Free Wild Pen Carrington by Sophie Angmering Page A

voice muffled as he said, “I am not about to abandon my crew to the mercy of Rim dogs. If there is the smallest chance of getting out of this mess, I’ll take it.”
    Kate was jolted by a wave of pure lust at the sight of so much of him. A curl of pure desire unfolded low in her abdomen. Her thighs became restless and she moved in her chair to re-cross her legs. Kate’s pussy throbbed hungrily at the prospect of what was to come.
    Down, girl! Kate told herself with gritty control. Be in charge, stay in charge and you win , she reminded herself.
    “How do you expect us to do anything with these on?” Dom asked her, indicating the wrist restraints that allowed him to pull his shirt over his head but not remove his breeches due to the way his hands were confined.
    “You’ll manage,” she replied. “But just to help you get started…”
    Kate got up from her chair and moved behind Dom to undo his breeches herself. With a practiced flick of her wrist she pulled them down over his lean hips, resisting the urge to run her fingers over his smooth, warm skin. His erection sprang from the confines of his clothing hard and eager despite his show of annoyed reluctance.
    “Mmm,” Kate could not resist. “I think you’ll manage rather well.” Kate stepped back a few paces to her chair but did not sit down. “Take him in your mouth,” she instructed Dom’s second in command, aware, as she was subjected to a rebellious gaze, that as bound and as vulnerable as the two men were, somehow, they were still managing to encroach on her control of the situation.
    “We are not likely to forget this, Captain.” Ren flicked the long lock of hair from his eyes and looked at her long and hard.
    “Neither will I,” Kate replied in an artfully sultry voice that she hardened before going on to say, “but it is still your choice. I can still simply hand yourselves and your crew over to Lomax and we will put you back on board that heap of twisted metal that we all persist in calling a ship. I’ll resign myself to leaving you there for the scum that prey on the helpless in these parts.”
    Dom’s regard was pure ice.
    Crap , thought Kate, he’s going to call my bluff . Her hand tightened on the restraint control and without thinking her eyes darted to the commlink. She could just call Lomax and have them taken away. She would have to hope that the data she rescued gave her some suitably obscure information that she could claim was revealed to her by them whilst they were in her cabin. Insurance was proving to be a tricky business.
    “An interesting definition of scum, Captain.” Dom suddenly grinned and winked at his companion. Ren rolled his eyes then dropped to his knees, flicked the lock of hair from his eyes and put his mouth to the tip of Dom’s erect cock, giving it an initial swirling lick. Dom exhaled sharply and clenched his buttocks as his hard length then disappeared between Ren’s lips. Kate’s pussy flooded with moisture, her restless limbs once more making her shift from foot to foot in an effort to stem the ache between her legs.
    Dom rested his hands on his own head, gently flexing his buttocks to keep his balance as his cock was worked in and out of Ren’s mouth.
    Kate clenched the muscles in her abdomen at the sight. Her clitoris felt engorged and sensitive as it sat against the seam of her breeches. Whichever way she stood or sat, Kate could not get comfortable. She suppressed a small groan as Dom’s straining erection bobbed from his blue-eyed companion’s mouth, glistening, before being recaptured. Kate sat in her chair, then got to her feet again, restless and unable to take her eyes from the two men before her, only to sit down once more, still transfixed. It had never affected her like this before. Before, it had always been amusing, occasionally almost laughable, if humiliating for those concerned.
    It served its purpose.
    This time it was pure torture.
    “What do you want us to do next, Captain?”