Masters of Eden Page 7

  Eden made a grumbling, sniffling sound and pulled the blanket back over her head.

  “I’m going to lower your pants,” Mixer said, “and check your bottom.”

  There was no objection, so he proceeded, pushing the blanket up to her waist and lowering the scrubs. Her bottom came into view slowly, reddened cheeks still blushing with the after effects of a sound paddling, but no significant bruising or any other sign of damage.

  “I told you,” Ghost said. “It wasn’t that hard.”

  “Mhm.” Mixer ran his palm across her cheeks, then down the back of each thigh and calf all the way to her ankle and back up again. She stretched under his hands, sighed a little, and relaxed. Though she was still buried under her blanket, it was quite obvious that Mixer’s touch was soothing.

  Mixer hooked his fingers over the edge of the blanket and drew it away from her face. “You’re going to need some water,” he said. “You’re dehydrated from all that crying.”

  Ghost raised his brows, but held his tongue. They had transported many dozens of prisoners before Eden. Many of them had cried. None of them had been treated for imaginary dehydration as a result. It was clear that Mixer was getting very attached to their prisoner. He hadn’t insisted on going to her because he genuinely thought she was hurt. He’d gone to her because he didn’t like hearing her cry. Mixer liked to pretend he hadn’t had an emotion in ten years, but Ghost could detect some serious cracks in his façade. What was going to happen when they had to box her up and send her on her way?

  While Ghost worried, Mixer was massaging her bottom, soothing what remained of the sting. Eden had abandoned the blanket and was stretching like a cat as Mixer’s hand ran over the curve of her backside and slid up under her shirt to rub her back too.

  “You’re going to have to be a good girl,” Mixer said. “Otherwise there will be more unpleasantness, and you clearly don’t like having your butt paddled.”

  She looked at him playfully. “I like this.”

  “Brat,” he said, tapping her bare cheek lightly.

  Ghost stayed leaning next to the door, his arms folded across his chest, watching the proceedings with growing concern. Eden’s hips were starting to squirm, a sure sign of arousal. Her tears had dried and she was smiling her cheeky smile, biting her lower lip as Mixer’s fingers ran across her red cheeks and then dipped into the crevice between them, following it down to the sensitive, puffy, wet region between her thighs. She gasped softly as Mixer started playing with her pussy, caressing her gently.

  “Is this part of the standard medical procedure?” Ghost asked the question dryly.

  “Is this making you feel better?” Mixer addressed the question to Eden, who moaned softly and nodded.

  “See?” He slid a finger between her lips, penetrating her all too willing pussy. “It’s having the desired effect.”

  Ghost would have liked to put a stop the proceedings. He could have ordered Mixer to leave Eden; indeed, he probably should have. But the sight of her lithe, curvaceous body moving beneath Mixer’s fingers, her hips riding back and forth as she helped him slide deeper—it was too much to tear his eyes away from. His uniform was tight against his growing erection as Eden’s body came into view. She shed her top and lay on the bed quite naked, tummy down, hot red bottom lifted to the ceiling.

  The moment held all three of them in its sway. She was more than ready to be taken, she had been since Ghost spanked her. The sight of her glistening pussy writhing over his thigh was one he would not soon forget. Now he was seeing it play out again, but this time it was Mixer who had front row seats, Mixer who was penetrating her with a second finger now, stroking his digits in and out of her tantalizingly slowly.

  Eden moaned and lifted her hips. “More,” she demanded. “More than that.”

  “You’ll take what you’re given,” Mixer said with mock sternness. He looked toward Ghost. “Why don’t you give her something to keep her mouth occupied?”

  It was madness, but Ghost didn’t care. He unzipped and let his long, thick cock spring free. Eden smiled and licked her lips as he came closer, pointing the thick flared head toward her mouth. For a brief moment he rubbed his cock against the softness of her lips before she opened up and he slid into the hot, wet depths of her mouth.

  He was lost, plunging into territory he knew he had no right to be in. But Eden made it right, lapping her tongue around the shaft of his cock and teasing the sensitive underside of the head. Her eyes were locked on him with kittenish playfulness, an alluring lust that entranced him almost as much as the oh-so-talented tongue playing about his manhood.

  Mixer buried his head between her thighs, lapping at her pussy. Eden’s resulting moans resonated through Ghost’s cock, making him harder, causing all coherent thought to flee his mind. The time for slowing things down was over. They had given into the animal impulses that drove them more powerfully than any Alliance directive ever could.

  Rising up behind their prisoner, Mixer loosed his cock. Ghost didn’t see the moment he entered Eden, but he felt it. Her lips clenched tight around his dick as Mixer sank himself inside her, claiming her tight little cunt.

  “Such a good girl,” Ghost praised, tenderly running his fingers through her dark locks, pushing them back from her face as he guided his hips forward, taking her mouth with slow, shallow strokes. He gathered a thick bunch of hair in his hand and held it tight at the back of her head, keeping her in place as he worked himself over her tongue.

  She liked being fucked. That much was obvious in the willing motions of her body and the lustful haze in her eyes. With every stroke she teased his cock, running her tongue against the ridges, alternately making her mouth tight, then loose.

  Ghost was not the only one impressed by her sexual fluency. Behind her, Mixer’s hips were stilled. He was watching her work herself back on him with a rolling motion that made her pussy clench his cock with a sweeping grind of her hips. It might have looked to an outsider that she was being taken by two men, but the reality of the situation was that both of them were being fucked by her. She was demanding, she was hungry, and she knew how to use her body to both give and take pleasure.

  Her full breasts swayed as she worked back and forth between them, pendulous and beautiful like the rest of her body. The expert movement of her hips seemed to be taking a toll on Mixer. Ghost knew it had been a very long time since either of them had been with a woman and though Mixer was undoubtedly trying to slow the inevitable, he was up against a talented, eager little pussy clenching at his cock, demanding his cum.

  Eden looked up at Ghost with her enchanting dark eyes and tongued his cock eagerly as Mixer exploded behind her, shooting his seed deep into her bare cunt. Sweat dripped from his dark hairline as he spent himself, grinding hard against her with a primal urge to make sure she took every single drop.

  Once sated, he dropped back and rested against the bed, quite spent. Ghost had no eyes for his comrade; he was completely enchanted by the vixen whose lips were locked around him. She drew back long and slow, letting almost the whole length of his cock leave her mouth, then she lowered her head again and took his whole length.

  “Lie back,” Ghost ordered, pulling out of her mouth. He was close to cumming, but he didn’t want to do it in her mouth. He wanted to fill her sweet pussy, just as Mixer had.

  Eden obeyed, lying on the bed and spreading her thighs. She whimpered a little as her hot, sore bottom touched the firm surface, but that only added to Ghost’s enjoyment. She had been naughty and she had been spanked and now she was going to be fucked, just like a bad girl should be.

  Her pussy was puffy and red, a little trickle of white seed mixing with her juices. Ghost took his cock in his hand and ran the head over her well fucked cunt, massaging her clit with his dick until she began to shudder with near orgasm. Before she could cum, he pushed himself inside her and began fucking her hard and fast. Her pussy was ready for the pounding, she cried out with every stroke, gasping and clenching at him every t
ime his pubic bone ground against her hungry hard clit. His orgasm was boiling up through him as he leaned down over her bouncing breasts and pressed hot kisses to her lips, fucking her nice and deep and hard as she started to cum. Her pussy quivered around him, her flesh pulsing against the hard rod of his cock as he thrust toward his own climax.

  It hit him all at once, a rushing torrent of sensation as his seed shot inside her pussy, her hot pink tight quim taking his seed until it ran over and leaked out, coating her lips with a sheen of shared cum.

  Afterward, Ghost sank down on the other side of her, and all three of them lay together, panting and soporific. His body felt heavy, his lids drooped. Staying awake was a task he wasn’t sure he was entirely up to. Mixer seemed to be in a similar state.

  Eden had not been affected quite the same way. Her feminine reaction to intercourse did not leave her exhausted. It energized her. She bounced up from the bed and ran naked to the door, slamming it shut behind herself. It took Ghost a second to realize what had happened. In his happy haze, he didn’t recognize the danger until the moment for reacting to it was long past.

  “Did she…” he pointed toward the door.

  “Fuck!” Mixer’s curse spoke for the both of them. They were trapped like lobsters in a bucket. “Fuck, we must be the stupidest assholes in this galaxy,” he growled, restoring his pants to their proper location.

  “We’re the only assholes in this galaxy,” Ghost said, righting his clothing too. “Come on, activate the door. You can do it from the inside, right?”

  “It takes time.”

  “How long?”

  “Ten minutes at least. There are about thirty points you have to rewire before that door will open.”

  “She will be gone in ten minutes.” Ghost wasn’t angry anymore. He was focused. He would be angry later, when there was time to have that kind of emotion.

  “Then start pulling panels,” Mixer said, wrenching the first of several off the wall. Behind the panel were wires. Crossing them sequentially would reverse the polarity on the door and open it. Mixer pulled out a chunk of cabling, bit through the insulation, and crossed some of the internal wires to create a short.

  “I’m thinking this wasn’t the best system,” Ghost said as sparks from the short cascaded onto the floor. Getting out of the cell was possible, but it wasn’t going to be good for the cell at all.

  “The best system is not getting locked in your own cells.” Mixer yanked another panel and performed the wire trick again. “I’m going to whip her little ass so damn hard…”

  “If you can find it,” Ghost growled. “She was one minute shy of getting the emergency craft loose last time. She’s got three times as much time now.”

  He was expecting to feel the rumble of the departure any moment; every slight creak as they wrenched panels off the walls and isolated switches made his heart race. Losing a prisoner was bad. Losing Eden would be a disaster.

  Ten minutes of work was completed in just under six. The door slid open and Ghost and Mixer took off running, heading for the bridge.

  “Eden!”

  She was still on board. They found her sitting in what would have been the captain’s chair, still quite naked but wearing a broad smirk.

  “Not bad, boys,” she said casually.

  “You just had your backside thrashed,” Ghost growled. “And then you pull this.”

  “I figured I already made up for it.” She gave him an arch smile. “To both of you.”

  “What did you do?” Mixer asked the question. “You didn’t lock us up just to mess with us. You were doing something. What?”

  “Planning my escape, of course,” she said. “Have to be ready for when the big day comes. Have to be familiar with the systems.”

  Ghost and Mixer exchanged looks. Ghost was just happy she was still on board the ship and Mixer’s expression of relief told him the feeling was mutual. That didn’t mean she was going to get away with anything, though. Ghost reached down, grabbed Eden by the wrist, wrapped an arm around her thigh and hoisted her up over his shoulders. She wriggled against his back as he carried her back down to the cells.

  Catching sight of her old cell on the way past, Eden laughed. “You two tore that place apart!”

  “Don’t you worry about that,” Ghost said, swatting her bottom. “Worry about the punishment you earned with that little stunt.”

  He tossed her down on the bed in a second cell and watched as she giggled unrepentantly, apparently unafraid of what was going to happen to her. Her backside was still bright red, marked here and there with the remnants of the paddle. She had clearly gotten over the emotion that had made her cry for three hours straight.

  “You think because Mixer and I had sex with you, you won’t be punished?”

  “I think I didn’t actually do anything,” she said. “I think I gave you a fright, that’s all. You’re going to punish me for that?”

  “You bet I will.”

  *

  Eden’s bottom was sore, her pussy was satisfied, and her heart was fluttering. Ghost was doing a good job of chewing her out, but he’d not laid a hand on her and she strongly suspected that he wouldn’t. She smiled sweetly and fluttered her lashes up at him as he towered over her, hands on his hips, lip lifted in a snarl.

  He was hot when he was angry—something about the way his eyes glinted ice blue between narrowed lids replete with dark lashes. The angular lines of his face were harder than usual. He really was very annoyed. Maybe he would thrash her again. Maybe he’d use the cane. She was riding so high on her triumph that she really didn’t care.

  “You are going to be thoroughly disciplined,” Ghost said, his bark much worse than his bite. “I’m going to give your behind a day to set itself to rights. Tomorrow, you’re going to get a spanking. And the day after that, and the day after that, and the day after that, so on and so forth until you stop being a rebellious little wretch.”

  Eden bit her lower lip and tried to appear contrite. To hell with afterglow; this was the way to end sex, on a high note.

  “Where’s Mixer? Doesn’t he want to yell at me?”

  “He’s checking the ship’s systems to make sure you didn’t do anything while you were out, like put the emergency craft on standby, or hail a rebel ship.”

  “Hail a rebel ship, now that’s a good idea,” Eden grinned.

  Ghost growled and grabbed her by both arms, pulling her up and hard against his body. “We had sex,” he said, his teeth practically snapping at her nose, “but that’s not going to mean we’ll be soft on you.”

  “No, you’ll be hard,” Eden said archly. “Very hard.”

  He gave her a dark look, but she saw the corner of his mouth ticking slightly. He was trying not to smile.

  “Eden.” He growled her name before pressing a hot kiss to her lips, a kiss that deepened into something passionate and intense, his tongue lashing hers as he clasped her close. “This campaign of yours is madness. You have to curb your rebellion. It will not serve you here, or on the colony.”

  “I’ll never see a colony,” she replied.

  “You’re in denial.” He cupped her bottom and looked down at her. “But turning this station upside down won’t save you from your fate.”

  “You’re right,” she agreed. “My fate is sealed. The die is cast. So why take things so very seriously? What will be, will be.”

  “What will be is your buttocks roasted daily,” Ghost said, squeezing her bottom. It ached a little as he did, but she didn’t mind. His touch made her feel good, steadied her, gentled her too—not that he would have known that.

  “Perhaps you could keep a better eye on me if I weren’t locked away all the time,” she suggested. “Perhaps you could keep a better eye on me… in your bed?”

  “Vixen,” he said, his husky voice thick with fresh desire. “Seduction will not save you.”

  “Seduction saves us all,” Eden quipped, nipping his lower lip. “You don’t really want to leave me in this cell, do
you? Not now that I know I can pull the panels off the wall and escape that way.”

  “You really are the limit,” Ghost swore, dragging her off to Mixer. “New plan,” he announced. “We don’t let her out of our sight. Ever.”

  “I have a better one,” Mixer replied. “We don’t let her out of arm’s reach. She can’t be trusted as far as she can be thrown, that one.”

  “Sweet talker,” Eden beamed. She was in a very, very good mood. Not only had she gotten laid twice, but she had also laid the groundwork for an escape so neat, so completely brilliant that it would be over before either of her captors knew it had happened.

  “I need to get some rest,” Ghost yawned. “I’ll take her with me.”

  He did just that, taking her to a part of the station she’d never been in before. High above the bridge and the cells were crew quarters, relatively spacious affairs complete with soft furnishings and actual carpet. All the comforts of home in the middle of the universal void. There wasn’t much in the way of decoration in the room, but there was a painting hanging on one wall. It was done in brushed ink and depicted a Pegasus rising high above a mountain range. A romantic image for a romantic at heart. It reminded Eden that no matter how hard-bitten Ghost seemed to be at times, he was a man who felt, who used his sensitivity to its full potential. It should have made him soft, but it didn’t. It made him an emotional ninja, capable of anticipating her every mood and thought before she had it—except one.

  “Wow,” she said, staring at his bed. “You have a real bed. Proper sheets and everything. How come you don’t sleep on a rubber mattress with a blanket?”

  “Because I’m not a prisoner,” Ghost said. “Now get in already, would you?”

  Eden got in. The sheets felt amazing against her skin, immediately soothing. When Ghost shed his clothing and slid in behind her, winding his arm around her waist, she felt a deep peace and contentment. More than that. Safety.

  She knew the feeling was not likely mutual, that she was only there because he was certain she would not run away if she was trapped under his arm. He had her right where he wanted her, soft, vulnerable… and too sleepy to cause trouble.