His hand was in her hair, her sweet fingers on his ass, while Justin rocked his hips, coming inside her mouth until he’d given all he could give.
Deanna eased back on her heels, wiped the last drops of his come from her lips, and smiled at him.
I love you! Justin screamed inside his head. Gods, how much I love you.
He sank to his knees and gathered her into his arms, while he loosened her coverall to show her just how much.
*** *** ***
One of the hardest things Justin ever did was say good-bye to Deanna before she and Katarina left with Deanna’s mother and Reda for the transport to Ariel.
He and Calder said their farewells to them inside Deanna’s apartment, knowing that Shareem wouldn’t be allowed near the passenger dock at the Ariel liner. While Reda watched, rather disapprovingly, Justin pulled Deanna into his arms and kissed her, long and lovingly.
Again Deanna’s mother seemed to perk up with Justin around. Katarina had continued giving her the doses of her concoction—whatever it was—in the week prior to the trip. Katarina theorized that Shareem pheromones had a calming effect on the nerves, which enhanced the reaction to the drug.
It worked. That was all Justin needed to know.
Deanna’s arms tightened around him in one last hug, and she whispered, “Thank you, Justin.”
She pulled away, but Justin kept hold of her hand as they left the apartment building, not releasing it until she climbed into the hovercar that would take them to the passenger docks. She couldn’t kiss him out here, but her smile was nearly as good as.
Calder was having the same difficulty letting go of Katarina. His face wore a hard scowl as she finally peeled his fingers from hers so the driver could close the door.
The hovercar shot off, raising a cloud of dust that settled back over Justin and Calder. Calder coughed.
“If they decide to stay on Ariel,” Calder said. “I’ll kill you.”
“Katarina’s coming back,” Justin said. “She’s so madly in love with you it’s sickening.”
Calder didn’t look convinced. But then, Calder had been horribly burned at DNAmo, even now bearing lingering scars of it, and he couldn’t believe his luck at winning Katarina’s heart. While still disfigured, he’d run a pleasure dungeon for ladies who wanted to be with the scarred “Beast,” until Katarina had come into his life and saved him.
Calder turned and started walking away, the taciturn man rarely telling anyone what he was doing, or thinking . . . or anything.
“Where are you off to?” Justin said, falling into step with him.
“To get drunk. That’s the only thing that’s going to take my mind off being without Katarina.”
“Shareem don’t stay drunk long. You’re going to have to try pretty hard.”
“Who says I won’t?” Calder shot him a dark look. “I’m going to be so damn horny, my hand will get blisters. I’m not like you. I don’t get off on watching.”
“I’m not really interested in watching anyone else anymore,” Justin said. “But that reminds me of something I wanted to ask you. You still have that warehouse, don’t you? With the dungeon hidden inside?”
“It burned,” Calder said tersely. Hence a few of the newer scars.
“I heard from a reliable source—Katarina, in fact—that it didn’t burn completely. She says that you and she have fixed it up again. I want to borrow it. I have a surprise in mind for Deanna when she comes home.”
“If they come home.”
“Katarina’s coming back, asshole. Think of this time as an opportunity to figure out ways to show her how much you missed her.”
Calder didn’t exactly do a dance in the street, but his scowl lessened as he thought about that.
Justin laughed. “There you go. Now let’s go fix up your dungeon.”
They walked away, Justin’s heart heavy, despite his laughter. He had far more reason than Calder to believe his lady might prefer to remain on Ariel. She no longer had a job here, and her mother would be well and happy . . .
And in the seven days between the time that Katarina had arranged a place at the treatment center and berths on the liner to get there, Sybellie had never once tried to contact Deanna.
*** *** ***
By the second week of Deanna’s departure, Justin was pretty much insane. Deanna contacted him every day to report her mother’s progress, which was all good. The center anticipated a full recovery.
The tears in Deanna’s eyes when she said it made their separation worth it.
Almost. Justin also enjoyed the new game he’d invented for them—he’d instruct Deanna on ways in which to pleasure herself, and Deanna would do it in front of the console in her bedroom.
One evening when they talked, Deanna said, “I’m wearing them.”
“Yeah? Wearing what?”
“The balls. I put two in this morning before I went shopping with Katarina.”
Justin’s blood went hot, and he felt his eyes start to change. “And you’ve been walking around with them inside your pussy?”
“Yes.” Her color rose.
“How do they feel?”
“Good.” Deanna smiled, her breath coming faster. “Whenever I think of you, it’s even better.”
“You’re a sweetie.” His hand went to his leggings, untying them so he could dip inside and soothe his already tingling cock.
“Justin.” Deanna ran her tongue around her lips, and his cock took another leap. “I want you to do something for me.”
“Name it, baby.”
“Instead of you watching me do something, I want to watch you.”
His heartbeat sped up. “Fine by me, Angel. What?”
She told him.
*** *** ***
It really wasn’t fair she was so far from home, Deanna thought, as Justin darkened his screen to prepare. Or that Shareem weren’t allowed to travel off planet.
The two little balls she’d lubed and worn inside herself, under the silken leggings she’d bought on Ariel had felt odd but satisfying. If she imagined Justin’s fingers rubbing her at the same time, it made her nearly orgasmic.
When Justin brought his screen to life again, she thought the orgasms would commence.
He’d seated himself on a chair, naked, his torso gleaming with oil. He’d somehow wrapped ropes around his body, ending with cording them around his wrists.
He leaned back a little, the pleasing plane of his hard body one long line from ankles to chin. In the middle, his cock stood upright, unhindered by the ropes.
“Is this what you wanted?” he asked, his voice low.
Deanna could barely breathe. “Yes.”
“Good.” Justin leaned back a little more, chest moving as he adjusted the ropes. “Then command me.”
Chapter Twenty
“Wait.” Deanna tapped a button on her console to take a still shot of the beautiful Justin, tied up for her delectation. “Now, um . . . touch yourself. Like you tell me to touch myself. Make it exciting.”
He shot her a look, and Deanna shivered in pleasure.
Justin had fixed the ropes so they’d be loose enough for movement while appearing to be tied. He placed his bound hands under his cock and ran his thumb up the underside. A small shudder went through him when he touched the sensitive place below the tip.
He reached down again and cupped his balls, then slid his closed hand up the cock. The tip grew dark red in the circle of his thumb and fingers, the head engorged with wanting.
“More,” she said.
Justin moved his hands to his chest, brushing carefully over his skin, before he plucked one of his nipples between two fingers. When it was dark and tight, he moved to the other.
Once he’d brought that to a point, he reached into the box he’d placed at his side and took out something hidden by his hands.
A nipple clamp, she saw when he clipped it onto one of his hardened nipples. He groaned a little, letting her know he felt it.
Next came
a cock ring, which he slipped easily onto his stiff cock, making the cock stand a little more upright. Finally, to another ripple of anticipation in Deanna, Justin lubed up a little butt plug, leveraged himself off the chair, and closed his eyes while he slid it inside.
He eased himself back down, rocking his feet up to his console desk and placed them on either side of the monitor. Deanna could see the plug between his parted legs, the ring, and his cock standing straight up.
His hands, still tied, stroked their way up his cock. The tip squeezed through his fingers, Justin breathing faster as he worked.
He was beautiful, a hard-bodied man laying before her with his legs spread, that huge cock pointed to the ceiling while he stroked it. Deanna remembered the taste of it on her tongue, wished she could lean forward and lick it from base to head.
Justin’s fingers licked it for her. His broad fingertips rubbed from his balls upward, the tip jumping as he reacted to the pressure. The cock ring was strangely erotic, circling him at the base, making the shaft even darker.
“I wish you were with me, baby,” he said. “This would be your hand on me, you stroking me off.”
Yes, it would be. Deanna remembered when she’d rushed into his apartment to find him leaning against the wall, doing himself, how her blood had tingled, how she’d itched to touch him.
“I want you here sucking me,” he said. “I want to see my cock going into your pretty little mouth, you closing your lips over me.”
Without noticing she did it, Deanna lifted her first two fingers and slid them into her mouth.
Justin flushed. “Yeah, like that, sweetheart. Suck me now.”
Deanna started to suckle, mouth working, her fingers wet, while Justin squeezed his cock in his fist.
“You’re so beautiful with something big in your mouth,” he said softly. “Did you know that, Deanna? You’d be even more beautiful if you played with your clit at the same time. Will you? Pretty please?”
Deanna removed her fingers from her mouth with a little popping sound. “I’m supposed to be commanding you.”
“I know. I can’t help it. Shareem like to control.”
“No kidding.”
Deanna had abandoned drab coveralls and sunblocking robes on mild Ariel, buying herself colorful silk tunics, leggings, and sheaths. They were wisps of almost nothing, and amazingly cheap. She and Katarina had gone a little crazy.
She untied the tunic and let it fall open to reveal her unfettered breasts then unfastened the leggings and let them drop. The brush of silk as it slid down her legs was sensuality itself.
“Oh, yeah,” Justin whispered. “You’d better bring some of those home and wear them for me.”
“I will.”
He stilled his hand. “You are coming home, Deanna.”
It wasn’t a question, but she heard the uneasiness in his voice. “Of course, I am.”
“If you don’t, I’ll have to spank your ass.”
Her skin tingled, remembering his warm hand slapping down on her backside. “What about if I do?”
Justin smiled, slow and dark. “I’ll spank you even harder. For right now, though, I want to watch you, while you watch me.”
Deanna dipped her finger to her clit, bringing it back up to show him how it glistened with her need. Justin’s eyes filled even more with blue as she raised her finger to her mouth and licked it clean.
His moan drifted through the speaker. “You are wonderful, Patroller.”
Deanna slid her hand back down to her very wet pussy. With the balls still inside, her nipples as tight as could be, she rocked on her fingers, close to coming.
She feasted on the vision of Justin, thighs parted, cock huge, his eyes on her as he stroked himself.
Deanna rubbed herself faster in response. Justin did likewise, until they were both panting, making little noises of longing.
“Aw damn,” Justin said, his bound hands moving swiftly. “I’m gonna blow, baby. Oh . . . gods.”
He kept pumping, his body moving on the chair, it creaking under his weight. A stream of white suddenly fountained up from his cock, falling back down over his hands, his balls, the cock itself.
Justin was right, watching was wonderful—as long as she was watching him. Deanna’s pussy clenched over her fingers, ecstasy spiraling through her.
Everything went dark except the beautiful image on her monitor—her hot, naked Shareem, bringing himself off for her.
“Justin!” she said, then her cry of release rang across the stars.
*** *** ***
“I miss you,” she whispered a while later.
Deanna had removed the little balls and dropped them into her sterilizer. Justin was still bound, his hands unmoving now as he caught his breath, but the ring remained around the base of his cock. He grinned at her, eyes losing the wild blue, but he was still hot, still aroused.
“I miss you too, baby.”
She liked this, smiling with him while they both calmed. Deanna wished she could be in the room with him, lying on his naked body and feeling him gather her close.
“But I’m glad I came,” Deanna said, settling back into her chair. She didn’t resume the tunic. Why should she? Her lover liked looking at her, and he made her feel that her body was beautiful. “My mom’s so much better,” she went on. “I can’t tell you how grateful I am for you and Katarina, and what you’ve done. I’ll pay you back . . .”
“Shh,” Justin said. “No paying back. I’m glad I found a good thing to spend my money on.”
She let her smile grow sinful. “I’ll find some way to show you how grateful I am.”
Justin laughed, brushing his hair from his eyes with his bound wrists. “I’m looking forward to it.”
They were quiet again, never mind the astronomical cost of the planet-to-planet interface.
“I need to tell you,” Deanna said softly after a time. “Sybellie still hasn’t tried to get in touch with me. I’m sorry.”
“That’s all right. It doesn’t matter.”
Deanna knew it damn well did matter to him. “I’ll try to contact her again.”
“That might not do any good. She and her friends aren’t meeting at that coffeehouse anymore. I don’t know where she goes now.”
Alarm flitted through her afterglow. “Justin, you aren’t still going up to the Vistara, are you?”
Justin avoided her gaze. “Discreetly.”
“You know that your pardon was only good for the one time. If you’re arrested again, even Brianne might not be able to free you.”
“I said discreetly, as in, no one sees me.”
“Just don’t. Please. Stop going. When I get back, we’ll figure this whole thing out.”
Justin didn’t answer. Deanna seethed in frustration about the light years between them. She couldn’t change his key codes and lock him into his house from the distance of Ariel.
Of course, she’d quit her patroller job, so she wouldn’t be able to do it even on Bor Narga. But at least on Bor Narga she’d be able to stand next to him and yell at him.
“Justin.”
“Yeah?” He looked up from whatever distracted place he’d gone to.
“Remember, when I told you I loved you?”
“Yeah.” His worry left him, and his face softened with his smile. “I remember. Why? Want to take it back?”
“No,” Deanna said. “I wanted to tell you, I meant it.”
*** *** ***
Discreetly, Justin had said. That meant he wore plenty of clothing and sunblocking robes and took a tinted-windowed car up to the Vistara. He had Elisa hire him a different one every day—Shareem couldn’t hire cars themselves—so no one would report the same vehicle lingering on the streets.
Justin looked every day for Sybellie, but he never spotted her. Not at the coffeehouse, not on the campus, not in the shops around it. He knew where her house was, thanks to Elisa’s information, but she must be staying with a friend, because she didn’t go home. Or, Sybellie might hav
e gone home when Justin was back in Pas City—Justin couldn’t afford to stay too long each day.
Deanna was right, though. He needed to be careful. He had something to keep himself free for now.
And then, the day after he did his self-bondage session for Deanna, Justin found Sybellie.
His daughter walked along the street on the edge of the university’s campus, a little pack at her side for her handheld and whatever other devices she carried. She was alone, her friends nowhere in sight.
Justin couldn’t stand it. He turned off the car, unsealed the door, got out, and walked quickly to the campus.
He was covered from head to foot, sunblocking material over his nose and mouth. As soon as he stepped onto the campus, he felt the air cool, the protective shielding shutting out the worst of the sun’s heat.
Sybellie strolled along, her head down, mind on wherever she was going.
Justin stepped in front of her, and she stopped.” Excuse me,” she said politely.
Sybellie started around him, and Justin stepped in front of her again.
Now Sybellie looked up in alarm, mouth open to call for help. Justin unwrapped the material from his face and said, “Sybellie.”
“Oh.” She looked relieved but puzzled. “Mr. Justin, right? You’re friends with that patroller.”
“Yes.”
He didn’t move, and Sybellie frowned. “It’s nice to see you Mr. Justin, but I have a class.”
“Can you talk to me for just . . .” Justin swallowed, his voice not working. “Just a minute.”
Please, please, just a minute to let me look at you.
“Did Deanna send you to persuade me to call her?” Sybellie asked. “Can you tell her I haven’t made up my mind yet? I still have to think about it.”
“No.” Justin clenched his hands at his sides. “Deanna didn’t send me.”
“I shouldn’t be talking to you about it then.”
She turned slightly, and Justin stepped in front of her again.
“Sybellie.” He loved the sound of her name. “Deanna didn’t send me.”
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