NO WAY AROUND IT
Elayne S. Venton (c)2007
Changeling Press
m/f sci-fi erotic romance, BDSM
Elayne S. Venton (c)2007
Changeling Press
m/f sci-fi erotic romance, BDSM
An excerpt:
With her hands secured over her head in heavy cuffs and unable to see through
the blindfold, Vonna kicked out blindly at her new captor. They'd used that damn
stun gun on her again in order to transport her, so she had no idea where she'd
ended up, or who her buyer had been.
The male in the room with her chuckled. "Feisty, aren't you?"
He was behind her. She spun, swinging her leg in a roundhouse kick.
The stranger grabbed her ankle and slapped a warm shackle around it. Panicked, Vonna struggled hard. Holding tight to
the cable strung between her wrists, she whipped her free foot upward, hoping to connect with his head. Unfortunately,
he caught that leg too, although her toes smashed into hard muscle somewhere on his upper body. His grunt gave her a
modicum of satisfaction.
The muscles in her arms strained while he held both her calves hip-high. Another warm band secured her second ankle.
He let go of her legs and they dropped fast, dragged down by a heavy weight between them, a stiff bar that held her legs
apart. The balls of her feet slapped the smooth, cold floor.
"Oh!" With her arms pulled above her head and her spread legs shackled, she was unable to do more than stand on her
tiptoes and ponder her fate.
"Hmm." She felt his heat as he circled around her. "I wonder what Yale will think of you?"
Yale? God help her, she'd been sold to the sadistic killer. She swallowed the dryness in her throat.
~~
Her captor's eyes, bright with curiosity, gazed unerringly at her face. "I expected you to protest much more about being
trussed up. Perhaps you like it?"
A heated flush crept up her neck. The shackles molded to her wrists weren't nearly as uncomfortable as she expected.
With her arms pulled over her head, her breasts rose within the confines of her low-cut bra, showcasing her cleavage
quite nicely. Not that she cared if she impressed her captor. She simply enjoyed showing off her best asset. Was that
sick, or what?
The bar holding her ankles apart allowed air to waft around her limbs, cooling her overheated skin. The draft floated
through her thin panties into her cunt, teasing the inner lips. Her pussy ached to be filled with a buzzing dildo, preferably
a soft model she could grip with her hungry inner muscles.
"There's nothing I can do about it, is there?" she said, disgusted by her untimely arousal. At another time, in another
place, with the right person...
He stood directly in front of her, leering at her with a mischievous gleam in his eyes. "I wonder what will make your pulse
race?" His gaze raked over her semi-naked body. "The stinging sweep of a flogger?" A light brush of fingertips swept
across her belly, making her shiver. "Clamps on your nipples?" He raised both hands toward her breasts.
She clenched her jaw and twisted her chest away. The thought of him plucking her breasts out of her bra and pinching
her nipples made her stomach churn. It wasn't his touch she resented as much as his mocking attitude.
"You're repulsive," she spat.
He dropped his arms with a snicker. "Sensitive about those lush melons, eh? A nice tight pinch will make you come like
you've never come before. I bet you'd like it, D.S. King."
Vonna glared at him. She'd tweaked her nipples lots of times before a climax. She liked the fluid burn shooting to her
pussy. Tightening a clamp on her nipple was another story. In the privacy of her quarters, she'd tried it once. It hurt.
Who in their right mind enjoyed physical abuse?
Yet, she had several friends who loved a good spanking. She'd often wondered what it would be like to have a firm swat
on the butt. Knowing her, she'd turn around and smack the guy. Typically, she dominated her sexual encounters, riding
her partner in a fast frenzy. Wham, bam, thank you, sir. Now get out of my quarters.
Whenever she gave the male the upper hand, her partner typically demanded all the pleasure for himself. Where was the
fun in that?
"What is happening here?" a deep voice boomed.
Vonna spun in the direction of the newcomer stomping toward them. Christ, she hadn't heard him enter the room. How
could she not have? He was one big solid male. Arm muscles bulged out the sleeves of the lab coat he wore. The
form-fitting powder blue shirt beneath the coat clung to his flat belly and matching pants hugged his powerful thighs. He
wore lab booties on his big feet.
And his face...oh my. Classic male beauty. A strong jaw line bracketed wide, sensual lips. His nose flared at her perusal
and his eyes flashed, but he said nothing. He stopped a few feet away, his legs spread in a wide stance, fists balled at his
sides, and he glared at the male who'd strung her up. Dark eyelashes flicked over eyes more hazel-green than brown.
Anger simmered around him like a hot wave, yet she didn't feel threatened by him. Of course, his attention wasn't
focused on her right now.
Unlike the other males she'd seen so far, his skin color was a light tan and the markings on his face were less noticeable.
He wore his dark hair short in a spiky, casual mess, revealing ears less pointed than the other males' ears. He looked
almost human -- like an aggressive, extremely sexy male Earthling.
Now here was a male worth hanging in chains for. Would you like to examine me, doctor?
Her captor, the recipient of the newcomer's lethal stare, smiled like a boy caught playing with a starship's controls --
guilty and unrepentant. "I've brought back your latest acquisition, as you requested, Yale."
The heat flowing through her veins like lava instantly froze. She gawked at Yale, her heart in her throat. What those
males had said about him couldn't be true. A sadistic killer should be an ugly, pockmarked, gaunt beast, not a gorgeous,
come-take-me, fantasy male.
His hard gaze shifted to her face, then swooped down her body, his hazel eyes narrowing dangerously.
Although Vonna tried to remain calm, a tremor of alarm shuddered beneath her skin.
With her hands secured over her head in heavy cuffs and unable to see through
the blindfold, Vonna kicked out blindly at her new captor. They'd used that damn
stun gun on her again in order to transport her, so she had no idea where she'd
ended up, or who her buyer had been.
The male in the room with her chuckled. "Feisty, aren't you?"
He was behind her. She spun, swinging her leg in a roundhouse kick.
The stranger grabbed her ankle and slapped a warm shackle around it. Panicked, Vonna struggled hard. Holding tight to
the cable strung between her wrists, she whipped her free foot upward, hoping to connect with his head. Unfortunately,
he caught that leg too, although her toes smashed into hard muscle somewhere on his upper body. His grunt gave her a
modicum of satisfaction.
The muscles in her arms strained while he held both her calves hip-high. Another warm band secured her second ankle.
He let go of her legs and they dropped fast, dragged down by a heavy weight between them, a stiff bar that held her legs
apart. The balls of her feet slapped the smooth, cold floor.
"Oh!" With her arms pulled above her head and her spread legs shackled, she was unable to do more than stand on her
tiptoes and ponder her fate.
"Hmm." She felt his heat as he circled around her. "I wonder what Yale will think of you?"
Yale? God help her, she'd been sold to the sadistic killer. She swallowed the dryness in her throat.
~~
Her captor's eyes, bright with curiosity, gazed unerringly at her face. "I expected you to protest much more about being
trussed up. Perhaps you like it?"
A heated flush crept up her neck. The shackles molded to her wrists weren't nearly as uncomfortable as she expected.
With her arms pulled over her head, her breasts rose within the confines of her low-cut bra, showcasing her cleavage
quite nicely. Not that she cared if she impressed her captor. She simply enjoyed showing off her best asset. Was that
sick, or what?
The bar holding her ankles apart allowed air to waft around her limbs, cooling her overheated skin. The draft floated
through her thin panties into her cunt, teasing the inner lips. Her pussy ached to be filled with a buzzing dildo, preferably
a soft model she could grip with her hungry inner muscles.
"There's nothing I can do about it, is there?" she said, disgusted by her untimely arousal. At another time, in another
place, with the right person...
He stood directly in front of her, leering at her with a mischievous gleam in his eyes. "I wonder what will make your pulse
race?" His gaze raked over her semi-naked body. "The stinging sweep of a flogger?" A light brush of fingertips swept
across her belly, making her shiver. "Clamps on your nipples?" He raised both hands toward her breasts.
She clenched her jaw and twisted her chest away. The thought of him plucking her breasts out of her bra and pinching
her nipples made her stomach churn. It wasn't his touch she resented as much as his mocking attitude.
"You're repulsive," she spat.
He dropped his arms with a snicker. "Sensitive about those lush melons, eh? A nice tight pinch will make you come like
you've never come before. I bet you'd like it, D.S. King."
Vonna glared at him. She'd tweaked her nipples lots of times before a climax. She liked the fluid burn shooting to her
pussy. Tightening a clamp on her nipple was another story. In the privacy of her quarters, she'd tried it once. It hurt.
Who in their right mind enjoyed physical abuse?
Yet, she had several friends who loved a good spanking. She'd often wondered what it would be like to have a firm swat
on the butt. Knowing her, she'd turn around and smack the guy. Typically, she dominated her sexual encounters, riding
her partner in a fast frenzy. Wham, bam, thank you, sir. Now get out of my quarters.
Whenever she gave the male the upper hand, her partner typically demanded all the pleasure for himself. Where was the
fun in that?
"What is happening here?" a deep voice boomed.
Vonna spun in the direction of the newcomer stomping toward them. Christ, she hadn't heard him enter the room. How
could she not have? He was one big solid male. Arm muscles bulged out the sleeves of the lab coat he wore. The
form-fitting powder blue shirt beneath the coat clung to his flat belly and matching pants hugged his powerful thighs. He
wore lab booties on his big feet.
And his face...oh my. Classic male beauty. A strong jaw line bracketed wide, sensual lips. His nose flared at her perusal
and his eyes flashed, but he said nothing. He stopped a few feet away, his legs spread in a wide stance, fists balled at his
sides, and he glared at the male who'd strung her up. Dark eyelashes flicked over eyes more hazel-green than brown.
Anger simmered around him like a hot wave, yet she didn't feel threatened by him. Of course, his attention wasn't
focused on her right now.
Unlike the other males she'd seen so far, his skin color was a light tan and the markings on his face were less noticeable.
He wore his dark hair short in a spiky, casual mess, revealing ears less pointed than the other males' ears. He looked
almost human -- like an aggressive, extremely sexy male Earthling.
Now here was a male worth hanging in chains for. Would you like to examine me, doctor?
Her captor, the recipient of the newcomer's lethal stare, smiled like a boy caught playing with a starship's controls --
guilty and unrepentant. "I've brought back your latest acquisition, as you requested, Yale."
The heat flowing through her veins like lava instantly froze. She gawked at Yale, her heart in her throat. What those
males had said about him couldn't be true. A sadistic killer should be an ugly, pockmarked, gaunt beast, not a gorgeous,
come-take-me, fantasy male.
His hard gaze shifted to her face, then swooped down her body, his hazel eyes narrowing dangerously.
Although Vonna tried to remain calm, a tremor of alarm shuddered beneath her skin.
