Toymaker's Pet (Dark Star Doms Book 2)

by Ivy Barrett

  “Does Matthias know you’re here?” His angry gaze moved from her to Slade and back.

  “This isn’t a lab.” She folded her arms on the rim of the tub and smiled at him. The anger they’d incited still simmered. Could they trigger any other emotions as well? “What I do here is my own business.”

  “There are two stages left before penetration.” His gaze drifted to her naked breasts. “I reviewed the agenda last night.”

  “This isn’t one of the tests.” Slade wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her back against his body.

  Confusion defused Iram’s anger. He stared at them, a massive erection tenting the front of his swim trunks. Slade cupped her breasts, his thumbs stroking her nipples. She sighed, arching her back as she rested her head against Slade’s shoulder.

  Iram licked his lips, desire boiling up through his uncertainty.

  “Would you like to join us, or are you going to stand there and watch?”

  Chapter Eight

  Slade groaned as her sultry question sent a fresh rush of blood to his already aching cock. Her soft bottom rubbed against him, full breasts filling his hands.

  “You want both of us—together?”

  She eased away from him, and Slade felt the loss with every molecule of his sex-starved body. No, it was more than sex with Bryce. He’d spent hours analyzing why she had appealed to him so deeply from the first moment he’d walked into the outer office and seen the poignant mixture of determination and pain. She was no ordinary woman.

  “What is next on the agenda?” she asked with a siren’s smile.

  “Oral stimulation.”

  “Then let’s practice for the test. I came so fast when you licked me before, it was over before I realized what you intended.”

  Iram looked at Slade. “Is this permissible?”

  Slade chuckled. “I’m pretty sure we’re bending the rules, but who’s to know? Matthias is still asleep. If the lady wants to be licked, I say we lick her.”

  Iram started toward the stairs.

  “No clothes in the tub.” Bryce arched her brow. “We’re both naked. I want to see what you’re hiding beneath those trunks.”

  Iram laughed, and Bryce glanced at Slade. Can you hear me? Her telepathic signal just barely penetrated his shield. He eased the intensity of the barrier, enabling him to respond.

  Are you sensing anything from him?

  The surges are inconsistent and unpredictable, but he is feeling emotions. When he laughed a second ago, it made my entire body tingle.

  Slade smiled. We’ll have to see if we can recreate that sensation.

  She turned back to Iram as he kicked his garment aside. Slade shook his head. Her eyes rounded owlishly and her jaw dropped. Matthias didn’t do anything halfway.

  He looks so real. No one will ever know…except…he’s enormous!

  “Do I pass inspection?” Iram stroked his cock from base to tip, pride gleaming in his eyes.

  “I’m not sure.” She licked her lips. “Bring that monster over here. I need a closer look.”

  Grinning, Iram strolled to the edge of the tub and knelt. His cock arched toward her face. She tentatively encircled him with her fingers, passing her thumb over the flared tip. Cupping his heavy balls in one hand, she stroked his shaft with the other. Iram moaned, his eyes drifting shut. She swayed toward him, lips parted.

  “Oh no, you don’t.” Slade dragged her away, pulling her arms behind her back. “We’re going to stimulate you.”

  “But I enjoy giving oral stimulation as much as I enjoy receiving it.”

  “Maybe later.” Shifting both her wrists into one hand, he tangled his fingers in her hair. He guided her head back, angling her face so he could kiss her. She turned into the kiss, her tongue stroking over his. His lips moved against hers, his tongue exploring the sleek heat inside her mouth.

  The water level rose as Iram joined them in the tub. Iram cupped her breasts, bending to suck first one nipple then the other. He moved back and forth while she trembled and moaned. She moved her tongue with more urgency, her torso arching. Slade sucked on her tongue, matching his motion to the firm pulls of Iram’s mouth.

  She gasped—her body stiffening between them. Slade chuckled, releasing her mouth. “Did you just come?”

  “I’m sorry,” she panted. “I—”

  “Don’t apologize. Come as often as you like. We’ll never leave you wanting. But we will try to make it last longer than ten seconds.” She closed her eyes, and Slade suspected she was remembering the cruel bastard who had inherited her. “We will never leave you wanting. Do you understand?”

  She nodded and opened her eyes.

  “Can you kneel, or is the water too deep?” he asked Iram.

  Iram sank to one knee then the other. The water sloshed around his shoulders, but his face was well above the waterline.

  “Lift her legs to your shoulders and give the lady what she wants.”

  Slade adjusted his hold, hooking his arms beneath hers and supporting her back as Iram lifted her out of the water. Iram situated himself between her thighs, her long legs draped over his shoulders. The position thrust her breasts upward, her head resting on Slade’s shoulder. He glanced at the golden choker and frowned. They’d have to find a way to get it off her. She no longer belonged to her former employer.

  “Tell me what he’s doing.” He whispered the words into her ear, and her nipples tightened in response. “I can only see his mouth covering you.”

  “His mouth is warm.” Her breath hitched and her hips jerked. “He just found my clit and he’s flicking it with his tongue.”

  “Gently, Iram,” Slade coached. “Let the tension build.”

  Bowed between them like an erotic bridge, her body sent Slade’s pulse racing. Her breasts quivered with each ragged breath, her belly flinched and her silky thighs framed Iram’s face. Slade watched Iram’s mouth move against her pussy. Slade wanted to take his place, to taste her, fill his mouth with her cream, thrust his tongue deep as she writhed in pleasure.

  She bucked, grinding against Iram’s mouth. Slade caught a glimpse of Iram’s tongue as it pushed into her core. This was torture! Cradling her close to his face, Iram reached around her hips and parted her folds. His lips closed on her clit, and Bryce cried out sharply. Her slender body shook. Her back arching as Iram guided her through wave after wave of release.

  “You do that very well.” Slade kissed Bryce on the temple.

  “Thank you.” Iram raised his face and grinned.

  “Would you like to return the favor?” Slade pulled her into his arms, walking slowly toward the stairs.

  “What did you have in mind?” She sounded sleepy and they’d only just begun.

  “I want you to sit on my face while you thank Iram for that fabulous orgasm.”

  “It would be my pleasure.”

  Iram followed silently.

  What are you sensing from him?

  Guilt and a hint of jealousy. He’s not sure we should be doing this, and he doesn’t want you touching me.

  Are his emotions stabilizing?

  I was a little distracted before, but they seem to be clearer now.

  Are you okay with this?

  He heard her laughter in his mind. Now who’s feeling guilty? I’m fine.

  “Iram, grab a stack of towels. This floor is hard.” Unwilling to deprive himself of her silky warmth, Slade held her against his chest while Iram unfolded the towels. Slade brushed his lips against hers as he set her down beside their makeshift bed. He lay down on his back and raised his hand. “Come here.”

  Bryce looked at Slade, spread before her like a banquet. She wanted to explore every millimeter of his toned body with her hands and her mouth. His gaze smoldered with desire. Did he realize his emotions were passing across the telepathic link along with his thoughts? Probably not, or he wouldn’t be so relaxed.

  Iram touched her shoulder, drawing her attention away from Slade. “I believe he said something about you
sitting on his face.”

  Tingles ricocheted through her body. Passion radiated off Iram in waves. His programming had solidified that path. She stepped over Slade, pausing with one foot on either side of his head. She knew he liked to look, so she eased her legs apart and reached for Iram.

  “Kiss me.”

  Iram cupped her breast as his tongue surged into her mouth. He tasted of her pleasure, pleasure he’d given selflessly. Slade caressed her legs, stroking as high as he could reach. Feminine power welled within her. She was free to express herself in any way she wanted. There were no Masters here, just three people enjoying the emotions flowing unhampered between them.

  “Help her down, Iram. Stop teasing me.”

  The urgency in Slade’s voice made Bryce smile. “Should we take pity on him? You could use those clever fingers again to—”

  “Enough!”

  Iram helped her straddle Slade’s face on her knees. She expected Slade to attack her with demanding kisses and punishing licks. Instead he feathered kisses along her inner thighs and against her folds.

  “I believe showing you my appreciation was the other half of his suggestion.” She wrapped her fingers around Iram’s shaft and leaned forward, circling his tip with her tongue.

  “Oh…oh gods!”

  She looked up along his muscular body and met his passion-drugged gaze. “No one has ever done this for you before?”

  “Not that I remember.” He glanced away, embarrassment foreshadowing his next confession. “I’ve used the simulator.”

  “I see.”

  Slade parted her folds and traced her slit from back to front with the tip of his tongue. She sighed, her warm breath wafting across Iram’s skin. He groaned. What a wonderful chain reaction. Closing her lips around the plush head of his cock, she moved her hands to his hips. He caressed her face, his eyes squeezed shut.

  She circled Iram with her tongue and sucked on his tip while Slade went to work between her thighs. Iram moved his hands to her breasts, pulling firmly on her nipples. Bryce shook, her thighs flexing as her hands clutched Iram’s hips. Desire swirled around her and through her. Iram’s wonder combined with Slade’s aching need, intensifying each sensation.

  Tilting her head back, she took Iram deep as Slade pushed his tongue into her core. She cried out, the sound muffled. Iram shifted his stance, pulling back nearly out of her mouth. “I have to move. Is that okay? This feels so damn good!”

  Her fingers dug into his hips, her mouth creating a firm circle around his shaft. He moved steady and strong, his fingers rolling her nipples. He thrust faster, his hands returning to her face.

  “I’m sorry.” Iram pushed to the back of her throat. His big body shuddered violently. Bryce waited for the warm spurt of his seed. He panted, shuddering again and again. “I’m sorry.” He dragged his cock from her mouth, snatched a towel off the floor and fled.

  Bryce sat back on Slade’s chest, panting softly. “When he came, he didn’t…”

  “Ejaculate?”

  She nodded.

  Slade stroked her thighs, his gaze fixed between them. “Iram’s damage was so extensive we had to prioritize what we fixed first. Besides, he has no way of producing semen.”

  “But if he had a way of producing semen, could Matthias… Are there models that…”

  Heaving a frustrated sigh, he slid her down his body as he sat up. She rested across his lap, her legs wrapped around his hips. “It’s a very common option in pleasure ’bots. Why is this an issue?”

  She couldn’t tell him, but she wanted to tell him. “I have a friend who was in an accident. Nothing as severe as Iram’s, but his penis and one of his testicles had to be removed.”

  “There are several hospitals on Halley Prime that handle reconstructive surgery.” He ran his index finger down the side of her face, his gaze locked with hers. “I can recommend a surgeon when your friend is ready for the procedure.”

  “Thank you.” She turned her face away. If only it were that simple.

  “Why did Iram apologize? Could you tell from his emotions?” He pushed her hair behind her shoulders and caressed her cheek with his thumb.

  “He was overwhelmed. I sensed pleasure, guilt and anger, but it’s impossible for me to sort out what inspired each emotion.”

  He chuckled, turning her face until she looked into his eyes. “Iram wasn’t the only one overwhelmed.” His mental shield was at full strength again, barring her from his feelings.

  Her body wrapped around his, but loneliness still loomed. Night after night Akim made her long for a comforting touch, a passionate embrace, the completeness she’d only glimpsed with Levon. Her lips trembled. She pressed them together, aching.

  Slade brushed her lips with his. “What’s wrong?”

  She fought back tears, but her breath escaped with a sob. “I need you.” She found his cock and guided it toward her entrance. “I need this.”

  Cupping her bottom with both hands, he pulled her closer, driving his shaft deeper until her body was flush with his. She wrapped her arms around his neck and concentrated on the fullness.

  “Better?”

  “No.” She tightened her inner muscles, determined not to beg. “I can’t—feel you.” For so long she’d fought against her emotions, against sensation forced on her, that she’d become numb and hollow.

  Clutching her to his chest, he struggled to his knees then laid her back across the towels. He lifted her hips and pushed to the hilt. “How’s that?”

  She hesitated, unwilling to reveal her weakness, her need. “Better,” she whispered, and unlocked her ankles. She raised her hands over her head as if she were bound, then parted her lips inviting his kiss.

  Slade fit his mouth over hers and kissed her gently. She savored the tenderness, let it warm and soothe her, yet the restlessness remained, the need for something she didn’t quite understand.

  His lips pulled away for a moment as he studied her face, copper gaze moving slowly over her flushed features. “Please, Master.” She whispered the title, praying he’d understand what she needed.

  His lips returned to hers and his tongue filled her mouth. Then he drew his hips back and drove deep, mirroring the possessive movement with his tongue. She yielded, surrendered, offering her body for the pleasure of her Master as she’d done so many times before.

  Yet Slade wasn’t really her Master. He’d made no claim, so each forceful thrust reinforced her isolation. He filled her body while he held himself back, safe behind his barricade.

  Tearing his mouth from hers, Slade lowered her hips and stared into her eyes. “I don’t want to hurt you.” His cock bucked inside her body, his gaze bright with conflict and desire. “Surely you realize I care about you. You have to know how much I want you. I’m not hiding. My shield protects you.”

  Stunned by the accuracy of his words, she stared up at him. Could he read her mind? Sense her feelings? Why wouldn’t he tell her anything about his abilities? She wasn’t going to argue, not while her body burned for release. He obviously didn’t realize she’d sensed his emotions earlier.

  “You don’t believe me.” His gaze narrowed and he shook his head. “Minimize your sensitivity or I’ll burn you out.”

  He grasped the underside of her knees, pushing her thighs up and back, spreading her legs wide. Dragging his cock nearly out of her, he lowered his shield with his next thrust. Scalding desire inundated her empathic receptors, and Bryce screamed. Lust, savage and demanding, coursed through her body. He thrust again, and she came in rhythmic spasms, feeling more pain than pleasure.

  “Had enough?” He ground out the words between clenched teeth.

  “No! Do it again.”

  His body slammed into hers. Passion, longing and concern accompanied each deep thrust. She relished the fullness of his cock moving in her core, but she absorbed each emotion with greedy hunger. Akim fed her torment and pain, loathing and hatred. She was ravenous for pleasure in any form.

  “Don’t hold back. Pl
ease, sir. You aren’t hurting me.”

  “Are you sure?”

  She laughed and tightened her inner muscles. “More. Please!”

  Awe tingled through the next wave of emotion. Bryce trembled, exhilarated by his response. She watched his face. Tension eased from his expression, replaced by tenderness. He slid in and out with careful force. She entwined her fingers and arched her back, abandoned to the pleasure.

  He leaned forward, bending her nearly in half as his mouth settled over hers. His tongue moved between her lips, keeping time with his cock. She offered him her body and her mind, utterly submitted, thrilled by the intensity of their joining.

  Hesitation clouded his mind. He was still afraid he’d hurt her.

  Don’t fight it, sir. Let me feel you come. She sent the encouragement directly to his brain.

  With a strangled groan, he buried himself to the hilt. Her open mouth captured his shout. His pleasure saturated her mind, triggering a powerful orgasm inside her. Each rhythmic tightening of her pussy prolonged his release, which in turn intensified her pleasure.

  Bryce turned her head to the side, panting harshly. Tingles still danced along her nerve endings. She smiled then laughed, but a tear escaped the corner of her eye. He eased her legs to his hips, bracing himself on his forearms, careful not to separate their bodies.

  His thumb caught the tear before it disappeared into her hair. “Are you all right?”

  She tried to explain but words eluded her. Without telling him about Akim, she couldn’t make him understand. “I’m better than all right.” She managed a smile and pressed a kiss into the center of his palm. “Why were you so convinced you’d hurt me?”

  He’d opened his mouth to answer when a shrill alarm preempted his words. The computer’s voice rang out over the general comlink. “Medical emergency. Slade to Matthias’ quarters, stat!”

  Chapter Nine

  Three days passed as Slade struggled to stabilize Matthias. Bryce spent much of her time in the lounge, damning her helplessness. She sat at the library terminal, her chin resting on her hand. After rereading the same page for the third time, she closed the file.