Toymaker's Pet (Dark Star Doms Book 2)

by Ivy Barrett

  Dark Star Doms 2: Toymaker’s Pet

  ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

  © 2017 Ivy Barrett

  Cover art by Dar Albert

  Electronic book Publication, January 2017

  With the exception of quotes used in reviews, this book may not be reproduced or used in whole or in part by any means existing without written permission from the author, Ivy Barrett.

  This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the author’s imagination and used fictitiously.

  This e-book file contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language which some may find offensive and which is not appropriate for a young audience. Please store your files wisely, where they cannot be accessed by under-aged readers.

  Author’s Note: All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

  Toymaker’s Pet

  Ivy Barrett

  Dark Star Doms 2: Desperate for freedom, royal concubine Bryce agrees to pose as a test subject for the infamous Toymaker. She’ll participate in his sexual study, submit her body to whatever form of pleasure his creative mind imagines. With sensual smiles and carnal responses, she’ll carefully earn his trust—then deliver him to her true Master.

  Slade is determined to save the life of his friend and mentor Matthias, the Toymaker. Matthias has created his most ambitious toy yet, an android into which he will transfer his being. Though amazingly lifelike, the android will remain an emotionless husk unless they can stimulate his intuitive programming. And what is more stimulating than raw, uninhibited sex?

  Passion ignites between Slade and Bryce from the moment their eyes meet. She’s supposed to arouse emotions in the android, but Slade can’t keep his hands off her. Her silky skin and evocative taste leave him desperate for more. They harbor secrets both dangerous and damning. Will passion or obligation win out in the end?

  Publisher’s Note: Toymaker’s Pet includes spankings and explicit sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book. Also note that an earlier version of this book was released by another publisher with the title Toymaker.

  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Epilogue

  Chapter One

  Halley Prime

  Bryce took a deep breath and approached the grim-faced guard standing beside the main entrance to the Dark Star. “I have an appointment with Matthias.” Her voice sounded calm but blood pounded in her ears, and her dry mouth made it hard to speak. The other two finalists might consider this a job opportunity, but Bryce had far more at stake than a high-paying position. Without direct access to the Toymaker, her mission was destined for failure.

  “Who shall I say is calling?” Tall and burly, the guard spoke with surprising decorum while his carnal interest bombarded her mind.

  She concealed her awareness behind an expressionless mask. Only the most powerful psychics could sense her empathic abilities. It was crucial that she not give herself away. “Bryce,” she supplied. At the Dark Star, no one had more than one name.

  The guard activated the audiocom on the cuff of his suit jacket. “Bryce to see you, Matthias.”

  “Show her every courtesy, Thorne. She’s here at my request.” Bryce recognized Matthias’ deep, faintly accented voice from their audio correspondence over the past few days.

  Thorne motioned her inside. She didn’t say a word, doubted any sound would make it beyond her dry throat. Should she have worn something more provocative? No, the Toymaker wanted an assistant, not a sexual companion. Besides, if the guard’s reaction was any indication, her royal-blue suit dress had been a good choice.

  Squaring her shoulders, she followed Thorne through an opulent lobby and down a corridor. They paused before massive double doors as a facial scanner verified his identity. After the beam swept her face, a synthesized voice said, “Unknown person. Please identify.”

  “Authorization two-four-nine, guest of Matthias.” Thorne directed his voice toward the console from which the scanner beam had emanated.

  “Authorization accepted. Enjoy your stay at the Dark Star.”

  The doors slid into the walls, presenting Bryce with her first look at the interior of the legendary establishment. A dramatically vaulted transparent ceiling showcased the cloudless sky. The view would be spectacular at night. A gallery overlooked the main floor, providing visitors with private rooms and a vantage point from which to watch the action below.

  Like the rumble of distant thunder, emotions rolled through Bryce. She decreased the sensitivity of her empathic receptors. Breathing deeply, she followed Thorne into a spacious room. Separated by wide archways, two additional rooms spread beyond the first.

  Massage tables lined one wall, a bubbling spa tucked in the corner. A woman lay on one of the massage tables, naked and unashamed. Lethargic pleasure emanated from her as two men and a woman worked together, smoothing oil into her skin. One of the men stood beside the table, his hand pumping between the client’s thighs.

  Bryce looked to her right. Nine separate vidscreens took up the entire wall. Each screen depicted a different sexual act in graphic detail. The figures writhed and moaned as fingers, tongues, cocks and toys thrust into every conceivable orifice.

  Pleasure ’bots awaited clients through the archway on her left. A man reclined in an adjustable chair, a mouth simulator sucking away between his thighs. His pleasure was so intense Bryce felt tingling heat between her legs. Shifting her focus to the rack of sleek, metallic units, she could only guess how each was used.

  They passed reality simulators and private training booths before Thorne led her through the final archway. A bittersweet sensation drew her attention to the man suspended off the floor. His muscular shoulders bunched from the strain, and a solid black hood covered his head. A Pleasure Mistress stood behind him, deftly striping his back with a whip. He moaned each time the lash kissed his flesh, but a potent rush of excitement—and his jutting erection—assured Bryce he appreciated the treatment.

  “The other finalists have already arrived,” Thorne grumbled. “If you’d prefer to linger here, I’ll send word to Matthias.”

  His impatience made her smile. “That isn’t very courteous.”

  “Courtesy is not my strong suit.”

  “Lead on.”

  Another facial scan admitted them to a lift. Judging from the lack of ornamentation, Bryce suspected the elevator was reserved for employees. Expecting an ascent, she pressed her hand to her stomach when the lift descended with nauseating speed.

  Thorne stared straight ahead, his hands clasped behind his back, his features expressionless. Curious, she touched his mind and sucked in a breath at the lurid scene playing out within his imagination. The torn remnants of her panties lay on the lift floor. Her knees draped over his brawny arms, which supported her weight against the wall as he rammed his cock into her again and again.

  The lift smoothly ended its plunge and the doors slid open. Bryce shook away the image. A utilitarian passageway waited beyond the threshold. Thorne motioned her onward. His professional persona never slipped. Without her gift, she would never have guessed the intensity of his lust.

  They passed several rooms, one obviously the workshop where the Toymaker desi
gned his renowned inventions. She only got a glimpse before Thorne hurried her along.

  He opened the last door on the left. “Go on in.”

  She entered the office and Thorne departed. Two women sat in chairs arranged before a large, orderly desk. One was dressed much as Bryce, the other looked more as if she belonged on the entertainment floor. Her voluptuous breasts swelled above the wide, square neckline of her skintight shirt. The scrap of material that passed for a skirt barely reached her thighs.

  She took one look at Bryce and smirked, her self-confidence obvious. Bryce seated herself in the remaining chair, the tension in her belly making her nauseous. Regardless of what it took, she had to ensure that Matthias selected her. The first obstacle standing in her way was this interview.

  The door behind the desk opened, and a man walked into the room. Casually attired in black pants and a green T-shirt, he rolled the desk chair back and sat. Bryce concealed her anxiety behind an expressionless mask. Was this Matthias? Only a select few had ever seen the elusive Toymaker.

  His swarthy skin and thick, curly black hair contrasted dramatically with his wide, copper-colored eyes. Bryce had never seen eyes so vivid. Without so much as glancing her way, he activated the terminal inset in his desktop. “Which of you is Jafran Straun?”

  The conservatively dressed woman next to Bryce raised her hand.

  “How old are you?”

  “Nineteen.”

  Panic blasted from the girl, and Bryce glanced at her, noticing for the first time her youthful features.

  “Place your hand on this panel please.” He indicated the corner of his desk, his tone brooking no refusal.

  Jafran hesitated. “All right. I’m seventeen, but I’m fully qualified.”

  “Thank you for your time. I need someone with more maturity.”

  The vamp uncrossed and re-crossed her long legs, smiling at the younger woman’s predicament.

  “Please, Mr. Matthias.” The girl’s voice broke, and her panic turned to desperation. “I really want this job. I’ve worked in pleasure centers for the past two years. I can do anything—”

  “You may go.” His gaze flashed with impatience, and a shiver sped down Bryce’s spine. What he lacked in brawn he made up for in authority. Sensing nothing from him, she eased into his mind. Nothing. How could that be? She’d never encountered anyone she couldn’t sense.

  The girl pushed back her chair and stormed from the room.

  His piercing gaze settled on the vamp. “Do you have experience in pleasure centers too?”

  “Yes, sir. I’m a certified Mistress as well as—”

  “I made it clear in the posting that I was looking for someone outside the pleasure circuit.” He waved her toward the door. “You may leave as well.”

  Bryce’s heart lurched, and she concentrated on keeping her breathing even. If he dismissed her next, her only hope at freedom would sputter out like an ember in the wind.

  “You’re the infamous Toymaker.” The vamp crossed her arms beneath her breasts. The full mounds threatened to spill over the top of her low-cut shirt. “Do you honestly expect to find someone outside the pleasure circuit who will allow the sort of testing you require?”

  “The success of my project is no longer your concern.” Cold, emphatic, his tone cracked with finality. “Feel free to enjoy the amenities before you depart.”

  She laughed, the sound anything but amused. “You just told me to go get fucked, didn’t you?”

  He folded his hands on his desktop and stared at her. His expression didn’t change.

  Pushing to her feet, she cocked her hip and glared. “I was hoping for a change of pace. I’ll just renew my contract upstairs. I’ve worked here before.”

  Matthias made no comment as the vamp left the office.

  Bryce’s stomach knotted. Would his ruthless gaze fall on her now? Sitting up straight in her chair, she took a deep breath and tried again to scan his mind. Why couldn’t she sense his emotions? This had never happened before.

  “I only invited the other two in case you didn’t keep the appointment.”

  He looked directly into her eyes, and Bryce trembled. Warm curiosity replaced the cold indifference in his expression. His gaze surrounded her, caressed her with nearly tangible intensity. Her breath hitched and her nipples tightened.

  Shaken by her body’s unexpected reaction, she inclined her head and averted her gaze. Focus, Bryce! The interview has just begun.

  Apparently her fictitious identity had checked out. She was frequently amazed by what Akim could accomplish with his generous bribes.

  “Tell me more about your background. How extensive was your training?”

  He’d dismissed the others for being too familiar with the pleasure industry. She hesitated. What did he expect from his assistant? Despite what he’d said to the vamp, his posting had been rather ambiguous.

  “Be honest with me, Bryce.” He pronounced her name with an unusual inflection, sending another rush of awareness through her body. “I’ll know soon enough anyway.”

  His features were misleading. At first glance, she’d found him ordinary, but shrewd intelligence flashed in his gaze and the angle of his jaw hinted at stubbornness. She licked her lips, struggling to find her voice. Her inability to sense his emotions tightened the knots in her stomach.

  “On my homeworld, the pleasure industry is different than it is here on Halley Prime. Only the rich can afford trained companions, so only a select few are chosen to be trained.”

  “What did your training entail?”

  She gave up trying to penetrate his calm reserve and concentrated on the story she was weaving. Her future depended on his accepting her lie. “Each training program is tailored to the employer. I was hired by a man who preferred his companions obedient without being overtly submissive.”

  His gaze remained intent upon her face. “How many lovers have you had in the past five years?”

  “One.” It was more or less true. Would the fact work to her advantage? Her heart thudded within her breast. Damn. She’d never realized how heavily she relied on her empathy. “If my employer learned of any infidelity, I would have been turned out without a reference.”

  “Why did your employer terminate your contract?”

  “He didn’t.” She paused. “He passed beyond.”

  Matthias nodded, some of the tension leaving his posture. “You’ve been trained to enjoy the full range of sexual pleasure, yet your actual experience has been limited.”

  “That’s a fair assessment, yes.”

  “I suspect you’ll be perfect for this project, but there is one final assessment on which I must insist.”

  Scooting to the edge of her chair, she braced herself for his explanation. He made sex toys. There was no doubt she would be expected to perform some sexual act, but which one? It didn’t really matter. Regardless of what he asked, she would do it. She had no choice. Akim had seen to that. “What do you want me to do?”

  Slade turned off the terminal and studied Bryce. She was the most confounding combination of defiance and innocence. Bursts of anger flashed through her carefully guarded expression, making him wonder why she was really here.

  Matthias had always been reclusive, but the rapid deterioration in his condition made the deceptions necessary. Bryce sat soldier straight, knees pressed together, hands folded in her lap. Her black hair cascaded down her back in a sleek wave. High cheekbones disrupted the perfect oval of her face, adding character and dimension to her features.

  Her determination intrigued him while her beauty aroused. This could be interesting.

  “Some people are unable to respond to sexual stimuli in a laboratory setting.” Slade focused on her extraordinary eyes. Tilted at an exotic angle, they were the brightest shade of blue he’d ever seen. “Modesty is out of the question. We’ll expect your full cooperation should you accept this position.”

  Licking her lips, she drew his attention to her mouth. Shaped like an ancient bow
, with the lower lip slightly fuller than the top, her mouth begged to be kissed—or bestow kisses. Was her body as perfect as her face? Slade’s gut clenched in anticipation, but he ignored the sudden pressure in his crotch. He couldn’t lose sight of the project objective. This wasn’t about him, and it wasn’t about Bryce, regardless of how compelling he found her.

  She cleared her throat, shifting on her chair. “Will it only be sexual stimuli, or will I be expected to interact with—”

  “You’ll be expected to willingly participate in any and all scenarios. To accurately compare a simulation, one must experience the real thing.” She didn’t reply, so he rephrased the statement. “Let’s make sure we understand each other. We will need you to engage in a variety of sex acts with a combination of pleasure ’bots and human test subjects. During these sex acts, your responses will be observed and recorded. Is this agreeable to you?”

  Uncertainty flickered in her gaze, but she banished it with the blink of her eyes. “How many test subjects? Will they be male or female?”

  “If you accept the position, we’ll need a detailed description of your sexual experience and preferences. We’ll plan the scenarios accordingly.” He smiled, wanting her to relax, needing to understand her momentary fear. “We’re in the pleasure business. It would be counterproductive to subject you to situations you find distasteful.” She nodded, fiddling with a button on the front of her dress. “If you wish to continue, I’ll go set up the lab.”

  “I wish to continue.” She arched one eyebrow before adding, “You keep saying ‘we’. Who are you referring to?”

  “I’ll explain everything, if you pass the final phase of the interview.” Slade pushed back from the desk and left the office, using the same door through which he’d entered.

  * * * * *

  Strapped in his hover chair, his eyes bright and alert in his wasted face, Matthias gazed through the observation window. “Aren’t you glad we decided to keep the project small?” Humor lightened his wheezing tone. “She’s got me hard, and I didn’t think the little guy still had it in him.”