“Use that energy more productively, Kitos,” she warns. “Use it to get us what we need.”
With that, she leaves the room – pacing like a wildcat to the living room of this spacious hotel suite.
I nod. I’ll push back my need – for now.
Hadrian jumps to the floor and starts doing push-ups – one of his common methods to de-stress himself. Daccia takes Hadrian’s place by the window – gazing out across the smog-filled vista thoughtfully.
I just stand there and take a deep breath – calming myself as I prepare for the events that lie ahead of us.
I don’t know who owns this club, The Rhino – but, if it comes to it, I’ll drag him back to this hotel room and carve the answers out of him with my Orb-Blade.
I close my eyes for a moment – to retreat to that quiet place inside of myself where I prepare for war. As I settle, I reach out and sense the auras of the other three beings linked to me.
Daccia, Kitos… and now Allie.
I can’t imagine any of them winking out from my mind – the dire, horrible consequence of any of them dying. Yet, that is a possibility…
I must fight for each of them. They are my Bond – my family. My life.
“Get dressed.”
I open my eyes, and it’s like I’m coming out of a trance. Twenty minutes have passed – but they felt like just an instant for me.
Now, though, I’m in the state of being that the artist feels as he paints his masterpiece, or the composer feels as he conducts his concerto. There is no more thought – only action.
As the others prepare, I slowly and deliberately change from my workout clothes to a crisp, white dress shirt, my tailored suit, and a handmade watch transported all the way from the old place known as “Switzerland” on Old-Earth.
Then, I take the leash from the bed.
I lick my lips, feeling my cock surge in my dress pants. I’ve never had these sadistic urges before – but I relish them because I know Allie melts at these same, dark desires.
Tonight will not be the time to test the limits of those desires – but it will offer a teasing taste of what might be countless pleasures to come.
But, at the same time, a twisted knot of anguish wrenches in my stomach.
If we lose Allie, I’ll never fuck another woman. No other woman – out of the billions of them in this seemingly limitless universe – could ever could compare to the pure bliss of seeding my one, true, Fated Mate.
As if reading my mind, Allie comes out of the other room – and I have to clamp my mouth shut to stop myself gaping like a buffoon.
Allie stands there wearing nothing but the blue silk of that pleasure dress – and she looks incredible.
The material is sheer enough to show off every curve of her gorgeous body, yet it’s opaque enough to teasingly conceal the most intimate parts of her.
The soft, silky fabric embraces her body – caressing and teasing her.
Right now, the dress isn’t even activated. It’s merely the touch of the material. I know that through the controls built into the leash, I could activate the fiendishly cunning technology of that dress… and, in doing so, arouse her beyond anything she’s experienced before.
“I’m going to collar you now.”
Allie nods – looking me in the eye with a deliciously defiant glare to her eyes as I clip the collar around her neck. She may be playing the part of the submissive little slave – and part of her might actually ache for that role – but, right, now she’s all fire and fury.
I clip the leash to my right wrist.
“Do you want to see how the pleasure dress works?”
Allie winces. “You mean, it’s not working right now? My fucking nipples are as hard as rocks.”
She’s right. They’re pressing against the sheer material like pert little buds. I ache to pinch and pull them.
But the poor little slut hasn’t seen anything yet.
I touch my wrist, pressing slightly to the right, and suddenly Allie moans out:
“Gods! Turn it off!”
I instantly turn the dress off. I know how powerful the waves of pleasure that just teased her body can be. I can’t wait to drive her nearly to the brink of madness with them…
…but only once we get her off this planet can we take time for carnal delights. For now, we have a mission.
Hadrian pulls himself up from the floor, his muscles pumped. He’s been doing pushups for the last twenty minutes. He gets dressed quickly, lazily, leaving his crisply tailored shirt unbuttoned enough to show his strong chest. His eyes are narrow, and his hands twitch – never far from the hilt of his Orb-Weapon.
That otherworldly weapon is waiting impatiently for blood. I know, because my Orb-Weapon is too. I know they’re just tools – mysterious tools, powered by an energy and science even Aurelians can’t claim to truly understand – but sometimes I swear they’re sentient… As if the shards of Orb that power them truly cry out for the taste of blood and battle.
“Goggles on,” orders Daccia, passing out three sets of thin, protective goggles that are barely more than sunglasses. They’re used to protect sensitive eyes from the glare of harsh sunlight, and they’ll hide our eyes, with the added bonus of providing a tactical advantage in dark areas.
“Our shuttle has arrived,” Daccia growls next, at the same instant our smart-watches blink to notify us that our transport shuttle is docking at the flight deck at the top of the hotel.
19
Allie
The collar around my neck isn’t tight enough to be uncomfortable – but that’s not what I hate about it.
It’s the fact that it’s a symbol of ownership. Of submission.
…of what I know Daccia, Hadrian, and Kitos want to do to me.
And the fabric of this pleasure dress? That’s a whole other problem.
