Garnets or Bust

Chapter Three

Daaron surrounded Tessa, his body overwhelming her, his scent filling the air. She took deep breaths, heart racing, wishing desperately that their contact didn’t feel so good. She opened her mouth once more, defying him, but he gave her a look so heated and intense that she fell silent. Moving with slow, steady determination, he backed her up against the portable sleeping unit. Her knees buckled and she fell back, eyes wide.

He deliberately pulled off his shirt, throwing it on the floor. Her eyes darted from his face to the endless expanse of his chest, panicked. She had to find some way to distract him. Just as deliberately, he removed his shoes and then his pants, throwing the belt and holstered blaster atop them.

Tessa’s breath tightened in her chest. She tried not to stare at him, but the tent was so small there was nowhere else to look.

Now Daaron stood before her, proud and beautiful in his nudity. His cock stood at attention, a solid pillar of flesh rising from the tangle of hair at his groin. It reached well up along his stomach, the helmet-shaped head flushing purple, pearls of moisture oozing from the slightly open slit. He dropped one hand down, rubbing along the rippled muscles of his abdomen, and gripped it firmly in his strong fingers. He stroked up and down once, again, his eyes boring into hers as his erection grew even stiffer.

“I’ve been waiting far too long to do this,” he said, stepping toward her.

The sight of the large, angry man moving so purposefully toward her was more than Tessa could handle. She turned, scrambling across the bed, trying to get away. His strong hands caught her around the waist and stopped her flight. He pulled her pants off, fingers so rough she wondered if there would be bruises later, and she opened her mouth to scream.

Some sixth sense must have alerted him, because he thrust her down into the bed, throwing his heavy weight atop her and knocking the breath from her lungs. One hand came around to cover her mouth. His voice whispered in her ear, “Don’t scream. I have men watching your campsite. You don’t want them to get the wrong idea about what’s happening here. They might hurt you.”

Tessa nodded her head, stunned. How long had they been watching? Did they know about her garnets too? As if she should be worrying about the gems right now—

Daaron was the greatest threat. They lay there for a moment, his enormous erection pushing against her ass, cradled by her flesh. The head pressed against her sphincter.

She shivered, quivering beneath him. He groaned and thrust against her involuntarily, jamming the cock head against her tightly muscled ring.

“Don’t tempt me,” he said, the words little more than a groan. “I want inside you too badly to play any more games, Tessa. Do you get that?”

She nodded her head, understanding him all too well. He removed his hand, pulling back from her, and she lifted her head to one side so she could breathe again.

Her head felt far too free and light, forcibly reminding her that her braids were gone.

She belonged to this man body and soul, so long as she followed the customs of the Warrens.

And if she ignored those customs? Tessa could hardly imagine that—they defined her, had enabled her to survive and thrive. Given her the strength to go to school and better herself. Without them she had no idea what she’d do.

“Don’t hurt me,” she said slowly and deliberately, careful not to move or incite him.

“I will do as you ask.”

She felt some of the tension ease from his form. His hips pulled back from her butt just a little, and he adjusted himself until his erect penis pushed down between her legs.

Her pants still held her feet together, and the feel of him trapped tight between the flesh of her thighs was strange.

Compelling.

“We’ll take our time,” he said, voice tight, triumphant. “At least for as long as I can handle it. I don’t want to hurt you. I want it to be good for both of us.”

The anger had eased from his voice, although Tessa still didn’t trust him any more than she could throw him.

“Tell me what you want me to do,” she whispered.

He laughed harshly and flexed his hips, rubbing his hard cock between her legs.

The thick length grazed her labia, and she froze as renewed sensation rippled through her. A trickle of moisture welled up inside, and her nipples hardened against the bed.

He flexed once more, giving a low chuckle of satisfaction as she whimpered, twisting her hips and trying to get…something. Tessa didn’t want to think about that. A tightening need grew within her, the same treacherous attraction that had always made her vulnerable to him. Only this time there were no caustic remarks and lab tables to hide behind.

Daaron nuzzled her neck, giving her a kiss here and a little nip there, while he worked one hand under her belly and between her legs. She lay helpless as his fingers wound down from her navel to the hair of her mound, burrowing their way to her clit.

Then he slid one down into the fold between her mound and clit, rubbing sensuously back and forth as she stiffened.

“Don’t fight it,” he said slowly. “This can be good for both of us. You’ve waited a long time, so let yourself enjoy it. Your rules always got between us, Tessa, but you wanted me too.”

She wanted to ignore him, to keep fighting if only to prove him wrong, but she couldn’t. That treacherous finger worked back and forth, each slow rub heightening an ache that made her want to squirm and twist beneath him. In that moment Tessa felt thankful for his heavy bulk holding her down, because it kept her from having to acknowledge her response. She was free to play the helpless victim, free to allow her body to betray her and reap all the rewards of that betrayal.

Back and forth, back and forth he tortured her, rubbing slowly and steadily. His hips started to move over her too, providing an alternative friction against her labia.

The scraping feel of his cock between her legs grew smoother and she knew her fluids were trickling out to ease his way. Virgin she might be, but Tessa was far from ignorant.

She’d explored her own body many times and knew what would happen if he didn’t stop.

Just the thought of that white-hot energy running through them, the release it would bring, forced her to bite back a moan of desire. The ebb and flow of slow need and bliss drifting through her body took Tessa’s muscle tone with it. Captive, she lay quietly, allowing her desire to grow until her entire being ached with burning hunger.

He must have sensed her tension, because Daaron increased the tempo, rubbing her harder and pushing a second finger in with the first, ringing her clit and stimulating it from both sides. She sighed heavily, her breath starting to come more quickly. If she could have moved her hips, she would have pressed against him, silently begging him for more.

Daaron laughed.

“I know how hot you are for me,” he said, voice rich with need and desire. “You’re so slick and wet I can hardly stand it. In a moment I’m going to lift up your hips and push my cock in so hard you’ll feel it on the back of your throat. Are you ready for me, Tess?”

She nodded her head, eyes closed, entire being focused on the delicious sensations he’d created. She felt him lift one arm to brace against the bed next to her head, and then his hips rose, pulling his cock out from between her thighs with a long, slow movement that drew a groan of need from her throat.

The hand buried in her clit pulled back too, cupping her mound, and he raised her hips off the bed. After a moment she was high enough that her knees could find purchase. He pushed them apart just a bit with his hand, although it wasn’t very far—

the pants around her ankles kept them from spreading. It didn’t stop him though.

Within seconds she felt the wide, swollen head of his penis pushing through her labia.

She froze—he was so big and she’d never had anything up there before. Tessa knew it was supposed to hurt though. Her mother had warned her as much. How much would it hurt with a cock as big as Daaron’s?

Dear Goddess, he might tear her apart.

“Relax,” he whispered, his breath warm in her ear.

She tried to raise her upper body with her hands, but he kept her down low, allowing only her hips to meet him. She understood why too. There was no way she’d be able to resist him in such a ridiculous position, no question of fighting back at all.

Daaron held her completely at his mercy.

Slowly, oh so slowly, his wide cock head took her. Tessa felt every inch of him pushing against her sensitive membranes, felt the way he widened her and pressed inexorably within. Fortunately her opening was well slicked with her own fluids, and he continued to work her clit with both fingers. Long moments passed. The tight pull of tension centered between her legs rose so high she felt like she might come on the spot.

Each time his fingers grazed her she wanted to die, desperate to pull away from him and end the near-painful stimulation, and terrified that he would stop all at the same time.

It just wasn’t fair.

Now he spread her farther open, spearing her until she wanted to shout in frustration. Why was he moving so slow? Then he hit the barrier of her virginity, pushing against it until pain threatened to overwhelm the pleasure.

“Hold tight,” he said. His hand left her clit, reaching around her waist to brace her body, and he thrust into her hard and fast.

The bed muffled her shriek.

Daaron stilled as she screamed, primitive satisfaction washing through him. Now he understood why men of the Warrens kept their women chaste—to experience this, the total ownership of a woman’s body. Tessa belonged to him, and no other. Despite his need to take her and ease his own tension, he waited, allowing her to adjust to the sensation of his prick splitting her moist heat. It was strange—she felt spread open, impaled, helpless before him. He had all the power, she couldn’t move at all, yet when she flexed her interior muscles, unconsciously trying to push him out, he gave an agonized groan and jerked. Her slightest squeeze was enough to challenge his defenses.

Long moments passed, and then his fingers drifted back to her clit. Tessa shivered as he grazed her sensitive flesh. She knew his finger had to be slick with her moisture, but his cock stretched her in new ways, and everything felt different now. She wondered if it was possible for her to feel every ridge of his fingerprint, if each tiny bump could really stimulate her like this. She clenched one more time and he moaned, leaning down against her back.

“Tessa, please,” he whispered, and she wondered what he meant. Then he moved and she forgot everything else. His cock pulled out of her slow and steady. Just moments earlier she’d thought him too big, but as he pulled away she felt an emptiness she’d never imagined. She pushed her hips back at him, wanting him inside again. He held his hips steady, but his finger spasmed against her and his breath caught. She wasn’t the only one overwhelmed by their union.

“Tess, I never imagined it could be this good,” he said, kissing her neck. She gave a mewling cry, needing him to stop talking and start moving. Her body cried out for fulfillment and he could give it to her, no question about that. He pushed back into her, still going too damn slow. She wiggled her ass a little, encouraging him, and he lost control, lunging into her harder than she could have imagined.

Oh that did it.

Again and again he thrust, pushing her tender flesh apart further than she could have dreamed possible. He seemed incapable of giving her clit the slow, steady stimulation he’d offered earlier, but he kept his hand on her. Now he used it to press her tender flesh against the hardness of her pelvic bone. Each thrust brought new friction, working the nerves with exquisite force. Tension grew in her body, a tight triangle of sensation running from her vagina to her clit and back up to her breasts, which found their own form of stimulation against the harsh fabric of her shirt.

Tessa hadn’t been a stranger to physical pleasure. Her decision to remain a virgin hadn’t kept her from masturbating, and up to that point she’d thought she knew what an orgasm was. But the sound of Daaron’s rasping breaths, the smell of his sweat as he plowed her from behind, the sensation of his hard prick cleaving her open again and again—this was far beyond anything she could have imagined.

Dear heavens, she didn’t want it to ever end.

At the same time, the pounding of her heart and the tightness of her chest made her wonder how much more she could take. She felt her release hovering just beyond the edge of his touch, knew it waited for her, taunted her with its closeness.

She struggled against his weight, no longer seeking escape. Now she wanted to move, wanted the leverage to take what she needed from his body to end this terrible need. If it didn’t stop soon she’d die. Fuck that, if it didn’t stop soon she’d kill him.

Daaron, that bastard, owed her this orgasm.

He was close too, she knew it from the stiffening of his body and the way his cock seemed to be swelling and growing impossibly harder within her. Inspiration struck, and she squeezed him as hard as she could with her internal muscles.

He choked back a groan and then pulled his hand away from her pelvis.

Gripping her hips with both hands, he raised his upper body and knelt behind her.

This new position set her free, and she lifted up on her arms to meet the forceful blows of his hips.

Almost there.

Tessa sensed the restrained power in the hands holding her, the hardness of his thighs against her legs, the solid length of his cock. She wanted to answer with her own violent thrusts, wanted to take her pleasure from him the same way he’d taken her freedom and her garnets.

But not even the thought of her lovely gems could distract her from her raging need.

Again and again they came together, until she couldn’t hear for the pounding of her heart, couldn’t breathe for the tightness in her chest—her release lay so close yet still not overwhelming her. He gave one more powerful shove and she exploded in a whirlwind of sensation beyond anything she’d ever approached on her own. Above and behind her, Tessa was dimly aware of Daaron reaching his own release. Then they collapsed together on the bed, panting and exhausted.

Tessa tried to collect her thoughts, blinking and dazed by the force of her orgasm.

She’d never experienced anything as magnificent as the last ten minutes. Not when she graduated from college, not when she’d gotten her first job. Not even when she’d found that enormous cerulean star garnet…

Garnets.

She froze, reality rushing back in an instant. She needed to get her garnets and go, quickly. And she would have to take Daaron with her as her hostage, she realized. She might be able to get away from him here and now, but even if she did, he would hunt her down. He’d said he had backup out in the darkness, so she’d have to use Daaron as her shield. It all sounded like something out of a holovid, not the kind of thing real people did, but the alternative seemed to be giving up her lovely, lovely gems and doing what Daaron told her.

Not an option.

Taking a deep breath, Tessa forced a sensuous smile to creep across her face, drifting her hands along his back in the most soothing manner she could imagine. All she had to do was convince him she wanted him again. Daaron’s colossal ego would take care of the rest for her. He rolled over to look at her and smiled. So easy.

“That was good for you, wasn’t it?”

“Yes,” she replied, telling the truth. “But there’s something I’ve always wanted to try.”

“What?”

“Lean back and close your eyes,” she said. He did, and she knelt next to him on the bed, rubbing her hands up and down his chest. His nipples hardened as her fingertips grazed them. She found his chest fascinating—she’d never been up so close to a man before. Well, a naked man. They were far more interesting in the flesh than in books.

When she leaned over and licked the skin right above his navel, she told herself it was all part of her ploy to distract him.

No matter that the salty taste of his skin made the flesh between her legs burn with hunger.

Tessa shifted, trying to dismiss the sensation, and dropped her hand to the hard length of his semi-erect cock. He still wanted her, even though they’d only just finished.

She knew that wasn’t the norm; her roommates at college had been clear on that one.

Most men were useless after coming, but Daaron seemed to just be warming up. She leaned over and blew lightly on his member. Daaron groaned.

“Whatever it was you wanted to try, you’d better do it soon,” he said, voice strained. “Or I’ll lose patience.”

A wave of pleasure and power washed through Tessa. She loved how he responded to her, and thoroughly enjoyed the idea of using her sexuality against him. She blew again and then flicked her tongue out, catching the flared head of his penis with the tip.

Daaron shuddered. Tessa gripped his length firmly in her hand and rubbed up and down, feeling the ridges of the veins within, pulling the soft skin up along his length.

She shot a look up to his face to make sure his eyes were still closed before glancing at the floor. The fool had left his blaster sitting right there, next to his clothing. She gripped him harder and he moaned.

This time she didn’t have to force a smile, it came naturally.

Tessa leaned over again, took a deep breath and sucked his length into her mouth.

The taste of him, salty and warm, surprised her. She wiggled her tongue against him as her roommate had described doing. Apparently she did it right, because Daaron bucked against her and gave another of those deep moans of excitement. She pulled up. His hand reached down, gripping her hair and trying to push her head back down, but she grabbed it and pushed it away.

“No, this is my fantasy,” she said. “Stay still.”

He did as she asked.

Moving quickly, she leaned over the edge of the bed and grabbed the blaster. As he started to sit up, she shoved the cold metal of the gun into his groin, right at the base of his cock.

“I said stay still.”

Daaron froze, eyes flying open. His face filled with rage, and she realized she could never, ever allow him to overpower her again. If she did, he might kill her.

“You said you had some friends outside,” she said slowly. “I’m taking you hostage.

We’re going to get my garnets and leave this damned planet, and your buddies better not try to stop us. Do I make myself clear?”

“You’re my wife, you have to obey me,” he said. “That’s the way it works in the Warrens.”

“How stupid do you think I am?” Tessa snapped back. “Women of the Warrens might have to obey their husbands, but only as long as they’re alive. Don’t push your luck.”