Chapter 4

Chapter Four

Well, okay then. I guess I’d get to try my feminine wiles another time. Except, based on the complete lack of interest on Dane’s face, this felt perfunctory. How he appeared that impassive again so quickly, I had no idea. The Foulans I’d met hadn’t controlled their emotions as well. Although maybe that was what made him a good Enforcer for Vadhea.

“Now,” Dane commanded, wrecking my train of random thoughts.

I gestured toward the chains restraining me on the bed. “You’ll need to get much closer for this to work.”

He glanced between the two chains and me sitting upright against the memory foam-like headboard. With a curt nod, he fished his keycard out of a back pocket and waved it over each restraint. I considered making a run for it.

But where would I go, even if I could make it to the door?

Instead, I swung my legs back over the side of the bed, my shoes hitting the floor with a soft thump.

He stepped closer and I stared up at his blank face.

“You’re tall,” I began hoarsely, “but you’re not that tall.” I waved my hand toward his crotch, which was not at my face level. A flush burned my face. Why would I be embarrassed? This wasn’t the first time I’d given a blowjob to a near stranger.

Dane wrapped a hand around each of my biceps and hauled me to my feet. We stood for a beat, mere inches apart. I couldn’t read his facial expression, but the heat pouring off of him caused beads of sweat to form on my forehead. A musky scent enveloped us. Then, in one quick motion, he spun us around and released me, so that he now sat on the bed, legs spread and feet on the floor.

I grabbed the pillow-like square from beside the headboard and dropped it on the stone at his feet. My arm shook when I reached out to grip the fastener for his pants.

His hands remained behind his hips, resting on the bed. The evidence of his obvious desire was impossible to miss, and already impressive, with no ministrations. He waited in silence and I tugged at the fastener. The pieces of fabric sprung apart to reveal the dark hair of his pelvis.

Of course, he went commando.

Dane made no move to allow his pants to come off over his hips. I dropped to my knees and marveled for a moment at the softness of the pillow. My fingers trailed down the path to free his cock from his pants. Muscles tensed beneath my palm when I flattened my hand against the hairy skin. I reached for his penis and wrapped my fingers around its girth.

A sharp inhalation from above caught my attention and, without dropping my head back, I angled my eyes up to meet Dane’s. His hooded lids told me I was off to a good start.

I pulled his member free, thankful it wasn’t as furry as the rest of his covered body. “Huh,” I mumbled in surprise. And not just because it was even larger than I’d imagined once freed from its constraints.

“What?” the alien asked sharply.

“N-n-nothing,” I fumbled out. I didn’t have time to contemplate alien anatomy—I couldn’t have him wondering why I was surprised. I’d received an education regarding the anatomy of Foulans before I came to stay with Bowyer Haled. I, therefore, knew in theory what to expect. However, having never actually seen their genitalia in person... well, the descriptions underplayed the reality.

To forestall further questions, I licked the tip of his pointed, red dick. Yep, red like a wolf’s. With the pointed tip that also accompanied that Earth species.

More than that, there was what appeared to be two round bumps under the skin atop the base of his cock. They were noticeably wider compared to the rest of his penis. I’d expected these swollen glands, since they resembled the bulbous glandis of Earth’s wolves and had been described in my Foulan anatomy lesson as making up a male’s knot , designed to hold an erect penis in the female to assist with insemination.

What I hadn’t expected was how large they would be even when the cock wasn’t fully engorged.

Without considering how it would appear, I released his dick and my fingers played over the two glands that made up the knot, marveling at how similar yet different they were from testicles. They were larger, but as firm, with a coat of fur that the balls lacked.

I risked a glance up at him and the suspicion in his dark eyes was unmistakable.

A distraction from my surprise was needed. I dropped my gaze and brought my mouth close enough to lick the pointed tip of his dick again. A drop of precum tasted salty on my tongue. I lapped against his cock, running my tongue over the tip and around the edges. It jumped against my lips.

I took the lower half of his penis into my mouth and wrapped one hand around the base nearer his body. Huh. I had to hide another bout of surprise when the knot at the base of his cock swelled with blood from his arousal. The bumps had appeared manageable with his cock and balls when I’d started. Now the firm spheres pushed even more against my hands.

Alternating between blowing and sucking, I gently squeezed his red cock with my right hand and cupped first one ball and then the other with my left. His thigh muscles by my head quivered in response.

Releasing his balls, I used both hands to stroke, squeeze, and pump his dick while my head acted like a piston, drawing him in and out of my warm, wet mouth. Groaning sounded above me, and his hands gripped the back of my head to control my movement.

He was now engorged, and the realization that the knot had almost doubled in size shocked me. I could barely deep-throat on a good day, unfortunately, and I definitely couldn’t deep-throat those.

Dane pulled my mouth on and off his penis with increasing speed, the knot of his cock contacting my lips with each thrust, the rigid skin reminiscent of the firm testicles.

No longer needing my hands to control the motion, I palmed his balls and massaged them in time to the movement he desired.

The tempo became so quick I was uncertain that I could keep up. Then, with a final shudder, Dane growled once and the swollen knot slammed against my lips. I swallowed the hot, salty cum that filled my mouth. Dane kept his pelvis pushed into my face, his hands maintaining their viselike grip on the back of my head. My throat convulsed swallowing the ropes of cum that seemed never-ending. With a last jerk, the flow ceased.

Dane hissed and removed first his hands from my head and then pulled his cock from my tired mouth.

I offered him a wide grin before running my tongue along my lips to catch any stray liquid.

The Foulan stood, the unexpected action knocking me backward onto my ass. I stared up at him, stunned by the angry expression on his face as he refastened his pants.

Was the blowjob that bad?

“I am going to ask you once, and only once. If you lie, we are finished and I will bring you to Vadhea tomorrow,” he stated, his inflectionless voice belying the anger I sensed simmering beneath the surface.

“Uh, okay,” I agreed, my mind racing at warp speed, because I knew what was coming, and I didn’t know if he would believe me.

“Why were you surprised by my knot?” he demanded, his hands balled at his sides. I didn’t think he would strike me. That wouldn’t be professional. I suspected he was trying to control himself while uncovering the truth.

I’d been his prisoner for mere hours, and I knew without question he didn’t tolerate liars. There could be no question that someone had lied to him. The Syndicate. Or me. “I never had sex with Bowyer,” I said in a low voice.

“You lied.”

“No,” I hurried to explain. “You know Foulans don’t normally find humans attractive. That’s why you were surprised that Bowyer had purchased me from the Collector,” I reminded my captor.

Dane considered what I’d said. “You were skilled enough to satisfy the Collector.”

I flushed at his matter-of-fact praise of my skills .

“Continue.”

“I didn’t know about the exotic animal procurement thing,” I said with distaste, “but it didn’t surprise me because that is why he wanted me to some degree. I was an exotic animal. One for him to show off. He’d explained that to me when he offered his contract. The recruiter had said that sometimes happened—women were occasionally even put in zoos for the duration of their contracts.” I shrugged. “It was still a lot of money. I figured I’d make it work.”

Dane stayed silent, staring down at me where I now sat cross-legged on the cold stone floor. I shivered. He offered a hand to help me off the floor. We stood inches apart again, the air an odd mix of sex, distrust, and uncertainty.

The Foulan gave one of his curt nods I was becoming rather accustomed to. “I believe you.”

“You do?” I asked, scarcely able to hope.

“I do. However,” he added, his deeper voice offering a hint of the threat a lie would cost me. “Our bargain is simple. You will not withhold information from me again.”

“Of course,” I hurried to agree.

“If you lie, there will be no discussion. I will bring you to Vadhea.”

Blood drained from my face and a wave of lightheadedness blurred my vision. His matter-of-fact statement combined with his flat voice told me he would show me no mercy. I nodded, unable to speak.

“I will help you so that I can uncover the real reason the Syndicate assigned you as my Runner,” he concluded our bargain.

Relief flooded me. Maybe I’d survive this nightmare after all. I opened my mouth to thank him. He spoke first.

“Tell me everything you know about Bowyer Haled.”