Power

Tara Dayton smiled wolfishly. She loved power. She loved holding people in her influence. She loved the sensation that having someone totally in her power gave her. That look in their eyes she’d see, and she would know they’d do anything she wanted for her. That they were hers now. It could be through any means.

For Pam Sheldon, it was through support and recognition; take her under her wing, show her trust and respect, and it will be reciprocated. For Lyndon Carson, it was ****. Sure there was the sex, but he was in her power because, having seen her leverage, he was afraid of her power.

But when she saw that look in Sam Hayden’s eyes, standing in front of her desk in her office, she knew it was that most fun power of all that she held over him: sex.

“I really don’t know if…” began Hayden, but Tara Dayton stopped him with a lifted finger. She walked slowly over to him, accentuating the sway of her hips as she walked.

“We’ve done it before haven’t we,” she said softly, grazing the back of her fingers softly across his cheek. He nodded stiffly in the affirmative. There was a blush on his stubbly cheeks.

“I want to it’s just,” he breathed, and sighed heavily.

“I know, Sam,” Dayton breathed in his ear as she slid the zipper on her jumpsuit down slowly, “she’s not here right now though Sam. She’s on a completely different planet in fact. Hayden **** an awkward laugh in response but said nothing. “So let me take care of this for you.”

“I ugh,” he began awkwardly as Dayton unzipped his jumpsuit. She felt his hand find her free hand and hold it. Exactly where I wanted him, she thought, smiling. She didn’t want to push him farther than he wanted to go, so brought his hand up to her hip and just a little under her undershirt. Dayton felt an enormous rush of excitement and power rush through her when she felt his hand slid up her shirt and start massaging her breasts. “I don’t think we should,” he stammered, while he tweaked her hard nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

“I think you want to hun,” she whispered in his ear, and slid her hand down his body. “I think you walked to my office thinking about the last time,” she continued, her hand sliding to warmth of his already hard cock. “I think he agrees.”

“I do,” he groaned, “I want it.”

“And I bet,” she said, dropping slowly to her knees as she spoke, “you were thinking the whole time about me sucking on that big, thick, cock.”

“Yeah… I… was,” he gasped, looking down into her eyes, his cock mere inches from her face. He smelled musky, and had short, unruly pubes.

“What is it you want now,” she asked sweetly, while planting soft, gentle kisses along the length of his shaft. “Tell me.”

“I want you to suck it,” he groaned, meeting Dayton’s eyes. She smiled inwardly, knowing she had secured yet another loyalist. Or, she considered, at least as long as this blowjob is good. That won’t be a problem she thought as she took the length of his cock into her mouth in one motion. She loved the little noises men made when she gave head. He tasted of salty precum and almost as soon as she started sucking him, she felt more on her tongue and knew he wasn’t going to last long.

She looked up into his eyes, working the head of his cock with her tongue while she rubbed him with both hands. He groaned louder still and thrust a little into her mouth.

“Use my mouth Sam,” she gasped, saliva and precum dripping from her lips as she spoke, his cockhead still between her lips. Sam needed no second invitation. With the determination of lust, he grabbed her hair and head with both hands and started to roughly thrust into her mouth. That need made her pussy drip with desire and she wished someone was inside her.

Dayton kept looking up, making sure she made eye contact with Hayden while he was thrusting roughly into her mouth. She gagged several times, and drool ran down her lips. His balls were tight, and his cock felt even bigger while he pushed it insistently into her mouth.

Hayden groaned loudly and pulled his cock out of her mouth. Dayton closed her eyes felt a rope of hot cum across her cheek, then another right after all over her lips and nose. Then, still gasping, Hayden pushed his still orgasming cock between her lips, cumming all over her lips as he did. She worked her tongue and lips over him while he gasped and spirt after spirt of hot, salty cum filled her mouth. She opened her eyes and looked up into his, his throbbing cock still in her mouth, her face covered in his cum. The expression on his face was that same one she knew so well: Power. He watched her swallow the cum in her mouth, and she knew he was hers. She smiled devilishly and licked her lips. Hayden leaned back onto the desk, breathing like he’d just run a marathon.

“That was… fuck, that was…” he stammered, his cock still in front of Dayton, with a big drip of cum on the tip. She licked it up, making him gasp loudly, then grinned, cum still dripping down her face.

“I knew you wanted that,” she smiled. She kissed his cock again gently, aware he was getting sensitive, then stood up and walked over to her desk and sat down. She held herself ramrod straight and folded her hands in front of her on the desk. Dayton wanted him to see her as an authority even when his semen was running down her face. “Now then, did you have any other buisness to attend to Mr. Hayden?”

“I ugh, no I guess I uh, got what I wanted,” he stammered, putting himself away as he spoke. “Do you want me to um…” She smiled.

“I’m glad to hear it. That will be all for now Sam.”

Hayden looked taken aback by the brusqueness of her words. He’ll sit with that, and he’ll like it, she thought as he headed for the door. “Oh and Sam,” she said quickly before he opened the office door, “come back anytime. I always enjoy the time we spend together.” He stopped in his tracks, and a smile crept across his face.

“Me too.” He stepped out of the room and Dayton walked over to the small sink in the science lab and cleaned herself up. She smiled with satisfaction; it was inconvenient at first, but the malfunctioning moisture farm had proven very beneficial for her work, if indirectly. Noticing a blob of cum on her tee shirt, she pulled it off and tossed it aside. Her nipples were hard, and she tweaked them for a moment, enjoying the tingle of pleasure, then pulled her jumpsuit up and zipped it. Her underwear was soaked and her body burned with desire.

“Should’ve let him fuck me,” she muttered to herself before shaking her head in answer to her own comment. It would have been short, and quite possibly unsatisfying she guessed. Besides; it wasn’t a game. Not to her anyways.

Dayton sat back at her desk and opened the security feed application. The Hemes was quieter than usual, with two crew members already off ship, two flying shuttle missions and the rest getting prepared. The next flight was supposed to have been the botany crew, but with the malfunctioning moisture farm, she elected to delay it by a few days while Hayden, with Hermann helping, worked the problem.

She flicked through the camera feeds on her screen one at a time. She wasn’t looking for anything per se, but it was a habit by now. Eric Alain was packing his things in his room. The botany crew were packing some of their plants up into safe containers for the journey.

As Dayton watched Ramona Wagner and Raynor Schwartz worked silently in the botany hall, she remembered they had uploaded a new video. She opened it in a second window on her screen.

The video started as a ‘caught masturbating,’ style video in which Schwartz walks in on Wagner in the act. The camera panned over the beautiful redhead’s lithe body until it stopped on her smooth pussy while she fucked herself with a dildo. He panned back to her face and she ‘notices’ him, smiles, and keeps toying herself, moaning loader.

Schwartz, having clearly put the camera down, steps into the frame and without a word, produces his hard cock and presented it to her to suck. On one window Dayton watched the consummately professional Ramona Wagner and Raynor Schwartz, working diligently away to ensure the food plants made their way safely to Mars. On the other Wagner slurping loudly on Schwartz’s cock while she fucked herself to climax. It was an odd thing for Dayton to reconcile, but she supposed it made sense. You aren’t your sex life alone, she reminded herself.

Dayton closed the video and switched feeds on the security cameras. She made sure to watch the videos Wagner produced but she didn’t do so for gratification; she needed to know what the crew was up to and that included side ventures. She also felt none of the strangeness associated with watching the intimate moments of the rest of the crew. They had published those videos, they knew what they were showing to the world. So far as she knew, only Carson knew about her cameras.

As she switched to the feed in the kitchen, Dayton felt that nagging uneasiness that she had been experiencing since Greenland. She wondered if it had to do with encouraging Hayden to cheat but dismissed the thought. She felt no need to justify her actions to herself and as for Smith, Hayden’s choices were his own.

Dayton shook her head. This was all far to unimportant to worry about she reminded herself. They were the in process of colonizing a planet, it was hardly a time to be worrying about the sexual appetites of shipmates. She opened her emails and one from head office caught her eye. She read it, and the feeling on unease increased. She pulled out her intercom and typed out a message to Lyndon Carson.

Come see me in my office. Important.

It was less than five minutes later when she heard him approaching the door and open it. He looked tired and disheveled, his green jumpsuit dirty and wet in spots.

“Hey Tara, what’s up,” he grunted, closing the door behind him. Dayton remained sitting at her desk as he approached.

“You read the message from HQ yet?”

“No,” he said, raising his eyebrow in apparent concern.

“Ok, well the Cole’s notes is this: SpaceY is moving fast.”

“How so,” he asked, looking a little confused by the idea.

“They’re running two weeks ahead of schedule according to the observations from HQ but they haven’t reported it to back home.”

“What does that mean though,” he asked, looking a little confused. “So they’re faster. We can’t do shit about that.”

“I’ll spell it out for you,” she explained, cognizant that her senior botanist was no physics expert. “They launched the same way we did, but they aren’t slowing down like we did. HQ thinks they might be in distress or miscalculated something.”

“What? How could they?”

“We don’t know. It could be also that that idiot CEO on the ship made some modifications or something. Interfered with the guidance or maybe he’s impatient and burned the rockets for longer than we thought.”

“He must be impatient. The idea that other people are already colonizing the surface making him crazy I guess,” said Carson.

“It… could be the case. I think we need to watch this closely though. If they don’t slow down soon, they’ll be coming in too hot and end up being a meteor.”

“Think that’s likely?”

“We’re talking about the egos of _men _here Mister Carson,” said Dayton, a note of contempt in her voice, “anything is on the table.”

“So… what do you need from me then,” Carson asked.

“I need you to expedite your work. We can’t afford to wait too long. These are the same people who attacked our HQ on Earth and now they’re acting erratically. When Sam and Hans get back from fixing the moisture farm, I want you to be ready to move all of the plants down to the surface along with your crew.”

“Can do but what are you worried about? I know they’re enemies but like, why rush? What can they do?”

“I don’t know what they’re capable of and frankly, I’d rather not find out,” responded Dayton curtly.

“Alight,” he said and sighed heavily, “I’ll get on that.”

“See that you do.” Dayton said simply. She could tell he expected something different. Something more. She looked to her computer, sending him the signal their conversation was over, but he stayed sitting. “Is there… something else Mister Carson?”

“I dunno,” he shrugged, then added with a smirk “is there?”

“No.”

“I uh, alrighty then,” he said with another sigh, and stood up to leave. He was trying, and failing, to hide the look of disappointment on his face. Dayton might have been still aroused from her encounter with Hayden, was tempted to let Carson get her off, but she decided against it. The power she got from sex is only power if it can be withheld. Now was not the time.

The door clicked shut and Tara Dayton went back to the email. What was SpaceY doing?