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  Vaaden Captives: Susan

  Jessica Coulter Smith

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  Book three in the Vaaden Captives series, the final chapter.

  Susan finds herself drawn to both Randar and Sylon, but only one can claim her.

  Susan St. James has lived a hard life. The men she’s known have proven themselves to be faithless liars, manipulators, and even abusive at times. When she’s taken captive and transported to Vaaden, a planet in another galaxy, she figures not much has changed for her. Sylon, a male Vaaden warrior, comes to the holding cell to claim one of the slaves for his own. He chooses Susan, liking her willingness to please him.

  It doesn’t take long for Sylon to realize his captive is passionate and full of vivaciousness. However, Sylon has a temper, and after he accidentally injures Susan, he realizes that she means more to him than she should.

  Chapter One

  I’d been held captive in the dank holding cell on Vaaden for far longer than I liked, so I was pleased to see the Vaaden warriors. My cellmates quaked in terror next to me and I fought the urge to roll my eyes. It was doubtful either of them would make it on this harsh planet. Thanks to the translation machine on the wall, I’d heard enough talk to realize we would be sold either as sex slaves or prostitutes. Honestly, considering some of the guys I had dated, being a man’s sex slave didn’t bother me, especially if there was a chance I would be taken care of.

  The first man stepped into the cell, a good six inches taller than my five-foot-six frame. He wasn’t as tall as the other two. His eyes were the color of a sunset and seemed to burn into me. Neatly brushed chocolate hair framed his face, and his features were pleasing; his full mouth was kissable. His skin was a dark bronze and I wondered if he worked outside.

  He quickly dismissed Sorcha and Enid and came to stand before me. Reaching out, he fondled my breasts with his large, warm hands, and I felt my nipples pucker in response. He seemed to be satisfied and shoved me to my knees. I knew what he wanted before he asked and I shivered in anticipation. He unfastened his pants and his large, thick cock sprang free, just begging for attention.

  “Suck me,” he commanded.

  I licked my lips and leaned forward, taking him into my mouth. I sucked and licked him, enjoying myself immensely. When he was close to finding his release, he grabbed a handful of my hair and shoved himself further into my mouth. I felt his warm cum shoot down my throat.

  “Swallow it all,” he said roughly.

  I was only too happy to comply. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Sorcha watching with a mixture of horror and fascination. If my mouth hadn’t been full, I

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  would have grinned. I wondered what she would think if she knew I’d practically had to whore myself out to keep a roof over my head and food on the table. A line of drug dealer and alcoholic boyfriends had littered my past. Apartments infested with roaches and rats were the norm for me. I’d definitely been in worse situations.

  When the Vaaden was finished, he fastened his pants and hauled me to my feet.

  Facing the guard, he said, “This one is mine.” The guard looked at me. “Is that what you want? Or would you prefer a life serving many?”

  “I’ll go with him.” I felt like saying duh! What woman would prefer to be fucked by hundreds instead of belonging to just one guy?

  The guard nodded and motioned for us to leave the cell. The ground under my feet was rough and cold, but I didn’t care since I was free from that wretched cell.

  Outside, the double suns shone brightly, nearly blinding me. I winced and covered my face as best I could. Sensing my distress, my savior lifted me into his arms and carried me the rest of the way to my new living quarters.

  When we reached my new living space, he set me down on my feet once more.

  The door opened with a whoosh and he ushered me inside, and then flipped a switch inside the door I had learned activated the translator.

  The apartment-like space was on the plain side, but seemed functional. Honestly, it was better than some of the places I’d called home. If I didn’t have to share my bed with rats or bugs, it was a step in the right direction.

  “This is your new home.”

  The snarky side of me wanted to say something bitchy, but I refrained -- barely.

  “My home? Not your home?”

  He shook his head. “My home is with my wife.” Well, hell. It figured I would have to share him. That didn’t sit well with me, but there wasn’t anything I could do about it. I’d hoped to have him all to myself. He was a nice-looking guy and I’d wanted things to be different. My previous boyfriends had all cheated on me. Of course, on a planet where I was just a slave it had been silly of me to think that perhaps my owner might belong to me and only me.

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  “So, if you live with your wife, how often will I see you?” I asked as I looked around.

  He leaned against a wall and watched me. “Often enough.” My fingers trailed over the back of a chair and I moved toward a door in the adjacent wall. “What’s in there?”

  “Your bedroom and bathing chamber.”

  “May I see it?”

  He grinned and nodded. He showed me how to work the door, and the silver panel slid into the wall, revealing a pale blue bedroom with a large round bed in the middle. Two doors were on the opposite wall. I assumed one was the bathroom and the other was the closet.

  “Would you like to take a shower?”

  His breath brushed against my ear and I realized he was standing directly behind me. With a flirtatious look over my shoulder, I nodded.

  He smiled and opened the bathroom door. Next, he showed me how to work the shower and the soap dispenser.

  “The water always comes out warm,” he said as he reached for me. Pulling my disgusting dress over my head, he threw it across the room, leaving me naked before him. He gazed at my body, his eyes lighting in appreciation of my generous curves.

  I took a step back, entering the shower, my eyes never leaving his. The water sluiced over me,
drenching me from head to toe, and I reached for the soap. I took my time washing and rinsing my hair, the long locks matted from neglect.

  His gaze watched my every move. Reaching for the soap, I rubbed a generous amount onto my breasts, making my nipples stand erect. As I moved my hands down my stomach, I watched heat flare in his eyes. Reaching between my legs, I parted the lips of my pussy so he could watch as I soaped myself. My clit, swollen with need, begged to be touched. I groaned when my fingers brushed against it.

  My owner’s breathing had become hard. He was literally panting in anticipation.

  “Pleasure yourself,” he demanded.

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  I smiled as the fingers of one hand worked my clit while I fondled my breast with the other. I threw my head back in gratification as my hips thrust against my fingers. It was only a matter of moments before I was riding a tidal wave of pleasure, having been sex-starved for weeks. Lightheaded, I sank to my knees in the shower, letting the jets rinse my body.

  I cracked open my eyes and saw that he had wrapped his fist around his cock but hadn’t finished yet. Placing my hand over his. He gave me a heated glare and I knew he was going to reprimand me. “It isn’t your place to stop me,” he growled.

  I gave him a seductive smile. “I wouldn’t dream of stopping you, but… since I’m still wet, I thought you might like to be inside me.” His eyes flared and he picked me up off the floor. Slamming his hand against the flat circle on the wall, he shut the shower off and set me down on my feet in front of the counter, a mirror directly in front of us. “Put your hands on the counter, and spread your legs for me.”

  I did as he bade me, feeling anticipation of what was to come. As his cock filled me, I closed my eyes and moaned, giving myself up to sensation.

  “Open your eyes and watch as my cock fills you, as I fuck you. And I want to see you watching us.”

  I gasped at the image his words created and opened my eyes. I stared in fascination as his hands cupped my breasts, his thumbs teasing my nipples, as he thrust in and out of me, harder and faster each time. As he thrust into me one last time, spilling himself inside of me, I allowed myself to let go, my release crashing through me, leaving me shaken.

  He chuckled and kissed my shoulder. “I think we’re going to do well together.” Sliding from my body, he picked me up and carried me to the bed, where he gently laid me on top of the covers.

  “What’s your name, slave?”

  “Susan. Susan St. James.”

  “I’m Sylon.”

  I gave him a sleepy smile and my eyes started to drift closed.

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  His breath tickled my ear as he whispered, “Not yet, my sweet slave. I have much more planned for you before the night is finished.” He stretched out behind me, and pulled my back firmly against his chest. Parting my legs, he thrust into me again, taking me fast and hard. I realized he was going to finish before me and reached between my legs to pleasure myself, but he grabbed my hand and placed it on my thigh.

  “You only get to have pleasure if I give it to you, or give you permission to please yourself.”

  I nodded my understanding and enjoyed the feel of him sliding in and out of my body. I was so close to an orgasm when he finished that I wanted to cry. It didn’t seem fair and I was frustrated, but as a slave I knew I couldn’t very well demand satisfaction.

  For that matter, I doubted any woman would be allowed to demand anything of him.

  Wrapping a leg around mine, he kept my legs open and stayed buried inside of me. It didn’t take long before I felt him grow hard again. I was amazed at how quickly he could be ready. Earth men didn’t have anything on these Vaaden warriors, I thought with a smile.

  Without warning, he flipped me onto my stomach, spreading my legs as far as they would go. He slowly withdrew from my body, only to plunge his cock back into my pussy. A look over my shoulder showed that he was watching as his cock entered me again and again, and it turned me on. He threw his head back and groaned, thrusting into me one last time, hard and fast.

  While he’d made me feel great, I still hadn’t had an orgasm and it was making me cranky. I wasn’t used to men taking pleasure and not letting me have my own.

  “Sylon, please,” I heard myself beg. I wanted to cringe at the sound of my voice. I never begged.

  He rolled me to my back, his gaze raking me from head to toe. “Please what?”

  “I want to come.”

  He grinned, a wicked glint in his eye.

  “And just how badly do you want it?”

  “Very badly,” I answered breathlessly.

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  “Bad enough to try something different?”

  I was intrigued and wondered what he had in mind so I nodded. At this point, I’d do anything to ease the ache growing between my legs.

  He slowly turned me over to my stomach again, pulling me up onto my hands and knees. He kissed the center of my back as his hands parted the cheeks of my ass, and suddenly I knew what he had in mind. This was a first for me, but I’d always wondered what it would feel like.

  After he used the juices from my pussy, his cock slowly eased into me, making me bite my lip and groan. There were no words to describe how I felt. It was a delicious combination of pleasure and a little pain, sending a shiver of delight down my spine.

  With his cock buried in my ass, I rocked back against him, enjoying the fullness. I’d been fucked lots of ways before, but trying something new with Sylon was exciting. I’d wanted him from the moment I’d seen him, and I wanted to please him. Most of all, I wanted to experience pleasure with him. I couldn’t explain why. I had no idea what made him different from any other guy in my life, but he was. He wasn’t as abusive as most of the guys I had dated before, so obviously my taste was improving. He wasn’t Prince Charming, but he wasn’t Genghis Khan either. At least, not that I’d seen thus far.

  Something told me that he was not only my present, but also my future, and not just because I was his slave. Call it a gut feeling or a premonition, but I wanted to be part of his life. It was inexplicable even to me, but there it was. I had a feeling he was going to be more caring than any man I’d been with before, at least that’s what my woman’s intuition was telling me. I only hoped it was right.

  He withdrew and drove back into me, hard and fast, making me gasp. “Do you like that?”

  “Oh God yes!”

  He chuckled and began fucking me hard and fast, each stroke more forceful than the previous, until I wasn’t sure I could stay on my hands and knees. Just before I fell to the bed, he came inside of me and we collapsed as my orgasm spiraled through me, leaving me weak but happy.

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  He kissed my shoulder and pulled me tight against his chest. “Did you like that?” he asked softly.

  “Very much,” I answered with a sleepy smile.

  His large hands stroked my body, both stirring my desire and lulling me to sleep at the same time. I wanted him again, but I hadn’t slept well since being brought to Vaaden and my body was worn out. Not to mention I hadn’t had a decent meal in forever.

  Hunger and exhaustion won out and I fell asleep wrapped in Sylon’s arms.

  Chapter Two

  When I woke, I discovered Sylon had left. It disappointed me he’d left without so much as a goodbye, but I knew he didn’t owe me anything. It just proved that my stupid heart never gave up. No matter how many times men had trampled it, the stupid thing kept looking for love -- and as per usual, it was looking in the wrong place. I should have known since he was married. Only I could try and fall in love with a guy after just one night.

  I stretched and winced. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d woken up sore from having sex. Then again, I couldn’t remember ever being with someone like Sylon before. The man was insatiable, and absolutely incredible.

  Maybe that’s why he’d left. I’d fallen asleep and he probably hadn’t been done with me yet. He’d allowed me to slee
p, but perhaps he’d tried to wake me. With a frown, I wondered if I’d disappointed him or upset him. Would he get rid of me? I didn’t want to lose the greatest lover I’d ever had, but I wouldn’t blame him either.

  Getting out of bed, I decided to take a shower and find something to eat. Maybe after I had on something clean and had a full stomach, things wouldn’t look so bleak.

  And just maybe, Sylon would be back by then.

  When I looked in the closet, I saw two more dresses styled like the disgusting one I’d taken off the previous night. I shouldn’t have expected anything even remotely attractive. Instead, I selected a tunic style shirt that I assumed belonged to Sylon.

  Holding it up to my nose, I smiled, realizing it smelled like him. If I couldn’t have him here with me, this would be the next best thing.

  * * *

  After a shower and slipping Sylon’s shirt over my head, I walked into the kitchen and began digging through cupboards and something that resembled a pantry. Just one

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  problem, they were all empty. With no food, no TV, or anything else to do, I went back to the bedroom and curled up on the bed. Maybe sleep would keep me from realizing how hungry I was, or at least I hoped it would. My stomach had been growling since I’d woken up. It had been two days since I’d last eaten, and after expending so much energy the night before, I wasn’t sure how long I would make it without food.

  Sylon, please hurry back. That was the last thought I had before falling into a dreamless sleep. I didn’t wake up again for over a day.

  * * *

  I felt hands shaking me, but I couldn’t make my eyes work. I wanted to open them, but no matter how hard I tried, nothing happened.

  “Susan, wake up! I did not give you permission to wear my clothes.” Sylon was back! I was elated, but at the same time, still floating on the little cloud I’d been on since falling asleep the day before. I’d never slept so much at one time before in my life.