Read MissionMenage for Free Online

squeezed.
    “Yes.” Raylee arched, pushing her curves into his hand and
her ass into his groin, ceding control of her body to him.
    “You will do what I say.” He spread his fingers and slowly
closed them around her nipple. She moaned, a tortured erotic sound, and his
hard cock bobbed. “When I say it, where I say it. Understand?” He licked her
earlobe, tasting her skin.
    Raylee didn’t respond, tilting her head to give him more
access to her neck.
    “Understand?” he repeated, needing her full agreement.
    She blew out her breath. “I understand.” Raylee leaned back
into him.
    “Good.” Vegas smiled as he released his temporarily subdued
mate, relishing her trust. “Turn around and face me.” She obeyed, spinning in
his lap, rubbing her ass against his groin, driving his desire upward. Her
nipples poked against the flight suit and he longed to suck those tight peaks
into his mouth. “Take your clothes off, Raylee. I want to see your hot, little
body silhouetted against the backdrop of stars.”
    She glanced to her left and to her right. “Here? If we’re
hailed by another ship…”
    “They’ll see your tight ass and your wet pussy. Your pussy
is wet for me, isn’t it, Captain?” Vegas breathed in deeply, torturing his
already overstimulated body with her scent. “There’s no need to answer me. I
can smell your readiness.” He dropped his gaze to the apex of her thighs. Control. “Sexy, remove your clothes also.”
     
    Oh God. Raylee bent over, her fingers fumbling as she
loosened her boots. I’m to fuck them both. She kicked her sturdy
footwear off, the thud of leather against metal obscenely loud. On the
bridge of my ship . She straightened, looking over her shoulder at
Sexy. He was naked, his cock erect and ready for action, and she pressed her
moist thighs together to keep them from trembling. So hot. She returned
her gaze to Vegas and watched him watch her as she unfastened her flight suit
and pushed the garment over her shoulders, the fabric falling to the floor.
    His eyes darkened to a proprietary indigo blue as he
leisurely perused her naked form. She waited, self-consciously shifting her weight
from foot to foot, forcing her hands to remain by her sides, allowing him to
see all of her. “You’re my reward, Raylee, for a lifetime of service, of
sacrifice. You belong to me and only to me.”
    “And you belong to me.” She lifted her chin, silently daring
him to refute her declaration.
    “I do.” Vegas smiled slowly and Raylee’s stomach flipped.
“Put one foot here.” He patted the arm of the captain’s chair, the seat of
power within the ship.
    She glanced up at the beams. Forgive me, Captain. Her
face heated as she tentatively placed her sole on the worn leather, the stance
exposing her wet pussy to Vegas’ cool gaze.
    “Sexy, stand beside me,” he ordered. The android silently
repositioned himself beside the chair. “Look at us, Raylee.”
    Vegas sprawled in her seat, effortlessly dominating the
space around him. His eyes simmered with fierce emotion, awareness radiating
from his being. Sexy stood passively, his expression blank and uncaring, a
faded copy of the real man.
    “Don’t ever again mistake me for your android.” Vegas’ words
were curt, blunt barbs showing his displeasure, and Raylee nodded sheepishly,
swallowing hard.
    “Good.” His teeth flashed white against his tanned face and
some of the weight lifted off her shoulders. “Sexy, you will stroke your cock
as Captain Raylee touches herself.” Vegas pulled down his own pants and
underwear, revealing his thicker shaft, and she licked her lips, hungry for a
taste of him.
    “Pinch your nipples,” Vegas instructed and Raylee tweaked
them, the sting breathtakingly sharp. “Again. I want them red and hard.” He
observed her, his eyelids lowered, his hand gripped tightly around the base of
his cock. Sexy stroked his cock, his gaze also on her hands. Eager to please
them both, Raylee abused her breasts,