If he didn’t touch her, she was going to scream with frustration. She glared at him. “Are you just going to stare at me? You’ve got me all hot and bothered. Aren’t you going to do something about it?” Okay, not the smartest thing to do. She was well aware Leo would punish her for challenging him. Part of her liked it when he did.
His raised one eyebrow. “I might,” he said. “I might not. Would you like me to get your pussy hot and wet and leave you right on the edge of an orgasm? I could keep you there for hours and never let you come.”
The idea appeared to appeal to him. His cock hardened and twitched while he taunted her. God, she wanted him. “You could,” she quipped. “Or you could fuck me until I pass out.”
His hands slid over her thighs and brushed the curls covering her hot core. He kept his gaze on her face. “I think you need a lesson.”
Her eyes widened. What would he do to her? Would he prevent her from coming? Leo opened a drawer in the wall and removed something she’d only seen, never experienced. Fuck. A ball gag.
Leo stared at her. “I’m going to make you scream. I’m going to make your whole body want me. But you’re not going to be able to speak.”
She swallowed. “Leo—”
He held up a hand. “You know what to call me.”
She gritted her teeth. “Master.”
His hand brushed her distended nipple. “You don’t sound very…enthusiastic. Let’s see if I can change that.”
He slipped the strap to the ball gag over her head, and she pressed her lips together. She wasn’t going to take that fucking thing in her mouth. He smiled, a wicked, beautiful smile, and bent down to take her breast in his mouth. His tongue slid over her sensitive nub, and she gasped.
Quick as lightning, he had the ball in her open mouth. She couldn’t even call him a bastard.
Her wrists ached as she fought the restraints, but the pain didn’t deter her pussy at all. In fact, it made her hotter, needier. Damn it. How the hell did he know?
Helpless, she stared at him. His gaze was riveted on her breasts and traveled over her exposed flesh. He traced his finger along her skin, her neck, her breast, her belly, and finally over her throbbing clit. She arched into his hand, but he only touched her briefly, teasing her. Every place he touched her, little fires scorched her skin, her mate-mark hot and glowing. His mouth followed his fingers—his lips sending her close to the edge—and she cried out against the ball.
Each one of her breasts got his attention, his teeth nipping her flesh. He kissed all the way down her stomach, his tongue dipping into her belly button. Her head thrashed back and forth, her pussy aching. The restraints spread her legs wide, and he licked along the seam of her hip. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her ass while his tongue circled around her clit. She tried to thrust into his mouth but was held by the cuffs on her ankles. Frustration ripped through her, and she yanked and pulled on the restraints.
He chuckled and kept tormenting her desperate flesh. All she could do was sob, the ball gag preventing her from begging. The pain in her ankles and wrists only added to her intense, frustrated pleasure, sending her higher. The sharp edge of her orgasm was just out of reach. She screamed at him, no words necessary. He flicked his tongue over her clit, and she stilled instantly, waiting, hoping.
Then he circled her erect nub again, leaving her wanting. Tears leaked from her eyes. He lifted his head, his finger taking the place of his tongue circling her clit. “Such pretty tears, Princess. Shall I remove the ball gag?” She nodded vigorously. One side of his mouth lifted. “Will you curse me?” She shook her head. “I wonder if I should trust you,” he said, his voice low and smooth.
He reached up with his free hand and flicked the straps loose on the ball gag. When he removed it from her mouth, she licked her lips. “Please, oh God, please, Leo. Please touch my pussy.”
His thumb circled, wet from her cum. “I am touching your pussy.” His gaze met hers.
“Please, Master,” she whispered. She sobbed when his thumb slid over her clit briefly. “Master, Master,” she chanted and arched into his hand as much as the restraints would let her.
His face changed, tense and passionate. “I am your master. This is my pussy.”
“Master,” she whispered again. Lost and drifting, all she knew was his touch, his voice, his control. The pain, the edge, the sharp agony of need blended into something potent. So close. She was so close.
Suddenly, his tongue was on her clit, hard and insistent. She screamed as her orgasm rolled over her like a tidal wave washing everything away. Every muscle tensed. It went on and on, his tongue roughly licking up every drop.
Chapter Eleven
The taste of her, the sound of her voice as she called him “Master” swamped him. Leo was the dom. He had to be in control, but he couldn’t resist her, couldn’t stop if he wanted to. Her cum flowed over his tongue, and he wanted to keep her there, wet and pulsing for him.
Only for him.
He tormented her flesh, his mouth sucking on her clit until she screamed again. And she screamed her new name for him. “Master!” He was hard as iron, and he wanted more than that sweet pussy.
His tongue lashed her sensitive flesh, keeping her enthralled, while his finger probed her anus. Tight and hot, her ass was his, and he was going to brand her today. Every single inch of this woman would be his and only his. She gasped while he slid a second finger inside her. The moisture from her slick channel was perfect to ease his fingers in and out of her ass.
Her choked cry warned him, and he sucked her erect nub, thrusting his fingers inside her tight channel. She thrashed beneath his touch. He wanted that too. Passive didn’t do a fucking thing for him. The more she fought him, the further he pushed her. She exploded, her pussy clenching around his tongue, squeezing him. He groaned. God, she robbed him of coherent thought. The only thought he had was to fuck her in the ass, and he wanted it now.
When he lifted his head, her flushed face and parted lips were a temptation. He took possession, drowning in the submission that she offered him. When he slid away from her, she cried out, “No!”
He opened another drawer and found lube. Part of him wanted to thrust inside her ass the way he’d thrust inside Shaun’s ass. Dry and hard. He wanted to feel the scrape of her flesh around his cock and her muscles squeezing him. But he was more interested in training her to enjoy his dick in her ass.
Along with lube, he retrieved a dildo with buttons on the end, all for him to control. His hand slid over his cock, and he reveled in how she stared at him, her eyes cloudy, shudders wracking her body. “I’m going to fuck you hard in the ass, Princess.”
She only blinked and licked her lips but stayed silent. He knelt between her legs and drove his lubed fingers into her ass. She clenched around them; he rewarded her with a lick across her slit. She moaned, her head tossing back and forth.
But he wasn’t going to leave her pussy empty. He slammed the dildo into her sweet cavern, and she screamed, her eyes glazing over as he held it so the tip was against that secret place that would keep her convulsing while he fucked her in the ass.
Her body heaved and arched, the dildo sending her over the edge. And while she was flying, he thrust his cock inside her ass. Oh God, she felt so hot, so tight. She moved to deepen his penetration, and he moaned. Faster and harder, he lost his mind in the pleasure. His hands gripped her hips and angled her so he could fuck her deeper.
Her nipples tightened, dusky and tempting. He bent down and sucked one of ridged tips into his mouth. She whimpered, a sound that made his dick pulse for release. But he didn’t want to move, with his cock surrounded by the tight hole of her ass, his mouth around the tip of her breast, and his stomach pressed against the dildo buried in her pussy. He wanted to hold this moment and never let it go.
In the end, Sera broke the spell by shattering completely. She screamed, the sound reverberating in his ears. Her muscles clenched around his cock and squeezed him like a vise. He lifted
his head from her breast to stare at the dildo in her pussy being drawn in farther by her convulsions. The dragon on her arm glowed a bright red, and his mark throbbed in response.
God, she was stunning. Every inch of her shouted her pleasure, from the sweet cum flowing out around the dildo to the flush that climbed over the skin of her breasts and throat. He barely managed to contain the cum boiling in his balls. He wanted to pull his cock out and jack off over her, marking her with his seed.
Instead he reached back and yanked the cuffs loose on her ankles, first one and then the other. He lifted her legs, her toes by his ears, his dick buried balls-deep in her tight tunnel, and she let out a keening cry, her ass squeezing his cock—and every coherent thought—out of him. He kept his eyes open, gazing at her flushed face and watching her gasp for breath. She was perfect, her body giving him everything he ever asked for, denying him nothing.
She rocked against his cock, a steady stream of moisture dripping on him from her pussy. He went insane and leaned forward, his hands thrust into her hair, his stomach jamming the dildo deep inside her pussy again. His lips pounded hers just as his cock pounded her ass. He tore his lips away, his dick throbbing, his cum demanding release. “Sera!” he shouted and exploded inside her.
Her answering scream rang in his ears, and he pumped her again and again until he collapse on top of her, exhausted. The dragon on his hip burned and throbbed while her hands stroked his hair. She murmured over and over, “Master. My Master.”
He’d release her wrists and tenderly wipe her ass with a cloth. She’d be sore, but he’d make sure he soothed her. In a minute. In just a minute.
* * *
The rattle of the cuffs at her wrists woke him a long time later. “Oh fuck. Princess, I’m sorry.”
She opened her sleepy eyes and smiled. “You called me ‘Sera.’ I liked it.” And she fell back asleep.
Leo stared at her. He had called her “Sera.” Always so careful to keep distance between them, he’d called her “Princess” to remind him, to admonish him. She was Princess Sera Placido. He took a deep breath and thrust a hand through his hair.
He unhooked the cuffs and retrieved a soft cloth. She slept while he cleaned her gently.
Leo was convinced the attempts on his princess were related to her ability to access the power on Placido. Many of their other targets were political figures—people who were powerful and morally compromised. All the targets had been murdered at BDSM clubs, their sexual secrets exposed to the rest of the galaxy.
Just the revelation that he’d been at the Star of Pleasure club had ended a Teran Five minister’s career. That information came out because of the Brotherhood. Yet when the vid streamers ran the story on Princess Sera Placido, it was salacious gossip and didn’t hurt her standing at all. In fact, Leo found her people liked her infamous—mostly unearned—reputation. So the Brotherhood wanted her disgraced, not killed. Or was there more to it?
She stirred beneath his gentle touch, her smile drowsy and beautiful. “Good morning.”
He kissed each wrist. “Good morning, my love. Did you get enough sleep?”
Her arms wrapped around him. “Sleep? Yes. Sex? No.”
He laughed. “My insatiable princess.”
Her lips brushed his neck, and she nibbled on his ear. “My gentle Master.”
It shook him. The word “Master” from her lips, like she meant it, like she wanted him to be her master, rocked him off-kilter as nothing ever had. Not even Shanie’s death had left him this off center, this fearful.
“I would love to indulge you, sweetheart,” he said softly. “But we have work to do.”
She sat up on one elbow. “And you have some explaining to do.”
He nodded. “About what happened on Placido.”
“You have to admit, it was pretty strange.”
She had no idea.
He took a deep breath. How could he explain it? There was so much to tell. He decided to hit the highlights. “Your people and mine are connected in the distant past.” It had been odd the way the information had flooded his mind. The planet’s power had flowed through him like an electrical current. “But where our people viewed power as a natural process, a human condition, your people fought to control it and wield it rather than allow it to just be.”
“I often felt like I was being devoured, not trying to force it,” she said with a frown. “It was like it wanted to control me.”
“Do you feel that way about me?”
She blinked. “I did.”
“And you don’t now? Why?”
A line appeared on her brow. “I know you only want to bring me pleasure, and my surrender turns us both on.”
He nodded. “My dominance also turns us both on. It’s give-and-take. That’s how the planet’s power works. But five hundred years ago, one of the council members forced the planet’s power into a violent mode.” Leo reached out and stroked her arm. “Like a dominant who has grasped power for power’s sake, the planet began to take and give nothing in return. It killed the council member who attempted to bend its will and then proceeded to drain its people. It knew no other way.” A wounded animal was just as dangerous. “Your people left, their psychic connection to the planet broken; the planet is alone and empty.”
Sera blinked. “Oh, I never realized—” She shook her head. “I only felt the pain, never its source.”
“No, none of your line did until it was too late. Your mother tried to control the power and ended up dying for it.”
“My mother?” She frowned. “How do you know that about my mother?”
He stroked her hair. “I spoke to her when I was at the temple. In fact, I saw several of Placido’s past leaders. I don’t know how, but their consciousness was preserved by the planet.” It was difficult for him to explain. “Somehow I was able to talk to your mother’s spirit. It’s their knowledge I have.” He kissed her forehead. “You were right to be afraid. The planet was operating on instinct alone. It would have killed you too.”
“What now?”
“Now, we take care of the Brotherhood.”
“Oh?” She bent down and pressed her lips to his cheek, then ran her fingers through his hair.
“We need to take them out, or they’ll continue to hunt you.” God, he didn’t know if he could resist her warm mouth on his skin, her sweet hands in his hair. He’d never thought he could be distracted by a woman, but Sera created new feelings, new sensations.
She sighed, her breasts pressed against his bare skin. “Oh, okay.” She stretched her arms over her head. “How are we going to do that?”
“By visiting a club and drawing them out.” He brushed his lips over hers.
When her gaze met his, he admired the determination, the strength in her. She nodded. “Whatever you say.”
Why did that frighten him so much?
* * *
“The best way to attract the Brotherhood is to make a public splash they won’t miss,” Conner stated.
Leo draped his arm behind his mate and squeezed her shoulder. The idea of Sera as a target didn’t sit easy with him, but he knew it was the only way to expose the ones who wanted to kill her. “Easy to do. The princess is big news.”
Rhea nodded. “We’ll have to reserve space at one of the clubs you usually visit, Princess.”
“Call me Sera, please,” his mate said with a warm smile. “I regularly visit four, mainly because they have very strict confidentiality rules. Those probably won’t work.”
“I don’t know, love,” Leo said. “They’ve been able to infiltrate all of them regardless of their rules.”
“You’re right. Well, since we’re all going undercover, which one is most comfortable for you?”
“I like Nova on Teran Five,” Conner said.
Leo shook his head. “Too far. How about Mina’s? On Elison?”
“That might work.” Rhea frowned, then raked her hand through her short blonde hair. “Isn’t Mina’s public fornication, though? Do w
e want to be in the open like that?”
“To draw the enemy out, it might be the perfect choice.” Leo tapped his fingers on the table. He didn’t like it at all, even though it was his idea. If it were just another target, he could handle it. But this was his mate, his heart. He didn’t want to expose her to any more danger. Did the Brotherhood know what Sera could do? Perhaps that’s why they were trying to kill her. Leo was well aware how potent that power could be.
“Mina’s has an arena,” Rhea commented. “It’s for group sex. That way all five of us could participate and provide protection.” Her blue gaze slid to Shaun, standing quietly by the door. “That is, if you’re willing to help.”
Shaun’s lips tightened. “I’m willing.”
“That’s good considering how much trust we’re putting in you,” Rhea said, her eyes narrowed.
“I don’t give a shit if you trust me,” Shaun snapped. “I only care if…Leo trusts me.”
What had happened on Placido had impacted Shaun more than Leo had intended. He hadn’t missed the hesitation when Shaun said his name. He had been going to say Master, not Leo. The punishment Leo had delivered had gone deeper than he had thought possible. “I trust you, Shaun.” He met Rhea’s skeptical glance. “I’m afraid you’ll have to take my word that Shaun is completely trustworthy.”
“Rhea and I haven’t had good luck trusting people,” Conner reminded him. Like he needed to know. They’d all been duped by General Halloway. The general had told Rhea that Conner had caused the death of her family, encouraged her to hunt Conner down to kill him. The general had betrayed Conner to the Brotherhood and almost killed him. And the general had ordered Leo murdered by the Primarians. A legacy of lies, betrayal, and death lay in their past.
Shaun’s gaze met his. He winced, a quick scrunch of his facial muscles. He nodded. “I know what they need.”
“No. I promised,” he told Shaun.
Shaun’s eyes widened. “But—”
“Absolutely,” Leo said firmly. “They can distrust you all they want. I don’t, and I won’t.”
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