Enjoy the burn!

Motto of the Sexual Predator Corps

“Hello, sexy lady.”

The small hairs on the back of Bennea’s neck prickled. She turned and stared into the sapphire blue eyes of the man behind her. Instantly, sexual heat ignited in her core and sizzled through her nerves, jerking her into a state of heightened awareness. Her gaze wandered from his dazzling eyes to his full lips and chiseled chin, then downward to his broad shoulders, slim hips and long legs.  The smell of his spicy cologne sent her senses spinning. Pure lust radiated off him in waves. He made her want sex so bad she could taste it.

Getting a grip on her libido, she arched one eyebrow. “Hello. Do I know you?”

He flashed a perfect smile at her, complete with two charming dimples. “No, but I hope to remedy that mistake. My name is Decar Stilson. I’m a business friend of Chatmore’s. Would you care to dance?”

She swept a glance around the magnificent ballroom. Everywhere she looked handsome, wealthy men flirted with gorgeous women.  When a mega-billionaire like Ralson Chatmore threw a party, all the beautiful people on Epsilon Five showed up.

Her gaze returned to the man in front of her and dropped to his crotch. A suspicious bulge stretched the front of his tailored pants. Obviously, he was ready and willing to do more than dance. Her job was to seduce one particular man, though – or rather a vile sexual predator masquerading as a man.  Was this intriguing hunk her target for the night?

She let her hips sway slightly to the sensual beat of the music pulsing through the room. When Chatmore had hired her for the evening to protect his party guests, he’d sent her a designer gown to wear so she’d fit in with the other fabulously dressed women who thronged the ballroom. The silky fabric dipped low over her breasts and hugged her waist, then fell to the floor in a straight sheath that was slit up one side nearly to her hip. She shifted her stance to expose a creamy thigh and smiled up at the male towering over her.  “Thank you, Decar. I’d be delighted to dance.”

Decar’s smile amped up several megawatts. Sweeping her into his embrace, he whirled onto the dance floor. His strong arms pressed her close to his hard body.  Just as they began to dance, the music changed to a slow, erotic rhythm.  Bennea melted against her dance partner, then tilted her hips forward and ground her pelvis into the growing protuberance between his legs.

He bent his lips to her ear. His hot breath washed over her neck and shoulder, teasing the fine hairs of her skin and sending shivers racing down her spine.  “Keep doing that, sweet lady, and this will be a very short dance.”

Batting her eyelashes up at him, Bennea opened her psychic senses. Chatmore’s spies had picked up a rumor earlier in the week that one of his enemies had hired a sexual predator to infiltrate his party. The predator would seduce some wealthy woman, sucking her mind empty while he ravished her body, and Chatmore’s reputation would be ruined.

Fortunately, Chatmore had immediately called in the Corps. Too many of the wealthy tried to cope with the threat of a sexual predator on their own, relying on their bodyguards. But a predator was too dangerous for anyone but a trained professional psychic.

Bennea had spent the past two hours strolling through the intoxicated crowd, drinking very expensive wines and dining on exquisite hors d’oeuvres prepared by the world’s best chef, all the while scanning the guests and sending out a subtle psychic vibration of intense sexuality.

Now her net had reeled in the prey.   She could feel the aroused twitching of her partner’s cock as he pressed against her, but more importantly, she could sense the tendrils of his desire reaching into her mind, implanting the compulsion to obey his will.

This was the dangerous part—letting him think he had seized control.  During her training, she’d created a false persona that she kept to the front of her mind. Let the predator think he had seized on her will – the persona was made of smoke and mirrors and would vanish the moment she was ready to take this scum down. In the meantime, she opened a cautious link between her mind and the false mind so she could hear the predator’s commands.

Decar’s hands caressed her back, sweeping over her bareskin. The expensive gown was cut almost to her buttocks.  He grabbed her ass cheeks with his big hands and pressed her mons against his hardening erection. “What do you say to a walk in the garden?” he whispered in her ear.

A compulsion flowed from his mind to her s and gripped tight around her false persona. Without a word, she nodded and turned. He wrapped a possessive arm around her waist and led her through double doors out onto the terrace and down marble steps to a garden path.

The lights and noise of the party faded in the distance. They followed the path through the rose garden and descended more steps cut into the rock that led to the beach below the house. When they reached the sand, her partner drew her into the shadow of the cliff. Bennea repressed a grim smile. The predator had planned his attack well. They were unlikely to be interrupted this far from the house, and the noise of the surf booming on the rocks would drown any cry for help, even if his victim managed to break free of his compulsion.

Decar turned to her with glittering eyes and gathered her up in his arms. Bending his head, he pressed his warm lips against hers. She tasted the faint tang of wine on his tongue as it swept through her mouth with hungry abandon.  She groaned encouragement when his hands squeezed her full breasts. She couldn’t strike back, even in defense, until he had committed a Class A sexual felony. She had to let him penetrate her body and start to drain her mind.

She shivered against his hard chest, hoping he’d think her shudders signaled arousal. This was the worst part of her job, letting the predator make love to her, pretending to respond. Lately, the pretense was edging too close to reality. It didn’t help that her sexual encounters with the predators were her only sexual outlet. She needed a real relationship. But what man wanted a woman who went to work each night to spread her legs for psychic rapists. Most of the women in the Sexual Predator Corps lived lonely lives.

Decar’s tongue raked over her ear, reminding her that careless thoughts were dangerous in this situation. She had to concentrate on maintaining her mental shields while he seduced her.  He pushed down her gown, exposing her breasts, and sucked a hardening nipple into his mouth.

Bennea gasped and arched her back. Sexual predators came in all flavors. Some took their victims with the vicious violence of a savage rape. They were easy to kill. Others, the truly dangerous ones, enjoyed the seduction almost as much as the victim’s death throes at the end. They pushed their prey to the pinnacle of pleasure, stealing their lives at the very moment they began to convulse in orgasm. She could already tell that Decar fell into the second category. His mouth teased her stiff nipples with expert skill, his tongue playing with the taut, sensitive flesh, his teeth gently nipping.

Moisture slicked her pussy just as he pushed up her skirt and shoved his hand between her thighs. He sank one finger deep into her and she squeezed her inner muscles around it in wanton invitation.

“Aren’t you the impatient one?” His smile flashed, tight with sexual tension. His blue eyes glittered, bright as the stars that spangled the heavens above. Moonlight played over his aristocratic features. God, he possessed a shocking beauty. For a disconcerting moment Bennea wanted the moment to be real, wanted Decar to be a man drawn to her by both love and lust.

He sank another finger into her. Gasping, she shook her head against the rising tide of need. No! That was the greatest danger she faced –being seduced by the very desire she battled.

His head came up at her gasp, his eyes narrowing. “Am I hurting you, baby?” His thoughts pressed against hers, surging with passion cruelly laced with hunger.

She could taste the evil desires he was pouring into her persona, the obscene things he wanted to do to her body before he stole her life. She fluttered her lashes, pretending to yield to his mental commands. “No, but I want something bigger inside me.”

Decar laughed in full-throated triumph. “Your wish is my command.”He fell to the sand, pulling her down with him, and pushed her into a prone position, then got on top of her. He shoved down his pants and she spread her legs, the silken skirt sliding up around her hips. She wrapped her legs around him and he pushed his hard cock deep inside her.

“Oh, god.”  Bennea lifted her hips, helping him impale her. His thick length filled the aching emptiness of her body, if only for a moment.  He stroked his cock in and out with deep, forceful thrusts.  She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him while her body rocked in rhythm with his. Each demanding stroke sent electric pulses of pleasure sparking down her nerve endings. The fire he’d kindled in her core was now a full-fledged blaze of fiery lust. She raked her nails down his back and groaned under his unrelenting pounding.

His fingers tweaked her nipples, the jolt of pure sensation sending her over the edge. Her pussy began to shudder in the grip of orgasm. Instantly, his mind smashed into hers, sucking in her life force as it boiled up in the heat of passion.

His mind blanketed hers, blinding her with waves of lust as relentless as the sea smashing on the rocks. He was the most powerful predator she’d ever known and the pleasure of yielding to him was almost unbearable in its intensity. His lips parted and his incisors pierced her skin with a sharp slash of pain. Her shudders only deepened, more heat rocketing through her. Fire blazed through every vein and artery of her body as her blood flowed up into his mouth.  Fighting sudden dizziness, she let the waves of unending bliss shudder through her for one more diamond-bright moment of stolen desire. She’d never teetered so close to the edge before.  Her mind whirled, all her mental discipline crumbling around her. An abyss opened at her feet, full of darkness , and her life leapt up toward him, rushing from her.

With a desperate cry of loss, Bennea dissolved the false persona. The passion cut off as if severed by a knife, leaving her cold and hard and duty-bound. She drew the shining life force back into her, sat up and pushed Decar away. Her mind went on automatic—a honed instrument, sharpened by years of intensive training. Reaching out with her psychic power, she grabbed the tendrils he’s sunk into her consciousness and pulled with all her strength.

His back arched and the mouth that had moments ago pressed kisses on hers opened in a terrible scream. His life force erupted from his body, yanked out of him by the force of her psychic attack. His blue eyes widened and slowly, slowly the light in them died. With a soft gurgle of sound, he fell to the sand, dead.

Shaking, Bennea rose to her feet. This was yet another successful mission and another triumphant notch in the belt of the Sexual Predator Corps. So why was the night wind suddenly so cold?

Decar had fallen on his back, his open eyes staring sightless at the stars. Which planet did his people come from? They still didn’t know. Only that they came into human space with relentless hunger, drinking life to satiate their desires.

Bennea fell to her knees beside the body and touched his cooling cheek. This one had nearly consumed her. Her pussy still ached from the thrust of his thick cock. As long as these creatures kept coming, she’d never be free.  

She lifted her face to the stars, letting the wind dry the sweat on her body, letting the surge of the sea soothe her heart.  Hunting the predators had turned her into one too. The next one she hunted would be different. The next time she’d leap off that edge, reverse the process, enter the predator’s mind and find the location of their home world. All their secrets would be hers.

Smiling, she rewrote the motto of the Sexual Predator Corps: Fuck with my body, and I’ll fuck with your mind—and your world.