Page 25 of Warped
CHAPTER 24: BINX
“M y what? ”
“Your punishment,” Traven replies coolly. His bulging muscles seem to almost glow in the pale light coming down from the wall imager screen. And then there’s the other bulge, the one stretching the crotch of his sweatpants, which is instilling my body with tingles of desire, even as his words instill me with terror. “You’ve been a bad girl, Binx. A very bad girl indeed.”
My fear and arousal mingle inside me, like two chemicals mixing in a lab flask. The resulting reaction is an explosion of hot defiance that comes bursting from my mouth before I have a chance to contain it.
“This is bullshit!” I shout. “I just spilled my guts to you about everything!”
“Only after I found your datastick.”
I open my mouth to remind Traven that he had no right to go rummaging through my things like he did. Then I catch myself. If he hadn’t found my datastick and basically forced me to reveal my secret, I most likely never would have shared it with them—and then I wouldn’t have found out about their personal connection in the Caldera Planetary Defense Force.
I’d like to say the ends don’t justify the means, but in this case I’m pretty happy about the ends.
The thing I’m not happy about is this whole punishment business.
“Exactly what do you intend to do to me?” I ask. “Are you gonna torture me like you did yesterday in the kitchen?”
Traven tosses his head back and laughs.
“Torture?” he says. “Please, woman. That was nothing. All I did was deny your release for a few short minutes.”
“In the Warp, that’s pretty much the same thing as torture.”
I’m tempted to add that he and Rek are basically torturing me right now by not throwing me down on the bed and rutting me into oblivion. The need inside me is almost burning out of control at this point.
Judging from the way the fronts of both Rek’s and Traven’s sweatpants are lifting, I’d say they’re in the same boat.
That gives me an idea.
I shed the robe I’m wearing and I crawl to the center of the mattress, making sure to give Traven a clear view of the bejeweled anal plug still embedded between my cheeks. Then I roll over onto my back and spread my legs for him, using my fingers to splay my labia open so he can see all of my pink parts.
“I know how you can punish me, Daddy,” I say in my best pornstar voice. “Why don’t you pound my little pussy into submission with that big… hard… cock?”
Traven freezes. His eyes go wide. Inside his sweatpants, his cock is jumping like an animal trying to escape from a bag.
Meanwhile, Rek is still sitting on the edge of the bed, watching me with equal intensity.
The feeling of having two men watching me—two big, highly aroused men—sends a fresh bolt of excitement zapping through my body. My pussy starts to leak even more than before. I can feel it seeping out and running down my plugged bottom to stain the sheets beneath me.
With a growl, Traven shoves his sweatpants down, and his hard cock springs free, drooling a thin string of precum from the tip. The veins on his long, thick shaft look extra plump. I can literally see them swelling and contracting with his pulse. Traven grips the base of his erection and brandishes like a weapon.
“Is this what you want?” he growls.
“Yes, Daddy,” I answer, and the pornstar voice isn’t an act anymore. “I want you to punish my pussy with your cock.”
Traven steps out of his fallen sweatpants and climbs onto the bed with me. He stalks toward me on all fours, his muscles bunching and flexing as he moves, his eyes dark and burning like the eyes of a jungle cat. As he moves over me, he drops his hips, and I lift mine like an offering, expecting him to enter me with one deep stroke.
Instead, his hard shaft merely grazes my exposed vulva, and his tip brushes against my hypersensitive clit, eliciting a sharp cry from my trembling lips. He silences me with a hungry kiss. Then he pulls back and grins, with his hardened member still pressing against my center.
“Bad girls don’t get to choose how they’re punished,” he says.
He flexes the muscles of his abdomen, causing his hard cock to momentarily lift from between my legs. Then he relaxes again, and his heavy dick comes crashing down on me again. The head lands directly on my clitoris like a hammer striking a nail, but the sensation is experienced throughout my entire body, from the circle of my gasping lips all the way down to the tips of my curling toes. It is a mingled sensation of pleasure and pain, not exactly an orgasm, but almost as intense. It leaves me dazed and panting—and wanting more.
By the time I come to my senses again, Traven has already hopped off the bed. The last I see of him is his perfect bubble butt disappearing through a door at the side of the room.
The door to the toy closet.
A sudden spark of anxiety spirals through me, and I bolt upright on the bed. What is Traven going in there for? He said he’s going to punish me. I can only assume he’s going to retrieve some instrument of torture.
I suddenly find myself wishing I had taken some time to snoop around inside that toy closet, so that I might have some idea of the punishment that awaits me. I suppose I’ll find out soon enough.
Unless…
I scramble across the bed to the more even-tempered member of the crew, who is still sitting on the edge of the mattress, watching.
“Rek!” I gasp. “You’re not really going to let Traven punish me, are you?”
His response is not what I had hoped for. He just brushes my hair back and treats me to his trademark cocky smirk.
“Depends,” he says. “We’ll have to wait and see what kind of punishment he has planned.”
“But Rek! ” I whine. “You promised you wouldn’t let anybody hurt me!”
“I promised I wouldn’t let anyone harm ,” he says. “That’s different.”
I can’t believe what I’m hearing. I start to tremble with a combination of anxiety and frustration. What the hell gives these guys the right to punish me in any fashion? The fact that I’m their Warp companion, I suppose. I probably should have read the fine print on the WarpSeekers website, but I didn’t exactly have time for that. The welfare of an entire planet was at stake. I would have thought Rek, of all people, would be willing to make some allowances for that.
“Look,” I say, trying my best to tug at Rek’s heart strings. “I know I probably put you guys and your ship at risk with my actions, but it was for a good cause. I’m trying to save billions of people. God, if anything, I should be getting a reward, not a punishment!”
Rek just smirks a little more.
“I agree,” he says. “The way Traven dishes out punishment, I think we’ll be able to kill two birds with one stone.”
What the hell is that supposed to mean? They’re going to punish and reward me at the same time? That doesn’t even make sense.
I can see I’m not going to have any luck persuading Rek to take my side in this matter. The only other option that leaves me is to make a run for it, but that would just be absurd. I’m trapped on this ship with the two warpers. There’s nowhere for me to go.
I drop my head, defeated.
Then Rek places a finger beneath my chin and tilts my head back up. When I look at his face again, his smirk is gone, and his dark eyes seem to pierce right into me.
“Hey,” he says softly. “Listen. If you think this is about my safety, or Traven’s safety, or the safety of our damn ship, you’re wrong.”
“Then what’s it about?” I ask.
“It’s about putting you in your place.”
Heat floods my face, and my eyes go wide.
“Excuse me?” I snap. “And what place would that be, exactly?”
Rek seems unfazed by my angry tone.
“Well,” he says. “Right now, you are without a doubt the most valuable thing on this ship. Hell, as far as I’m concerned, you’re the most valuable thing in the whole damn galaxy, and I’m pretty sure Traven feels the same way too. That means me and Traven have an obligation to protect you, Binx, but we can only fulfill that duty if you’ll let us. You can’t be keeping secrets from us, and you have to obey our every command, both in bed and out.”
“That doesn’t make any sense,” I tell him. “You’re going to punish me because I’m valuable?”
Rek just shrugs.
“Some things don’t make a lot of sense when you try to put ’em into words,” he says. “You just gotta experience ’em to understand. Like this…”
He takes my face in his hands and kisses me, slow and deep.
I have to admit, Rek does have a point. There are feelings expressed in that kiss that words could never do justice, and I return all of them by kissing him back with all my might. By the time our lips finally separate, I’m feeling much better, totally at ease, safe and protected.
But the feeling is short-lived.
Rek glances over my shoulder and nods.
“Looks like Traven’s ready,” he says.
I turn to look, and as soon as I see the big warper standing naked in the doorway to the toy closet, a startled cry breaks from my lips. I don’t know what’s more frightening, the object Traven is holding in his hands…
…or the sudden rush of arousal when I see it.