encounters. 

A woman feeding him when he was hungry, massaging is aching muscles when he came home, but most of all, a warm body that would cling to his during the long and cold nights. Giving him endless hours of pleasure and making him unable to move from his own bed due to long and exhausting lovemaking. 

Yes, that was definitely what he wanted and needed. He just had to find her. He shook his head. But right now he had another mission to complete. His mate he would worry about later. Right now he needed to force their prisoner into compliance and make her start talking.

***

Eva had lain down on the small bed in her cell. Her head still swam from the potion they had given her. She laughed loudly. The sight of their shocked faces had been so funny. What luck that she had discovered a way to fool the serum. It made her tell the truth, but as long as they didn't ask her the right questions she could tell them some other truths. And she had told them all about her fascination for Morgan's body. Not that they would believe her. Or perhaps they had? Maybe Morgan had believed her, although she doubted it. Now she only had to wait for the effect to wear off, and then she would concentrate on her escape.

Some of the guards had stepped by and given her a new skin suit. They had even removed her handcuffs so she could dress herself. As they left she noticed them sending her leery looks but none of them dared approach her. Something was happening. They obviously had another plan to make her open up to them.

Her mission had been to infiltrate the fleet and the trust of the militaries of Ziota in order to locate their weak points. If possible she was also to infiltrate the commander's bed or the bed of a senior officer. And she had done all that. And more. Now, the only thing missing was to bring the information to the correct person. Oh well, and perhaps save her head at the same time before they decided that killing her was the best option. She shuddered by the thought. No, she wouldn't want to worry about that yet. She would have plenty of time later.

Suddenly the door cracked open and she looked up in surprise as Morgan was entering her cell. What now? Had they devised another devious plan to make her crack?

"What are you doing here, Morgan?" she asked instead. "Have you come to collect on my offerings?" she asked as she sat up on the bed.

"I've come to torture you," he said harshly.

"Oh?" She was shocked. They sent the one man she wanted to remember for something else entirely. And now they wanted to replace those fond memories with nightmares. "How revolting," she blurted out. 

"You didn't think so last night," Morgan said icily as he came closer to her. "In fact, I have a clear memory of you begging me to fuck you, to fill you up with my cock and take you harder."

She shook her head. Feeling the doziness from the drug gradually letting go of the grip it had held on her. 

"And how are you going to torture me, big guy? By slapping my wrists and tickling my foot soles?"

He frowned at her. "Nothing like that, but I'll keep the ideas in mind. Ever heard about sexual torture?"

"What?" She stared at him. "You can't possible mean..."

He just nodded and smiled at her obvious confusion. "I see that you get my meaning. You will pay for every man you've sent to an early death, for every injustice done by the rebels, and pleasuring me at the same time. I think it a fair trade considering you will tell me all you know of the rebels while bowing to my every wish." 

She breathed harshly as the full extent of his revenge was clear to her. He wanted her to submit to him, body and soul, and afterward he would throw her away as if she was a common prostitute. Sensing her discomfort, he continued.

"Or you could simply tell me everything I want to know and we can both go our separate ways."

She glared at him. "You call that a fair trade, Captain Taylor? Why don't you add in a few coins for the payment of services rendered – especially since I've already serviced you three times?"

"Three times? How can that be? I can only remember two."

"Ah, so you've forgotten that dream about the woman sucking your cock, is that it? Begging me to touch you and ride you hard?" Eva prodded on as she stood up from the bed and faced him head on. 

His expression turned angrier. "That was you?" he almost spat out the words. "You sneaked into my room and attacked me?"

"Oh, I wouldn't call it attack – especially since you were begging me - pleading with me," she smiled at him as she taunted him to respond. "Maybe you're ready to beg again?"

He growled loudly and advanced on her so quickly she didn't have the chance to escape before he had pushed her down on the bed again, with him landing on top of her. 

"We'll see who does the begging this time," he said between clenched teeth as he bent down and ripped open her new skin suit, baring her naked breasts to his eyes. He froze as if mesmerized by the look of her naked skin. Her body shivered in anticipation as she watched his eyes darken with desire.

She couldn't help herself and reached out a hand and touched his neck, moving her hand slowly down the front of his chest, feeling his breath catch and his pulse quickening to her touch.

"Stop that," he said hoarsely.

"Why? Are you losing control of that iron will of yours, Morgan? What a pity. Maybe I simply want you to lose control, to take me and pleasure your cock in my warm pussy," she smiled at him. Then moved her hand up to drag away his clothes from his upper body.

Immediately, he shrank back and away from her. Leaving her staring at his naked and well muscled chest. Taking in the sight and making her cunt moisten just by the image of the rest of the body he hid underneath. He was breathing hard and his fists had tightened as he visibly tried to rein in his control.

She smiled as she tried to find some other way to further shock his foundation and regain the upper hand. At least now that the drugs had worn off she had a chance to stand up to him. She roamed her eyes all over his body, before focusing on the bulge in his lower abdomen that had become even more visible. She let out a moan as she contemplated how it had felt to have him inside of her. How he had been able to pleasure every part of her body, to make her answer to his every request just by the touch of his hand. 

This was dangerous territory, she thought, but she had no intention of surrendering to him. Instead she wanted his defeat at her table. Him being a slave to her every whim. But right now she only had one weapon left in her arsenal: her body. 

She stood up from the bed and looked at Morgan as he stood a few meters from her. Then she started to undress. Slowly removing every part of her ripped skin suit, she maintained eyesight with Morgan as she imagined it was his hands undressing her. Moving the skin suit away from her upper body, she placed both hands on her breasts and started to rub them slowly and heatedly, making her nipples tighten to her touch. Her breathing increased with every move she made, and she gave Morgan a sultry smile before she licked her fingers on her right hand, and circled her nipple with her wet fingers.

He was staring at her, mesmerized and not able to move. Only his eyes were glowing with warmth and the bulge in his skin suit was increasing even more.

She decided to heat it up even more. "I've always loved the way you suck my breasts," she said huskily. "Sucking as if you want to taste me, devouring me with your flesh."

She moved her hands downwards and lowered her skin suit down her body, slowly unravelling her entire body to his eyes. She hadn't bothered with putting on anything under the skin suit, and now she was glad for it. She bent down and removed the skin suit from her legs, stepping away from the fabric and looking at Morgan to see if he was still paying attention.

He was still spellbound and she felt herself smile as she moved her hands down the front of her body, across her stomach and down to her clit. She rubbed herself slowly, making the moistness in her pussy become even more pronounced. Her body was getting ready for him – as it always did. She used her index finger to pleasure her clit some more, circling the sensitive fold and rubbing slowly.

"You want to watch me come?" she asked him slowly. "Or do you want to participate?" At the same time she took a step toward him and clasped her hand around his clothed erection. He breathed harshly but stood still as she circled his shaft and squeezing his cock head through his clothes.

Suddenly he awoke from his trance and gripped her arms in a hard grip. "Enough of that," he growled before lifting her up without any visible effort and dumping her on the bed. Kicking off his boots, he quickly followed her into the bed as she scrambled to get up.

"No, stay," he said icily as he held her wrists over her head and placed himself between her legs. Rubbing his hardened cock against her pussy, she gasped in pleasure. He released her hands and straddled her waist before ripping off several pieces of cloth from the sheet. She followed his every move, in anticipation of what was surely to come. His weight held her down as he prepared several long slices of cloth. Her cunt moistened just by the thought of him tying her up and giving her pleasure. 

He had said sexual torture, although she failed to see how anything he did could be considered painful. Oh well, perhaps it would please him to have her at his knees for a change. In that case he would have to think again, she chuckled. She had every intention of enjoying this to the fullest.

She took advantage of him having loosened his grip on her hands and moved her hands back to his hardened cock, so imminently offered in front of her. She squeezed him slightly, and moved slowly up and down along his shaft. He breathed hard as she rubbed him harder, waiting for him to take off his clothes and let her do the job properly. 

Instead he grabbed her wrist and tied them together, before tying them to the headboard and away from his body.

"Oh well, if you don't want to be pleasured, that's all right," she said lightly.

"Tell me about your mission and you can pleasure me as much as you like."

"What mission? I wouldn't call fucking the Captain a mission. It was more like something inevitable, if you catch my meaning."

"You're lying. Someone sent you with specific orders to target me. I want to know who that person is."

She didn't answer. Only looked at him. The man she had come to care about, but had to fool because of duty. Now they would never have a chance. Not when he knew about her mission. Still, she wasn't going to give him any information if she could help it. She gave him a sultry smile. 

"Why don't you fuck me instead? I can feel you want to bury you thick shaft in my cunt."  

He bent down and started sucking her left breast. Rubbing her breasts slowly, before sucking her nipple into his mouth. She felt a rush of warmth go through her body, starting at her nipple and ending in her toes. Sucking her hard, she felt as if he wanted to eat her alive, to treat her breasts as if they were candy and he couldn't get enough of them. 

Moving to her other nipple he repeated the process and soon she felt her body heating all over again. Her nipples feeling tender and her body so aroused she could barely think straight. Oh my god, she thought. How had he done that? She had never known that her breasts were so sensitive, so much that she felt as if he kept it up she would have an orgasm right there and then. And he hadn't even started with the rest of her body.

"Oh my," she gasped. "Maybe I can return the favour by sucking your cock?" she smiled at him. Just slide up and I'll give the blowjob of your lifetime."

Instead he concentrated on her nipples again. Sucking and kissing her until she felt as if any moment now she would erupt into a quivering mass. Her skin being so sensitive she felt her arousal take control of her. 

Finally he started moving slowly down her body, kissing her skin all over and rubbing his hands up and down her legs. She spread her legs to give him more room, and he took advantage of the offering by kissing her mound.

She jumped in surprise as all her bodily heat collected in her cunt. She looked up at him, noticing him positioning himself between her legs, his arms holding her legs up and baring her pussy to his eyes. 

Suddenly, she felt like covering herself. Not letting him see any more of her naked body. Not letting him have the opportunity to tease her any longer. She pulled herself slightly away from him, but he grabbed a hold on her waist. 

"Stay still!" he ordered. "Or tell me what I want to know."

"What are you talking about?" she gasped as he bent down and sucked on her clit. She wailed as her clit felt electrified and the sensitivity made her squirm.

"Why did you search my cabin?" he asked before he sucked her clit hard into his mouth. She wailed with pleasure.

"I wanted to have you. I want you," she gasped.

"Not good enough. Who send you?" She refused to answer and he sucked her clit hard another time. Then started to push his middle finger inside of her moist cunt. She arched her back in response and tried to take him deeper inside of her.

"Who is your employer?" he asked while withdrawing his finger and plunge it inside of her one more time.

"Come inside of me," she gasped instead. "I need you to take me now."

He stopped completely. His finger still buried inside of her cunt. "Not unless you tell me something I want to hear."

"I want you, Morgan," she groaned as she pushed her body closer to him, fucking herself on his finger in a rhythmical motion. "Please, take me."

He groaned as if frustrated by her reply, and she felt him move away from her.

"No," she almost screamed out loud. Her tied hands prevented her from holding him to her. "Please, come back here, Morgan. You can't leave me hanging like this."

"Then tell me the truth first," he growled at her. Frustration evident on his face as he obviously tried to hold on to his control.

"I wanted you so badly I couldn't stay away from you," she said truthfully. "I wanted to have something for myself for a change. Not because I had been ordered to, but because I wanted you."

She watched his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed hard. His eyes had darkened with desire and she found her eyes being dragged to where his cock was tenting his skin suit. She rubbed her legs together, trying to still the trembling in her body, the need to feel him inside of her.

Suddenly he seemed to have made up his mind and he started to tug of his skin suit in a rapid manner. Throwing aside his clothes, she noticed his cock come free from its containment and increasing immediately to a size that made her mouth water with anticipation.

She spread her legs to him and immediately he lay down on top of her and started pushing his large cock head inside of her hungry body. He moved so achingly slow, she felt like screaming for him to hurry, but at the same time she was worried he would regain his wits and start asking questions again. Or worse, maybe he would stop. She arched her back, making it easier for him to push his large cock all the way inside of her body. They groaned in unison as he pushed himself to the hilt, and stayed still for a moment.

Then he started to withdraw, making her tighten around him in prevention of loosing the lovely feeling of being filled by him. He plunged all the way inside of her again, and she made a yelp as he increased the pace and started to fuck her harder and faster. She wrapped her legs around his midriff and held on tightly as he filled up her senses and body with his hard flesh. She struggled to release her hands from their bonds. She wanted to touch him so badly she ached by the thought.

He raised his hands and held her arms tightly in place. His mouth ducking down and kissing her hard on her mouth. She gasped as she felt the taste of herself - of her own arousal – as he devoured her mouth, pushing his tongue inside of her warm mouth and letting her suck on him. He growled and the sound made her twinge with joy and glee over having this man succumb to her body. 

She swirled her tongue over his lips as he pounded into her cunt. Her breathing so hard she felt as if she had run for miles and was getting nearer to her target by every plunge that he did.

Then suddenly he stopped. Breathing hard and baring the look of a savage close to his ultimate release, he stared down at her.

"Don't stop," she gasped, and rubbed her body close to his. She could feel his cock still buried inside of her.

"Tell me," he groaned. "And you'll get your release."

"Damn you," she cursed. "This is blackmail." She tightened her muscles around his cock and wriggled her body slightly. She gasped by the pleasure emerging inside of her hungry flesh, and smiled as she heard him groan when she repeated the process.

"Who is your master?" he said hoarsely as he slowly and excruciatingly withdrew his hard cock from her pussy.

"You are," she replied truthfully, before using her legs to pull him to her.

"Damn you," he cursed before pushing his cock deep inside of her again. His face was lost in pleasure as he fucked her hard and fast, his cock feeling larger as ever was pounding into her hungry flesh. She tilted her waist. Trying to make him rub against her clit as he plunged hard inside of her. Much too soon she saw his eyes glaze over with the force of his climax and he pushed himself inside of her one last time, before collapsing on top of her.

She felt like hitting him. She had been so close it wouldn't have cost him much to see to her pleasure as well. She was practically seething with anger as he finally restored himself enough to raise his head and look at her.

"Are you angry?" he gave her a smug smile. 

"What do you think? Talk about selfish behaviour," she snarled at him.

"Bad girls don't get rewarded," he smiled and got up from the bed. "Start talking about your spying activities and you'll get that orgasm," he winked at her before exiting the cell.




Surrender Ch. 05



"Come back here, you bastard," she screamed after him. He had left her frustrated, naked and still tied to the bed frame. The ill-mannered louse. 

***

A few hours later he returned to her cell. Looking as smug as ever and very content with himself. Her anger had lessened a little since last time when he left her hanging. Her body had eventually calmed down from the high he had placed her in, but the frustration still lingered in her.

"Enjoying yourself?" he asked teasingly.

"Enormously," she said icily. He removed the bindings on her wrists and rubbed her hands between his own.

"And have you come to the right conclusion? Are you ready to come clean and confess to all you've been doing?"

She glared at him. The jerk. He thought she would give up that easily? Well, he was in for a surprise. No man had ever bested her before and this one would not succeed either – even though he managed to tempt her again and again with his hardened body and his misguided sense of duty. She put on a bright smile. 

"Of course," she said pleasantly. "I've decided to tell you the truth and nothing but the truth."

"You have?" he looked perplex for a while. "Good. Finally you are showing some sense."

"Just come here for a second before I start," she beckoned to him. He leaned over to her and she threw herself over him. Knocking him down to the floor while trying to punch him in the face or any other place that would hurt him.

"You bastard," she screamed at him. "How could you leave me like that? I'm going to redecorate your fucking face if you ever do something like that again." 

Recovering from his shock, he grabbed a tight hold on her wrists and held her still, before rolling them both over with him landing on top.

He breathed hard, and she wondered whether it was the exertion or something else that had him in its grasp. She looked toward his waist to check the territory and saw he was getting aroused. His cock was clearly visible against his tight skin suit.

She swallowed hard. That was perhaps not the smartest thing she had done. Now he would want some sort of revenge and being left wanting was perhaps the least of her worries.

"You're not very compliant, are you?" Morgan chuckled as he lifted her naked body in his arm and carried her to the bed. "Lay down on your stomach."

"Why?" She glared at him as he started to unzip his skin suit and revealing his powerfully built body. She felt like salivating over the erotic image of him undressing in front of her, and she wet her lips in anticipation.

"Because I'm going to fuck you until you decide to tell me what I want."

"Hah. That will never work," she said provokingly, daring him to prove her wrong. He came closer to the bed and flipped her over with a slight move with his hand. Trying to turn over again, she felt his naked body coming on top of her, and his warm and naked skin ignited her own. She breathed harshly as she scrambled away from the temptation he presented.

He held on to her waist with both his hands and rubbed her cunt against his hard cock. So slowly she felt the heat build inside of her again. Her hungry pussy was aching to take him inside again and she couldn't prevent her body from pressing against his. 

Understanding her plea he pushed his cock closer to her opening and the wetness that had already gathered inside her. He rubbed against her, but still without entering. She couldn't bear to hold back any longer and she reached behind her to touch him. He stopped her hand.

"No need for that," he murmured into her ear. His warm chest was felt all along her backside, giving her the feeling of protection and terrifying want at the same time.

"But I want to touch you."

"And you will. If you just tell me what I want first."

"And what is that?"

"Who do you work for?"

"Alpha Centauri," she gasped out.

"Wrong answer. Who do you really work for?"

"You."

"Not true. Maybe you need some more prodding," he said heatedly as he moved his right hand around to her front, locating the small fold that made her crave him even more. He circled her slit in slow and determined motions. Her breath hitched as she felt her body warming to his touch, alternating between pushing back against his large cock head on the verge of her cunt, and given her clit to his warm hand.

He chuckled in her ear. "You're getting wet." As if she wasn't perfectly aware of the fact, and she felt herself blush to hear him laugh at her involuntary response to his touch. She tried to shake him off her but he held her tightly to him. "Oh no, you don't. There will be no escaping me until I have the answers that I seek. You might as well turn yourself over right now."

"Never," she swore.

"All right. Since you're being such a stubborn little minx..." He let the sentence hang in the air as he drew back a little, before plunging his cock all the way inside of her in one fluid motion. She screamed out in shock as wave after wave off pleasure poured through her. He rubbed her clit at the same time as he withdrew a little, and then plunged inside of her one more time. 

She moaned in contentment as her body was finally getting the stimulation it needed and she hoped that this time he would take her all the way. She held on to the mattress as she pushed back against him, taking him even deeper than before.

He withdrew slightly, before pushing his cock inside of her again, hitting some pleasure point inside of her cunt. She gasped as she felt his next few plunges hit directly at the same good spot and she breathed hard. At the same time he rubbed her clit hard and she screamed out her pleasure as her entire body gave itself over to the pleasure pouring through her. 

She lay gasping against the mattress, feeling Morgan's warm body next to her, him holding himself still as she gave herself up to the relief than was making all her muscles feel relaxed.

"Your employer?" Morgan asked heatedly. "Who is it?"

"Huh?" she moaned as she enjoyed the feeling of intense pleasure and limpness, vowing not to make another move for the next few hours. 

But suddenly she felt Morgan lift her hips and push his cock inside of her again. Her limp body came to life again and as he rubbed his hand over her clit again she felt heat starting to build inside of her again. 

No, it couldn't be happening. Not so soon after her release, she thought. She couldn't have another orgasm so soon after the enormous release she had just experienced. But her body was playing to another's tune and she breathed harshly as all her muscles tightened around his hard cock, trying to coax him to take her harder. As if he had heard her plea, he started to push harder inside of her. 

She gazed as her body heated to his touch, and with a deep plunge inside her cunt she screamed again as another intense wave of pleasure poured through her. She whimpered loudly as she felt her body contract and contract, squeezing his cock in the process and trying to lure him to follow her. Instead he retreated slightly and held himself still as he held her closely.

"What is going on?" she wondered as soon as she could start thinking again. "Why are you doing this?"

"I'm pleasing you," he groaned. "Wasn't that what you wanted?"

"Yes, but now it's enough," she gasped.

"Not before I say so – or you start confessing," he chuckled and pushed inside of her again, while teasing her clit to dance to his tune. A few more strokes and deep plunges and she wailed aloud as her orgasm hit her another time. She couldn't believe it. She had never had several orgasms in a row before and she felt dreadfully tired as another orgasm flowed through her body. 

It felt like she had lost her ability to control her own body. He was playing her so well, she couldn't do anything to prevent him from taking another orgasm out of her. She felt her lower back was aching after having maintained the same position for so long. Her thighs were shaking and she felt as if she had been drugged again.

"Your employer?" she heard Morgan pant from behind her. He was obviously having a hard time himself, although she knew he hadn't come yet. She tried to tighten her tired muscles around his cock to end this pleasurable torment.

She couldn't answer him, and as he pushed his cock all the way inside of her again, she struggled to tighten around his cock, to give him some of the pleasure he had given her. Lifting her hips upward, she managed to keep her thighs from shaking. His hands rubbed her clit another time, and as she prepared herself for another jump over the cliff to pleasure she was relieved to hear Morgan breathing harder. 

He plunged inside of her a few more times before she collapsed in another earth shattering orgasm. Her entire body convulsing with pleasure and her muscles tightening around his cock, dragging him along with her. She heard his scream as he pounded wildly inside of her before collapsing on top of her, his weight barely held up by his elbows. 

He breathed deeply for several minutes, before holding her to him and rolling them both over one the side, his arm still wrapped around her waist. They both lay still and a few minutes later, Eva felt herself drifting off into a deep sleep.



Surrender Ch. 06



Master Kane received an instant message from the Intelligence Service. Oliver looked at him as a deep frown formed on his forehead.

"Interesting news, Master Kane?" Oliver asked the older man.

"Very," Master Kane answered in a distant tone as if his mind was focused on something else entirely. "Get Captain Taylor up here immediately," he suddenly ordered. "He needs to hear this."

Oliver ran to collect the tired looking Captain from their prisoner's cell. He chuckled as he saw the dark rings around the Captain's eyes.

"Hard work?"

"Don't ask or I'm handing the job over to you instead," Morgan snarled at him.

"Anytime," Oliver laughed. "Judging by the sounds it seems you're enjoying the task immensely."

Morgan only grumbled something unintelligible.

***

"Any news?" Morgan asked Master Kane as soon as they were left alone in Kane's cabin. "And what's all this secrecy about. If the danger is imminent I want my men to know about it."

"It's nothing like that," Master Kane intervened. "I've just received some interesting news about our captive."

Morgan sank down into a chair. "What about her?"

"She's not who she seems to be, for one."

"She's still a spy."

"Yes, but not only that."

"Huh? What else then?" Morgan was perplexed. 

"Her name is not Eva Kendrick, but Eva Kelley."

Morgan just shook his head. "And what does that mean?"

"Does the name Jack Kelley sound familiar?"

"Of course," Morgan breathed out as comprehension hit him. "The suspected criminal. I heard he hung out with the rebels." 

"And he's possibly the Rebel's leader, if my information is correct," Master Kane added.

"Their leader? And Eva is a relation of his?"

"His sister."

"What? I'm fucking the sister of Mr Rebel himself? No wonder she's a tough nail."

"Yes, it runs in the family it seems. But..." Master Kane hesitated for a while. His face looking somewhat perplex in Morgan's point of view. "There is something else you should know."

"Yes?"

"Eva Kelley is also your mate."

"What? That cannot be. She's an enemy. How can she be my mate?"

"Well, I'm not sure, but the star seers are sure about it. You were born for each other, making her the most compatible woman you can find."

"No, I don't believe that. I can't mate with her. It's not possible."

"Oh, I think the last few days have proven you're very compatible at least in one aspect."

"That's not the point," Morgan growled between clenched teeth. "I don't want her. She's just a means to an end to discover information."

"And what would she be if she was eliminated from the fight? When mated she would be your property and she would not have the opportunity to wreak any more havoc."

"She can't be trusted," Morgan said angrily. "She could always sneak a peek at my papers, and run to this brother of hers with information he's not supposed to have."

"Not if she was kept too busy with other matters," Master Kane said and winked knowingly.

"You mean..."

"Yes. As a mated woman she would have enough with answering to your every demand, locked up in your house and being a slave to your body. A lifelong prison as some would call it. What better way to contain her? Besides, we can't afford to kill a woman. Spy or no spy. We haven't got enough women as it is, and we can't kidnap all of them from earth, can we? That would be too conspicuous." 

"So I have to choose between no mate and a mate that is my enemy? A woman I would have to watch over every minute of the day?"

"Or you can have some of your men watch over her when you're not around. I think it's more a question of: do you want the woman or not? Do you not feel drawn to her body already? That is what a true mate will do to you, and the feeling will increase over time."

"I need to think about it." Morgan turned to leave as Master Kane interrupted him.

"Just let me know when you decide that you want her," he chuckled. "But I think we can skip the preparation period though."

"Why?"

"Since you've already given her plenty of orgasm there's really no point in having three days of abstinence, is there?"

"Probably not," Morgan replied as he exited the cabin and returned to his own. He needed to think before he had to face his mate and enemy again.

***

A few hours later he came to her. His face one of intense concentration and determination. This didn't bode well, she thought as she prepared to bolt from the room. She held the sheet she had tied around her body in a tighter grip. He must have noticed her expression as he closed the door behind him with a loud bang.

"Who are you really?"

"Are you having difficulties with your memory, Morgan? I'm your new navigator, remember?" she teased him.

"No, you're not. You're the new spy."

"Tsk, tsk, details, details." She noticed his face was darkening.

"Details? You think it's a detail that your information leads to someone's death?"

"Now you're really being unfair here. I'm just doing my job as a navigator, and I've never done any spying."

"You're still lying to me," he accused her. "I have proof."

"Proof of what? Have you caught me doing anything illegal against you or anyone else of your crew?" she asked angrily. "Have you?"

Morgan just glared at her. It was circumstantial evidence, he knew that, but he also knew that everything pointed toward her. It had to be her. He couldn't afford to have doubts even though she sounded sincere.

"No, you haven't any real proof," she concluded. "All I have done is to be attracted to you and enjoy your body. Now, is that so wrong?"

"You're trying to blame me? You attacked me, remember? While you were rummaging through my room. Attracted, no way. You only wanted to doze my brain so I wouldn't suspect you, that's what you did."

"Poor Morgan. You don't think a woman like me could want you for your body then?"

"Prove it, then."

She stared at him. What sort of trick was he up to? He was up to something, she was sure of it, but what? Even so, she had no other choice but to play along. Play along until she had an opportunity to get away. From him and the rest of their enemies. 

Her enemy. Was that all he would ever be to her? No, it couldn't be. She would never be able to look at him and hate him. He was so much more that just a soldier from the other side of the conflict. She shook the thoughts away. It was better not to think of what lay ahead. She just wanted to live here and now and not think about tomorrow.

She dropped the sheet draping her naked body. He stood still. Looking at her. His eyes widening and roaming all over her body. She could see his eyes flaring with want -- and need -- and felt her own body respond in kind. Her pussy feeling hot and wet all of a sudden, and naked needs pouring through her body. She stepped over to him and reached for his skin suit. Removing it slowly from his body, he followed her silent directions and helped her undress him. All the time he was following her every move with his warm gaze before settling his eyes on her erect nipples.

He bent down and sucked her left nipple into his mouth and kissed her hard. Heat emerged through her in a sudden stroke and she held on to his shoulders as he continued kissing her. He ventured onward to her other breast and treated it the same way. She felt as if all of her nerve strings were directed from her breasts out to every other part of her body and she felt dazed. She moaned as he slightly bit her nipple. 

"Stop that," she murmured.

"You don't like it? Trust me. You will beg me to repeat it later on."

"I doubt it."

He lifted her up and she squealed in delight. Worried that he would drop her and feeling giddy over the fact that he could carry her so effortlessly. It made her feel so small and womanly, a feeling she hadn't felt in years. Not since she became the female military she had turned into so many years ago. She felt tears starting to form by the thought of what she might have missed. What she still was unlikely to have: a normal life with a man that loved her.

She shook her head. It was no use thinking about it right now. Now was the time to enjoy Morgan and his well muscled body, before she had to leave him forever. She wanted to enjoy every minute of the time they had left.

He seemed to have similar ideas as he lay down beside her and started licking and kissing her breasts. She gasped as her body heated to his touch and she let herself enjoy his ministrations. Trying to collect herself and taking the lead, she raised her body and tried to get on top of Morgan. He laid a hand on her stomach and pushed her down again.

"No, allow me," he murmured before he continued kissing his way from her breast and across her stomach.

"Morgan, what are you doing?" she wondered aloud, before she got her answer as he spread her legs and placed himself between them. She tried to get away again, but he held her tightly.

"No, let me pleasure you," he smiled at her.

What was going on here, she wondered before she felt him kissing her pussy and spreading her thighs further apart. Her cunt was completely revealed to him and she looked down to see him watch her closely. She had never felt this exposed before. He looked so mesmerized it seemed he was trying to memorize every part of her body. How strange. And how dangerous, she thought as she closed her eyes to the tenderness portrayed in his eyes. This tender lover was so much harder to resist than the skilful interrogator he had portrayed earlier.

He tongued her clit and she screamed with joy.

"Look at me," he ordered her. She could not help but to obey him. She leaned her upper body on her elbows and met his eyes. He moved his hands under her bottom, lifting her nearer to him. He blew cold air at her clit and she shuddered as a feeling of naked want poured through her. She arched her back, trying to entice him closer to her cunt - wanting him to end the torture he was putting her through.

"Morgan," she groaned. 

"Any requests?" he smiled at her.

"Just... just do something."

He laughed heartily and the sound made her more suspicious than ever. What was he doing to her? He acted as if they were more than lovers - that she meant something to him. But that couldn't be. Could he be that cruel? That good an actor?

He glided his tongue over her clit, circling the tip slowly and warmly around her pleasure point. She felt like screaming for him to get on with it. Still, her pride made her hold back the words. He was up to something. She could tell. And she didn't want to give him the pleasure of watching her beg. Not this time. Instead she tried to reach for him, but he grabbed her hands and held them along her body.

"No need for that, honey," he murmured as he pushed his tongue against her cunt. 

She gasped as she felt the moistness gathering in answer to his touch. He made a slurping sound, telling her more clearly than words that he had discovered her weakness -- discovered how much she wanted him inside of her. She felt pussy getting moist again. Suddenly he let go of her hands and she felt him slowly push a finger inside of her. Immediately she tightened around him, following his every lead and trying to take him as far inside as she could.

"More, darling?"

"Yes," she groaned. Her entire body felt like it was convulsed in flames and heated so much she could barely think past her getting the pleasure that she wanted. Her wish was granted just the same as Morgan pushed another finger inside of her wet cunt and started fucking her slowly -- in and out, as she tried to tighten her muscles around his fingers. Moaning her pleasure, she spread her legs further just before she felt his tongue on her clit again. The combined pleasure of having both her cunt filled and her clit massaged was almost killing her and she screamed out her joy as her body started to shake with lust.

"Morgan," she screamed. "Oh my god, Morgan." He answered by kissing her clit and she placed her hands on his cheeks holding her to him as she lifted her hips to his face -- trying hard to push herself over the edge he had led her to.

She felt herself getting closer and closer to the bliss that would soon ripple through her. She gazed at him, trying to plaster him on her brain, knowing she would never forget him for as long as she lived. She felt her entire body heating up as she prepared to fuck herself on his fingers a few more times before she plummeted into the orgasm that she sought.

Suddenly, Morgan lifted his mouth away from her clit. His fingers had stilled their movements and were embedded deep inside of her body.

"Morgan," she pleaded. "Don't stop."

"Tell me about your brother," he asked her suddenly. He was breathing hard. She moaned as she arched her body, trying to create the motion she needed to orgasm.

"What brother? I don't have a brother," she finally gasped as he bent down and continued lapping at her hungry flesh.

"Where is he?" Morgan asked as he stopped tonguing her.

"I don't know," she ground out. Her body screaming for release and her mind starting to fog over. Why did he waste time by asking her all these questions?

"Oh, I think you do," he murmured as he removed his fingers from her pussy. She screamed in frustration. He answered by pinching her right nipple. She screamed again as pleasure poured through her and gathered in her cunt. It couldn't be, she thought. She couldn't find any pleasure in pain, but as he pinched her again she felt her body ready to explode with release.

"Where is he?" Morgan prodded again at the same as he moved up her body and aimed his cock at her pussy. 

She reached out her arms to him and as he plunged inside of her in one deep plunge she screamed out. "Ziota". 

Immediately she went over the edge and screamed out her joy as her body convulsed into a hard release. She held on tightly to Morgan as he plunged and withdrew a few more times before emptying his seed inside of her welcoming body with a satisfied moan. He sank down on top of her, barely holding his weight on his elbows while breathing hard.

Finally he lifted his head and looked her straight in the eyes. 

"You are mine, Eva Kelley," he groaned out as soon as he caught his breath again. "All mine."

Her fogged mind barely registered what he was saying. Only registered his domineering tone and the look of ownership in his eyes. He looked so sure of himself. As if he thought he had tamed her into doing his bidding just by giving her pleasure.

Suddenly it dawned on her what he had said. How could he know her real name? It had to be a mistake. She couldn't have heard him correctly.

"My name is Kendrick," she said. "Eva Kendrick."

He chuckled. "Liar," he smiled at her. "I know exactly who you are. There's no use denying it anymore."

"What are you talking about? Are you sure that orgasm didn't evaporate your brain, Morgan? Maybe you should stop coming so hard," she said teasingly as she tried to push him away from her body. He seemed so strange suddenly. The look of ownership in his eyes made her feel insecure. He was up to something and she didn't understand what it was. Only that she would probably not like it.

He stayed still, his cock still embedded in her warmth. Slowly he lifted himself onto his elbows but that only resulted in pushing his cock further inside of her body. She felt him harden again. "So soon?" she wondered as she lifted her eyebrows in surprise and looked at him. His eyes glazed over and he slowly moved inside of her, as if testing the territory and locating the pleasure they had just shared.

Suddenly he opened his eyes and stared at her. She was spellbound by the intensity in his gaze. What now, she managed to think before he reached for her hands and quickly lifted them over her head, holding the tightly and preventing her from moving.

She stared at him in shock. The tender lover had suddenly turned into a domineering man. His expression was portraying a strange intensity, as if he wanted to own her -- body and soul. She felt open and vulnerable and more female than she had ever done before. She didn't like the feeling at all. Collecting her strength, she let herself relax in his arms. It was no use in letting him think he could scare her into submission. She would try to beat him at his own game and not let him believe that he had some sort of hold on her.

Arching her back she presented her breasts to him. Her nipples had tightened and were practically begging him to kiss them. Spreading her legs a little, she wrapped them around his backside and dragged him closer to her in a sudden push. She felt his hardened cock filling her up one more time as they groaned in unison at the welcoming feeling.

"You were saying, Morgan?" she prodded him.

"Vixen," he groaned before he retreated and plunged inside of her in one fluid motion. "I know exactly who you are and why you are trying to fog my mind," he stated as he continued fucking her in a series of leisure movements.

She arched her back again, allowing him even further inside of her body at the same time as she tightened around him. It felt so good she wanted to keep him there forever. She wanted him to let go off her arms so she could cling to him, but he still held them tightly over her head. All she could do was let him do the work as she followed his every move with her pelvis. She felt strangely elated by the restraint that prevented her from moving freely. Maybe she was into bondage after all, she chuckled.

"What's so funny?" he wondered as he plunged hard inside of her.

"Oh my," she gasped out. Recollecting herself she responded. "Bondage doesn't seem so bad after all," she groaned out.

"Ah, you want more, is that it?" he watched her closely as she nodded, her eyes closing to the pleasure surging through her. "Open your eyes!" he ordered. She didn't want to. She was worried that her feelings would be revealed to him.

Suddenly he stopped moving. She opened her eyes to see what was wrong.

"Good. Now keep them open," he commanded as he plunged inside of her again, his eyes locked on hers all the time. "You're mine, Eva Kelley," he said. Repeating his former statement and revealing to her that she had heard him correctly the first time. He did actually know her real name. How was that possible, she wondered as her eyes opened even more before she could hide her reaction?

"Nothing to say, darling? Well then, my sweet little spy of a rebel's sister..." She gasped as she heard him reveal her secret. He used the pause to take her even further, aiming his cock directly at her pleasure point, making her gasp from the naked want pouring through her, letting her forget what he had just revealed. She tightened around him and felt herself falling over the edge -- to oblivion -- to someplace where they weren't enemies and where she didn't have to hide her emotions. She tightened one last time and prepared to plummet into the unknown as he kissed her hard on the mouth. She looked up at him as he lifted his lips away from her own.

"My mate," he groaned as he plunged inside of her one last time, driving her over the edge with him as they both screamed out their pleasure. Her body was shaking as he drove himself to her bottom, pouring every drop of his life-force into her body. She panted and tried to regain herself. Tried to remember if he had said anything vital. What had it been?

"My mate," Morgan murmured as he fell down beside of her, dragging her close to him so her head was resting on his arm.

The shock of his revelation was troubling her. No! Fate couldn't be that cruel. They couldn't be mates. As soon as she had the chance she would escape him and return to own people. She couldn't be tied to him for the rest of her life.

"You're joking, aren't you?" she asked in what she hoped was a casual tone.

"Never," Morgan replied glumly.




Surrender Ch. 06



"But, it can't be. We can't be mates."

"Why not?" he looked at her. "Sex between mates is said to be better than anything else, and I'm not complaining," he said teasingly.

"But, but... We're enemies."

"A ha, finally you're admitting to it, Miss Spy-in-my-cabin. Still, the star seers are quite certain of the fact that one Eva Kelley, sister of the infamous rebel leader, Jack Kelley, is the true mate of Morgan Taylor. To be frank, you wouldn't be the most likely candidate, and I'm sure some god is laughing his head off somewhere because of it. But, the main point is: You're mine and I'm keeping you -- enemy or not. You're not getting away from me ever again, missy."

"It that a threat, Morgan?" Eva wondered icily. "I don't see the point in keeping an enemy as your mate. It will never work out."

He tightened his grip around her. "Even so, I'm keeping you. Don't you ever think otherwise!" 

It still sounded like a threat, Eva thought.

***

The next day they attended the mating ceremony and Morgan said the necessary vows in order to complete their mating. Eva just stood watching, barely conscious of what was happening. She was lost in thoughts about having Morgan as her mate. Sure she liked having sex with him, but spending the rest of their life together was not something she had anticipated once she accepted the mission. 

She had been reluctant to begin with once she learned what her mission implied: seduction. But still she couldn't deny the pleasures she had felt in the arms of Captain Morgan Taylor. To learn that he was her mate only partly explained why she enjoyed him so much. 

Oh well, she thought as she adjusted her bound hands in front of her body. Right now she could do little except playing along with their little game. Later, she would take back the control over her life and then she would leave her so called 'mate'. There had to be a mistake somewhere. They were still enemies and no good could come of them being together as mates. 

Still, right now she only had to go with the flow and concentrate on the pleasure, she thought as she roamed her hungry eyes over his body, taking in every detail of Morgan clad in his best uniform and looking stronger and more vital than she had ever seen him before. He noticed her stare and gave her a wink before settling his eyes on her breasts. She felt warmth seep through her body and settling in her lower regions. It was unsettling how he could rattle her composure with just a look. But what a look? His eyes seem to erupt in warmth.

"Ahem," she suddenly heard a sharp voice interrupting the calm. "Morgan, are you paying attention?" Master Kane said a little louder.

A quick glance around them revealed that every eye was directed at them. Eva blushed and looked down on her slippers, admiring them with a newfound interest and vowing to keep her mind on the issue at hand from now on.

"Now Morgan, I know you're eager to be alone with your mate, but it would pass more quickly if you pay attention," Master Kane proclaimed in a humorous tone.

"Of course, Master Kane," Morgan replied good-naturedly. "You have my undivided attention."

"I doubt it," Master Kane chuckled. "Let's get on with it, shall we?" And he droned on as question after question was answered and Eva realised that Morgan promised to mate her well and often, a fact that almost made her giggle but this time she managed to contain herself. Next thing she heard was Morgan promising to protect her with his own life. She felt a chill roaming down her spine as she listened. 

No, that couldn't be, she thought. He couldn't promise something like that. Hopefully he would never resolve to do anything dangerous, as to keep that promise. That made escaping him so much more difficult. But she knew in her heart he was not a man to disavow his promises. That meant he could very well risk his life when meeting up with her brother. Oh no, why hadn't she thought about that before?

Jack would love the opportunity to kill one of his enemies. And especially someone whom he thought had taken advantage of his only sister. This demanded some serious planning on her part, she thought.



Surrender Ch. 07



Soon after the ceremony was finished and everyone had said their congratulations, Morgan grabbed Eva's hand and dragged her with him toward his cabin.

"But, but...," she protested as she noticed the knowing glances the crewmembers sent them.

"Just let them stare," Morgan chuckled. "They aren't mated so they must still be on duty," he sent his soldiers a knowing glance and saw them return to their work. 

"Come along here, honey," Morgan said as he opened the door to his cabin and took her inside. A short command and the door closed behind them. Locking them inside. "Finally alone," Morgan said in a relieved tone as he let his eyes roam all over her body, heating her once again. "Now, how about repeating that look-over you gave me in there?" he suggested.

Eva looked at him. Why not? It was embarrassing to know that everyone of his crew knew exactly what they were up to, but hadn't they known all along what had occurred in her prison cell? And now that they were mated they were allowed to have sex -- it was even anticipated. She shoved away any thoughts about them being enemies and gave him a sultry smile.

"Why not," she said aloud, before moving her hand to her suit and slowly opening it, revealing her naked breasts underneath. At once she had Morgan's undivided attention and he stared at every part of her skin at she slowly revealed more to him. She moved her hands to her braid, and took off the hairpins, letting her long hair flow freely over her shoulders.

Morgan gasped and came closer all of a sudden.

"Stop there," she ordered him. "Now it's my turn." He nodded as if giving her permission to set the pace of their lovemaking for once. 

"Sit in that chair," she ordered.

"I'm not sure that would be much fun," Morgan smiled at her. "It's impossible to lie down."

"I don't want you to lie down," she said silkily as she directed him toward the chair. "I have something completely different on my mind." 

"Good. I like variation. As long as it ends with my cock buried inside of you, I'm in," he chuckled. He sank down in the chair and leaned back, watching carefully every move she made. 

"Oh, I'm sure that can be arranged," she said teasingly, giving him a warm look as if she wanted to skip all the warm up and get right down to business. But he deserved to wait a little longer, she thought smugly as she took a deep breath and prepared to make him mad with wanting her -- hopefully before she surrendered herself to him.

She stood before him and continued her slow undressing, making sure to touch and fondle the underside of her breasts as if she planned to feed them to him. Gradually dragging the fabric down over her stomach, she roamed her hands over her skin, massaging herself until she felt the warmth seeping through her every pore as she envisioned him being the one that touched her. 

She opened her eyes and gazed at him - wanting him to partake in her fantasy and making him understand her yearning. His eyes were heated and the bulge in his lap had now increased into a full erection by the look of it. His hands had tightened on the armrests and his knuckles were whitening by the force of his grip. 

She made quick work of the rest of her skin suit and stepped away from it, leaving her naked before him. He swallowed hard as he looked her over, stopping at her breasts and her hairless cunt.

"You have shaved?" he asked hoarsely. 

"Yes, I wanted to feel your skin against mine -- to increase my sensitivity."

"Next time you better tell me in advance, so I can give you a hand," Morgan said hoarsely as he stared at her naked cunt as if he was completely spellbound by her hairless skin.

She came towards him and started to open his skin suit, starting at his throat, then gradually removing his skin suit in front of her eyes. She longed to touch him, but she wanted him closer to the edge before that. For once she would enjoy being the one in command and she longed to see him bend to her rule for a change.

He reached out and touched her nipples but she caught his hands and put them back to the armrests.

"Sit still or I'll stop," she ordered.

He chuckled. "What? You want to give and not receive?" 

She nodded her assent. She didn't trust her voice at the time. 

"Be my guest and do what you like," he smiled at her and leaned backwards in the chair, looking as sure and collected as he always did. She wanted to rock that posture -- wanted him to plead and beg for her to pleasure him. She vowed to achieve that goal. Even if it meant postponing her own pleasure until she was shaking with need. Moving between his legs she sat down on her knees between his thighs. Her hands roamed over his tight stomach and she was elated by his sharp intake of breath as she moved closer to his swollen member. 

She opened his skin suit to reveal the more interesting skin underneath. His hardened cock immediately leapt free of the fabric and stood proudly in front of her sultry eyes. She watched in awe as she took in his large member - the thickness of him and the bulbous head. She circled her hand around the head and gave him a firm squeeze. Morgan breathed deeply but still held himself still -- allowing her to examine him as she wanted. 

She smiled at him as she moved her hand down toward the root of his cock, meeting the hair that enveloped his thick cock, before venturing upwards again. The bulbous head seemed to be even bigger now and she could see white liquid gathering at the top, preparing to coat his way inside of her hungry body. She licked her lips at the sight and felt a strong need to take him inside of her -- one way or another. 

She bent forward and moved her tongue over his cock head, teasing the small bud underneath his cock head with the tip of her tongue. A gasp was heard from Morgan and she felt his cock becoming harder than before and making a jerking motion as if to leave her grip. She wouldn't let him leave and she opened her mouth and enveloped his cock with her warm lips.

"Oh, god," he said hoarsely. His voice was barely recognisable. 

Holding on to him with her hands, she held his cock directed at her as she tried to take as much of him as she could inside of her mouth. There was still much to go as she felt his cock head meet the back of her throat. She stroked his warm member with her tongue, willing him to feel as much pleasure as she did as she carefully examined every part of him with her lips and tongue. 

"Don't stop. Please, don't stop," he groaned loudly.

She moved her lips upwards and almost letting go of his cock, before she enveloped him in her mouth again. Tightening her lips around his warm flesh she sucked him to her as if he was a sweet that she couldn't get enough of. She could hear him moan every time she took him into her mouth. Hearing his breathing becoming more and more erratic as she felt him giving himself up to the feelings she awoke in him. 

She felt elated at having this much power over such a strong man. A man that she could never best at anything relating to physical strength was now a pawn in her hand, a slave to her lips and tongue. She moved even closer and held on to his thighs as she increased the pressure around his cock, sucking him as hard as she could. Her cheek muscles were aching by the strain but she kept on, wanting to bring him as much joy as she could.

She felt him move him his hands over her shoulders and holding her head tightly to him. Seeming worried that she would leave him, as he pushed his hips upwards and his cock further inside her mouth. Returning back, she followed him, not willing to let go of her price. Tightening his thighs he pushed upward again, fucking himself on her mouth. She followed his tempo and sucked him hard, holding on to his thighs with both hands as she felt him push hard inside of her mouth and screaming out at the same time. 

Her mouth was filled with salty fluid as she felt his contractions. She held on to him and continued sucking him, wanting to take all of his liquid inside of her. Swallowing the first load, she circled her tongue around his cock head and she felt him relax and fall back into the chair -- still holding her tightly. She swallowed another load of his saltiness as he gave a start and removed his cock from her mouth.

"Sorry, love," he murmured. "I'm too sensitive, right now." 

He held her tightly to him as he breathed deeply and falling into ease. Eva smiled at his obvious content and felt elated by the look of pure happiness she had spotted on his face. He was a man and no man could help but enjoy a woman going down on him. Still, never before had she enjoyed it this much herself and she wondered why it felt so different this time. 

Maybe it was because he was her mate? Or simply because she wanted him so badly she would take whatever she could get from him? Or was it simply because she longed to conquer him -- to watch him surrender to her the same way she had surrendered herself to him? 

Finally, Morgan seemed to be able to move again, and she felt him loosen his grip around her.

"Stand up, darling," he murmured to her. "Now it's your turn." She stood naked before him as he still sat in the chair, wondering what he was up to. Moving his hands along her body, he settled them behind her hips and pulled her closer to him. He bent down and kissed her shaved pussy. She gasped and arched her back and standing on her tiptoes, trying to get closer to his warm mouth.

His tongue was working magic on her clitoris, moving back and forth over her most sensitive part. The pushing slightly at the knob that was hardening, making her squirm in delight.

"Morgan," she gasped as she felt her knees buckle by the pleasure roaming through her body. He continued licking her clit and she folded her arms around his head, holding on to his shoulders as she felt another ripple of pleasure pour through her.

He tightened his hands around her hips and lifted her a little higher. She followed his every lead as if she was desperate for him to continue his pleasant assault of her body. Spreading her legs wider she felt him kiss her sex lips, before sucking her to him. She screamed in delight and held on tightly to him, wanting to increase the pleasure.

"Morgan," she gasped again. "Just take me." 

She heard him chuckle before he lapped his tongue between of her pussy lips, pushing inside of her. She froze in shock as she could only stand still and revels in the pleasure, trying to grasp every detail of what he was doing to her. He moved his tongue out from her, and then pushed inside again, copying the movements his cock would normally perform. 

She tried to make comparisons and discover which of his body parts felt the best inside of her, but she barely managed to consider the question before he tongued her clit once again. She moaned as she was feeling her orgasm closing in on her, holding on to Morgan for dear life, she pushed her lower body against him in a regular manner, trying to make him realise now was the time to increase the pace.

"Impatient, are you?" he murmured against her clit.

"Oh, Morgan. Stop teasing and get on with it," she almost snarled at him.

He chuckled. "I'm not teasing. Just showing my appreciation," he said before he flipped his tongue lightly over her clit.

She gasped loudly. "Morgan, please."

As the words were uttered, something seemed to change inside of him and he held her tightly as he tongued her clit more firmly than before. She pushed herself against him and suddenly every part of her body seemed to float freely and she gave herself over to the pleasure as she screamed with joy. Ripples of pleasure moved over and over her body and she felt as if her body would erupt with heat and tenderness. Morgan lifted his mouth away from her sensitive clit and laid his head against her stomach as he held her tightly to him as the waves pondered through her. 

As the ripples gradually subsided, Morgan sat up and motioned her closer to him. His cock had hardened again and she watched in awe as she took in the sheer size of him. 

"Come here," he murmured as he held his hand around his hard cock. She spread her legs over his thighs and sank down on top of him, slowly taking his hard cock inside of her moist flesh. She felt her body being filled to the rim as she let herself sink all the way down on him, holding on to his shoulders and trying to hold him as close as she could.

She felt his muscles tense and immediately she felt him push upwards against her. His cock moving even further inside of her. She gasped as she tightened her muscles around her cock, feeling every hard part of him massaging her inner walls. She wanted to feel every centimetre of his cock, and she pushed herself upwards with the help of her legs. Holding on to his shoulders, she sank down on him again. Repeating the process she almost lifted herself away from him, before tightening all her muscles as she impaled herself again.

"Yes," he panted as he followed her pace and lifting her up from him before pushing her down on him afterward. 

She leaned forward and kissed him hard and he met her halfway, putting his tongue inside of her mouth at the same time as his cock was buried to the hilt inside her cunt. She groaned loudly and sucked his tongue, realising she tasted herself in his mouth, and blushing as she remembered just how her taste had gotten there.

"I can't hold much longer," Morgan gasped at her. She whimpered and felt him shake with need as she lifted up and sank down on him again. He moved his hand between their bodies and gently massaged her clit. She felt her pleasure coming crashing over her. Much too quickly, she thought and she moved to remove his hand as she suddenly screamed out as release poured through her entire body. Morgan held on to her and pushed deep inside of her several more times before groaning in pleasure as his body rippled in orgasm. 

They held each other tightly as their breathing slowed down and they were able to use their muscles again. Eva felt tugs coming from Morgan's cock, still embedded in her cunt, but she didn't want to move. Warm liquid was escaping her cunt and seeping down their thighs. She knew it was a good chance that Morgan's seed had found a place inside of her and resulted in some unexpected complications. But she didn't care about that now. 

She wanted as much from him as she could possibly get and shielding her body from his seed was not something that she wanted. She had even stopped taking the birth control shots after she had met him. She tried telling herself she had run out, but she knew the truth was something else entirely.

***

The next morning they reached the borders of Ziota. Morgan was back on the bridge, doing his duty as Captain of the ship, while Eva was locked inside his cabin. Glancing through the loopholes she felt a sense of returning home when seeing the green pastures and forests that covered Ziota. She hadn't been home for many years, but now she finally realised how much she had missed it -- and the people she loved. 

Her brother, Jack, was all there was left of her family. Still, some of the rebels were almost as close as family members and she remembered all the happy times she had spent in their company before she had volunteered as a spy. Most of them were in jail now, or so she had heard. She hoped Jack was not among them. The last time she had heard from him he was still alive, still free and doing his duty to their people -- as they all did.

She had to get out of here, she thought. Had to get a hold on Jack and tell him what she had learned and how they could win the war -- and how to defeat Morgan and his people. The thought depressed her somewhat. She had learned a lot by working as a spy and most of all she had learned that most of her fellow crewmembers didn't care about the war. All they wanted was to live happily and in peace with their neighbours. Just as the rebels did. 

But giving up now they would never succeed in changing the rules of their society, and they had to change. Otherwise they would live at peace but they would never be free. She was well aware that every sort of freedom came at a prize, but she hoped the reward would be worth it.

***

"I heard you discovered a spy on your ship, Morgan?" Connor said as soon as they were alone in Connor's office on Ziota. Connor had been Morgan's superior and the former Captain of Morgan's space ship before he was promoted to governor of the colony of Ziota. Their friendship had lasted for years and Morgan had had countless laughs over his friend's difficulties when he had been mated the year before. 

Still, it seemed Connor had finally found happiness with his mate, Morgan thought as he watched his friend almost bubbling with happiness. He could only wish he would look just as content with his own mating a year from now, Morgan thought glumly. 

"Yes, thanks to Master Kane we managed to stop the information flow to the rebels. We can only speculate how long this have been going on, and how many lives could have been spared if their spy had been discovered earlier."

"Don't take it so hard, Morgan," Connor consoled him. "You know they would have gotten the information one way or another. Either way, the rebels have been quiet lately."

"Lying low, are they?"

"Seems like it. Perhaps planning something big, but you never know with these guys. Maybe we managed to arrest most of them last year after all."

"Aren't they talking then?"

"No. They're tough as nails most of them. And those that aren't don't know much about neither their plans nor their hierarchy. Besides, I'm not much into torture so we've simply locked them up until they decide to start talking." He paused for a while, as if he was lost in thoughts. "Still, this spy of yours, is there a chance that he can be used as a double agent?" Connor asked hopefully.

"Not a chance," Morgan glumly replied. Fearing the worst when his friend found out who their spy actually was. Most likely he deserved it after laughing about his friend when he'd had woman trouble last year.

"He's not talking then?"

"More than enough, yes, since he is a she." 

"A woman?" Connor was staring at Morgan, his face covered in disbelief.

Morgan just nodded solemnly.

"They're sending women to do their dirty work now? What's next? Children spies? I can't believe it."

"This is no ordinary woman," Morgan interrupted. "As far as we've discovered she has worked undercover for years."

"Oh my god," Connor groaned. "How could that have happened? There are so few women around one should think she would have been watched even more carefully than the men are."

"Guess not. But maybe that's the key to her success since no one would ever suspect her of doing anything illegal."

"Sounds likely," Connor agreed. "I never thought a woman was capable of such a deceit."

Morgan laughed. "One should think that after last year's events you would have changed your views about the capabilities of a mere woman, my friend."

"Teri has broadened my horizons, if that's what you're thinking about," Connor said warmly as he talked about his mate. Morgan almost felt envious as he noticed the love that was so obvious in his friend's expression. "But apart from all her strange ideas about this women's movement of hers, she has never taken a political stance against me."

"There is something else you should now about this female spy of ours," Morgan prodded on.

"What then?"

"She's the sister of the rebel's leader."

"Of Jack Kelley?" Connor asked surprised.

Morgan just nodded, before he finally decided to jump into what had to be said. It was no use hiding it any longer. Either way, Connor would find out as soon as he talked to Master Kane.

"She's also my mate."

"Your mate? How is that possible?" Connor's mouth was gaping in surprise. 




Surrender Ch. 07



"Just ask Master Kane. Or the star seers. It doesn't make much sense to me."

"But... but, she's your enemy? What does Master Kane say about it?"

"The usual: Keep her and breed her, only in a more polite manner."

Connor laughed loudly. "The old romantic. He hasn't change much. So what will you do?"

"Try following his advice."

"You don't care for her then?" Connor asked slowly.

"How could I? She's a traitor, remember? How can I ever trust the sister of the rebel leader?"

"By making her love you."

"Huh? As if that would solve anything," Morgan huffed angrily.

"Trust me, it would. If she loves you, she'll never leave you or do you any harm, and that would be the best way to deal with her."

"And how do you suggest that I perform such a miracle? I suppose you've become an expert in the area after all your grovelling to Teri," Morgan said to unravel his friend's calm. But Connor wasn't taking the bait.

"Be nice to her. Allow her the freedom of going where she wants instead of locking her in your room. That would surely help. And of course: make her crave you sexually."

"Are you speaking of experience, Connor? I suppose I can try the last one, but the other two... I can't let her get away. She would escape with all the military secrets she's got her hands on in the past few weeks -- if not years."

"If you don't trust her, she would never trust you. Besides, if she wants to escape she will always find a way to do so."

"Sounds like you're become a romantic just like Master Kane," Morgan laughed loudly. "She's still a spy, remember? No, I'll take my chance on my own special solution."

"And what is that?"

"Never letting her out of my sight."

***

For the next two days, Eva tried her best to evade Morgan but to no avail. He seemed to be everywhere she was and always dogging her around as if she was wearing some kind of chain with him at the other end. She had met their host, Governor Connor Hamilton and his beautiful mate, Teri. She liked Teri and they had gotten along quite well. 

In other circumstances they might even have become friends, but as it was there was little chance of that. Still, Teri had told her about her work for the women's liberation and Eva had listened and nodded as she felt several pieces coming to place in her head. She knew Teri was opposing their laws due to her earthen upbringing and she was even opposing laws that Eva had even grown used to. 

Now she knew that their way of life was not the only one and she longed for some of the changes that Teri had spoken about. As she watched Morgan coming toward her for the tenth time that day, she thought a divorce would have been preferable. How was she ever going to plan her escape with him watching her every step?

***

Morgan sank into a chair in Connor's empty office. He was so tired he couldn't even move. He breathed in deeply a few more times. This was really killing him, he thought. Following her around all day long, looking for clues to reveal her plans while taking care of all his other tasks at the same time. But he didn't trust anyone else to follow her. His men would never be able to see through her pretty facade and understand the sneakiness inside. To reveal her plans before she had the opportunity to follow them through. 

And he knew she was up to something. Being at Ziota the only thing she could do was to escape to the rebels and share all the information she had gathered with them. She was only biding her time, before she managed to escape. Still, he vowed to stop her when she tried. He would stop her - even though that meant sleepless nights and tiresome days. 

He had even stayed away from her bed for the past few days. He couldn't bear to lie beside her, waiting and anticipating for her to run away from him and him being so fast asleep he couldn't stop her. Instead he tried to calm himself with drowning his thoughts in Connor's liquor while his men sat guard outside of his bedroom. So far they had been able to contain her. But for how long? 

Maybe he should simply have chained her to his bed instead of giving her the freedom to move about as she pleased? The solution would surely have pleased him a lot more than he knew it would please her. She would never let him hear the end of it if he tried that, but the idea was tempting. Maybe he should allow her to escape, catch her and then punish her by chaining her. He smiled as he envisioned what he would to do her if that would happen.



Surrender Ch. 08



Finally on the fourth day since their arrival, Eva managed to slip away from her prison guard -- or so she had started to think about him. It was in the middle of the day and Eva carefully peered into the kitchen area. It was empty. Just as she had expected. 

The entire staff had an hour off before they would start dinner, and that hour was more than enough time for her to steal some food for her journey. She wasn't sure how fast she could travel so she had decided to pack all the necessities just to be on the safe side. That meant food, clothes and tools. But first food. She went up to the cupboards and peered inside. 

Suddenly a hand clasped down hard on her shoulder and she was forcibly turned around and lifted onto the table. She yelped as she realised Morgan had intercepted her again.

"And what are you planning this time?" he asked icily as he grabbed her upper arms and held her in place.

Momentarily stunned, Eva could only stare at him. Did he have eyes in his back or something? Or had he placed a tracking device on her so that he could follow her every move? 

"I was hungry," she finally retorted.

"Were you really?" Morgan drawled as if he didn't believe a word she was saying. Apart from his guarding her every step during the day, he had stayed away at night. Only locking her in his room at the palace before he went off to meet with his cronies -- or so she suspected. 

It could be that he went to some other women instead of coming to her, but she didn't want to dig into that hole -- worrying that she might care more than she wanted to, if her suspicions were correct. She had tried to tell herself that she was happy for the reprieve, but she wasn't entirely convinced as she spent her nights awaiting his arrival instead of sleeping.

His eyes suddenly glazed over with something other than anger and she felt him come nearer. Separating her legs with his hip he leaned closer to her, letting her feel his hard body against her torso. She gasped as she leaned her head back so she could meet his eyes. 

Looking up at him she tried to discern exactly what he intended to do to her. The hard bulge against her stomach left her in no doubt as to what he wanted to do. He bent his head and kissed her hard on the mouth, as if he wanted to devour her.

She moved her hands around his back, trying to keep her up and withstand his energetic attack as he ignited the flames inside of her. His hands moved over her breasts and the rest of her body. She held on tighter as she bared her throat to him in an ancient sign of surrender. He growled as he instinctively reacted to her submission and sneaking his hands beneath her hips and dragged her closer to the table edge, rubbing his swollen member against the thin clothing covering her clit.

"Is there something wrong with your room, Captain?" a humorous voice asked from the doorway. Both Eva and Morgan froze at the sudden interruption. 

"Go away," Morgan growled to the intruder. 

"Can't do," the cook replied. "The Governor has requested dinner so this room will soon be packed with staff members. I suggest you take your lady off to another and less crowded room -- unless you want an audience, that is."

"Very funny," Morgan growled as Eva blushed all over her face. She tried to push Morgan away and thought she succeeded when he finally moved, only to be dragged after him out into the corridor and up a set of stairs. She soon realised he meant to do what the cook suggested: take her to his room. She started to protest.

"But, Morgan, it's in the middle of the day."

"So?"

"But what will people think?"

"That we have more important things to do than to chitchat. That I want to fuck my woman." 

She blushed at his uncivilized words, but at the same time she felt her panties getting moist by his choice of words and his uninhibited sexual need for her. The other women couldn't have done a good job in douching his fire, she thought happily as he pushed her into his room and locked the door behind them. 

Moving his hands to his skin suit, he ripped it open, baring his chest to her. Immediately afterward he ripped away the rest of his skin suit and his naked and aroused body was revealed to her in all its glory. She sighed as she took in the sight of his muscular thighs and his swollen member. His cock was standing proudly up along his stomach, telling her clearly what his intentions were. She let her eyes roam up over his flat stomach and his broad chest. 

A few strands of dark hair were covering his chest, stating him as the mature and well developed male that he was. She felt a strong need to plaster his image in the back of her memory, locking the sight of him in her mind for ever. But she knew the picture would never compare to the real thing. She felt her mouth watering with the thought of taking his cock inside of her mouth and sucking him hard until he begged for her mercy. 

But the best would be to take him inside of her moist pussy. She felt her body preparing to take his entire member inside -- preparing and anticipating for him to plunge as far inside of her as was possible. 

"Are you going to strip or just stare?" he suddenly interrupted her fantasies.

She almost jumped in surprise, before laughing at her own breathlessness. She was breathing heavily and she hadn't even touched him yet. Oh my, she thought. This man had way to much power over her senses.

"If you like that suit I suggest you start undressing real quickly," Morgan threatened again.

"All right," she agreed and started to open her suit. He was staring at her breasts as she gradually revealed her body to him. Wanting to shake him as much as he had shaken her, she asked. "Why aren't you demanding that I wear the Ziotian dress now that I'm mated?"

"I've learned from Connor's mistake," Morgan growled.

"Oh, how so?"

"I'm not sharing and that dress is so thin that anybody will see what's underneath. That dress is far better used in privacy where I will be the only one appreciating it."

"But what if I wanted to wear it in public?"

"You don't," he stated boldly.

"How would you know? Maybe I have this craving for exhibitionism?"

"You don't, darling, otherwise you wouldn't blush so much just because the cook caught us kissing in his kitchen."

"It wasn't just kissing," she retorted as she tried to hide another blush.

"No?"

"It was a lot of fondling and rubbing in there as well."

"Ah yes," Morgan breathed out. "That might explain why I have been plagued with this stiffness for a while," he smiled as he fondled his hard cock, moving his hand slowly up and down his shaft.

She stopped undressing as she watched him touching himself.

"You're stalling -- again," he said reprimandingly. "I might have to punish you for it," he said teasingly.

"Don't you dare, Morgan," she answered as she quickly got rid of the last fabric covering her body. At the same time she felt his warm body against her backside -- rubbing his hard cock against her. Placing his large hand on her left ass cheek, he gave her a slight smack before he groped her.

"Ouch," she exclaimed as she jumped in surprise by his smack. "What are you doing, Morgan?" She moved her own hand over the offended part as she tried to turn around and give him a reprimand. It hadn't hurt but the feeling of being dominated was not something she had wanted. It made her feel powerless and dependent on her sex partner -- a feeling that made her feel both terrified and curious at the same time. 

He moved his hand to her hips and held her tightly to him hard body - her backside to his front. As he slowly rolled his hips against hers she felt her breathing increase as she noticed how hard he felt against her. She wanted him to make a better use of that hardness, but she vowed not to start begging before she was desperate for him. 

It was time to establish some rules in this relationship, she thought. She would never be able to stand living with a man that always took command and never let her have any saying. She briefly wondered why she even considered it when she was leaving him as soon as she could, but she shook the thought to the back of her mind as his hands travelled from her hips and toward her front. 

She gasped as his right hand was closing in on her clit and he started fondling her. With his left hand he carefully nudged her legs further apart and she spread them willingly -- making it easier for him to reach her moist centre. He moved his fingers slowly over her clit, making her feel the warmth gathering in her body and aiming straight to her pussy. She rubbed herself against him, hoping to make him increase his fondling. 

"Impatient?" he chuckled in her ear.

She ignored his baiting, wanting him to stop talking and teasing and come inside her instead -- making their coupling a lot easier and less nerve wrecking so it would be easier for her to leave him when that time came. But he wasn't rushing anything it seemed. Instead he continued rubbing her clit slowly and the rest of her hungry flesh, roaming his hands up to her stomach, before venturing down again, making her itch with a temptation to direct his hand to where she wanted to be touched. 

Instead she moved her hands behind her, trying to take his cock in her hands and squeeze him hard. She wanted him to become as breathless as she herself had. But Morgan wasn't budging and all she could reach was his thighs so she settled for squeezing his thighs instead. 

His muscles were so hard she felt a strong need to examine his entire body more closely -- hoping to discover some part of him that wasn't hardened by muscles. Either way she wanted to examine him and take a closer look at what a fine specimen she had been mated with. 

In the back of her mind she knew it was a need to plaster him on her mind, to preserve a picture of him to use when she was spending lonely nights and the only pleasure was in the hands of herself. 

She roamed her hands up and down his thighs, trying to move her body a little away from his and to insert her hand between their bodies. At the same time, Morgan pushed her forward and toward the bed. As she lifted her legs to climb into the bed, he held her hips steadily.

"No, I want to stay right here," he said hoarsely. "Lean your arms on the bed, darling." He gently nudged her upper body down toward the bed. She went willingly, wondering what he was planning to do but still she felt positive she would enjoy it.

Leaning on her hands, she felt him nudge her legs apart again. She looked behind her and saw him positioning himself behind her, grabbing a hold on her hips as he pushed himself slowly against her backside. She answered and met his trusts as he moved his cock between her legs, slowly moving his warm cock against her moistness.

He gave her ass another smack and this time she felt a small sting as his flat hand hit her.

"Morgan," she screamed at him.

"Yes, dear?"

"Would you just stop that?" she said exasperatingly. "I don't like it."

"No?" he moved his hand around to her front and between her sex lips, meeting the warm liquid that was coming from her insides. "Then how do you explain this then?" he asked as he fondled her wetness so a squishing sound was clearly heard.

"That was from before you slapped my buttocks."

"Are you sure about that?" he teased lightly and she could almost hear how he was smiling, seeing right through her protests.

"Why don't you just get on with it?" she suggested.

"Naw, I enjoy this."

"I've realised that. You're just like a cat. Playing with your prey."

"Oh? Is that what you are? My prey? Maybe I'm your prey. Well, come to think about it I did catch you red-handed in the kitchen." 

"You didn't," Eva interceded.

"Didn't what?"

"Red-handed, I mean. I was just looking for some afternoon snack."

"The main thing is that I caught you," Morgan suggested. "And now I'm keeping the trophy," he murmured as he directed his cock toward her opening and slowly pushing inside. She gasped at the painstaking and slow pace, impatient for him to increase the pace. Filling her up, he started withdrawing again and she pushed back against him to prevent his withdrawal. 

Coming back inside he suddenly plunged inside of her in one hard and pleasant shove and she groaned out loud. Withdrawing and plunging one more time he held on to her hips as he continued fucking her deep and hard. She felt her release coming and welcomed it as she worked to keep up with his pace -- trying to tighten around him as he plunged inside of her and filling her with his warm and hard cock. 

She whimpered as he suddenly stopped moving, his cock buried to the hilt and him resting against her, breathing hard. His hand holding on to her hips and holding him inside of her.

"Morgan," she moaned. "Don't stop."

"Wasn't planning to," Morgan replied hoarsely. "God, it feels so good to be inside of you," he growled as he moving slightly from side to side, as if he wanted to explore the walls on each side of his swollen cock.

Eva felt elated at his words and used her hands to push herself back against him, taking his cock further inside of her hungry body. She heard him groan in response before he moved his right hand to her front and started to rub her clit in a telltale manner. 

Immediately she felt her body heating another degree and her breathing increased. She tightened her muscles around his cock as he withdrew slightly and then pushed hard inside of her again. Rubbing her clit in accordance with his plunges she felt her body tightening and preparing to be launch into an orgasm. 

"Morgan," she gasped as she bent her upper body down on the bed, using the leverage to push back against him, trying to follow his pace. He answered by rubbing her clit harder, before plunging deep inside of her at the same time. She screamed as pleasure wave after pleasure wave poured through her body and she tingled all over. 

Her legs gave out from under her and she fell on to the bed in a heap of exhaustion. Her body was shaking in release and she felt contractions in her abdomen. Morgan had followed her down and held her quietly - his cock still buried inside of her. He was still hard but his breathing indicated how close he was. She felt an instant of remorse as she understood how they had both focused on her orgasm and she had made it difficult for him to follow her. She vowed to correct the error as soon as possible and she tightened her hips and pushed back against Morgan.

"Sorry about that, Morgan," she blushed guiltily. "I didn't intend to rob you of your pleasure."

He laughed good-naturedly. "Don't worry, honey. I still intend to get what I want," he said as he pushed his cock further inside of her warmness. She immediately tightened around him. Suddenly he withdrew completely and she looked behind her in confusion. 

"Move up," Morgan smiled at her and she crawled into the middle of the bed, feeling Morgan following close behind her. "Lay down," he ordered and she followed his commands -- not wanting to question her reaction to his every demand. At the same time she felt him move on top of her, his thighs on each side of her legs and his wet cock pushing against her buttocks. 

She arched her body and spread her legs slightly. Immediately his cock slipped inside of her moistness and she felt she had grown accustomed to having him inside - wanting to keep him inside for as long as she wanted. He plunged inside of her, embedding his hard cock to the hilt. 

"Oh my god," she wailed as she felt her body heating up again. He moved his right hand around her hip again and placed it one her clit, fondling her arching centre. She gasped as pure need poured through her. "But, Morgan, it's your turn now," she said gasping.

"Later," he murmured. "Is it good?" he wondered as he plunged his cock deep inside of her again.

"Yes," she screamed as she felt contractions gathering in her stomach and every muscle in her body was tightening -- preparing for a direct hit from his fingers touching her clit. Her unspoken plea was answered as he rubbed her clit hard a few times, his cock withdrawing and plunging inside of her as she screamed out her pleasure another time. 

She sank down on the bed, every muscle relaxed and her entire body focused on breathing as warm pleasure was pouring through her. Her entire body felt like liquid and she vowed to never move again - at least not in the first few hours. She barely registered Morgan chuckling above her. He had stopped moving and was leaning against her, most of his weight leaning on his elbows. He blew cold air on her neck, before kissing her shoulders and upper back. 

His kisses felt relaxing and cooling as he shifted to blowing cold air on her skin again. She yawned as she felt her body relax to his tender administration.

"Morgan?" she said blurrily.

"Yes?"

"Why don't we concentrate on you this time? I can't take much more." He laughed at her.

"Tired already? I think three more will be just fine," he added.

"Three more? You're joking," she interceded in a shocked voice. No way if she could take another orgasm. Not if she wanted to walk in the next couple of hours - not to say days. She tried to raise her body and move away from him. There had to be another way to make him come, she thought and arched her back. Morgan groaned loudly by the new position. Eva smiled as she heard him. 

Maybe she could simply make him come. Then he would have to take a break. She squeezed her inner muscles, feeling every part of his hard cock inside of her. Arching her back a little more and pushing her buttocks back against Morgan she heard him take a deep breath. He was struggling, she thought. Good. 

Now if only he would take the hint and let himself go. Although she would love to give him a hand. She sank down against the bed, before pushing backwards again -- impaling herself on his hard cock.

"Oh..., god. Stop... moving," Morgan panted in between breaths, his body almost shaking in tension as he tried to hold himself back. 

Eva increased the pace instead, clenching his cock tighter with her inner walls, feeling every part of him buried inside of her. She loved the feeling of fullness, of feeling him so close to her and the tip of his cock head touching her g-spot. She felt another orgasm closing in on her but she vowed to keep it contained until she had Morgan along on the ride. He groaned loudly before grabbing a hold on her hips and pushing hard inside of her. 

She screamed in joy as she felt him coming even deeper than before, touching parts of her that had never been pleasured before. She clasped her muscles around his cock, trying to keep him inside. Instead he withdrew almost all the way out of her and she whimpered a protest. He plunged deep inside of her, letting her feel every part of him as he pushed past her straining muscles and straight toward her g-spot. She moaned loudly. His hand moved around her hip and straight to her clit, stroking her slowly.

"No," she gasped. "No, not me this time," and she pushed backwards as he pushed forward. As she screamed out her pleasure she felt him increase his pace, fucking her harder before he finally screamed out in pleasure and sank down against her tired body. Falling on to his side, she rolled with him, they both breathing heavily as their bodies finally relaxed.

***

Morgan looked at the sleeping body of his mate. She had fallen asleep right after their lovemaking, while Morgan had been left feeling calmer than he had been for days. Only sleep still eluded him. He felt comfort in watching her as she snuggled against him, stealing his warmth and a lot more. Whatever was he going to do with her? She was becoming an important part of his life, and still he had no idea what she felt about him. Or how he could make her stay. 




Surrender Ch. 08



Morgan remembered that she had referred to herself as his prey. He laughed a little at the analogy. From his point of view he felt as if he was her prey, like he was a moth spellbound by her light. Physically he was a lot stronger than her, but that didn't matter when he felt as weak as a kitten in her presence. Being lead around by an invisible chain due to the feelings she awoke in him.

He began to understand how impossible it was to make her bow to his command - although he had tried everything in his arsenal to make her surrender to him. Still he realised that if she wanted to leave she would have every opportunity to do so. It was impossible to guard her every part of the day, although he had tried it. After only a few days he was exhausted from dogging her every step, trying to make sure she stayed with him.

Now he realised the fruitlessness in his task. He would never make her stay unless she wanted to, he thought. But how could he ever achieve that? In the past he had always laughed about it when he didn't get what he wanted -- trying to tell himself he could do without it and was not really caring. But this time was different. This time he really wanted the woman that was currently sharing his bed. 

He wanted her body and soul and he wanted her forever. That he finally knew. Losing her would feel like a wound that would never heal and he vowed to do his utmost not to let that happen. So far he had tired himself by following her around. That only accomplished him being too tense or too tired to make love to her in the evening so he had simply stayed away from the temptation that she represented.

Maybe he needed to try another approach? But what? He smiled as he looked at her sleeping body. He seemed to have exhausted her completely as she laid spread out in a deep sleep. Maybe the solution was quite the opposite of what he had done lately: to tire her with lovemaking and making her unable to plot her escape from him? At least that would take care of his problem with the hardness in his pants, he smiled. Yes, that was the solution -- and it was a much more pleasant solution than the one he had tried so far.

***

Over the next couple of days Morgan seemed to be all over her, fucking her in every position and furniture in his room and bathroom. Eva felt exhausted. Both mentally and physically. It seemed that Morgan was in every thought she had and everywhere she turned. The man was like a machine, she thought, to maintain such a large stamina while she was simply exhausted and could barely move anywhere because of her aching muscles. 

One could say something about the man: whenever he put his mind on something, he didn't let go, and now he definitely seemed to have set his mind on fucking her to death. She wanted to laugh about it but her jaws weren't cooperating. 

"Did you say anything, darling?" Morgan asked huskily behind her. 

She just mumbled in reply before falling asleep again.

***

Morgan chuckled as he leaned back on the bed, looking at his tired mate. He had never felt better in his life. Tired, but so happy he was almost bursting with it. He felt his cock begin to harden again, but a look on his sleeping mate told him to give her some time to recuperate. He smiled at his sudden hunger for her. He had fucked her so many times lately he could barely believe it himself. 

All he knew was that every time she was around his instincts told him to fuck her deep and hard -- to spurt his seed deep inside of warm body and make her bow to his will. Make her stay with him. He couldn't get enough of her. 

Luckily, both Connor and Master Kane had known this would happen and given him temporary leave. If not he would have fell into a heap a long time ago. Instead he concentrated on giving her as many orgasms as she could take, before he found his own pleasure inside of her. The plan seemed to work even better than he had anticipated. He was happy and content; while she was so tired she hadn't been able to leave the room lately. That meant she hadn't had any chance to plan her escape either, and that suited him just fine. 

He laid his right hand on her naked hip, before snuggling closer to her. She sighed in her sleep and leaned her body back against his, trying to take in his warmth as his semi erect cock pushed softly between her buttocks. Morgan breathed deeply, trying to prevent the familiar stirring starting in his loins. Damn, but he wanted to wake her up and douche the flame that was currently pouring through him so suddenly and so strong he almost shook by the force of it. He roamed his hand along the ridge of her thigh and up to her hip again. Moving forward over her flat stomach, he held her tightly to him, as he rolled his hips against her backside, feeling his cock becoming fully erect and hungry for her warm and tight pussy. 

He moved his hand up over her stomach to her naked breasts and fondled them slowly, taking in the rounded form and the dark nipples. Gliding his fingers around her nipples he smiled as he watched them tighten and almost begging for his touch. He leaned over her and blew cold air on her nipples, before catching the nearest in his mouth, sucking her slowly. He noticed her breathing had escalated and he hoped she was having a wet dream with him in the leading role. 

He let his hand slide down over her stomach and between her thighs, meeting the moistness that had gathered anew after their last lovemaking. He pleasured the small knob, circling it with his thumb. Moving his index finger down toward her warm pussy, he felt her getting wet, coating his fingers with her want. He lifted her right leg and laid it over his own, opening her up to his touch. 

He heard her moan as he massaged her clit and roamed his fingers over her outer and inner sex lips, feeling them getting wet by the moistness he gathered from her body. He felt warm all over and his hard cock was swollen and he felt like he was going to blow without even coming inside of her. He moved his finger against the opening of her cunt, pushing slowly one finger inside of her, feeling her tightness letting him inside and welcoming his invasion by small contractions of the inner muscles. 

He moved his body into position and removed his finger from her cunt. Moving his hand down passed her cunt, he directed his cock head against her opening, before slowly using his pelvis to push himself inside of her cunt. He gasped as the familiar tightness gathered around his erect cock, making him feel as if he was too big for her, before her muscles relaxed, allowing him inside of the sanctuary he longed to become a part of. 

Finding the right angle, he continued to slowly push his cock inside of her warmth. He laid his right hand on her stomach and holding her tightly to him as he came all the way inside of her. His cock buried inside of her tightness, feeling every muscle inside of her welcome and massaged every centimetre of his hardness. He felt elated by the sheer feeling of bliss and naked want as he reluctantly withdrew until only his cock head was inside of her. 

Looking down to where their bodies met, he could see her pussy stretch to accommodate to his size, hearing her whimpering as he withdrew again.

"Don't stop," she groaned. "Don't you dare."

"You're awake?" he said surprised. He hadn't heard her awake from her deep sleep.

"How do you expect me to sleep when there's a horny man making love to my body?"

"I can stop if you object," he murmured as he kissed her neck. 

"Don't even try to," she threatened and tightened her right leg behind his, bending her knee and pushing his backside closer to her. His cock sank deeper inside of her at the same time and they both groaned in unison. He followed her lead and pushed all the way inside of her, filling her up with his hardness. Immediately she tightened around him and made his following withdrawal a painstaking task as he tried to hold back his orgasm as she pleasured every part of his long cock. 

He felt every nerve ending standing on high alert and he barely held himself in control as he plunged hard inside of her. Holding still inside of her, he moved his right hand from her stomach to her clit, massaging her erect knob and hearing her gasping in delight as he withdrew slightly and pushed inside again, matching his massage on her clit. 

Feeling every muscle in her body tense he knew she was closing in on her pleasure and he plunged his cock deep inside of her as he rubbed her clit a little harder. Immediately she went over the edge with a loud scream and her body convulsing in contractions making her tighten rhythmically around him dragging him along in her fall. 

He held on tightly as he pushed himself deeper inside of her, screaming his joy as he fucked her hard and deeply a few more times, making his pleasure last even longer as he filled her with his semen. 



Surrender Ch. 09



A few days later, Eva started her period. For once she was happy for it. Finally Morgan would leave her alone for a few days and that would give her the opportunity she had been waiting for: to make her escape. Her heart clenched at the thought of leaving, but she had made up her mind. This was something that she had to do. Escape and join the rebels in their cause. 

Later, she hoped for a miracle to allow her to come back to Morgan. She had come to care for him these past few weeks. Enemy or not, she couldn't prevent her pulse from jumping every time she saw him, or her body from heating whenever she heard his voice. But it was unlikely that they could ever live together as mates. Unless Morgan decided to keep her prisoner here for the rest of her life. 

The idea was tempting. But it was a golden cage where she would lose her own will and her ability to do good for others, only losing herself in Morgan's body. She knew she could never be happy with just being his lover.

No, she had to stop these thoughts from polluting her mind. She had a lot of things to do if she was ever going to escape and now she finally had the chance to move about freely. She had informed Morgan about her period the same morning and he had left her alone afterwards. She was happy for it, and especially for the fact that he had gone out and stopped following her every step.

She turned around the corner and aimed for the storerooms on the first floor of the large palace.

Suddenly she felt a large hand grab her from behind and she was slung against a hard body. Immediately he captured her lips between his own and he kissed her hard. She opened her mouth in shock and immediately Morgan took advantage of it and pushed his tongue into her mouth, exploring her as he held her tightly to him.

"God, I've missed you," he groaned before catching her mouth in another breathtaking kiss. But this time he slowed down and carefully licked his way over her bottom lip, before continuing on to her upper lip. Biting her slightly she tried to push him away, but immediately he responded and placed his mouth on hers again, kissing her hard before he deepened the kiss. He moved his hands down along her backside, before grabbing her bottom and lifting her up against him.

"Put your legs around me, honey," he said silkily as he started walking quickly up the stairs again. She finally managed to locate her wits and tried to reason with him.

"But Morgan, I'm having my period," she protested.

"So?"

"So, which part of 'I'm having my period' don't you understand?" she said icily as he opened the door to his room and locking them inside.

"Are you in pain," he glanced at her with a worried look on his face.

"No, not now, but I'm bleeding quite a lot."

"Ah," he breathed in relief. "I know just the recipe for that." He held her tightly and strode toward the bathroom.

"What are you doing? I don't want to bath right now."

"Don't worry, you'll enjoy this."

That was just what she was worried about. "I don't want to have sex with you during my period, Morgan," she tried instead. "It's unseemly."

"It's only natural," he replied. "A little blood has never hurt anyone. Besides, this will help with you're aches." He closed the door behind them and locked it.

"I'm not aching."

"But I am," he said in a pleading voice, making her smile at his evident desperation. "What? You're laughing at my pain? What sort of mate are you?" Morgan teased her lightly.

"The evil kind," she smiled at him. "Besides, it's not my fault that you can't contain yourself, Morgan."

"No? So you're seducing me on purpose, is that it? Thinking you are safe at this time of month? He gave her a heated look-over as she tried to collect herself enough to give him a clever reply. 

Suddenly he grabbed her to him and kissed her hard. Backing away from the consuming heat he was flooding her with, Eva collided with wall behind her. The sound only made Morgan grab a hold beneath her buttocks again and lift her up, fitting her lower abdomen against his as he rolled his hips against her. 

Against her better judgement she felt her body heating to his touch and wondered what was wrong with her. Usually she only felt pain and dirty at this part of the month. She had never felt this hungry for a man's body before, wanting to take him hard and deep and take advantage of her menstrual blood as a lubricant and have rough sex. She shook her head at her unwanted thoughts and tried to focus on how to get Morgan to stop before she lost herself in him another time. 

She moved her hand down over his chest and stomach and met his hard cock. She closed her hand around his cock head and gave him a hard squeeze. He gasped loudly and stopped moving. Only holding her to him as he closed his eyes. His face a study of pure want and pleasure as she tightened her fingers around his most precious part.

"Stop..., for gods sake, stop," he groaned as he involuntary pushed his cock into her hand, as if he couldn't bear the touch but couldn't stay away either. 

"Why don't I simply give you a hand right here," she tempted him. "And cure this swelling of yours." She gave him a firm squeeze so to give him another clue as to what she was planning to do to him.

"Oh...," he groaned. "Tempting...but...no."

"How about if I use my mouth instead of my hand?" She murmured into his ear and immediately she could feel his pulse quickening as she heard his sharp intake of breath.

"Yes...," he breathed hard. "But later," he suddenly blurted out and ripped off her clothes in a quick motion. She screamed a protest as he did the same with his own clothes, leaving them both naked.

"Come here, darling," he tempted her as he reached for her hand. Spellbound she let him have it and followed him into the shower area and watched him turn on the water. As the water flowed down his tempting body, Eva could do little but admire every hard muscle on him. She roamed her eyes all over him, starting at the top and moving downwards. Stopping at his erect cock she licked her mouth at the thought of having him inside of her again. 

At the same time Morgan reached for her arm and dragged her into the shower with him. She raised her head and met his lips in a hard and nerve shaking kiss that made the water feel even warmer. She roamed her hands over his shoulders and his broad chest as she felt the texture of the skin she had just admired. 

Morgan answered by grabbing her underneath her buttocks and hoisting her higher, rubbing her pussy against his hard cock. She gasped by the pleasure that surged through her body and wrapped her legs around him, trusting him to hold her up. 

Morgan turned her against the wall behind the water stream and as the warm water cascaded over their skin he lifted her higher before slowly lowering her, impaling her body on his large cock. She gasped as her cunt was slowly filled with his warm flesh, making her inner walls stretch to accommodate him. 

Her body felt more lubricated than it normally did and she wondered whether it was the menstrual blood or her own body juices that had risen to the occasion. Most likely it was the fact that Morgan was making her crazy about having him. 

Even after the last week when they'd made love a countless number of times, she still wanted him. Still felt as she couldn't get enough of him. It was probably just because she planned to leave him and wanted to sample as much of him as possible before leaving, she thought as she held on tightly as Morgan pounded hard into her body.

She arched her body as she tightened around his cock, trying to hold him inside of her as he pushed hard inside of her before withdrawing. She held on to his shoulders as she suddenly felt her body go over the edge and she screamed into the water spray as her cunt tightened around his hardness in one last effort to take her along with him. 

He held her tightly as her body convulsed in wonderful waves of pleasure and as her breathing slowly returned he kissed her deeply, his tongue meeting hers as she still felt his hard cock inside of her. He let them calm down as he slowly lifted her up and away form his erect cock, holding her to him as she slowly regained her ability to stand, breathing heavily as her body tried to restore itself.

"Was it good?" he asked unnecessarily she thought as sweet feelings for him emerged through her.

"How can you doubt it?" she teased him lightly as she tried to recollect herself. For the time being she was hanging on to his body, as limp as a cushion and grinning uncontrollably. "It was amazing as always, Morgan," she continued as he seemed to expect a reply.

"Amazing, was it? Hm, I can do better than that."

"Oh," she opened her eyes and looked at him, wondering if he was joking or not. "If it gets better than this I won't be able to function at all," she teased him.

"Exactly. I want you completely worn out by pleasure and unable to think at all," Morgan smiled as he moved his hand down and adjusted the shower. She almost jumped in surprise at the warm water spray suddenly hit her buttocks.

"What are you doing?" she wondered aloud before Morgan suddenly turned her around and let her face the wall in the shower area. Leaning her body against his he pushed her a little closer until her hands were braced against the wall. She welcomed the cold wall against her burning skin and leaned her cheek against the wall to try to cool down her burning flesh. Morgan bent closer to her and she felt his large chest against her backside as he directed the water spray some more. 

Suddenly she almost jumped backwards as the water spray hit her directly on her clit. Her skin was still so sensitive she thought she could barely take it.

"Relax," Morgan murmured. "Spread your legs some more."

"I'm much too sensitive, Morgan."

"Just give it a second and you'll enjoy it." 

He wrapped his hands around her and held her close to his front as he motioned her legs apart. She complied and let him steer her in front of the warm water spray and suddenly she felt the spray hit her directly on her clit. She gasped as the pleasure exceeded the pain and she arched her body in pleasure. 

Leaning closer to the wall and the water spray she moaned as her knees were shaking with want. Morgan chuckled in her ear as her body heated and her nipples tightened even more. He roamed his hands over her nipples and squeezed them slightly as her entire body was shaking.

"Let go," he prodded. "Enjoy the pleasure." As his words gradually took meaning in her head, she felt as if his permission was pushing her over the edge. She tightened her body and motioned her clit directly in front of the water spray. 

Feeling every part of her preparing itself she felt a heat wave hit her hard as she screamed loudly and shook involuntary, holding on to Morgan's hands for dear life, as if he was the only thing holding her up. Almost enveloping her with his body she hung limply in front of him as she breathed deep and trying to clear the fog that had placed itself over her mind.

"I'm sorry, Morgan," she finally gasped out.

"What for?" he sounded surprised.

"You didn't get any pleasure."

"Don't worry about that," he turned her around and kissed her softly. "I enjoy watching you come," he said as he looked her deep in the eye, his eyes blazing with heat and something else that she didn't dare define. 

However, she did see the sincerity in his words but she didn't like the feeling of owing him. Letting him be the master of her body and he not taking anything himself. She felt a strong need to see him bow to the same pleasure as she had just experienced. To see him weak and dependent of her touch. Making his eyes glaze over with pleasure and tremble in her hands.

Finally trusting her own body to obey her, she slowly sank down on her knees in front of him, roaming her hands over his body as she settled on her knees. He stared down at her. Surprise evident on his face as she took his hard cock in her hands and squeezed him slightly.

"You don't have to do this," he said hoarsely.

"I know. But I want to," she looked up at him, meeting his heated eyes.

He turned the water spray away from her and spread his legs a little in compliance, obviously accepting her gift. She smiled as she vowed to wipe the smile off his face and make him scream the walls down. 

She looked at the bulbous head of the large cock in front of her. He looked so hard and unbending, still she felt the soft skin covering his shaft portrayed he was soft at times as well. But not now. His cock looked so hard it had to be painful. She lifted her head closer to his cock and licked his cock head, circling her tongue all along the ridge surrounding his cock head. 

Stopping underneath, she located the ridged area underneath the head and tongued him a little harder. A welcoming hiss was heard from Morgan as she repeated the process. Moving her hand over his balls, she stroked them until they felt harder as well. Moving her mouth slowly over his balls she licked and kissed him, moving her hands over his erect cock at the same time. 

Sucking his balls slightly she felt him tightening his leg muscles and pushing his lower body closer to her, as if he couldn't resist offering himself to her touch. She smiled at she felt his entire body shakes beside her and she vowed to pleasure him so much he could hardly stand up. Moving her hands up and along his thighs, she placed them behind him and dragged him closer to her. Aiming her mouth at his cock she took him inside of her warmth mouth and started sucking. 

She moved her left hand around to his front again and took a firm hold of the root of his cock and squeezed him hard. Letting her prize slip almost all the way out of her mouth, she moved her mouth to the underside of his cock and kissed her way from the root till the head. Teasing the ridged area underneath his cock head, she heard his harsh intake of breath as she sucked his cock head.

"God, darling. It's so good," Morgan groaned.

"Any particular requests, Morgan?" she asked him smilingly as she sat watching his hard cock making small jerking motions against her hand. His size was even more impressive than she had ever witnessed before. Morgan didn't reply, just stood breathing hard and slightly pushing his cock closer to her mouth. She could easily finish him off right now, she thought. But what fun would that be? After him having teased her for the entire week he deserved to suffer a little before getting his pleasure.

"I couldn't hear you, Morgan," she said and pinched his buttock at the same time.

"Ouch," she heard him utter. 

"Do you have any requests, Morgan?" she tried again.

"Just take me in your mouth, please, Eva. That's all I ask," he moaned as if in pain. 

"Not yet, I'm thinking," she said and rose herself a little higher, holding his cock in both her hands and rubbing his cock head between her breasts and around each one of them in a languid and slow motion. Meeting Morgan's eyes she saw he was spellbound by her actions and staring at his cock touching her breasts before his eyes glazed over with want. Bending her head slightly, she held him between her breasts and kissed his cock head softly at first then harder until she sucked him as if he was a sweet that she couldn't resist.

"Oh god," she heard him whisper as his body shook with pleasure. His cock hardening even more and his balls feeling harder than before. Knowing he was dangling at the very edge, she took him as far into her mouth as she could and started sucking him. Moving slightly up and then down his shaft as she maintained her sucking, she heard him gasp for breath. 

Good, she thought, as the pleasure of holding this strong man in her arms pleased her more than it should. She enjoyed the feeling of returning some of the pleasure that he had given her, and at the same time it was a delight to finally be the one in charge. Stopping slightly at his cock head, she twirled her tongue over his cock head, hearing him breath deeply at the same time. Putting her hand around the root of his cock, she squeezed him slightly, before aiming for the last hill. 

Her cheek muscles was feeling a little sore after all her sucking, but she ignored it as she sucked him into her mouth and sucked him hard. He gasped at the same time and she welcomed the response as she darted her tongue around the ridge underneath his cock head and pleasured his most sensitive area. Squeezing around him at the same time she started fucking him deeper and faster. 

Making sure to suck him as hard as she could at the same time. Immediately she felt his hands reaching around her head and holding her tightly to him as he pushed his hips forward, fucking himself on her face. Hearing his erratic breathing she increased the tempo and soon after he plunged his cock inside of her one last time as he screamed his joy into the streaming water. Her mouth was filled with spurt after spurt of his saltiness, and she welcomed every drop as she swallowed load after load. 

Licking his cock clean, she held around him as his body shook by the force of his climax, his hands still holding on to her. As soon as he caught his breath again he lifted her up on her feet and kissed her deeply -- his taste still evident in her mouth.

"Thank you," he whispered with his eyes still closed as he leaned against the wall. All his features looking so relaxed she just smiled at him. 

***

Another week passed and still Morgan kept a close eye on her. Using every opportunity to fuck her into submission to him and his tempting body. At least that was what she suspected. It also gave her the possibility to get to know him on a different level than before. Now they spent almost every waken hour together and she learned about what food he liked, his hobbies and his background. To learn that the man she loved had worked himself up from a poor existence to his present situation as Captain in the force, was telling her he was a lot stronger than she had first believed. 

He was a self-made man who had gotten where he was by sheer willpower and a bright mind. And now he was using all that power on learning to know her as well. So far she had been able to avoid most of his prodding, only revealing small details about her previous life, but very gradually Morgan was gathering a picture of her personliaty and it scared her to give him any more power over her. Wasn't it enough that he held her heart?

If they had met under other circumstances she would have grabbed a hold of him with both her hands and never let him out of her sight. She would have treasured her good fortune in finding a man that was her equal both physically and mentally. Instead she tried her best to hide her feelings from him and she had never heard him say he loved her either. Hopefully their parting would be easier since he didn't really love her. Not yet he did, but if she waited much longer he might do, or perhaps that was only a small dream of hers that he would reciprocate her feelings? 

She wandered along the hedges in the garden. Lost in her own thoughts and barely aware of the guards finally having left her side. Not realising this was the perfect moment for escape. As soon as she noticed she was alone for a change, she felt a strong tugging in her sleeve and she was dragged behind a large hedge. She opened her mouth to scream and immediately a hand was placed over her mouth and preventing her scream. 

She wriggled in her attacker's grasp and tried to punch or kick him. Going berserk she aimed to hurt him so much that he wouldn't think her worthwhile to rape.

"Stay still, god dammit," she heard a familiar voice hiss in her ear. Immediately she tensed and stopped struggling.

"Jack?" She turned around and saw her beloved brother standing behind her. "Oh Jack, I'm so glad to see you," she blurted out as she gave a hug, clutching herself to his large and familiar frame.




Surrender Ch. 09



"Shush, sis, the guards are close by," he whispered at her as he hugged her hard. "We must be quiet."

"Oh, Jack. I'm so happy you're alive," she whispered back.

"Ill weeds grow apace as you know, sis," he said lightly. She punched him teasingly in the stomach.

"Teaser. I'm sure it wasn't that easy to get away."

"No, it wasn't," he admitted. "But I'm far more interested in hearing what you've been up to. I haven't heard from you in a year."

"A year? Oh my god." She thought hard. "Then they must have intercepted my messages all from the start." 

"You've been found out?"

"Yes, they tracked one of my messages back to me, so you can safely say I failed."

"Did they hurt you?" Jack asked icily. "I'm going to kill them if they did anything to you."

"No, Jack. The fact that I'm a woman made them treat me a lot easier than they normally would treat a spy." 

"Meaning, what, exactly? Did they rape you?" his voice breaking as if he couldn't bear the thought.

"No, I wouldn't call it rape," she smiled reassuringly as she told her brother everything that had happened and giving him all the information she had uncovered. She even told him about her capture but let out a few details about the sexual torture. Still, he seemed to understand what had really happened.

"He took you to bed?" he sneered. "I'm going to kill him."

"No, you're not. He's my mate."

"Mate? No, that can't be," he said in pure shock.

"Yes, and I want him alive."

"Why? You've already gained the information that he possess and now he knows you're spying for the rebels. What's more to gain from him?"

"I like him, that's all."

"What? But he's the enemy?"

"I know. But still...I want him to live. Promise me you won't kill him," she urged him. He just stared at her. "Promise me," she urged again.

"I promise," he reluctantly replied. "But that doesn't mean I'm not going to give him a piece of my mind once I meet up with him." 

"Just don't harm him. Promise me that."

"All right, all right, I promise I won't kill your precious mate. Just give him a few punches, that's all." He was quiet for a while perhaps taking a deep breath. "Are you staying with him, sis?"

"No, I'm going with you."

"Not yet, you are. I have to stay a few more days. Do you think you can stand being here a little longer?"

"Of course. I can even give you a helping hand."

"That won't be necessary. Although, if you can come up with something to keep you precious Captain Taylor out of the way this evening, I'll be grateful."

"I'm sure I will come up with something," she assured her brother and gave him a wink.

"I'm sure you will." He was quiet for a while, before continuing. "I'm sorry, sis."

"Sorry for what?"

"Sorry for getting you into this. Sorry for making you sell your body to the enemy."

She laughed softly. "Don't worry about that, Jack. I've never done anything that I didn't want myself. I was the seducer, you know?"

He blinked. "What?"

"Oh, sure I was. I wanted him from the start. And I still want him. If he wasn't such a big stubborn man I would have taken him with me."

"You love him then?" Jack asked in a surprised voice.

"I don't know. Probably."

"Then you should stay with him instead of following me around on these missions. There is no future for you in that now that you have a better choice."

"No, Jack, I can never let you do all the fighting alone. I'm coming with you."

"We'll see about that," Jack said enigmatically, before giving her a final hug and disappearing in the darkness.

***

Whatever did he mean by that? Eva wondered as she saw Jack slip away. Did he really think she would be so fickle as to succumb to her bodily responses to a man? She enjoyed Morgan, but that was all there was to it. Now she would enjoy him, later she would leave him. After all, they were still enemies. She didn't want to think about the day she would leave, but knew it was a day not far off. She shrugged her shoulders. But first she had a mate to attend do. And a mission to keep him occupied. What would be the best way to archive that, she wondered?