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“You’ve got to be joking!”
“Do I look like I’m joking?”
“How did this happen?”
“Believe me, I plan on finding out.” Reed’s voice seethed a deadly promise as he began a security sweep to find who had last had access to the ventilation system in the shuttlepod. Sato shivered to hear it, a thrill shooting up her spine as she imagined him taking retribution on the party who’d created and released the unknown substance that was currently making her want to slice off the major’s uniform and climb him like a tree.
Picturing him with his knife in his hands, his face cold and uncaring as he stared at his victim, was an even hotter thought. One that sent a rush of heat to pool in her breasts and loins. Her fingers curled into her palms, nails biting into the skin, as she tried to hold back her immediate response. But she must have made some small sound, or else Reed picked up the change in her breathing, for he glanced up at her inquiringly and then stayed his gaze, his icy grey eyes travelling slowly over her from head to toe and back, lingering insolently on the skin revealed by her tight uniform before reaching her face again. His head cocked to one side and he gave a slow, knowing smirk.
“Feeling a little unsettled?” His voice had dropped a register, and gods how she hated him! He’d done that deliberately, she knew it.
“Just wanting to hurt someone. When I get my hands on them…” She trailed off, trying to give the impression that her clenched fists and shortness of breath were simply due to anger.
“Of course.” His tone made it clear that he didn’t believe her in the slightest; his smirk deepened, and she swore she heard him give a soft growl under his breath, just loud enough for her excellent hearing to pick up. Bastard! He knew exactly what turned her on without even touching her. She’d kill him if she got the chance.
After she made use of that tight, toned, scarred body for her own needs.
A body that was—wait, why was he standing up and moving over to her? Was he—?
Although she refused to back up voluntarily—it was the principle of the thing—his body crowded hers against the wall of the shuttle. She felt his arm brush past the exposed skin of her waist to fetch up against the bulkhead. His admittedly excellent muscular form was warm against her as she stubbornly stood her ground until his weight meant she had no choice but to move. And when she took that half-step back, he followed, until she was pressed up against the cool metal surface.
She shoved at his chest. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Her voice was a snarl, trying to hide the breathlessness caused by the proximity of all that outrageously overwhelming maleness in her space. Her eyes latched onto the curve of jaw into neck, and it was all she could do not to sink her teeth into the scar that ran down the side of his throat. Fuck.
“I need the hyperspanner.” Reed’s voice was low and dark in her ear, breath hot on her skin, sending goosebumps running wildly across her back and chest. Sato only just managed to curb her shiver, but she knew he’d felt the way her breath hitched; his neck was too close for it to be otherwise. Satisfaction was evident in his voice when he added, “I’ll have to open up the panel, wide as she can go.” His cheek scraped against hers as he lifted his head, the roughness of his stubble on her smooth skin sending searing heat into her throat.
“Stop it.” Her snarl deepened, and she saw his pupils dilate as those mercury-touched eyes met hers. The major didn’t like being told what to do, but he did like a command or two being thrown his way. Whether he would concede was anyone’s guess, but the more likely outcome—unless it was Archer he faced—was that he would push even further in challenge.
“Stop what?” The amusement in his voice was galling. If she had her knife—but her hands were trapped against his chest, and her knife was trapped between her back and the bulkhead. How in the hell had she even ended up in this position, anyway? This goddamned pheromone was making it too hard to think, and that was a dangerous state to be in when trapped in a confined space with the Enterprise’s resident predator.
“Stop trying to get under my skin so you can use how the gas has affected me.” His pupils dilated just a bit and all at once she knew, even before he bent that dark head back down to her ear.
“Who says you’re the only one affected, Lieutenant?” There was the hint of a growl this time; Reed moved just slightly, and suddenly she was extremely aware of the MACO’s undivided interest.
And of her body’s reaction to that interest.
Dammit. She had to regain control of the situation somehow. She was the top human female on board ship, captain’s woman, but Maximilian Forrest had no qualms about her finding what she needed elsewhere. With his knowledge and permission, of course. No one dared imagine that he didn’t have full control of his property. And Sato ranked as his property, her unmatched linguistic skills at his beck and call.
But that was of no matter right now. What was on her mind was what she wanted. And what she wanted was the body of one MACO Major Malcolm Reed. Granted, much of the reason she wanted it right now was whatever gas had been released into the shuttle they were using for their visit down to some benighted planet. If not for her keen hearing, they would never have known that something had been let loose into their immediate environment; the sensors had been tampered with.
Of course, she wanted—and had had—Reed on more than one occasion; quite regularly of late. The major was the one man on board who could keep her interest, given his predilections. Desires that she shared. But never mind that. Now was all that mattered.
“Big talk,” she snapped, “what the hell are you going to do about—”
His hand snaked to her nape and yanked her forward into a rough kiss, putting paid to her angry query. The kiss was anything but gentle; she didn’t want softness, and he wouldn’t give it. She sank her teeth into his bottom lip until she tasted blood and he growled and tightened his hand in her hair, tugging hard until she released him, immediately retaliating until she hissed triumphantly into his mouth, fingers curling into the softness of his body warmer.
She pushed him back a step, not breaking the kiss, until she could drag down the zip of the vest and get started on the jacket of his MACO uniform. As soon as she was able to slip her hands inside his undershirt and run her nails across his warm skin, she grumbled in satisfaction. Gods he felt incredible under her hands, all lean muscle and scars. But touching wasn’t enough; she needed to see him.
He hadn’t stopped kissing her, though he’d released her lip from his teeth; his hand still held fast to her nape, fingers sunken into the base of her hair, keeping her where he wanted her. His other hand was busy on the zip of her tight uniform top; within moments it was hanging loose and he could push up her undershirt and camisole, baring her delectable breasts to him. Unlike him, she was soft and smooth and silky; letting go of her hair, using his hips to hold her in place, Reed dragged calloused hands across those delicious mounds, seeking the hardened points to roll and pinch them so she gasped pleasingly under his plundering tongue.
Yes, gods yes. His hands were rough, in texture as well as action; her nipples were extremely sensitive and Reed knew just how much she enjoyed being mauled. She pushed his jacket and vest off his shoulders and down his arms, already tugging at his undershirt as the clothing reached his wrists. Reluctantly he let go of her to shake the jacket off his arms so it hit the floor with a thump, allowing him to yank the undershirt up and over his head, giving her a mere second to react before he was devouring her again, pushing her into the wall, revelling in the feel of her softness against his heated torso.
Sato pushed at him again, finally breaking the kiss. “Back up,” she growled, and he smirked.
“What’s the matter, don’t like being pinned?”
“I want to look; you know I like to see you.” Obligingly he moved back far enough for her eyes to sweep covetously over his pale flesh, scars littering it, pulling taut over that strong chest. Reed’s torso was virtually hairless, flat stomach framed by his hip flexors as they arrowed enticingly into his trousers, a line of dark hair running down his pale skin, leading from his navel down beneath the zip.
Her turn; with a swift move, she shoved him against the bulkhead in her stead. For once he didn’t retaliate with a painful counter-move, merely chuckling smugly as her fingers busied themselves at his belt buckle before yanking down the zip so she could slide her hands inside and around that tight arse. Her nails raked along his back and sides, deliberately hard; all he did was laugh and loosen her own hip-hugging trousers enough to get his calloused fingers inside her decidedly non-standard briefs.
Sato pushed Reed against the wall, scraping her teeth along his collarbone as she squeezed at those tight buttocks, digging in her nails. She didn’t often get to satisfy herself with feeling his damaged flesh beneath her palms; he had a habit of tying her down, or of restraining her wrists in one hand so he could have his way with her captivating body, enjoying the way she cursed and fought him.
Each scar on him felt glorious, a reminder that this man had born the cut and slash and burn of weapons, withstood them and lived to tell the tale. He was a tough son-of-a-bitch if ever she’d known one; he had to have been, to have survived this long in the harshness of the Terran Empire, not to mention his chosen, exceedingly dangerous field.
There wasn’t another man aboard ship whose body could excite her with the evidence of all he’d endured; not even Hayes, another long-time soldier, or the muscle-bound Mayweather, who was a decent looker, but lacked the experience written all over the major’s skin. No, Reed’s body was testament to his skill and will to survive; those scars had been earned in battle, in fights to the death, often against multiple opponents, sometimes even his own staff. Any one of them would gladly slit his throat in his sleep, and he knew it.
Knew, too, that her fascination with his mutilated body was not proof against her wily machinations; he might be the most dangerous man on the ship—hell, in the Terran fleet—but Sato was a viper, bent on acquiring power by any means possible. She’d have to get past Forrest and then past Jonathan Archer, but in the meantime Reed could reap the rewards as each brush of her roaming hands across another scar quickened her breathing and ramped up her libido.
Sato’s turn-on was picturing the causes of those scars; blades cutting through uniform to the vulnerable flesh beneath, phaser fire burning across skin to leave welts that in some cases would have needed only a short distance in one or other direction to have taken his life. Her fascination bordered on obsession; occasionally he indulged her when she stayed the night in his quarters, telling the tale of one or other scar, watching her eyes dilate and sparkle, her pink tongue sweeping across those pouting lips in perverse enjoyment.
Reed had no doubt that she would love to add to them herself, perhaps with one of his own collection of weapons, probably with the knife concealed at her back; too bad for the sadistic little bitch that he had no intention of succumbing to her blade if he could help it. Still, her obvious lust as she stared at his body awoke an answering appetite in him, and he kneaded roughly at that perfectly-formed rump, pulling her forward again to rub her hips against his.
But Sato needed a reminder of just who was in charge around here; Forrest allowed her to play amongst his crew, or at least with very specific people; but it was up to her to make them accede to her whims. And Reed had made it his business to ensure that she was reminded at every opportunity of just who was physically stronger and more experienced. It was a dangerous game he played, to be sure, against a vicious opponent; but he knew he was the only man aboard she indulged that way, by virtue of both his ability to satisfy her libido in the ways she most enjoyed, and his tendency to survive like the wolverine he was.
Now he used his superior strength to grab her arms and push her back into the middle of the shuttle. “Boots,” he ordered, and watched her eyes flash in resentment. “I want you naked, Lieutenant, or you won’t get the satisfaction you want. In fact,” he continued, his blood heating at the sight of those delicious breasts, framed by the uniform shirt and undershirt she was still wearing, “I’d venture to say it’s the satisfaction we both need. Unless I miss my guess, whomever created that sex gas meant for the recipients to have to fuck.”
His words gave her pause. “What the hell are you talking about?”
“Can’t you feel it? The pinpricks growing across your skin, into your throat, between your legs? The way it feels like you’re over-heating? I can smell your arousal from here, and as much as you’re a turn-on, and a twisted little sociopath at the best of times, I doubt the perpetrator meant for us to simply have a go at each other. In fact, I imagine they’d want to force a fuck or die situation, preferably with the ‘dying’ part taking place.”
“For fuck’s sake!” His crooked lips quirked in wry amusement at her outburst.
“Fucking is exactly the point,” he agreed, enjoying the way her eyes sent daggers his way. “And the way I’m feeling, you won’t be able to walk for a week when I’m done with you. But unless you strip right now, the only satisfaction to be had will be mine. Unless that’s your aim, of course, in which case—” He reached for her, and she jerked out of reach, face furious.
“Damn you!” she spat. “Fine. You want me naked? Fine. But then you’re naked too. This isn’t one of your little attempts to put me in my place. I won’t be the only one walking oddly tomorrow, you arrogant bastard.”
Reed let his lips curve, deliberately taunting. “Very well,” he drawled, leaning into his accent, knowing it drove her linguist’s ear wild despite her best efforts to remain unmoved. He stood on one leg, then the other, pulling off his boots and placing them neatly against the wall. He might have been dosed by a particularly potent sex gas, but he’d be damned if it was going to make him lose utter control of himself.
He watched Sato watching him as they both stripped as quickly as their fingers could manage. Saw her tense as he pushed his black briefs down his muscled legs, as scarred as the rest of him, a white mass of shiny flesh visible on the inside of one thigh, evidence of at least one close call that had been rather too close for comfort. Her eyes lingered on that patch of keloid skin, and she licked her lips; as she looked up, he realised what she planned.
With a leap she had her legs wrapped around his waist, her arms around his neck, his cock at her entrance. Fortunately he’d managed to curb his natural instinct to bat her away. His hands went to her hips, and with scarcely a moment’s pause he pulled her body down, thrusting his hips up at the same time so that he slid in smoothly, burying himself to the hilt.
Looking at and feeling his scars had turned her on well enough to slick the way; she was as tight as ever, her inner muscles supplying a pleasing resistance as he pushed through their grip. He couldn’t stop himself from groaning as her cunt clamped onto his cock; her eyes narrowed in satisfaction at the sound. And frankly, he didn’t mind her hearing.
He could bed almost anyone on the ship, by dint of fear. Well, humans; he didn’t give a rat’s ass about the damn aliens. He had no qualms in ordering someone to his bed, especially when he knew they resented it - Hayes being a particularly prime example of the latter - but he drew the line at rape. Anyone who tried that on his ship would soon be shown the error of their ways.
But Sato was the only person on board whose sexual interest in him went beyond the standard attraction to a well-muscled, superbly fit form. She found him a turn-on, and he wasn’t arrogant enough to dismiss her interest outright. He knew she had ambitions and that she used sex to further those ambitions; but he’d be a fool if he denied that being wanted for himself—or, more realistically, his scars—was an ego boost.
Even as the thoughts rushed through his subconscious, his body was moving. Sato wasn’t the only one who wanted. Part of it was the sex drug to which they’d been exposed, but he wouldn’t pretend that she didn’t have one of the hottest bodies he’d ever had the pleasure of enjoying—and enjoy it he did, though not often enough for his taste. The way she clutched at him now, using those strong thighs to ride him even while hanging in mid-air, was an incredible turn-on. Not only that, she liked it rough, and he’d never been known to take things slow or gentle.
With two long strides he had her up against the opposite wall, one hand in her hair dragging her head back so he could latch onto a collarbone, the other holding her hip in place so he could fuck into her in earnest. Her nails scored at his back and he snarled into her shoulder at the pain, releasing her hair to grip both hips and pull that pretty, lithe body tight against him.
“Don’t play games, Reed,” she growled. “Fuck me like you mean it.”
He grinned ferociously; so the linguist wanted more? Far be it from him to deny himself the pleasure of taking her as hard as he wanted, then. All restraint removed, he used the considerable power of his thighs and glutes to hammer into her savagely, enjoying the rapturous sounds she made under the brutal onslaught of his thrusts, urging him to greater efforts. Soon enough Reed had both their bodies slick with sweat, breath rasping through his throat as he kept up his unrelenting assault, uncaring of her pleasure but revelling in the way she refused to hide her enjoyment.
When she threw her hands up and back to the wall, seeking something to clutch for leverage, he took advantage of her breasts rising to his attention to latch on to those delicious nipples. Sato yelped as he fastened his teeth around one sensitive bud, growling around it. Filling his mouth with more, he began a light chewing motion, glorying in the way she jerked and cried out with each bite. Soon her hands slid into his hair, holding him in place as he kept up his merciless ravishment.
“Fuck yes, Reed, more!” Sato was in heaven, or what passed for it in her world. Not being on the ship felt freeing; the sex drug removed all inhibitions, not that she’d had many to begin with. The feel of that powerful, unyielding body taking what it wanted from hers was nothing short of orgasmic as he hit every sensitive part of her with those fierce, invading plunges. His mouth was demanding on her breasts, and she knew she’d have bite marks and bruises across the soft flesh for days to come.
Perfect.
She felt Reed’s hips begin to stutter, and he put a twist into each thrust that drove him against her clit with each stroke. He might act as though he didn’t care for her pleasure, but she knew he enjoyed having her climax around him as her inner clenching drove him over the edge. Those icy grey eyes rose to hers as his mouth left her now-tender nipples, and then his lips were hard on hers before his mouth was at her ear.
“Come for me, Lieutenant.” His voice was deep, commanding, and she felt the responding shudder travel through her entire body. “Right. Now.” With a sharp cry, her body arched against his, her muscles clenching so hard that even as he chuckled darkly into her ear, his satisfaction was interrupted by the force of his own climax, turning his laugh into a strangled, ragged groan. That scar on his neck was right there, begging for her mouth; no longer careful of his reaction, she sank her teeth into him and felt him jerk against her, his groan becoming a snarl as his own teeth gripped her shoulder in retaliation.
As their orgasms ran their course, Reed sagged slightly against Sato, pushing her against the wall. Releasing her skin from his teeth, he waited for her to do the same, unusually patient. Not a word was said as he moved them to the bunk, sitting down with her still impaled on his lap. She smelled delicious; some kind of heady scent like sandalwood and neroli mingled with her natural musk; he hadn’t been lying when he’d said he could smell her arousal.
Her skin was slick against his, both covered in a light sheen of sweat from their exertions; he licked a stripe up that delicate throat before sucking at her pulse point to mark her. Archer would glare, but fuck him, for once—preferably not directly. In a competition between the hot little body at his fingertips, and the frankly disgusting cock of the ship’s XO, there was no contest.
Besides, Forrest wasn’t given to Sato’s predilections and probably couldn’t keep up with her anyway; and while Archer had stamina, he was adequate at best, especially when it came to satisfying Sato’s more twisted needs. Not that Forrest would send Sato to Archer anyway. No, he’d sent her to Reed, ostensibly for training, giving his tacit approval to let the communications officer and the MACO major use each other to their mutual benefit, and make Reed even slightly indebted to him. And Reed wasn’t going to pretend he wasn’t enjoying the opportunity now that they’d been exposed to an agent forcing greater intimacy.
He slipped one hand between them, seeking that little bud; he wasn’t quite ready to resume, even with the effects of the libido-enhancing gas, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t play, and keep Sato off-balance. He’d found that a woman’s climax enhanced his own, and really what other reason was needed? Aside from the satisfaction in his own skill at making the tightly-controlled Sato fall apart with his voice and his body, of course.
They still hadn’t spoken; he nipped at her jaw and allowed a finger to enter her alongside his cock, his thumb busily circling her clit. She shivered against him and he smirked into her neck, teeth closing on her earlobe as he allowed a faint growl to vibrate through the flesh trapped in his mouth. Her shiver became more pronounced as he kept up his movements, dragging his teeth back and forth across that slender throat, feeling her pulse hammer under his lips.
Her nails were digging into his back again and he knew she’d broken the skin, judging by the faint trickle of a viscous liquid in some places; he supposed he’d have some new scars to add to his collection, not that he minded. He felt the faint fluttering deep inside her, and the way her thigh muscles stiffened; she was trying to stave off her orgasm, probably so she could take control of it herself. Too bad; right now she was his, and he wanted her to come around him for his own satisfaction. So he unleashed his favourite personal weapon on her—his voice.
“You’re going to come for me again, Lieutenant,” he rumbled against her neck, just under her ear, chuckling throatily at her little jerk. “You can try and hold out all you want, but the longer you do, the more I’ll edge you later.”
Sato’s breath caught. She hated being edged and he knew it; so of course it was one of his favourite ways to torment her. Take her to the precipice, and then leave her hanging. On one memorable occasion, he’d restrained her to his bed and brought her to the brink thirteen times—she’d counted—using her mouth on him to satisfy himself in between, until finally, finally, he’d let her come - and then, bastard that he was, made her come over and over again. He’d strapped a clitoral stimulator in place to relentlessly push her over the edge as he mercilessly fucked her into the bed, enjoying the way she convulsed around him and wailed helplessly at the overstimulation, passing out at last and reviving to the feel of his mouth on her as he rumbled into her flesh and forced her into more orgasms until he was satisfied he’d proven his point.
He liked showing her just who was in control and how well he could control her.
As much as she hated the idea of giving in to the way he was playing with her body, far worse was the thought of being kept on the brink while in the throes of this sex compulsion. She would literally die. So she let go of the control she was keeping on herself, letting the heat and pressure from Reed’s actions swarm up her nerves and through her muscles, until she spasmed and went rigid on and around him. He refrained from expressing smug satisfaction, but made sure to nuzzle into her neck, murmuring praise and possessiveness in equal measure, his deepest voice providing resonance that made her shiver against him.
Keep Sato off-balance indeed. Before she knew what was happening, he’d lifted her off himself and bent her over the back of the chair at the comms console: it was low enough that he could hold her down by one shoulder, kicking her feet apart to get her right where he wanted her. The sex gas was giving him a short refractory period, and he would damned well take advantage of it.
As Sato cursed and fought his hold, Reed slapped her arse hard enough for her to stop, quivering in anticipation. Hearing her breath quicken, he grinned. He didn't have his riding crop, but his hands were hard and strong enough to deliver just the kind of thrashing she enjoyed. He squeezed her shoulder painfully.
“Stay down like a good little officer, and I’ll give you something to scream about."
"Hate to break it to you, but your cock’s not that special.”
He almost laughed outright, but managed to turn it into a chuckle as he began kneading those luscious cheeks displayed for his delectation. “Maybe not, but this pretty arse will look even prettier with hand prints all over it while that not-so-special cock splits you open like a ripe peach.” He felt her tremble and dragged his fingers through her glistening folds, rumbling wordlessly deep in his chest.
As she squirmed, trying to stay silent and seem unaffected, he delivered a blow with his left hand, followed with a rapid-fire series with each hand, enjoying how she jerked with each slap. He thrust his fingers inside her again, none too gently, squeezing her clit roughly as he withdrew, and bent over her, laying himself along her spine so he could hold her in place as he shoved his fingers into her mouth.
“Bite me, and I’ll break your jaw," he warned as he felt her teeth against his skin. She hesitated, and he swirled his fingers around her tongue. "You're dripping, Lieutenant. Thought you might like to taste what's between your legs.”
She was enjoying the taste, though she’d never say so. He was on his own fingers, mixed with her juices; an enticing blend of bitter and sweet, two kinds of musk, delicious saltiness. She would never admit, not even to herself, that she could recognise his flavour, even when mingled with her own as it was now. Her concession was to suck at his fingers without complaint, enjoying the feel of his rough skin and the way he squeezed lightly at her tongue. His breath quickened, rasping in her ear, and she wriggled under him, glorying in the clear evidence that she was affecting him as much as he was her.
His other hand kneaded her arse cheek again, and he moved to one side. A strong hand held her in place at the base of her spine; and then he began to spank her in earnest, giving no quarter. The pain rose like a burning flood, making her squirm; she bit her lip to avoid crying out with pleasure, but couldn't muffle her moans as each blow became more painful, making her hotter and wetter, growing more desperate to be filled and fucked by a man who knew what he was doing.
Reed switched to her other side, this time using his left hand; his own breathing was becoming harsher as her whimpers turned him on. Sato was barely aware that tears were streaming down her face as she panted heavily, cheeks and throat flushed from the exquisite sensations she craved. Of course he knew exactly how to hurt her the way she liked, damn him! Heat grew between her legs, matching the heat from her burning buttocks; and suddenly, unexpectedly, she climaxed, spasming in Reed’s grip as a cry of pleasure and relief spilled from her lips.
The MACO gave her two more blows, then sank his aching cock deep inside that hot, wet, inviting cunt. “Fuck," he groaned, for once verbalising his own enjoyment. “I don't think you’ve ever been this wet, Lieutenant. I should do this more often."
"F-fuck you,” she managed, barely able to speak, and he laughed, burying himself to the root.
“I think I’ll fuck you instead, pink and glowing as you are.” He couldn’t prevent another groan as her inner walls tightened around him involuntarily. Wanting to draw out his own gratification, he took it slow, unlike before, squeezing her firm buttocks as he thrust hard and withdrew at a leisurely pace. It had the added benefit of frustrating her, making her hiss as she tried to push back and make him move faster.
Staring down at her, he congratulated himself; he’d been right. She looked even prettier with his hand-prints all over that soft, smooth flesh. She was going to be tender for days; lucky him, he’d have to take her from behind for the next while. It certainly wouldn’t dampen his libido. And oh, how he could enjoy the way she squirmed, wanting him to pick up the pace but loath to show her need.
He laid himself down along her spine once more, bringing his mouth to her ear. “You want more?” he murmured, and felt the quiver she couldn’t stop. Sato didn’t speak, but the muffled gasp as he drove particularly deep told him all he needed to know. He ran the tip of his tongue around her ear, enjoying her quick shudder. “You’re going to have to beg me.”
She stiffened in outrage. “Go to hell!”
Chuckling, he gave her a few hard and fast thrusts until she moaned in ecstasy and then slowed right down again, nuzzling at her ear as she cried out in frustration. “I can’t hear you.” Her growl turned into a whine as he slammed into her and slowed once more.
“Damn you! Fuck me harder, fuck me properly!”
He bit lightly at her earlobe, rotating his hips ever so carefully as he pressed up against her. “Those are the wrong words.” He let his hand drift between her legs, tapping lightly at her clit, frustrating her further as he moved slowly within her. He had to hold himself back from rutting like a wild animal; this exquisite torture wasn’t only for her. Despite the fact he’d come not long ago, whatever was in this sex gas was doing a marvellous job of keeping his libido in high gear.
His other hand came up to rub lightly, almost tenderly, at a nipple, and all at once she broke.
“Please, you utter bastard, I need you to fuck me like you mean it! Please!”
With a feral snarl, he grabbed her hand and shoved it between her legs, taking hold of her hips to lift her to her toes. “As you wish,” he whispered, and let loose. Sato cried out, her hand frantic on herself as she planted her other hand on the seat and pushed back into his ferocious thrusts. All too soon her cries rose into a howl as his hips slammed against her, filling her the way only he could. He knew every inch of her body, inside and out, and no one, no one, could bring her this kind of pleasure. Even as she wanted to kill him, she wanted this, right here.
Reed felt himself nearing the edge and picked up the pace. Sato needed to come soon, very soon, so he could push his way through those tight, clenching muscles; there was nothing like that sensation in all the world. She’d spoiled him for other women, damn her! Reaching out with one hand, not slowing, he sank his fingers into her hair and pulled her up so her back arched, knowing the pain would enhance her enjoyment.
“Come for me,” he rasped, uncaring if she heard his desperation. He needed to feel her, needed that pressure, that—oh fuck, yes! She went rigid and began convulsing around him, an incredible inner massage that tipped him right over the edge as he swore ripely, hearing her laugh wildly as her cunt milked him dry. Spent, he collapsed on her back, uncaring that he was pressing her into the chair. His hand still in her hair, he dragged her head around so he could devour her lips, stealing what was left of her breath. He chuckled into her mouth through his own breathlessness, heart pounding against her spine. “Don’t say I never give you anything.”
“Go to hell,” she managed, exhausted.
“I’m headed that way anyway, but I’ll take you with me just to fuck you like this on the regular.”
Sato laughed, weak but triumphant. “Just like a man, won over by sex.”
“Do you hear me complaining?"
Eventually his breathing slowed, and he lifted himself off Sato, sated for the moment and not entirely focused on his prey. Which allowed her to catch him unawares as she straightened from her confinement and swept his legs, taking him off his feet as he crashed to the ground.
Before he could recover she was on him, straddling his chest backwards, his arms trapped by her knees and thighs. Still, he was strong enough to buck her off, and would have, if not for two things: the delicious warmth and wetness between her legs as she moved against the muscles of his chest; and the sharp blade that pricked just under his balls.
Sato must have moved swiftly indeed, if she’d managed to grab her knife as he fell; he wouldn’t let that happen twice. He supposed, regretfully, that she would take the chance to maim or kill him for what he’d done; all it would take was one thrust of that keen blade, for if she paid attention to his training at all, it would be honed to a razor point, able to part his flesh like butter.
Then she was bending over him, gloating, and that pretty bum was lifting off his chest, revealing her equally pretty sex, swollen and glistening and leaking his seed. He knew immediately what she wanted, and her satisfied glance over her shoulder confirmed it. She raised herself to her knees and moved backwards, keeping her calves firm against his arms and making sure her knife didn’t move from between his legs.
“Well, isn’t this nice?” she purred, stopping just far enough away that he’d have to lean forward to reach her. “But I can’t get back into my uniform in such a state, and you’re responsible for my disarray. So clean me, Major. Every last millimetre.” On the last words, her hips swayed enticingly, and he bit back a groan.
“Come closer, then,” he growled, his voice rough in a bid to cover his desire. “You won’t enjoy it if I have to strain my neck; I won’t able to reach properly.”
She shifted closer, and without preamble, he leaned up and delivered a slow lick, circling and then flattening his tongue against her clit until she mewled before dragging it all the way to the very end of her lips, making her quiver. He tasted himself, pleasantly bitter on his tongue, mingled with the musky sweetness of her juices, and barely stopped himself from moaning. Frankly, he’d have been pleased enough to go down on her without being threatened; though he didn’t blame her for feeling that this was her only way of getting his mouth where she wanted it. Every other time he had, he’d contrived to have her helpless and at his mercy, using it to edge her relentlessly before pushing her into multiple orgasms, enjoying her anger and resentment. No wonder she wanted this to take place under her control.
Even as he was thinking, his mouth and tongue were busy, moving over and between her folds, driving deep inside her as his nose nudged at her perineum, occasionally letting his tongue slip and linger over her clit. She shivered involuntarily each time he did so, and he made sure to let it happen at random, so she wouldn’t know when to expect the next pleasurable pressure. He felt the grip of her knees weakening, the knife point wavering, and carefully pulled his arms up, waiting for her to respond.
The knife point returned, her voice harsh but with the tiniest touch of uncertainty. “You don’t want to test me.”
“You don’t have to trust me,” he countered, “but trust that I wouldn’t risk having my balls cut off by trying something stupid.” He felt her chuckle, and flicked his tongue at her clit in revenge, enjoying her instant shudder and involuntary gasp. But she made no further demur as he freed his hands and clamped onto her hips, holding her where he didn’t have to strain. “Now,” he rasped, “I believe I was tasked with cleaning this delicious little cunt. And I pride myself on doing a good job with any task I’m set.”
Without waiting for a response he dove back in hungrily, pulling Sato close as he allowed himself the freedom of devouring her. Fuck she was delectable, the taste and scent of her mixed with himself filling his senses. He would never let his guard down fully, but it was becoming difficult to concentrate outside of the enjoyment he was deriving from the way she was writhing and gasping under his ministrations. Fucking her had been incredible; eating her out was a different kind of pleasure, not least because she couldn’t seem to stop herself from reacting to his actions.
Was it because of the gas that he was less concerned than usual with his control over her? Probably. But he wouldn't deny that he was particularly attracted to the temperamental linguist, whose peculiarities meshed so well with his own, and who never failed to challenge him in ways that kept him on his toes and the eyes in the back of his head on almost permanent alert.
Sato’s hips moved, bringing his attention back on point, and he realised he’d been neglecting his duties. Unacceptable. He redoubled his efforts; after all, he’d gotten what he wanted from her body earlier, so why not return the favour? And he had to admit that he thoroughly enjoyed making her come apart because of his skill. He knew she wasn’t given to vocalising her pleasure; he’d watched her sexual escapades enough times on the security cameras planted all over the ship. But with him, it was very different; she was rarely able to remain silent.
Case in point; as he held her firmly against his mouth, now lavishing attention upon that succulent little bundle of nerves, his tongue and teeth relentless, she sat upright, knife forgotten, unconsciously riding his face as she keened in ecstasy. He let one large, work-roughened hand glide up her smooth stomach, feeling the muscles clench under his touch, until he reached a soft, firm breast, his fingers trailing along the bottom of that gentle curve. All at once his hand was grasped and pulled away, and the next moment, a hot, wet mouth had engulfed his middle finger up to the second knuckle; it was so unexpected that he gasped into her flesh, making her moan around his finger.
The sensation of her sucking on first one, then two, of his fingers was intoxicating. For a while he enjoyed the novelty as he pleasured her; then he decided she deserved more. Extricating his fingers, he trailed them down to tease her sensitive folds alongside his mouth, then slid them into her entrance, turning them to face away so he could rub firmly at the little rough patch of flesh inside her. It didn’t take long; within moments she was stiffening above him, a mewling wail tearing from her throat. Reed grinned unseen into her flesh, lapping at her steadily through her orgasm; once she had calmed, he began again, bringing her to a shattering climax even quicker this time.
As he began a third round of stimulation, Sato bent forward once more. Reed’s cock had caught her attention, slowly thickening and lengthening as he teased, tormented, and finally pleased her, and now she planned to return the favour, edging him this time. She felt the shudder in his chest as she closed her lips around the head of his cock and flicked at it with her tongue; it made her chuckle, and that made him shudder again, letting out a quiet groan against her. For a little while they continued toying with each other, before Sato lifted herself away from Reed.
“You’re making it hard for me to keep my balance,” she said, striving to sound aggrieved and hide her pleasure at his efforts. Reed’s only response was a growl and attempt to pull her hips toward him again, but she resisted. “Turn onto your side, Major. We may as well be comfortable, after all.”
For a moment she thought he might object, and then he turned onto his left side, and she onto her right, rearranging themselves for comfort, their upper legs bent with feet flat on the ground, lower legs curled so that the other’s head could rest without neck strain. For just a moment grey eyes met dark brown, and then without a word needing to be said, they both dove back in. The aim this time was not so much domination as fulfilling a need, preferably at the same time.
Heads buried between each other’s legs, the two officers strove to draw out the other’s exquisite torment and wring as many gasps, groans, and whimpers as they could from the objects of their attention. Hands roamed freely as talented mouths extracted every last shudder, Sato toying with Reed’s scars, Reed enjoying the feel of her smooth, warm skin under his calloused hands. He let her edge him as he pushed her to multiple orgasms, prolonging his own climax since even with the gas, he didn’t think he would be able to continue after one final peak - certainly not without food, water, and rest. But never mind; that was a concern for later.
Much later, Sato narrowed her eyes, watching Reed as they took off after he’d fixed the sensors. Perhaps the creator of the sex gas needn’t be punished too badly. After all, their invention might be beneficial for future … engagements … with the MACO major. She licked her lips and stretched languidly, wincing a little as her abused buttocks protested at the movement. Sato hid a smile as Reed glanced her way. She hadn’t been this satisfied in a long time.