Captain's Bounty takes place after
New recruit
so I strongly suggest you read that first. This is an extended scene from my novel, Domination.
Nyx glared at the assembled refugees in and outside the ship's small galley. "Clean this mess up in here and make sure if anything got broken, you fix it! Later, after that's done, I'll clear up a section in the hold so you guys can... work out. Or whatever you want to call it.
She paused to see most of the former slave gladiators perk up. They were happy to not be slaves but they weren't happy about the lack of exercise Nyx's ship provided. The one who didn't was the Dextan, Andari. She stared at Nyx from where she still sat on the floor, her arms holding her up and her chest bared for all to see. She was still in shock and awe at how Nyx had flung her around and torn her shirt off on accident in the process.
Nyx turned her attention away from the Dextan before she could study her athletic torso and the visible effect caused by the excitement of violence. "One thing though, clean up your mess--that includes blood. And, for the love of air, don't pick a fight with someone who doesn't want to fight back!"
She received nods and mumbled affirmations from the gathered woman. Satisfied at last she let out a final huff and pushed her way back out the door to where Tara was standing. She grabbed Tara's hand in her right arm and pulled her down the hall after her.
"You totally threw that woman across the room! Did you know you could do that?" Tara whispered.
Nyx's pulse was pounding in her ears. All the implants she had worked to calm her adrenaline pumping heart down, but she was practically floating through the ship. "No, but that was fucking amazing," Nyx admitted.
"Yeah it was! And how you handled all of them after? Nyx... oh my... I really hope you are taking me to your cabin right now!"
Nyx grinned. "Oh, I am so taking you there."
Tara's rosy grin practically lit up the hallway the rest of the way to the captain's cabin. "Are you going to make me service you, Captain?
Nyx growled and gave her hand a gentle tug.
Tara giggled and followed her up to her cabin.
As soon as the door shut behind Tara Nyx spun on her and reached out with her silver prosthetic arm. She grabbed Tara's shirt and bunched it up between the woman's breasts. "Should I rip your shirt off too? Remind you who the boss is?"
Tara's breath caught for a moment. "Wh-- what would I do then, Captain? When I'm done with you... done servicing you, I mean?"
Nyx couldn't stop herself from grinning. "Why does it matter?" Nyx asked. "It's my ship and you're mine too. Those other bitches know better than to lay a hand on you now. Why, I could rip your pants off too. Leave you naked the way someone as beautiful as you is supposed to be."
Tara gasped. The blush spread from her cheeks down her neck and to her chest beneath her shirt.
"They'd know you were mine then. No doubts."
"H-- how would they know?"
"Because of the marks I'm going to leave."
Tara groaned and her legs wobbled. "Nyx..."
Nyx swept her up in her arms. Sure, the half G gravity helped and so did Nyx's state-of-the-art prosthetic arm, but there was more to it. She moved with a smooth strength that a human woman of her stature should not have.
Nyx put the overwhelmed woman on her bed and then stepped back to admire her. Tara whimpered and reached for her. Nyx shook her head. "Strip."
Tara pouted. "I thought you were going to tear my clothes off me?"
"I don't need to," Nyx said. "You're going to do it for me."
"I-- I am?"
"Yes," the Captain raised one eyebrow. "You're going to do it to prove that you'll do what I tell you. That you're mine. That I own you."
"Ohhhh," Tara moaned. She fumbled with her shirt and yanked it off. More than a few seams stretched, popped, and tore on their way to the floor. She kicked her shoes off and jettisoned her pants like a lump garbage being ejected from the ship's recycling system.
"I am yours, Captain," Tara offered while she sprawled on the bed with her legs spread just enough to reveal the glint of moisture.
"Play with yourself," Nyx said.
Tara's mouth dropped. Her hesitation didn't last more than second though. She slid her hands up the outside of her thighs and then up her body until she was cupping her full breasts. She hefted them and squeezed them. Nyx's eyes dropped briefly and then returned to Tara's face. Determined to get a proper reaction, Tara squeezed them harder and began to pinch and twist her nipples between her fingers. She gasped as lightning shot through the raging inferno in her belly.
Tara's ploy worked. Nyx dropped her eyes to Tara's cork-like nipples and she licked her lips in appreciation and longing. Tara kept working them. Pinching and pulling as though she had milk to offer her lover.
Nyx's lips were parted allowing her to breathe through her mouth. She stared, captivated by her large-breasted girlfriend. At the thought a smile twisted her lips up. Yes, Tara was her girlfriend. Her lover. Her... well, what more could she be? What more did Tara want to be? Being playful and saying Nyx owned her was one thing, but actually meaning it... did she mean it?
Tara's right hand let go of her boob. It jiggled as it set into place. Her nipple remained red, puffy, and eager for attention. It called to Nyx and begged her to kiss it and make it feel better. She would have too, were it not for Tara's legs pulling up and then parting as she spread them out and lifted her hips so Nyx could see everything.
Her fingers slid down over the bare flesh and squeezed her swollen lips together. Nyx shuddered while Tara let a moan slip. Tara's fingers dipped inside next, sliding along the wet flesh and teasing her entrance before dipping her fingertips inside and then back out. She continued to do this, barely penetrating herself, until Nyx's entire field of view was a haze of red save for the object of her desire.
"Oh my... so wet," Tara moaned. "Never. Before. Not like this. Fuuuuck," she groaned as her fingers slid in to the second and then third knuckle.
Tara pulled her fingers out and her juices came with her. They dripped down her tender flesh and rolled across the puckered contours of her ass.
Tara gasped at the sensation. She slid her wet fingers down and rubbed the stray drop into her flesh. She shuddered and panted, all the while staring at Nyx. She tried to bite her lip to control herself but that only made her nostrils flare as she panted through them.
"Stop!" Nyx croaked.
Tara stared at her. Her body was on fire, inside and out. She twitched and jerked, her fingers pulsing against her weeping flesh as she struggled to deny herself.
Nyx moved forward, grabbed Tara's hand, and lifted it away from herself.
Tara whimpered at the absence. Her pout turned to a gasp when Nyx lifted her hand to her face and began to nuzzle and kiss them. Then her tongue came out and licked her. Gently at first, and then with growing need. In a few moments Nyx ignored Tara's hand and sank to her knees beside her bed. She grabbed Tara's legs and tugged her to the edge before leaning in and inhaling deeply of Tara's arousal.
Tara opened her mouth to speak. Nyx chose that moment to lick from bottom to top. The tip of her tongue slid between her folds of flesh and teased at her entrance before it was dragged up and across Tara's slippery flesh and into ridges of flesh that had long since failed to hide Tara's engorged button.
A single lick was all it took to disconnect Tara's thinking, reasoning mind from her body. Nyx's lips wrapping around and gently sucking while her tongue continued to tease the eager bud made the explosions in Tara's head all too real. She lost herself on an orgasm that rivaled the big bang. The ship could have come apart around them and she wouldn't have noticed or cared.
Nyx continued to luck and suck at her lover until she realized Tara had gone silent and limp. She stopped her actions and then gently picked her head up. Tara head was tilted back on the bed at an angle that looked uncomfortable at best. Nyx grinned and placed a gentle kiss just above her exhausted lover's hood.
"I bet Domina can't make you cum like that," Nyx whispered.
Tara moaned and began to move a little. She blinked a few times and then picked her head up enough to see Nyx staring at her. "Did we... did you... did that really just happen?"
