Feenin' (3/?)

Commander Trisha Baker stood up, massaging her arm from the hypo.  “I’m good to go, right, Sheila?”

“Of course.  I don’t mess around with the birth control injections, Trish.  Not after what happened last time.”

Trisha stared at her friend.  Whenever she was on duty, Sheila wore her hair secured becomingly against her head.  Today was no different.  She was used to seeing the bruises on her arms, especially when she wore her uniform dress without the jacket or lab coat.  Sheila told her they were a badge of honor; something she was proud of.  They were not like the bruises she suffered at the hands of Lenny; those she hid from the world until she couldn’t take it anymore.  K’avir’s fierce training ensured that she would never take anything else off another man, even if it was him.

“That damned man of yours is good for giving you hickeys, Sheila.  I mean, can he not advertise?  People aren’t stupid, you know.  There’s no way that they’ll think that bruise on your shoulder is from your combat training.”

“That would be because they’re not getting Vulcan combat instruction, Trish.  You know as well as I do that K’avir can have you on that mat in any position in under two seconds, even if it’s on your head.”  Sheila didn’t know if K’avir was her man and it had been gnawing at her for the past three days.  She kept herself busy, pulling double shifts and bridge education to avoid her lessons with him.  She was fortunate because he was busy himself with security matters and the captain required his presence at times.  But she knew she wouldn’t avoid him for long; for K’avir was very serious about Sheila’s training, especially now that they were sleeping together.

“I know he’s had you on that mat in any position in under two seconds, you horny bitch.  Combat training my ass.”  Trisha laughed.  She was happy for Sheila.  The only people who knew the ship’s physician was sleeping with the captain’s security chief were herself, Marlena, and the captain’s wife.  Trisha wasn’t sure if the captain himself was aware of it.

Sheila rolled her eyes.  “He’s too logical to do anything other than train me in the gym, Trisha,” she said, averting her eyes to her PADD.  At least he had been before three nights ago.  “We typically hook up in my room.”

Trisha stretched.  “Well, let me get back to Engineering.  I’m still running those efficiency tests and training new personnel.  Which reminds me, one of them will be stopping in sometime today for his physical.  He’s an absolute babe, by the way.”

“Trisha, I don’t care how he looks, but all right.”

“I’m just saying,” Trisha laughed as she left sickbay.

Sheila busied herself with checking equipment and reviewing files.  She tried not to think about K’avir and if she kept busy, she wouldn’t.  She hadn’t seen him in three days and she knew she would at some point.  Whether he would come to her room remained to be seen.  Typically, she met him in the gym after her shift and he was always ready for her, no matter when it was.  She was horny but she could not allow her lust to control her at this time.  Sheila really wanted to know where she stood with K’avir before they moved forward in this thing.

“Dr. Stephens?”

Sheila turned.  Standing before her was a handsome, six-foot-two inch man with dark, dark eyes and a killer smile.  She blinked.  “Yes?”

“Hello,” he said.  “I’m Julian Matthews.  I’m the new nuclear engineer and antimatter physicist.”

“Oh,” Sheila said.  “I’m Sheila Stephens.  You’re the one who’s replacing Trisha’s former capacity?”

“Yes.”  Julian eyed her, smiling.  Sheila blinked again, taking it in.  “The captain hired me to replace her when she got promoted.”

Sheila smiled again and extended her hand.  “Well, you’re here for your initial physical exam.”

Julian took it and shook, tilting his head.  “Are you going to give it?”

She eyed him.  He was really, really handsome.  Not like K’avir, but fine in a different way.  And she knew immediately that he was flirting with her.  It felt good.  “Unless there’s a problem?”

“No,” he said, holding on to her hand a moment longer than usual.  “No problem at all.”

***

Sheila decided to go to her lesson tonight.  She was stiff and wanted the chance to loosen up with a workout, and it would help to take her mind off everything.  That was, it would if she could focus on her movement and not her Vulcan lover.  She wondered if he would be there waiting for her.  She’d missed three days of lessons, and she knew him enough to know he would not be pleased, but she could always say she was busy with work and it wouldn’t be a total lie.

He was there, holding a staff and a sword.  She could not tell by his expression if he was pleased or not.  Sheila pulled her tank and knotted it in the back, keeping it snug under her breasts.  She adjusted her shorts and stretched.  K’avir watched her, eyes moving slowly over her long legs and firm ass.  She was toned from her training, curvy and lithe, an agreeable mix of muscles and soft skin.  He found it satisfying whenever she had her legs around him.  There were bruises on the backs of her thighs and arms and he took a deep breath.  She would have fresh ones tonight.

Sheila stood up and took a moment to check her hair and for the briefest of seconds, K’avir wished she would let it hang loose and wild over her shoulders.  He thought it was indicative of her strength and spirit; that it mirrored her fiery heart.  When they were together, she always wore it down and he never had to ask her to do it.

He wanted her fiercely.   He had not been with her in three days and he wanted her.

She turned to look at him and took a gulp of water.

“You have missed three lessons, Dr. Stephens.”

“And a hello to you too, K’avir.”

“I do not want you to be unprepared,” he said.

“K’avir, I can use a variety of knives, a staff, my hands and feet, blunt objects, a lirpa, an ahn-woon, a phaser and a baseball bat.  I know a variety of fighting techniques.  I think I’ll be fine.”’

He stared at her and held out the sword and the staff.  “Choose.”

Sheila stared at him.  She was very good with the staff now, but he had never taught her to use a sword.  She knew he would want her to pick it so that he could start.   She had to admit, he was stubborn about her training.  Sheila picked the staff, giving him a smug look and took her position.  K’avir put the sword away and when he stepped in front of her, he had nothing in his hands.

“So you’re weaponless tonight?”

“I wanted you to choose the sword,” he said.  “You should become proficient in its use.”

Sheila merely shrugged and spun the staff.  “I’m ready.”

“Hit me,” he said.

She sighed, but started to circle him.  She didn’t speak, merely took her time examining his stance, figuring out the best way to attack.  Quickly, she stepped back and twirled the staff above her head and then swung it like a baseball bat.  He caught it in mid-swing and yanked the staff out of her hands.  It pulled so fast that it left friction burns on her palms.

“Ow,” she hissed.  “That hurt, you dickhead!”

If K’avir could have smiled, he would have.  Three days without such a spark was unpleasant indeed.  “You will have to do better than that, Dr. Stephens,” he said, his voice warm and creamy.  “I wanted you to select the sword.”

“Give me the staff, K’avir.  You let me choose and that’s what I chose!”

He picked it up.  “Come and get it.”

Sheila closed her eyes and balled her fists.  So he wanted her to challenge him like she used to.  He must be horny.  It was logical that he would be; they hadn’t had sex in almost four days, ever since that night in the gym.  He wanted her to hit him, to fight him; it made him hot and when he was like that…

Sheila swallowed.  She needed to keep a clear head.  This was no time to be thinking about fucking him, not when she needed to know what kind of relationship they were going to have.  But she had to wonder if she could stop screwing him even if she was romantically attracted to another man.  A man like Julian, for instance.  He had openly flirted with her all during his physical, and Sheila was amused to find that she liked it.  He was a handsome man, well-built and funny, and he had asked her if she was dating anyone.  Sex with K’avir could hardly be called dating, so Sheila didn’t feel that her negative was a lie, but that was something she had to consider.  She wasn’t the kind of woman who would fool around with two men at the same time, but she would not ignore her needs.  Not anymore.  Although she was trying to disregard some basic ones at this very moment.  Sometimes he could get her wet just by talking, the sexy bastard.

“Are you coming, Doctor?  Or are you fatigued?  You should not be, for you have missed three lessons.”

Sheila turned her head.  Was he actually talking trash?  Was that big, fine ass Vulcan talking shit?  This was something new.  Was he irritated with her for the other night?

“You’re feisty,” she said, moving into a squat.  “Are you horny, K’avir?  Is that why you want me to come at you?  You want me to hit you and knock you down because you haven’t had any and you want some?  You should be, for it’s been three days and I know you like my stuff.”

He moved into a squat and stared at her.  “I do like it,” he said.  “I want it.”

Sheila got hot but kept her cool.  “But is that all you want from me?”

He said, “If you want your staff back, you are going to have to come and get it.  You are wasting time talking, Doctor.  Your opponent would have you flat on your back now.”

“Is that what you want?” she said?  “You want me flat on my back?  You want to fuck me?  Well, not tonight,” she said, though it hurt her to say it.  Three days was a long time without him inside of her.  She had quickly become addicted.

K’avir paused and raised an eyebrow.  Was she serious?  He knew she was horny.  He could smell it.

Sheila launched herself at him, putting every ounce of her 160-ish pounds into it.  She knocked him down and cackled, rolling out of the way of his arms.   But he was quick.  He was on his knees and crawling towards her by the time she finished rolling.  She knew the look in his eyes.  He wanted to fuck her, and from the intensity of his gaze, he wanted to fuck her badly.  Sheila started scooting backwards while trying to get to her feet.  They hadn’t even been in the lesson ten minutes and K’avir was usually very disciplined when it came to her training.  That he had abandoned all sense of propriety and was crawling towards her with every intention of getting into her pants spoke volumes about his desire.

“Sheila, do not run from me,” he said as she got to her feet and backed away from him. 

She steadied herself and smoothed her clothes.  In seconds, he was before her, pressing her against the wall mat, trapping her.  She stared at him, remembering the other night.  He pressed his forehead and his body against hers, kissing the tip of her nose.  Sheila closed her eyes.  He was so hard.  If he kissed her, it would be all over with.  Her resolve would crumble and she would let him.  She wanted to let him.

“K’avir,” she murmured, torn.

“Do not deny me,” he said.  He leaned to kiss her lips, but she put her fingers to his mouth.  He merely began kissing her fingertips and moving in such a way as to drag his erection across her stomach.  “Let me have you, Sheila.  I want you.  I do not like it when you keep yourself from me.”

She spared a brief thought.  ‘How in the hell can I resist him when he is like this?  He’s never like this…’   

She closed her eyes.  His lips were warm and soft and…and…she couldn’t allow herself to think about where he could put them.

 ‘That’s all he wants anyway and I’m a fool if I let him have it.’

“Sheila,” he moaned, moving her fingers.  “Sheila, I must have you…”

She looked up at him and firmly planted her fingers against his mouth.  “No, K’avir.  I can’t.  I can’t keep doing this.  I need something from you and you don’t seem to understand that.  Please.”

“I will give you what you need, Sheila.  I will please you.  Do not inhibit what is happening between us.  It is illogical.”

“It’s not just sex I need, K’avir.  I need more than that now.  I’m sorry.”

Tenderly, she pushed him back and ducked underneath his arm.  Sheila moved away from him and ran back to her quarters as quick as she could before she changed her mind.

more to come...

Feenin' (2/?)

Sheila found herself with her forehead against the matted wall, hands spread against it as if assuming the position.  She was, though, and it was a position she was fond of.  They fucked like this before in his sparse quarters and she liked it because she felt K’avir everywhere; he filled her completely and the sensation of it was unlike anything she’d ever experienced.  It was as if he had his hands in multiple places at once, doing all the things she wanted him to do, all the things that made her crazy, that made her want him initially.

“Sheila,” she heard him murmur against her neck.  “Sheila…”  A hand was under her tank, another inside her shorts and she could feel him, her hot, hard brick wall, pushing her into the mat.  He had large hands, man’s hands, but he knew how to touch her clit just right, how to hit it in such a way that she could melt into a pool of come.  It didn’t take K’avir long to figure out how to play Sheila’s body or fine-tune it in such a way that he could bring her to climax within minutes.  She was equally adept at drawing unfamiliar sounds from his throat.  Sometimes their unions were little more than feral ruttings.

“K’avir,” she moaned, moving her hands to cover his.  If nothing else, they were extremely sexually compatible and Sheila had to have her bed reinforced to take his weight.  She never told Imperial Maintenance why she needed a bigger bed with reinforcements.  But they weren’t always restricted to the bed, because her big Vulcan didn’t mind fucking her anywhere in her room or in his.  This was the first time they’d had sex anywhere else, and the mere fact that it was in the room in which they fought made it highly erotic.  Her nipples ached for his mouth but she was hot now and she didn’t think she’d last long enough for him to make it there.  He was moving his finger tenderly over her opening and she was already leaking. 

“Sheila,” he breathed, and she felt him sucking the back of her neck.  He was a hard sucker; he told her up front and she enjoyed it, and he had a tendency to leave hickeys.  She didn’t care and didn’t hide them, even though she knew folks wondered what kind of combat move he demonstrated to make her bruise in those places.  K’avir liked seeing her contusions; he made no secret of that.

K’avir moved his hand from her breast and she felt her shorts and panties get pulled to one side.  Oh, he was going to take her like this, just like this …Sheila sucked on her lower lip and groaned.  They were actually getting ready to fuck in the gym.  She was crazy wet and the anticipation of his entrance was a like stream of fire flowing through her veins.

“Stand on your toes,” he whispered.  She did so and when he slid inside her, she felt complete.  She liked the fact that he was big everywhere, and being the woman she was, could appreciate it.  He lifted one of her legs, braced against the wall and began his rhythmic slow thrusts.  He always started slow to give her a chance to adjust to the position and his size.  She leaned her head back and he pressed his cheek against hers, kissing her throat.  There was no denying that this man could fuck.  Vaguely she wondered where he’d gotten his skills, as the rumor was that he was celibate.  Or he had been until he came to her quarters that fateful night.

What Sheila really loved was his tendency to pull nearly all the way out and push back in hard enough to make her grunt; he was so smooth and deep with his strokes that it always made her squish.  She could hear it and it was so hot.  She was a dripping, soaked mass of skin and nerves.  Her lust for her Vulcan knew no limits and she began to moan his name with each thrust.  It was so good… so good …and he hadn’t even touched her breasts.  She made it so easy for him, but she couldn’t help herself.  Sheila liked having sex with him, and after four years of not getting the type of sex she liked, she didn’t try to help herself.  K’avir was more than accommodating to her physical needs.

“Sheila,” he moaned, moving faster.  He bent her at a slight angle and once again she rested her forehead and palms against the wall.  K’avir dropped her leg and held her waist, moving a little faster.  His breathing was in tandem with his strokes and his pulse throbbed in his ears.  She had the ability to make his heart race and it was stimulating indeed after years of chosen celibacy.  K’avir was pleased that he had been able to form a connection with a woman like Sheila before his Pon Farr began, as he knew that there was probably no other woman on board the ship who would be able to handle him during that time.  Sheila not only could handle it, she could take all of him.  He did not deny the pleasure of having a woman like that.  It was a rarity indeed.

“K’avir, damn it…damn it, I’m gonna come…”  What did it take, five minutes?  She was far too easy, but it was so good, even better than when they first started carrying on.  She knew he desired her.  She knew that.  She could feel it every time he filled her.  K’avir couldn’t fuck her the way he did if he didn’t want her, but was that all he wanted from her?  When he touched her, she was never sure and she needed to know so she could make some decisions.

“Sheila,” he murmured.  He buried his face in her throat and covered her hands with his, moving faster, breathing harder and sucking once again.  His desire to mark her was a way to assure himself of certain things, things he could not express, voice or even acknowledge, and her question threw him because he felt it was obvious.  When she came, it was like it usually was; hard, explosive and deep.  She had a tendency to milk his lok when she clamped down on it and it usually drew him into his own climax.  Sheila knew how to make him come hard; there was something about his lady doctor and he didn’t know what it was, but he felt that it was obvious.

“Sheila,” he said again.  She was shivering minutely, coming down from her high.  He pulled out of her and straightened her clothes and then pressed her against the wall, nibbling on her neck.  She was very amenable of his primal tendencies and she responded in kind.  Sheila had a warrior’s heart; she was a tough, wild beauty, a survivor, a woman he would die to protect if he needed to.  He knew that, for it was obvious.  He didn’t know why she didn’t know it.

K’avir’s hands were on her breasts again, gently squeezing.  Sheila sighed, removing her hands from the wall.  That was spontaneous and excellent, but then again, their sex always was.  She was making up for what she lost with Lenny in spades.  There was a long moment; a moment of silence, of breathing coming back to even, of heart rates slowing to normal, but his hands went to her hips and she was still trapped between him and the wall.  It was comforting.  She felt secure.

Sheila blinked to clear her mind.  “K’avir?”

“Yes,” he murmured.

“Is this all that is between us?”

“Is what all that is between us?  Please clarify.”

“You know what I mean.”  She moved and turned to face him.  He gave her some room to turn, but remained in front of her; his honey irises locked with her ebony ones.  “Is sex the only thing linking us?  Sex and combat?  Is our relationship destined to be no more than fucking and fighting?  Do I mean more to you than that?  I need to know.”

“Sheila,” he murmured.  “You are being illogical.”

“What?  Illogical?  What’s so unreasonable about me wanting to know where I stand with you?  I mean, we’ve been sexing each other’s brains out for almost five weeks and is it too much to ask if that’s all I’m going to get from you?  I mean, at first, it was fine because I needed to be fucked and I still do, but I’m a woman and I have other needs besides a hard dick.  I have other needs that I have to know if you can fill, because if not, then…”

Then what?  What would she do?  Certainly there was not a more appealing man on board the ship other than the captain, and he was unavailable.  She knew K’avir was an austere man, even more so than the captain because he was pure Vulcan.  She knew that he wasn’t a frilly, fluffy guy and that was fine because she didn’t really care for that kind of man.  It was hard to tell because he was Vulcan and they were adept at keeping everything under wraps.  Whenever he put his hands on her or whenever they had sex—they never made love—he transmitted whatever he was experiencing and it was ambiguous.  After weeks of that, Sheila was ready for some kind of understanding on the nature of their relationship.  If K’avir wanted to be fuck buddies, that was fine.  She could do that and seek out her other needs elsewhere.  If he wanted more, if he saw her as more than a sex partner, then she had to know.

He had not stopped looking into her eyes.  “What other needs do you speak of?”

“I—I want to be…” She squeezed her eyes shut when she realized the right words eluded her.  “If you can’t give me everything I need, then…”

“Then what, Sheila?”

She sighed and looked away.  “Then I guess…I’ll have to find someone else to do it.”  She hoped that would be enough to jolt some sense into him because she really didn’t want to give him up.

“I do not understand why I must be redundant, but if it pleases you, then I shall say it again.  Sheila, you stimulate me.  I desire you.”

“Kavir, that’s not enough.” 

Sheila, frustrated, shoved him out of her way as she moved past and then walked out of the gym, leaving K’avir behind and baffled.

More to come…

Feenin' (1/?)

Again, I own nothing Star-Trek related.  For mature readers only.

Sheila knew she was going to have to talk to K’avir at some point.  The only reason she hadn’t done so was because she was busy with work.  There was so much to be done; it was time for crew physicals and she and her staff had a daily, constant flow of patients.  K’avir was still her combat instructor and she had her lessons regularly, nightly if possible, as had been the case since before they became intimate. 

Sheila was woman enough to admit that while the sex between them was so very hot, so very intense and so very amazing, she couldn’t handle K’avir every single night.  She could definitely hang with her big Vulcan lover a few nights a week, but every night would have her bowlegged and that wasn’t a cool look with her new boots.   Just within the past four weeks, she’d made up four years’ worth of stockpiled orgasms.  K’avir knew what to do and how to do it and she appreciated that he was a man about it.  And even though her time with Lenny had not been a blissful experience, Sheila appreciated it now because she could definitely say what she didn’t want in a man or a relationship.  K’avir was nothing like Lenny.  He was the strong, silent type, he never laid a malicious hand on her, and he could maintain an erection.

At first, she was thrilled that she was getting laid—expertly so—by a man as appealing as K’avir, and she was content with that.  But she was a woman, all woman, and she realized that she needed more than sex to balance her life.  She knew that K’avir wasn’t the kind of man who could do intimacy or romance; he just wasn’t built that way.  He was extremely intelligent and irritatingly logical; he was Vulcan after all.  As a result, he was taciturn in most forms of expression other than fighting and fucking, and after that, he normally went to sleep.  He wasn’t the flowers and candy type; not that Sheila wanted him to be, but she knew that she couldn’t continue to be content with just having sex.  She was ready for more; craved more and she needed to tell him that.  What he would do about it, she wasn’t sure, but the fact was that he needed to know that she was ready for a real relationship.

She was going to mention it tonight during their session. 

***

He stood before her, beautiful, and as usual, fine as hell in his Imperial-issue T-shirt and microfiber warmups.  K’avir’s shirt wasn’t tight, but it did little else to downplay the magnificence that was his chest.  She stood about six feet away from him, in her shorts and tank top, knotted between her breasts to expose her abs.  Ever since he revealed to her that he was aroused by her contusions from their fights, she made sure to show as much skin as possible during her lessons.  Sheila never hid her bruises, as she was proud of them because each one represented another fight style she was mastering.   Everyone knew that K’avir was her instructor and that he was a hard-ass, so no one asked her about it.  But K’avir told her the first night they had sex that he was turned on when she fought back and from the evidence of their sessions, and so she used it as an advantage.  Any advantage would do, because even though he was fucking her brains out three times a week, he was even harder on her now.

“Hit me,” he said.  “Anything goes.”

“Is that right?” she asked.

“Hit me.  If you can.”

Sheila smiled and paused, moving into a stance.  He countered, staring at her.  She had her hair secured in a knot on top of her head and he took a moment to look at the bruise on her breast that peeked out over the edge of her tank top.   That one wasn’t from their lessons.  She came hard, kicking, turning and punching.  He blocked and countered, spinning her away.  She hit the mat, but didn’t miss a beat.  She came at him again, combining a number of techniques, fists and feet flying.  He blocked, countered, ducked and put her on the mat again.  She popped back up and came at him once more, lunging.  That time she knocked him over and landed on top of him.  Sheila stared into K’avir’s amber eyes for a moment and he let her have it before scissoring his legs around her body and throwing her off.  He popped up and she did as well, smiling at him in a way that never failed to stir his primal urges.  “Come on,” she beckoned.

She was feisty tonight.  It was going to be a good session.

A few minutes later, she was on the mat again, breathing hard.  He stared down at her.  Sheila decided to put it out there while she caught her breath.

“K’avir, I need to ask you something.  It’s important.”

“What is it?”

“What am I to you?”

“Pardon?”

“What am I to you?  Am I anything other than a…fuck buddy?”

“Fascinating choice of words.”

“Well?”

“Well what?”

“What am I to you?”

He looked at her and raised an eyebrow.  “Please clarify your question.”

“Are we more than just sex partners?  Am I your woman?”

K’avir held out his hand and she took it, pulling herself up.  Sheila looked at him, into his gorgeous eyes and wished for a heartbeat that she could read his mind.  Or at least his expression.  He stared at her for a very long moment.  “You stimulate me,” he said. 

Sheila looked at him, frowning.  “Is that all?”

K’avir looked at her, over her, and then into her eyes after taking a deep breath.  “Sheila.  You are fully aware of my desire for you.”

She closed her eyes.  His voice was such that she could get lost in its mellifluous tone and caramel cadence, especially when he talked to her after they had sex.  He always said things like, “You please me, Sheila,” or “I must have you,” or “Give me more of you.”

K’avir gripped her hand and spun her into his arms.  Sheila closed her eyes at the feel of being crushed against him; for he was safe and it was good.  His lips were against hers, his hands all over her, moving, squeezing and she moaned, putting her arms around his neck.  He was 100% Vulcan and a full telepath, so she knew he could sense her insecurity, but she could not pick up anything concrete from him.  His kisses were electric, his hands fire, and she decided to feel for now and ask questions later.

more to come…

The Origins of "Corruption"

Last year, I was introduced to the Blasian movement by my business partner and friend, Ankhesen.  It made me aware of an entirely different world that existed outside of my own.  I addressed this in a previous post and wondered if I’d be able to write in the genre after years of writing about black women exclusively paired with black men.  Not necessarily the easiest thing to do.

Fast forward one year.  I just finished my first Blasian novel, a 350-page animal titled Corruption.  I started writing it last September, after being inspired by a most wicked scenario.  The book had risqué origins and was meant to be an erotic short story that I was going to contribute to MCP’s The Sultry Court.  But Jordan Yoshito and Mahogany Carroll, the protagonists, had way too much life and would not be restricted to a mere sixty pages.  And so I kept writing, wondering where I was going with it.  I got lost many times and considered abandoning the story, but once again, Mo and Jordan wouldn’t allow it.  I tried going in random directions, but then something occurred to me and it was then that I understood what it was I was really writing about.  And I learned a few things.

I wrote the last third of Corruption in an emotional whirlwind, as I was using the plot as a cathartic canvas for my own volatile emotions.  There were many crevices and cracks in the storyline that I filled with my own experiences and I knew that this novel represented a major shift in my ability to tell a story.  I’d finally gotten some stuff out of the way and could move forward in my writing.

Because Jordan is Japanese, his characterization required extensive research; research I’d never done before and it was a lot more difficult than I imagined.  However, with the aid of a wonderful, knowledgeable, insightful beta, I was able to reasonably authenticate Jordan’s background and aspects of his culture.  I think that by making him Asian instead of black gave the story a depth that it would not have had otherwise.

You can find a short little tease here.  Corruption will be published sometime this fall; it is currently in its final stages of production.  It is my sincerest wish that the book is well-received by the Blasian community, as I believe it is my best work to date.

Teaser: Corruption

Mahogany sighed; the boy was so handsome.  Jordan’s eyes were smoldering onyx marbles.  She smiled to herself; he had probably charmed many women right out of their panties and she was no different.  “No.  I take good care of my body; or at least I did until this weekend.  You are my very first fuckup.  I like orgasms way too much to play around with missing them.  And let me get this straight:  you don’t have a girlfriend?  As fine as you are?  That counter clerk has the hots for you, did you know that?”

“Darice?  Yes, I’ve heard that from quite a few people at work.”

“The day I was there, the day you helped me, she eyeballed you like you were something good to eat.”

Jordan smiled at Mahogany as he buttered a piece of bread.  “She’s eighteen.  I have no interest in dating a girl younger than me.  I don’t even like them; they’re too immature.  A young woman can do nothing for me except point me in the direction of her mother.”

Mahogany laughed.  “I feel the same way about older men.”

Jordan stared at her for a very long moment.  “I guess we’re well-suited then.”  He put a piece of bread to her mouth.  Meeting his gaze, Mahogany parted her lips and allowed him to place the tidbit on her tongue.  He said, “It’s got a good crust and is very soft and chewy on the inside.  I love this place; they get the bread right every time,” he said.

She chewed slowly as she stared at him.  Tonight, his hair was down and it was amazing how it framed his face.  Mahogany wanted to run her fingers through it and have it trail over her breasts.  Jordan would be more than accommodating if she decided to take him back to her house.  Instead of thinking about that, she decided to focus on the conversation at hand.

“Yoshito Kiyoshi?”

“That’s right.”

“Your first name is Yoshito?”

“No, it’s Kiyoshi.  It is our custom to put last names first.”

“Oh.”  She smiled thoughtfully.  “I’ve never dated an Asian man.”

“Is that right?  Are you biased or a victim of stereotypes?”

“Neither.  It’s just never happened.  I’ve dated Black, White, and Hispanic, but never Asian.”   She ran her finger around the lip of her glass. “Those sorts of distinctions don’t matter to me as long as he can fuck.  But you are the first Asian man that I’ve been attracted to.  And you can fuck, so this is a win situation.  Plus, I like you.”

“Good to know,” he said.  “I used to date girls my own age, but when I got in the eleventh grade, I started dating older women, and I’ve dated all kinds.”

 “How do your parents feel about that?”

“I imagine—because I’ve never discussed it with them—that they think it is a phase I’m going through.  My mother knows I date older women and she’s not happy about it.  I don’t know if my father knows.”  He shrugged. 

There was a long pause.  Mahogany pulled on one of her curls and then took a bite of puttanesca.   Clearly, there was a story there, but she wasn’t ready to hear it.  “So how did you go from Kiyoshi to Jordan?”

He smiled.  “My elementary school teachers always struggled with my name.  For the most part, once I pronounced it, they got it, but it just got to be irritating after a while.  With some people, they mess up your name no matter how many times you pronounce it for them, and I got tired because it started to feel deliberate after a while.  So when I started middle school, I decided to screw with my teachers.  Chalk it up to preteen ignorance or whatever, but when they called the roll and got to my name, I told them that it was pronounced ‘Jordan.’”

Mahogany laughed and sprayed a bit of food on her shirt.  “What?  And they believed it?”  She wiped her mouth with her napkin.  That was a bold thing for a kid to do.  “There is no logical way that Kiyoshi can be pronounced Jordan and I know your teachers weren’t stupid.”

“It was fun watching the expressions on their faces.  My friends and I got a kick out of it.  I remember my seventh grade teacher, Mrs. Jackson, looking at me like I’d grown a second head and almost cussing me out for being so brash.  We had issues that year, but she ended up being one of my favorite teachers.  Anyway, Jordan stuck, and so that’s what everybody called me. ”

“Well, you shouldn’t have left them off the hook so easily, don’t you think?  Kiyoshi is a beautiful name.  You should have made them learn how to say it.”

“It means ‘pure.’  In retrospect, I suppose I should have.  But I was twelve years old and I wanted to be like Michael Jordan.   My parents, however, were not pleased about my new identity.”   He laughed and took a long swig of his Sprite.  “But it did not take long for me to get used to being called Jordan, and I’ve gone by it ever since.”

Mahogany stared at him.  “That is one of the funniest stories I’ve ever heard.  You were a ballsy little kid, doing that to your teachers.  What does ‘Yoshito’ mean?”

“It means ‘good person.’”

“Are you?”

He shrugged and looked at her.  “I’d like to think so.  My family is good people, and they work hard to uphold the name.”

The candlelight flickered over her face.  Mahogany’s skin was the color of roasted almonds and absolutely flawless.  Her hair was thick and vibrant and the light made her hazel eyes glow.  She was an undeniably gorgeous woman and built the way a woman should be.  He was trying to downplay his attraction to her and failing considerably.  Jordan took another long drink and leaned back in his chair, smiling lazily.  His hair fell over his forehead and with one languid flick of his hand, brushed it out of the way.  Then he started drumming his fingers on the table.  Mahogany glanced at them, but then turned her attention back to him.  But the vigorous tap-tap-tap was distracting.

“Mahogany,” he said, “have you ever wondered why I started poking my head in your door every morning?”

She met his eyes.  “After our conversation on Sunday, I had to think about it.  I didn’t really notice you until you hand-delivered that express package that day.  And then I couldn’t un-notice you.” 

Jordan smiled.  He had waited until Mahogany’s secretary left her desk to drop off the UPS package with the instruction that it was to be opened immediately.  Mahogany had stared at him for a very long moment before taking the package and she didn’t question how he got past Nadira.  He stopped by to speak to her every day since then, and she had always been warmly receptive to his morning greetings.

“I’ve been attracted to you for a very long time,” he said. 

She ran her finger over the lip of her glass again, feeling herself get warm.  “How long?”

“Long enough that I had to figure out a way to get you to notice me.  In the San Francisco Federal Building, I’m an insignificant drone and you are the Queen Bee.  For our meeting to happen naturally was taking too much time.”

Mahogany closed her eyes, taking in his words and the heat behind them.  “I didn’t know that.”

“I’d be remiss in my image of myself if you did.”

“And here I am thinking that it was the other way around.  I have been lusting after you for months.”

“I would have been willing to let you think that, except that it was taking too long for us to meet.  I wanted you.  I want you.  Then the time came when I couldn’t wait any longer.  So here we are.  You like me too.”

Mahogany crossed her legs to calm down.  Jordan’s intensity and deliberate intentions were startling.  “Jordan, I like everything I know about you.  We wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.  How did you know I would respond the way I did?”

“I had a sense about it,” he said.  “I could tell by the way your eyes lit up whenever I stopped to speak to you at work.  And then I started working at Barnes & Noble and saw that you were a regular customer.  I watched you for a while before I gathered the nerve to approach you.”

“You caught me off guard, Jordan.”  She blinked.  He’d been watching her for longer than she had been watching him.  Damn.  Maybe she wasn’t the predator she thought she was.

“I know.  It was intentional.  I thought my chances were pretty good. ”

Mahogany closed her eyes for a moment.  She was definitely slipping.  “Should I be flattered?”

“You can be if you want.  I don’t normally do this, but I couldn’t help it.  I’m attracted to you.  I told you that I want you.  It was a risk, leaving that note in your book, but I had to try.  I thought that the worst that could happen would be that you never saw it.”

She smiled and sat back, drinking her wine.  “Well, we’re here now, and I’m curious as to what we’re going to do.  You told me that you thought you were better than a fuck, and I’m willing to bet that you are.  What are we going to do?  Are we going to start dating?  Messing around?  I’m not used to this, Jordan.  I typically fuck and then leave.  I don’t know what to do, here.”  She closed her eyes and felt her face get warm.  “I’m not one to get into such situations.”

Jordan stared at her for a very long moment.  “Let’s not put a label on this, okay?”

Combat (5)

Skin, part 2

She moaned as his lips slid over her neck.  How was she supposed to fight off a man she desperately wanted?  A man who was hard in every sense of the word and wanted her as much as she wanted him.

‘Fight, girl!  Fight!  If you want him to bend you over and do you like you want to be done, then do as he says!’

Sheila inhaled and put her hands on K’avir’s chest.  With as much strength as she was capable of, she shoved him.  K’avir stumbled back and Sheila bum-rushed him, shoving him again.  She took a deep breath and punched him in the face.  Adrenalin flowed through her body as she realized she was fighting him naked.  Determined to make it count, she kneed him in the balls.  If fighting was K’avir’s form of foreplay, then she could handle that.  And this time, she gave him no quarter.  She brought both fists down between his shoulder blades and then brought her knee up again, connecting with his chin.  K’avir fell backwards onto the floor and Sheila moved away from him, feeling the blood rush to her head and to her sex; she was so damned horny now.  So this was how he wanted it.  So much for the sweet, tender shit, but Sheila was beyond that.  She wanted him to throw her down on the bed, grab her by her hair and fuck the hell out of her.  And if fighting got him to do exactly that, then she would scrap as hard as she could.

Damn, it was a turn-on!  She liked to fight.

K’avir got up and he actually smiled at her.  It was a dangerous smile, but a smile nonetheless.  Sheila moved into a simple fight stance, instinctively knowing that he would knock her down and it would be on.

She was right.  K’avir came at her and seconds later, they were on her bed, kissing hungrily.  She wrapped her legs around him, pressing as close as she could; frustrated that he was still fully dressed.

“Get out of those clothes,” she demanded.  “Get naked!”

He paused for a moment to remove his shirt and she helped him, and then he kicked off his shoes and sweatpants and she took in a moment to stare at the physical perfection of Vulcan in her bed.  Chiseled with a body hard as diamonds and a mercifully big stiff dick.

Thank God.

He was taking too long and so she slapped him.  “Fuck me, K’avir.  Fuck me NOW!”

K’avir growled and grabbed her long, long legs and pushed them together, holding both of them over one shoulder.  He held himself and angled, slowly moving in.  He closed his eyes; she was so very, achingly tight and she locked down on him, shoving him out.  Like combat.

“Oh no,” he said.  “You will not do that to me, Sheila.”

“I told you not to bullshit around with it, K’avir.  I can take whatever you bring, so bring it.  Fuck me and quit playing.”

He pushed in and she cried out.  He held her legs and thrust hard, but at an even pace.  Sheila couldn’t keep it to herself and didn’t give a damn that she might be heard outside of her quarters.  She was past giving a shit.

“Yes!” she said.  “Yes, yes…oh yes!…fuck me, you fine ass motherfucker…!”

The way he held her legs together made the fit unbelievably tight and he was so big, so blessedly big that he filled every inch of her.  He was breathing steadily and moved a hand over her and down between her legs to stimulate her clit.  Sheila braced herself on her arms so that she could see his face; dark with passion, eyes closed as he banged against her.

“Harder,” she moaned.  “Harder, K’avir.  I’m a big girl.  I can take it.  I can handle you.”

Her words were nothing but fuel.  He started pounding away; in a blind lust, holding her legs together.  “Sheila,” he moaned.  Then he released her legs and turned them to the side, pushing in farther.  She groaned, panting his name, murmuring sounds of pleasure, feeling herself about to blow.  She squeezed her eyes shut and grabbed her coverlet, knotting it between her fingers.  Her climax was earth-shattering and deafening.  He felt it, felt her come all over his dick and it made him crazy.  Her smell was all over him; her natural scent, her primal fragrance and he was beside himself.

Sheila was trembling, bombs exploding behind her eyes…and he was still hard.  Thank the maker for the captain’s insistence on combat training.  K’avir pulled out and rolled her over on her stomach.  She moved easily, her body going out of control once again as she realized what he was about to do.

He adjusted her hips, bending her at the waist.  Sheila felt her ass go up in the air and trembled when he said, “Hold on to something.”

Sheila couldn’t speak but she could hear.  She obeyed, knowing that he was about to fuck the shit out of her, and briefly she wondered how long it had been since he’d had sex.  It didn’t matter; he could have as much as he wanted after tonight.

K’avir rose up, planting his feet on either side of her knees and grabbed the top of her headboard.  He pushed his way inside and she juiced at the feel of him so far up in her that he could probably touch her cervix.  Then he turned into a battering ram.  He couldn’t help it; she felt too damn good, so fucking wet, so damned hot…so tight, so hot, so wet; he was out of his mind. 

Sheila’s bed creaked dangerously.

She couldn’t help it.  She held on to the bottom of the headboard and screamed her pleasure into the pillow.  The bed banged against the wall and all Sheila could do was hold on and take it, which was easy because he was fucking her exactly the way she wanted, just the way she liked it, the way she hadn’t had it in years.  Lenny would come before he even touched her G-spot and years of deprivation were going to make her K’avir’s slut.  She didn’t give a shit.  She would let him fuck her six ways from Sunday anytime he wished.  Heaven have mercy, but he felt so good…

She didn’t need to touch her clitoris this time.  Her orgasm was volatile, violent and cathartic.  She screamed her release into the pillow and squirted all over him and the bed.  She didn’t know when he climaxed, but she felt it when he collapsed beside her, making the bed shake.  Vaguely, she wondered if they broke it.

Fire raged behind his eyes and in his bloodstream; he did not recall ever having a woman like this before, having her in a way that was so satisfying, so pleasing to his Vulcan sensibilities.  He did not care for tender intimacy; he was not a man who was stimulated by the idea of making love.  He was a warrior, a fighter and he wanted to fuck his woman and for her to fuck him.  That pleased him.  She pleased him.  She could handle it; she could handle him, and she could take it.  His orgasm was blinding and he exploded inside of her, grunting like an animal, shaking under the power she had over him and his release filled her and drizzled out and down her legs, mixing with her own juices.  K’avir landed beside her and heard the bed creak again.  He probably broke it when he beast-fucked her.  He was heavy.

Sheila lay on her stomach, her face sweaty and she was tired.  She knew she needed to get up and change the bed covers, for they both came all over it, but she didn’t want to move.  She wasn’t even sure if the bed survived what they did, but she didn’t care.  She felt amazing and alive, biting her lip to keep her emotions in check.  No woman should go through what she had without feeling like this every once in a while.  Feeling like a woman should feel, satisfied on a fundamental level, overcome with the knowledge that she enticed a man to do what K’avir did.  She wanted to brag, to preen, to walk around and talk shit about her stuff.  But she didn’t want to move.  She wasn’t sure if she could.

She felt him beside her, his hand moving idly along her back.  She felt off-balance.  “I think we broke the bed,” she murmured.

“Sheila,” he said.

“Hmm?”

“Are you all right?”

“I’m fine.  Why do you ask?”

“I can feel what you’re feeling.”

“Then you know that I’m fine.  You know that I’m feeling whole for the first time in years.  You made me feel like a woman should and I’ve got to thank you for that.”

“You’re welcome,” he said, moving his hand over her ass.  There was a bruise on one cheek, probably from one of the many times he knocked her onto the mat.  He felt himself stiffening.  “But do not think that you are the only one who has taken something from this.  I do not indulge in this manner, but I cannot help myself when it comes to you.  You are the only student I see every day.”

“Really?”  She was ready to swear that Trisha and Marlena had daily sessions with him.

“I spend four days a week with my other students,” he said, kneading her ass.  “But I must challenge and be challenged by you regularly, Sheila.  You stimulate me in ways I cannot explain to you.”

She nodded.  “Are you stimulated now?”

“Yes.  Turn over.”

Sheila rolled over onto her back and looked up.  He was on his side, his head braced in one hand.  He started fondling her breast.  She heard his breathing slow and felt him getting hard once more.  She smiled to herself.  It didn’t take him long and he could go more than one time.  Thank goodness.

“I want you again,” he said.  “I want to devour your breasts and drink the honey between your legs.  I want to fuck you standing up and from behind.  I must warn you that I like to bite.  Is this to your liking?”

That made her wet as hell.  “I can take it if you can take me biting back.  And if you give me a chance to suck that demon you’re packing.  Also, I want to ride you.  Is this to your liking?”  Sheila could give as good as she got.  She was not afraid to match K’avir.  She could match him.  Her needs were as strong as his.

K’avir took a deep breath and stared into her eyes.  “I can handle you if you can handle me.”  He squeezed her breast and lowered his head to her nipple. 

She exhaled, feeling herself begin to squelch.  “So we don’t always have to fight before we fuck?”

“No,” he said.

Sheila smiled to herself as he came over her, taking her nipple into his mouth.  “Pity.”

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