Free At Drogan’s Command (Hades Helmet Crew) by Selena Illyria Page A

anyone else.
    “Well, my beautiful one, do you want me to fuck that gorgeous mouth of yours?” he asked, proud that his voice was intelligible.
    “You haven’t even kissed me yet, Captain, sir,” she replied, her voice breathy with anticipation. There was that fire he loved. There was no more anger now.
    He threw back his head and laughed. “I shall kiss you and then fuck your mouth, yes?”
     

Chapter Nine
     
     
    Rena tried to fight her body and concentrate on his words. The bullet vibrated between her legs, the butt plug filled her ass, her clit throbbed from the spanking it had received, and now he wanted to fuck her mouth. She was trying so hard not to lose her mind. The pleasure was overwhelming. She’d wanted to come so badly when he’d shredded her shirt and made her strip. As angry as she had been, Rena admitted to herself that she had been turned on by the danger in his actions. When she’d looked into those blue eyes of his, she’d known right then and there she wasn’t going anywhere.
    And now he wanted to fuck her mouth. Every orifice in her body would be stuffed. She was eager to taste him, but Rena wanted him to kiss her before he did it. She wanted a gesture of intimacy from him. It seemed ridiculous in her current situation, but she wanted it nonetheless. Once she left his rooms in the morning, disc in hand, he would forget about her, and this night was all she would have to remember of him. She wanted a kiss to be part of it. It was the only good thing she wanted to remember of him. To be able to push away the betrayal and pain and focus on something special.
    “Please, Captain, sir, please. Kiss me and then fuck my mouth,” she requested.
    He said nothing and she felt like crying. Her career with the Hades’ Helmet was over. She was humiliated and at the mercy of the last man she had wanted to discover her secrets, and he wouldn’t even give her a kiss. She would be some nameless fuck, a notch on his bedpost. She was glad that he wouldn’t be able to see the tears. Then she felt him over her. His heat nearly scorching her body, she could feel his shaft against her stomach, the tip wetting her skin.
    “Oh, my sweetling, I will do so much more than kiss you, but as you request it, so shall it be,” he murmured, his breath caressing her lips. First it was one brush of his mouth and then two. Her mouth fell open and his lips crushed hers in a hungry fury of sucking, biting, and licking. His tongue thrust into her mouth at the same time she felt his cock thrust forward, smearing a streak on her stomach with his precum.
    With each thrust of his hips, his tongue mimicked the action, fucking her mouth. His hips picked up speed, his body lowering closer to her to increase the pressure. With each brush of his chest against her aching nipples, bolts of electricity shot through her. He pulled back his head, his hips continuing to thrust a few more times before he stilled.
    “Shit,” he swore. “Darling, I need to be in your mouth. I can’t last long. I need to fuck that beautiful mouth of yours.”
    “Yes, my Captain, sir,” she whispered.
    For a second, she felt the heat of his body leave her and then felt something against her clit vibrating as the bullet between her legs increased in speed. She felt him over her again.
    “Damn, you are beautiful!” He murmured, awe edged with desire filled his voice.
    She wanted to cry at his words. Maybe he really did want to be with her. She gave herself a mental shake. No. This would only be for tonight and then he would be gone.
    “Yes, Captain, sir,” she whispered, afraid her voice would betray her. She was in love with him, always had been. She felt the brush of something hot, soft, and wet against her mouth. Her tongue darted out for a taste. His salty essence burst over her taste buds as his musky, masculine scent rushed up her nostrils.
    She breathed deeply and opened her mouth wide. He entered her mouth slowly, her lips brushing the velvety