Chapter 8

Chapter Eight

My jaw tightened when I ground my teeth together at his comment to keep myself from making a smart-ass response.

Alberus spoke into my silence, sounding quite conversational, despite the content. Although he maintained direct, challenging eye contact with me, it was clear he directed the words to Dane, who remained held by the Foulan bodyguards.

“Did Parker Robinson tell you how she and I met?” Alberus asked. “That beta was throwing yet another one of his ridiculous parties.” He snorted derisively. “I planned to make a show of my attendance, and only stay as long as... necessary.” He hesitated at the last word.

Alberus paused to rub his thumb along my lower lip. I fought to maintain my composure, not show my disgust on my face.

“Except Bowyer Haled was unusually excited that night. After gathering everyone together, he brought out his latest acquisition. The exotic human Obedient, willing to do whatever he asked of her.”

Alberus closed the already small distance between us, such that I could feel his breath on my cheek and the heat from his body against my clothing.

“After I had made the rounds at the party and had seen what needed to be seen, I approached him about sharing his new human.”

I could see his lip curl in irritation even under his facial hair.

“That imbecile said no.” Alberus sounded shocked by this refusal still. “He denied me. Access to a human.” He flashed a cocky smile. “I would say he lived to regret that choice, but...” he trailed off with a shrug. “We all know how that ended.”

I caught my breath. Was that enough of an admission of guilt? Or simply a sadistic male taking pleasure in another’s demise?

“And now here you are.” He stepped back and opened his arms wide. “Delivering yourself to me. What is the Earth expression? ‘On a silver platter’? Maybe not yet. But you will.”

On a silver platter? I didn’t fucking think so. My jaw unclenched in order to retort, only Alberus was just getting started.

The Foulan violated my personal space again, one hand gripping the back of my head, the other cupping my breast through my vest and shirt. He licked my cheek.

“I will taste everything about you, including slicing off some of that delicate human skin,” the deranged Foulan continued in a husky voice.

That short-circuited my brain, and any thoughts of speaking fled. I needed to fight. If he wanted to fuck me, fine, whatever, I could endure. There was zero chance I was allowing this lunatic to slice off anything. I cut my eyes toward Dane again, unsure what I was hoping to see. My heart sank when I saw nothing had changed. He stood, his face like granite, watching the interaction. The two bodyguards still held his arms.

While I watched Dane, Alberus lowered his face to my neck, pushing my head to the side. His teeth contacted my skin, and he nibbled. He moved his hand from my breast to the fastener of my vest. He opened it with a tug in concert with biting harder.

“Ow,” I reflexively uttered. Predator-prey play wasn’t really my thing.

His head lifted, and he growled around a frown. He released the back of my head and used both hands to pull the vest over my shoulders. “Lift your arms,” he ordered.

I was prepared to tell him to go fuck himself when my gaze sought the tableau of Dane and the bodyguards.

How did I miss it? There was a difference from before. Both bodyguards stared with undisguised prurient interest. More importantly, the one holding the disruptor against Dane had let it drop the tiniest bit. It was no longer pointing directly at my Foulan Enforcer. Dane met my gaze, then shifted his own toward the drooping weapon.

He knew!

Alberus grabbed my chin and forced me to look at him again. “Lift. Your. Arms,” he repeated in a snarl.

I took a ginormous leap of faith and allowed Alberus to continue his monologue while he groped me. Dane needed me to maintain the distraction until he could make his move. Luckily, Alberus didn’t seem to need me to interact with him. This was his fantasy, and he was acting it out.

My arms lifted, and Alberus pulled my shirt over my head then dropped it at our feet. He undid my bandeau, his tongue darting over his lips at the sight of my exposed breasts.

I waited in horrified anticipation for Alberus to touch me again. He didn’t. Instead, after dropping my bandeau on top of my shirt on the floor, he reached down to unfasten my leggings and push them down, along with my panties, to pool at my feet. The macabre side of my brain couldn’t help but hope he didn’t ask me to move. I’d fall on my ass with my clothes tangled like this.

The air felt cool on my naked body. Alberus took this moment to ogle me from tits to pussy. He cupped both breasts, his thumbs playing with my nipples, his fingers squeezing and massaging.

His large hands slid down my ribcage, pausing at my hipbones. He stepped closer, one hand sliding behind to cup an ass cheek, the other sliding past my mound to cup my sex.

“Oh,” I said in shock, despite the expectation.

“You will be making a lot more noises for me before we are done, Obedient,” Alberus grunted, his breath ragged. He used the hand on my ass to push me into the hand cupping my crotch. “You have so little hair,” he breathed onto my cheek. “It is so different.” His left hand massaged my ass cheek, and he pressed his crotch against my hipbone. The fingers on his right hand separated. He felt along my pussy folds, petting them and seeking my hole. A finger plunged into me. Then a second. Alberus pushed them in and out of my cunt. Despite the initial pain, his fingers created an unexpected slickness as they probed for my pleasure spot.

“Mmm,” I mumbled when Alberus’s fingers found it.

“That is right, Obedient. I know something about human female anatomy,” he said. “But that will not happen yet.” He withdrew his fingers from my wet pussy and released my ass. With his hands encircling my waist, he walked forward, moving me in a backward shuffle until my bare ass hit something hard. When Alberus spun me around, I saw it was the desk he’d been sitting at when we’d arrived. This side of the gleaming metal desk was empty.

Alberus pushed me flat on top of it, my breasts squishing painfully beneath me. One of his hands parted my legs, as much as he could with clothing still wrapped around my ankles. Now both hands cupped the globes of my ass. One hand released and then appeared before my face against the table. My mouth opened in surprise.

“Suck,” he ordered, jamming his finger into my now-open mouth.

I obeyed, silently screaming for Dane to make his move. How far would this have to go? My body had already betrayed me by getting turned on from the domination. I didn’t want it to reach its natural conclusion. Did I?

After a few moments of sucking on the Foulan’s finger, he withdrew it. His hands palmed my ass cheeks again, pulling them apart to reveal my anus. He ran a moist finger along my crack and I shivered. The desire that had been building approached a crescendo.

“You like that, Obedient?” Alberus whispered.

A large digit pressed against my crack and then breached the hole. I sucked air in through my teeth at the mix of pleasure and pain. I’d always enjoyed ass play. But we hadn’t done any preparation. Obviously. Sucking on a finger was not sufficient.

Movement of his finger in and out of my anus held all of my attention. Until one hand glided off an ass cheek and under to find my pussy. Alberus penetrated me with one finger. He moved this finger in and out in rhythm with the finger in my ass.

I wriggled on the table, hating how much I was enjoying this feeling, and wishing that Dane was the one doing it.

Wait, what?

Despite my hating the Foulan behind me, rising desire found me searching out Dane. I needed him to make his move before this shithead male made me cum. If I was going to cum for a Foulan, I needed it to be Dane.