Page 5 of Warped

CHAPTER 5: BINX

W hen the door to the bathroom finally opens, I’m sitting on the edge of the bed, waiting. The two warpers step into the bedroom, followed by a billow of steam left over from Traven’s hot shower. I have to admit, it makes for a dramatic entrance.

Rek is still dressed in his tight jeans and T-shirt, and the sight of him sends an unexpected surge of desire rushing through my body. As for Traven, the big mean Warp pilot is no longer naked, though he might as well be. A white terrycloth towel covers his lower body, but the front of it is jutting out a good ten inches or more from his massive erection. It’s so big it almost looks fake. If I hadn’t already seen him naked, I would think it’s some kind of dirty joke.

But it’s not a joke.

It’s all too real .

Traven barely even glances at me. He just heads for the door at the other side of the room. The one Rek pointed out earlier as the closet. As for Rek himself, he stands in front of me and flashes a sexy smile that sets my nerves at ease, but only briefly. As soon as I see what he’s wearing on his hands, my anxiety returns in spades.

Gloves.

Black. Latex. Gloves.

“Sorry to make you wait like that,” Rek says calmly. “’Preciate you holding tight for us while me and Traven had our little pow-wow.”

He glances toward the closet, where the other warper can now be heard grumbling to himself.

“Don’t worry,” Rek goes on, his voice lower. “You’re gonna be coming with us, Binx. Traven just wants to make sure that you’re up to the task. I already know you are, but Traven, well… he’s a bit of a control freak. The kind of guy who likes to double check everything. So we’re gonna give you the Test.”

“The Test?”

Then I remember. When I set up my profile on the WarpSeekers website, I signed an online waiver agreeing to a pre-flight check up. It grants the warpers the right to examine a prospective companion’s body to make sure she’s capable of meeting their needs. Apparently things get pretty hot and heavy after a ship goes through the Warpgate. If a companion isn’t fully compatible with her warpers, it could be… problematic.

A deep voice rumbles behind me, making me jump.

“That’s right. The Test .”

Traven has emerged from the closet, and he’s exchanged his towel for a pair of black leather pants that fit so tight I can see all his muscles flexing underneath.

I can see his cock too, long and hard and angled down one side of his pants, like a badly concealed weapon.

He’s wearing gloves too.

Traven walks over next to Rek, crosses his massive arms in front of his bare chest, and scowls down at me.

“Well,” he says. “What are you waiting for, woman? Strip.”

Rek looks at his partner with a sigh of exasperation.

“Bro, just because this is a business arrangement, doesn’t mean you have to be a dick about it.” He turns his attention back to me and softens his gaze. “Binx, before we do anything else, we should probably discuss the birth control situation.”

I try not to let myself blush. It’s not the question I’m embarrassed by. It’s the implication of it. These two men aren’t just going to have sex with me. They’re going to come inside me too. I don’t even know them, we’re practically strangers, but I’m going to let them fill me with their seed over and over again.

“I’m on the patch,” I tell them.

It’s one of the first true things I’ve said to these men, but even this is tinged with a lie of omission. They probably think I’m on birth control because I’m a Warp companion, but that isn’t exactly the case.

I started wearing the patch because of my boyfriend.

My ex -boyfriend now.

God, what would Stanley think if he could see me now, sitting on the bed where I’m soon to be shared by two Warp-touched men? I can practically hear all the horrible things he would say to me. He would call me a slut, a whore, a fallen woman.

Maybe he would be right.

But I don’t care what that jerk thinks anymore. He didn’t just betray me . As far as I’m concerned, he betrayed the whole damn human race. The fact that I actually slept with a creep like that makes me sick to my stomach.

It just goes to show, you can never really trust anybody.

Apparently, that’s a lesson Traven has already taken to heart because he doesn’t seem willing to take my word about the patch.

“Show us,” he growls.

There’s no good way to do that without showing them everything else I’ve got on, so I take a deep breath to steady my nerves. Then I stand up from the bed and open my trench coat.

The two men rumble approvingly when they see what I’ve got on underneath.

Or perhaps I should say, what I’m don’t have on.

All I’m wearing under my coat is a lacy black bra and a matching pair of thong panties. It was the best I could come up with on such short notice. After the crap hit the fan yesterday, I couldn’t go back to my apartment for fear that someone would be waiting for me. I also knew that the boring work clothes I had on would not be appropriate for a Warp companion. So I bought this lacy black number at a shop not far from the club where I met Rek. Same place I bought my suitcase and trench coat, actually.

I was worried the outfit might be overkill, but Rek and Traven don’t seem to have any complaints. Their eyes are locked on my body like a pair of wolves staring down their prey. I don’t think either one of them has even noticed the birth control patch on my shoulder, which is the whole reason I took my coat off in the first place.

“Keep going,” Traven growls.

This time, Rek doesn’t say anything to calm his feral friend. As a matter of fact, I don’t think he even heard him. His attention is completely focused on me.

I lay the trench coat on the bed behind me. Then I start to remove my underwear. My trembling fingers struggle with the hooks of my bra, but after a moment I manage to get it unfastened, and I let the cups fall away from my chest. My instinct is to cover myself, but I know I mustn’t do that, so I keep my hands down by my sides, and I let the men get an eyeful of my bare breasts and erect nipples. My heart is pumping hard and fast inside me.

Traven grabs his crotch and starts to massage his hard shaft through the leathery material of his pants.

“Keep going.”

I set my bra on the bed next to my trench coat. Then I lean over and start to take down my panties. The fabric clings to the wetness between my legs, and I gasp softly when it finally peels away. I slide the skimpy underwear down my legs and step out of it. Then I stand up straight and let the men see all of me.

“Turn around.”

I turn in place slowly, giving the men a good look at my naked bottom. I’m trying my best to play it cool, but my throat is so tight I can barely breathe, and the blood is rushing in my ears like a waterfall.

I complete my turn, and Traven is right in front of me, even closer than he was a moment before. I yelp and try to take a step back, but the edge of the bed stops me, and I start to fall over.

Traven catches me with his big, gloved hands.

“Careful,” he purrs.

Before I even realize what he’s doing, he puts his other hand on my breast and squeezes it with his latex-clad fingers. The sound that comes out of my mouth is like the bastard child of a whimper and moan.

“Nice firm tits,” he says.

He turns me around and fondles my backside.

“Nice thick ass too. I like that. More cushion for the pushin’ as they say. But there’s something I’m worried about…”

He turns me again and slides his hand between my legs. His fingertip glides between my wet folds until it finds my entrance. Then it pushes inside. I cry out in shock and shame.

And pleasure.

Traven’s finger is big. So big, it doesn’t even feel like a finger. The latex of his glove is smooth and warm from his body heat, and the walls of my pussy squeeze and flutter around him.

“Fuck,” he says. “She’s really tight.”

With his finger still inside me, Traven guides me down onto the bed, first sitting on the edge of the mattress, then lying flat on my back. The wall imagers are still set to camera mode, and when I look up at them, I see the image of a naked woman sprawled out on the bed.

The woman is me.

“Zoom in,” Traven says.

The camera zooms in until all three screens are filled with a close-up image of my wet pussy, and the warper’s gloved finger penetrating halfway into me. I watch, wide-eyed, as that finger proceeds to thrust all the way in.

I feel it too.

Oh God, do I feel it.

Traven works his finger in and out with slow, steady strokes. His fingertip brushes against my G-spot, sending sparks of pleasure spiraling deep into my core. I clutch at the sheets and arch my back in response.

Rek says, “Damn, she’s super sensitive too.”

He’s standing over me, studying my face with an almost laserlike focus. The fact that he’s watching only adds to the dirty pleasure I’m experiencing right now.

“Yeah, she’s sensitive,” Traven says. “But that doesn’t matter if she can’t handle our cocks.”

He slides his finger out of me, and I whine at the sudden deprival. A tear rolls down the side of my face. Rek sits down on the bed next to me and brushes it away.

“She can handle us,” he says. “Can’t you, sweetheart.”

I bite my lip and nod. I’m afraid if I tried to speak right now, my voice would break.

“Yes,” Rek says. “I know you can do it. But we just need to make sure, okay?”

I nod again.

“Good girl.”

Rek stands up and walks across the bedroom to a door in the wall. Not the door to the bathroom or the closet, but the third one. It suddenly occurs to me that Rek never told me what was behind that door.

As it opens, I’m able to catch a glimpse of the room beyond. The walls are lined with metal racks, almost like the walls of a workshop or an armory—only these racks don’t hold tools or weapons.

I can see a pair of padded handcuffs. A collar and leash. A riding crop.

Rek disappears into the room. When he emerges a moment later, he’s carrying two items in his gloved hands. The first item is a large, clear bottle of viscous fluid. Lube. That, in and of itself, should be enough to make me nervous. But it’s the thing in Rek’s other hand that really makes my heart start to pound.

It is incredibly long and thick, and it appears to be fashioned out of pale blue silicone, almost the same color as a warper’s skin.

As for the shape, I recognize it immediately. I saw it a few minutes ago, in the bathroom.

It’s Traven’s cock.