Chains of Desire
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“I want you to be my Master in all things,” Hanna told him. “What pleases you will please me. I’m sorry I forgot that. I will trust you in all things. We just need to learn to communicate a little better.”
“I’m not used to explaining myself, but I’ll try. We’ll learn as we go.” He kissed her again. “And I will trust you, my smart little slave. Once the settlers hear how you vaporized Gaylock, they won’t bother you.” He helped her to her feet and picked her dress off the floor and handed it to her. “I would love to have your help with the trading post. We can work side by side during the day and pleasure each other at night. How does that sound?”
“Perfect.”
* * * * *
Hanna put the final touches on a new display of gardening equipment in the front window of the trading post. Jarrod hadn’t been sure they needed to carry gardening tools and supplies, but he’d let her give it a try. The last few months had brought an influx of new settlers, many of whom wanted to grow flowers or vegetables or both. The goods had been flying off the shelves.
She waved at Lissa through the window as she climbed the porch stairs. The young mother had moved to Daybreak with her mate, who was opening a school for the children of the town. Jarrod had hired Lissa to work part time behind the counter to give Hanna more time to work on ordering and displaying the stock in the store, something she’d discovered she had a talent for.
When Hanna backed out of the display area, she bumped into two large hands cupping her ass through her long skirt. She laughed and whirled around into Jarrod’s arms. He pulled her close and his hard cock nudged her stomach. Her Master had an incredible appetite.
Her pussy clenched. Her desire was just as great.
Lissa called out a hello and they kissed lightly before they broke apart and answered her greeting.
“I wish I worked with Aarick,” Lissa said with a sigh. “I’d love a few hugs and kisses for lunch.”
“But then you’d never get away from him bossing you around,” Hanna said lightly.
Jarrod gave her a playful swat on her bottom. “Watch your mouth, slave.”
Lissa laughed. “Has it been busy today?”
“Very,” Hanna replied. “Morriss and Taggertt are back looking over the fishing supplies and that new family, the Manns, are checking out footwear for their children. I think they have some goods to trade.”
“We’re taking a lunch break,” Jarrod said. “If you need any help, I’ll be back in a little while.”
Lissa rolled her eyes and grinned. “Take your time.”
Jarrod hooked his finger in Hanna’s collar and tugged. “Come.” She followed him to their home out back. The sun was shining brightly, a cool breeze keeping the temperature pleasant. “I’m hungry.”
She knew what he hungered for. “I have a surprise for you.”
Holding onto his hand, she led him through the house she was beginning to decorate and out the back door into their own private meadow. The first thing Hanna had wanted for their new home was to have a high privacy fence built from the back of the house, encompassing a large section of meadow. Jarrod hadn’t asked any questions, just did as she asked.
While he’d been helping a couple trappers load supplies earlier in the day, she’d snuck out to spread a blanket over the soft grasses and set down a stocked cooler chest beside it. She gestured at the blanket. “Have a seat, Master. Your slave would like to dance for you.”
He grinned and dropped down onto the blanket. The robe Hanna wore was actually several layers of thin gauze that covered her from shoulder to toes. She closed her eyes and listened for the music that had played in her head back on that last day on Vanya. She swayed her body to the melody, moving her hips in lazy circles, realizing that all the things she wished for that day that had come true.
Slowly, she stripped each thin robe over her head, one by one, revealing more of her body with each layer that was removed. The brush of the fabric teased her nipples. The light breeze lifted her hair. She heard Jarrod’s heavy breathing over the music in her head. She felt the heat of his gaze.
Finally she slipped the last layer off her body and continued to dance for her Master, her love.
“Come here, slave,” Jarrod called out a few minutes later, his voice passion-rough, the way she liked it.
She opened her eyes and smiled at him. “Yes, Master.”
She stretched out on the blanket in front of him, arching her back the way he liked her to do. “How do you like my surprise?”
He swept his hands along her body and she sighed with delight. He bent her knees and quickly attached wrist cuffs to ankle cuffs, leaving her spread for his enjoyment.
“Fresh air, sunshine and a willing slave. How could life be any better than this?”
She chuckled and nodded toward the cooler chest. “Sunberries.”
About the Author
I fell in love with the written word as soon as I could read. I started writing my own stories while I was still in grade school. I even passed around my own version of fanfic to my classmates long before the term was ever coined. As I grew up, I fell in love with romance and I love the chance to add some extra sizzle to my stories.
I live with my own real life hero who is happy to tell everyone that he’s my inspiration. We travel in our RV whenever possible—the great thing about writing is I can take it anywhere. See you down the road.
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