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  "Thank you,” Donny smirked, his tone ironic.

  "This is bits of code stolen from Tribunal Space Elite, but it's not a complete code. This is someone using terrorist coding for murder.” Paul leaned over, placed his hands on the keyboard and glanced at Dr. Meiner. “May I?"

  At Meiner's nod, he clicked the keyboard as he peered at the screen. “I've just set a trace on the code. If the killer uses the code again, you'll be alerted."

  "So that's how you were able to find me.” Donny nodded slowly. “That's a trick I haven't learned."

  Paul grinned. “I spent years doing computer forensics for the Tribunal. There aren't many traps I don't know how to set."

  "So now we wait for him to kill again?” Elise shook her head. “Can't we catch him sooner?"

  "We will catch him sooner,” Donny stated. “Paul has set the alarm for whenever that code is used. If our guy is going to try anything at all, he has to begin with that code. He won't get a chance to kill anyone else."

  "And we'll catch him in the act,” Jenia added.

  "We'll have to bait the trap, however.” Paul stared at Elise and Donny.

  Donny sighed. “I fell for that one. What makes you think he will?"

  Elise stared at Donny. “What are you talking about?"

  "When I was trying to kill Daniella Pearce, Paul set a trace on my coding and then sent Daniella, Jake Tarune, Sashina and Troy into the VFR. I took the bait and tried to kill them all.” Guilt tore at his insides. Would he ever be able to accept he'd done those things under the influence of alien DNA?

  Elise squeezed his hand. “That's why Sashina and Troy had such a tough time when you survived."

  "That's why. They have a lot of good reasons to hate me,” Donny told her. “But I wasn't rational.” He turned his attention to Paul. “This guy may be completely rational."

  Paul shook his head. “I doubt it. Remember how nuts Riggo was because of the Ang injections? The Dormrelian DNA destroyed some of your neural connections and suppressed your moral center. The murder indicates another human under Ang or Dormrelian influence."

  "But Philo Riggo admitted to the murder of the Gershons.” Elise frowned. “Why would he do that?"

  "Maybe someone told him to.” Donny sighed. “Under the injections, I didn't question anything.” A heavy sadness blanketed him, and the air in the room seemed stale and confining.

  Jenia shook her head slowly. “I still think Trista's killing resembles some of my experiments with the S.E.X. blocker. Perhaps this isn't someone under DNA neural suppressants. Especially if the DNA found at the Gershon's scene matches the DNA from Trista's murder."

  "My suggestion is we get Elise into the VFR and make our guy think she's distracted,” Paul told them.

  Elise squirmed and stared at the table. “This is the only way?"

  "No, but it's the most effective.” Paul patted her shoulder. “Donny will protect you, Elise."

  Donny stared at Elise's bent head and wondered who would protect Elise from him?

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  Chapter Seven

  It was one thing to go into a VFR and know she was going to fuck. It was quite another thing to go into a VFR and know everyone was going to watch her fuck. Elise sighed. It wasn't going to be easy to do this.

  Donny's hand was on her spine, and Jonah was there too. Her gaze asked Donny the silent question. Didn't he want her to himself? His glance held no answers.

  The three of them entered the VFR. None of them spoke. Elise knew Paul and Carl were monitoring the coding for the program. Which meant they were both watching Donny and Jonah do ... what?

  It was Donny who punched in the fantasy, and Jonah's expression was unusually serious as he stepped inside with her.

  The dungeon was dark, candlelight only and the familiar wooden structure where she'd hung as Donny did devious and maddening things to her stood in the center of the room. Even her outfit disturbed her equilibrium. He'd chosen all silk and softness, feminine lingerie with lace and subtle sexuality. All seemed to undermine her power, her dominance. Her gaze narrowed on Donny's impassive face.

  Jonah's lips curved into a smile, and Donny raised an eyebrow at her. “It's lady's choice."

  Her brows shot up. “I get to choose ... what?"

  Jonah's grin was wicked. “Donny is giving you a choice. Dominant or submissive. Masochist or sadist. Giver or receiver."

  A delicious sensation slid up her spine. The sight of Donny on his knees would be perfect. “I choose to give."

  She strode to the table and chose the flogger Donny had used on her. She glanced at both men. To have them at her mercy as they had enjoyed her was too tempting, and if she was going to have to play for an audience, she was going to enjoy herself.

  "Jonah, stand over there.” She waved the flogger to the cuffs dangling from the wooden beam. Donny stood silent as she clicked the restraints around his wrists and ankles. “I know how much you enjoy being watched.” She stared into Jonah's hazel eyes that had turned green with desire. “Now you have to watch for a while."

  With Jonah incapacitated, she turned her attention to Donny. He'd chosen to outfit himself in tight leather pants and no shirt or shoes. Jonah had soft silky pants on and she was clad in a silk camisole with a halter-top and a hem that just covered her pussy. Donny was absolutely stunning. Proud, tall and broad, his demeanor was of a man waiting, watching.

  Her eyes narrowed as she studied him. “I don't believe you can play a submissive."

  "It would be playing.” He shrugged and pointed at the flogger in her hand. “I don't think you know how to use that."

  Elise smiled. “You'd be surprised.” The flogger twitched in her hand as she flexed her wrist. “Jonah, as you know, likes a good whipping."

  "So whip him.” Donny's gaze was unreadable, but Elise noted the outline of his cock. Something about the conversation turned him on.

  "I want to whip you.” She strode close to him and circled his body. “To give pain you have to know pain.” She threw his words back at him. “Do you know pain, Donny?"

  Something flickered across his face, intense hurt, sadness, but it was gone before she could grasp what it was. “I know pain."

  His hands clenched at his sides as she planted her feet in front of him and stared into his face. “I can take you there.” His blue eyes swirled with need, and she nodded. “I can take you to the place where it doesn't matter.” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “I can drive you over the edge."

  "That ... might not be wise.” His tone was husky and strained.

  "Perhaps.” She stepped back and ran the flogger handle across his abdomen and reveled in the way his muscles jumped. “But it would be fun."

  A dark and dangerous mood dropped over the three of them. Elise felt the change in energy, and glanced at Donny's face. Need, desire, fear and passion etched lines in his features. She wanted to see him struggle for control.

  And lose.

  "On your knees, Donny,” she ordered him and waited. Would he do it? He was definitely no submissive. But when Donny sank to his knees, Elise wondered if she was wrong.

  The stillness of his form rocked her. He might not be a sub, but he played one very well. Anticipation sizzled along her nerves. A quick glance at Jonah showed his gaze riveted on Donny's prostrate form. One side of her mouth lifted. This wouldn't be like whipping Jonah, who enjoyed being out of control.

  She flicked the flogger and it snapped in the air. “I need a safe word, Donny."

  He turned his head and his gaze was amused. “You won't hurt me."

  "Safe word.” Stern, she stroked the handle of the flogger and waited.

  "Red light.” He shrugged, and turned back to focus on the wall.

  His ass was perfect and taut. He was so big and Elise savored the sensation of towering over him. This kind of play had always been about sensation. Pain and pleasure were intermingled for her, and she thought Donny might be the same way.

  "I'll start with
the flogger.” She stepped around him and ran the handle of the flogger up his spine to the crease of his broad shoulders as they sloped down to his massive biceps. “But I think you'd like something tougher, harder. Like that wooden cane over there.” She threaded her fingers through his blond hair and forced his gaze to lock with hers. “I want to make you mine.” Her voice was velvet smooth, and he shuddered.

  But then, Donny glared at her. “I'll make you pay.” The words were almost a growl.

  Her eyes drifted half-closed to slits. “I'm counting on it."

  She let go of his hair and strode over to stand behind him. With her feet planted, she lifted her arm and brought the flogger across Donny's ass. He grunted. She wanted him to moan and cry out. How hard would it take to bring him to that place? Could she get the endorphins to flow in him so he would lose all perspective? Then what would he do? The delicious unknown lay before her as she raised her arm for another swing.

  Each blow increased in power. She was careful, but determined. The flogger sliced through the air and slapped against his pants. She'd kept his pants so she could swing hard and not break his skin. She loved the way the rhythm of her blows rocked his whole body. All of her force was behind the flogger's snap now, and Donny groaned a heartrending sound. It was echoed by Jonah, who hung helpless, his cock an iron rod.

  Those times she'd whipped Jonah had been gratifying. But Donny was a wild card, unpredictable. It was a shock to see the tension in his muscles and the glare from his volcanic gaze. Most of all, she wanted to be in his place. She'd enjoyed Donny on his knees with Jonah, helpless, watching. But as she noted the ripple of his shoulder muscles and the beads of sweat that gathered at the nape of his neck, her own desire swamped her.

  With a quick stride, she changed the flogger for the cane and swished it through the air twice as he watched her. The smack of the cane on Donny's ass caused his head to rear back and his breath to release in a hiss. Another blow and his body jerked. Two more and his head drooped. She stopped to stroke the skin of his straight back and her fingers sought his penis. He was hard and his hips rotated at her light touch along the outside of his pants.

  The heaviness of his eyes and the tension in his body was erotic, and she inhaled the smell of his sweat as she stepped back to deliver another strike with the cane. Three blows in quick succession and he groaned, not with tortured pain but lustful need. He growled at her, incoherent words of what he would do to her when she finally released him. The words flowed over her, teased her, and intensified her own arousal to an almost painful level.

  "What is it you're always saying about my mouth?” she asked him as she ran the end of the cane along his spine. “Well, yours is going to earn you a spanking."

  He glared at her, and she abandoned the cane and retrieved the flogger. With the cane, she was afraid she'd get so excited she'd lose control, but the flogger was a perfect tool for what she wanted.

  She wanted him to feel what she'd felt. That mingling of pain and pleasure. That loss of reality, of space and time. She wanted him to lose control. All the other issues between them and the fact that they were only here to bait a killer didn't matter.

  The snap of the flogger along his ass echoed in the chamber. Jonah groaned, and Elise spared him a quick glance. He was captivated by the interaction between Elise and Donny. That was clear. His cock was erect and he twisted slightly in the restraints as he watched them. But Elise's attention returned to the man on his knees before her. She raised the flogger again. With all her might, she swung the strands of the flogger along Donny's ass. He reared his head back, but made no sound. His entire body was tense and hard.

  But she knew this wasn't what she wanted. She didn't want him to come as she sent him over the edge with the flogger. She wanted him to do that to her.

  She stopped mid-swing and he stared at her, his gaze challenged her. With a flick of her wrist, she turned the handle of the flogger towards him. He stood, towered over her and gripped the instrument with a firm hand. His other hand shot out and grasped her short hair so hard shards of pain careened along her spine.

  His blue eyes were liquid fire and his voice was hard as nails. “You'll pay. And you'll love every minute of it."

  The fingers in the strands of her hair tightened as he forced her down to her knees. She resisted but it was a token resistance. She'd already agreed to whatever punishment he chose to mete out. His cock strained the material of his pants, and he ripped her lingerie off her body in one violent tug. She was completely naked on her knees.

  She trembled and wondered if she could take what he would give her.

  There was no blow from the flogger. There was no strike from the cane. Instead, he used the handle of that flogger and slid it along her clit as his erect penis rested against her ass cheeks as he straddled her. One hand manipulated the flogger and the other reached around and pinched her nipple in a painful squeeze. Tears gathered in her eyes as the pressure built to an excruciating level.

  "I want to jam this handle into your pussy.” His voice grated in her ear. “I want to see you shatter around it and come over and over again."

  She shivered at his words and fresh moisture flooded her pussy. She wanted something to fill her, bring her to completion.

  He flung the flogger away and three fingers thrust inside her aching passage. She cried out and rotated her hips to increase the pressure. Her walls contracted and squeezed his fingers. His teeth clamped onto the soft place where her shoulder and neck met, and his tongue flicked along her skin there. Tears streamed down her face as his fingers jammed inside her. No soft touches or tentative caresses would have done to her what Donny's rough pinches did for her.

  Then, he removed his fingers from her pussy and slid the zipper from his pants down. The scrape of the metal reached her ears and she moaned, empty, aching for him. He kicked his pants away and jammed his cock against the soft flesh of her ass. Two fingers searched and found her tight anal entrance and slid inside her. He stretched her, prepared her for what she knew was going to come. Her channel burned as his fingers pressed deep inside her. His cock slammed into her pussy with heartless force and she exploded around him.

  The soft hum that passed his lips told her how good her pulsing flesh felt to him. Her face was driven into the floor so Donny could punish her pussy with his penis and jam his fingers into her butt hole.

  Her cries were intense as the pleasure and pain built higher and higher. Donny leaned down to whisper in her ear, which pressed his cock deeper inside her. “Come again, Elise. I'm going to slam my cum deep inside you. You feel so good."

  His dark whisper was enough to send her to oblivion, and her whole body convulsed. She screamed as the muscles around his hard iron gripped harder, and he moved faster and faster. His fingers moved in the same rhythm creating a beautiful friction along both erotic channels. Her hands splayed on the floor as she twitched, and he slammed one last time to release his cum inside her. She continued to convulse and drained every last drop from him.

  Jonah cried out a second later and both she and Donny turned to find Jonah had come without even being touched.

  Amazing.

  Both Donny's hands were cupped around her breasts now and he laid stinging bites along her neck and back. She shuddered with more pleasure as he slowly withdrew from her pussy.

  In an instant, the atmosphere changed.

  "What's that?” Elise noted the walls around them shifted and blinked.

  Donny's gaze flicked from the console to his surroundings. “Someone else controls the VFR now.” He glanced down her body and she realized she was clothed in coveralls. They all were.

  As Elise untied Jonah, she glanced at Donny with fear weighing on her chest. What would the killer do?

  The scene clarified, and she didn't recognize it at all. It was an Earth scene, with a city street and lights reflected off the dirty water on the asphalt. She heard a quick intake of breath from Donny. His face was colorless and tense. “No.” She caught his
whisper.

  A young couple emerged from one of the buildings. The woman was young, fresh, vibrant. Her feet clicked on the street as her heels scraped the cement. As she laughed, her gaze up to her partner was loving and content.

  It was a pretty scene.

  From the dark, a figure slid behind them and that's when Donny sprinted towards the couple. “No! Don't! Stop!"

  Elise ran behind him, confused and unsure. The urgency, the agony, in Donny's tone made her rush with him.

  As Donny grappled with this dark figure, the woman screamed and her partner hurried her away. Elise caught a glimpse of the dark figure Donny was locked in combat with.

  Himself.

  Jonah and Elise exchanged a glance. At the same time, both of them waded into the conflict but before they could help Donny, two other holograms appeared. Both were Donny's image.

  Elise wasn't trained in hand-to-hand combat and neither was Jonah. They might die here.

  But Donny was a Tribunal, a fact she often forgot when he touched her so erotically. He dispatched his copy and confronted the other two. Jonah distracted one by throwing a punch, which gave Donny the chance to knock the other one out and face the last one. It was over in a heartbeat.

  "What the fuck was that all about?” Jonah was panting.

  Donny's face was a mask of misery. “I killed that woman. I followed her one night when she was happy like that, and killed her in front of the man who loved her. Then, I left him to live."

  He whirled away from them and accessed the console. She observed the twist of his lips and the clenched jaw as he manipulated the buttons to get them out of there. “Why?” The question escaped before she could stop it.

  She met his hostile gaze and his lips tightened. “Because I believed she was genetically engineered to destroy the Dormrela. I believed she'd been bred to continue the Ang domination over my people."