Toymaker's Pet (Dark Star Doms Book 2)

by Ivy Barrett

  Her restlessness was driving him crazy, so he pushed her over onto her stomach then moved to kneel between her thighs. She instinctively arched her back and angled her hips, thinking he meant to fuck her. Oh he would fuck her soon, but not until her taste coated his tongue.

  Pulling up on her hips as he lowered his head, he illustrated his intention with a slow, deep lick. Her moan was muffled against the bedding, but her pleasure rolled into his mind. He trailed his tongue through her damp folds, breathing deeply of her unique scent. Then he pulled her hips higher and spread her legs wider, allowing him to reach the very center of her body.

  He pushed his tongue deep into her cunt needing to possess her in every way possible. She moaned, rocking gently, pushing herself onto his tongue. He tongue-fucked her until her juices covered his face and her taste was imprinted on his soul, only then did he shift his attention to her sweet little clit.

  Her gasps and shivers thrilled him as he teased the bundle of nerves. He gathered cream with his middle finger and carefully eased it into her ass. All of her, he needed every part of her to belong to him. His finger slid in and out of her ass as he carefully sucked on her clit. She cried out, body tensing as an orgasm blasted through her. Her ass contracted around his finger and her clit twitched against his tongue. He stroked her gently, milking every last tremor before he rolled her back to her side.

  After wiping his face with the corner of the sheet, he reached beyond her and grabbed the ointment off the nightstand. She took the container from him and flipped open the lid, obviously ready to be fucked. He chuckled, thrilled by her eagerness.

  Coating his fingers with the light blue paste, he slipped his hand between her thighs. She hooked her leg over his, making room for his hand. She held her breath as he parted her folds and began a gentle exploration.

  “How’s this feel?” he whispered against her damp skin.

  “I don’t think I need the ointment after what you just did with your mouth. I feel fine, really.”

  He chuckled. “That’s even worse than nice.”

  He pushed two fingers into her core. Her moist heat surrounded him, proving her claim. Ripples of excitement flowed across their empathic link, urging him on, taking him higher. He slid his fingers in and out, caressing her clit at the apex of each thrust. Her core fluttered and a throaty moan escaped her.

  “Come for me. Don’t hold back. I want to feel your pleasure.”

  She bent her knee and rotated her leg, giving him better access to her depths. Sporadic flares of uncertainty still hampered her response. She wasn’t used to receiving pleasure. Her hesitation fueling his determination, he increased his speed.

  “I want your cock inside me,” she panted. “This is just a tease.”

  “Then come for me and I’ll fuck you. I want to be inside you as much as you want me there.” One of her hands grasped his wrist, her nails biting into his flesh. “Now!”

  His authoritative tone was all she needed to let go. Her inner muscles squeezed his fingers with powerful spasms. Pleasure radiated from her, making his cock jerk. He waited for the last ripple to pass then eased his fingers out. Hooking his arm under her knee, he spread her legs wider. He angled his hips and found her opening with the head of his cock.

  “Ready?”

  “Gods yes!”

  He surged into her with one firm drive. They groaned in unison. He left her leg hooked over his thighs and moved his hand back to her mound. Closing his eyes, he pictured their bodies, pressed together front to back, tangled and entwined. Her legs open, her folds stretched around his thick shaft. He circled her clit and sent the vivid image into her mind.

  She trembled, whimpering softly, her arousal building in sudden bursts. Each pass of his fingertips caused her inner muscles to tighten. She stroked his shoulder and arm, every part of him she could reach. Restless and aching, she flooded his mind with urgency, saturated his senses with her need.

  He tightened his arms around her torso and swept her body beneath him. Her bottom flexed as he raised her to her hands and knees. Finally able to move, she arched and bucked, taking him deep with each frantic thrust.

  “Slow down, sweetheart. We’ve got all day.”

  She continued her demanding movements, and Slade intensified their link. Akim had left her wanting so often, she couldn’t suppress her fear. I’ll never leave you aching. You can trust me. Reinforcing his thought with tender patience, he penetrated her momentary panic. She calmed, stilled, accepting his lead.

  Pulling nearly out of her snug passage, he slid back in slowly, allowing her to feel every centimeter filling her. He cupped her breasts, reveling in their firm weight. She braced her legs and arched her back as he thrust deep, again and again.

  Tension coiled within her, flowing into him. Slade fought back his need to come. He wasn’t ready to end this, wasn’t sure he’d ever be ready. She cried out as another orgasm burst inside her, tangling her hands in the sheets. Gritting his teeth, he blocked out her pleasure. The rhythmic pulsation of her core was nearly more than he could withstand.

  Panting and trembling, she lowered her torso toward the bed and rested on her forearms. “You’re trying to kill me. I’m convinced.”

  He rubbed her back and squeezed her shoulders. Her submissive position was too tempting to resist. Dipping two fingers in the ointment, he parted her smooth ass cheeks. She groaned as he rubbed the paste over and into her puckered flesh.

  “Are you still tender here?” He’d treated her with ointment last night and he’d already teased her with one finger, but he wasn’t sure that would be enough after how forcefully he’d fucked her the night before.

  She shook her head. “I don’t want you to pull out.”

  “That’s not what I had in mind.” He pushed his middle finger into her ass and groaned. She was so tight! “I’m being greedy, I know. But I want all of you.” Slowly he worked his second finger in beside the first.

  She shivered and both her passages tightened. He wasn’t the only greedy one. Thrusting deep with his fingers, he pulled his cock back. Then he thrust in with his cock as he pulled his fingers nearly out.

  “Yes!” She buried her face against the bed, muffling her cries of pleasure.

  Encouraged by the intensity of her desire, he moved faster and thrust deeper. All the while he poured emotion into her mind, surrounding her with warmth and tenderness. Possessiveness spiked as his climax neared.

  Mine. I want you to be mine. Always mine!

  She arched hard, excitement blasting his mind in response to the thought. Burning desire and staggering pleasure swept away coherent thoughts. He gave her everything he had, and she offered herself with equal fervor.

  They joined, melded, united as reality fell away.

  Bryce screamed, her body squeezing him. Slade wrapped his arm around her hips and thrust deep. Shuddering over and over, he released his seed. They trembled and panted for a long moment, and then he eased his fingers from her body and rolled with her to his side. Her pussy still rippled with aftershocks. He grinned into her damp hair.

  “Can we start every morning like this?” Emotion thickened her tone.

  “You’ll get no argument from me.”

  * * * * *

  Slade spent the majority of the day preparing for the transfer. He analyzed every element of the previous procedure, optimizing the sequence, searching for flaws.

  “You’re going to give yourself a migraine.” Bryce moved up behind him, her hands settling on his shoulders. With firm, steady pressure, she worked at the tension knotting his neck.

  “Damn, that feels good.” He closed his eyes and lowered his chin, reveling in her touch.

  “Iram asked me to tell you that he finished his self-diagnostics and all his systems are operating at optimum.” She leaned in and nuzzled his hair. “He was a lot more fun before he realized he was a biomech.”

  “Do you still sense emotion from him? His programming hasn’t undone what you accomplished, has it?”
r />   “What we accomplished. And yes, I still sense emotion from Iram. He’s just stopped coming on to me.”

  Slade swiveled his chair around and pulled her between his legs. “I can’t say I’m upset about that.” She traced his lips with her fingertip, making him shiver. “That tickles.”

  “How much does Iram look like Matthias?”

  “You noticed his eyes?” She nodded. “In his prime, Matthias could have been Iram’s cousin, not his brother. Mainly it’s just the eyes.”

  “Iram helped me send an audio message to Akim. I told him I’d figured out a way to bring him the Toymaker, but I needed four more days.”

  “Did he respond?”

  “No. It’s possible he wasn’t on board.”

  “I’ll do the transfer tomorrow. Iram will have three days to assimilate Matthias before he pays Akim a visit.”

  Bryce shuddered. “That makes it sound like Matthias will be digested.”

  Slade pushed his hair off his forehead. “The concepts are not dissimilar. The electrical impulses that—”

  She pressed her fingers against his lips. “I’d only understand a fraction of what you’re about to say, and I’d rather talk about something else.”

  He nipped her fingers. She smiled and moved her hands to his shoulder. “Anything in particular or just something else?” Their position put his face level with her breasts. He slipped his hands under the hem of her uniform top and eased them to her waist.

  “You know practically everything there is to know about me, yet I know little more than your name.”

  He cupped her breast, and her eyelids lowered. Her nipple gathered against his palm. She was so delightfully responsive. “Practically everything? Are you still harboring secrets?”

  “Maybe.” She grabbed his wrist but left his hand on her breast. “I’m certainly not going to tell you anything more until you ’fess up.”

  “You know more than you realize.”

  “How so?”

  She sounded breathless and distracted. Foreplay should be a part of every conversation. He fought back a salacious grin. “Just like you, when I tell lies, I stay as close to the truth as possible.” He moved to her other breast, rubbing her nipple with his thumb.

  “The only thing you’ve lied about is Iram. You’ve refused to tell me anything about yourself.”

  “The story I told you about Iram was true.” He paused, waiting for her to meet his gaze. “Only, I was the victim.”

  She released his wrist and stroked his cheek, her eyes clouded with compassion. “Matthias found you—”

  “I wasn’t mutilated, but my injuries were no less severe.” He moved his hand back to her waist.

  “Does this have something to do with your abilities?”

  “This has everything to do with my abilities.” He paused again, gathering his thoughts and enjoying her touch. “I was born with minimal telepathy. It was amusing to speak mind to mind with my parents, but beyond that, my ability had no relevance.”

  Her gaze narrowed, and she tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. “You corrected me when I said empathy couldn’t be created. What happened to you?”

  “I was a third-year medical student when I was recruited by an ambitious group of scientists… To make a long story bearable, they took people like me with minimal natural abilities and enhanced them through a series of procedures and chemical treatments. I was so impressed by the result that I joined the team after I graduated from medical school.”

  “How did you end up in the alley behind the Dark Star?”

  “The project lost its funding, so the directors offered our services to the military. They were convinced that the ends justified the means. I was adamantly opposed to the new direction, but I knew too much to walk away.”

  “They tried to kill you?”

  “They brought me to the Dark Star hoping to convince me that our new benefactors were simply allowing our work to continue. I knew better. Everything our military touched became poisoned.”

  “Did the directors frequently conduct business in places like the Dark Star?”

  “The Dark Star is known throughout the sector for its opulence and decadence. This is no ordinary brothel.”

  “Halley Prime isn’t your homeworld?”

  “No. The directors didn’t want skeletons turning up in their backyard.” He pulled her closer, wanting the story finished. “When I wouldn’t come around to their way of thinking, they injected me with a lethal combination of chemicals and dumped me in the alley. Luckily for me, Matthias was standing in the shadows.”

  She ran her fingers through his hair and kissed his forehead. “Was he there for the same reason you told me originally?”

  “In a way. He’d just finished a heated argument with his lover. He wanted to end their personal relationship but continue their professional partnership, and she wasn’t happy about it.”

  “Why did they have this conversation in the alley?”

  “Because there are no secrets in the Dark Star.” He wiggled his eyebrows.

  “He didn’t want Petra eavesdropping on the conversation?”

  Slade chuckled. “Petra didn’t want her employees knowing Matthias dumped her.”

  “Matthias and Petra were lovers?” He nodded. “That’s why she hates him. She didn’t want their affair to end.” She said nothing for a long time. He waited for her to absorb all the facts. “Do your parents believe you’re dead?”

  “It’s safer for everyone if the directors believe they silenced me. Petra hooked me up with a new identity, complete with medical credentials. I’ve followed the project’s progress over the years, and they don’t seem to have advanced much beyond what they were able to accomplish when I was there.” He shrugged. “They sold their souls for nothing.”

  “What did the treatments enable you to do?”

  “I’m sporadically telekinetic, but I can transmit my thoughts and emotions with such intensity that even those without psychic abilities can receive them. You’re the first empath who didn’t find my projection painful.”

  “It may be a form of conditioning. The first time I absorbed Akim’s emotions, it made me violently ill. As the years passed—”

  “Years?” His heart clenched so hard he couldn’t speak for a second. “I thought Fahbit passed beyond seven months ago.”

  “Seven months, nineteen days. Or is it twenty?” She smiled. “I do believe I’ve lost track.”

  “If Fahbit has been dead less than a year, what did you mean?”

  “I was fourteen when I absorbed Akim’s pain for the first time. I’ve been his whipping girl for two decades.”

  Pushing to his feet, Slade wrapped his arms around her. “Never again, my love. He will never hurt you again.”

  Chapter Twelve

  “Are you positive she’s still down there?” At Petra’s question, Thorne made an impatient sound rather like a deep snort, and she wanted to smack him. “Why would Slade ignore my warning? It’s been three days.”

  “He doesn’t want to part with his fuck toy. I sure as hell wouldn’t.”

  She glared at him. “Funny you mention that. You’ve logged sixteen hours in simulator fourteen over the last three days. I was curious what you found so interesting. Imagine my surprise when my audit revealed Slade’s fuck toy. How did you… Don. You uploaded her image from Don’s recording. Did she enjoy your cock as much as she enjoyed Slade’s?”

  Thorne said nothing.

  Pushing back from her desk, Petra turned to face the security grid. Bodies writhed in a sea of decadent pleasure. An orgy had erupted in the main dungeon. “Is this scheduled or spontaneous?”

  “Spontaneous. We overbooked.”

  “I need to open another Dark Star,” she murmured.

  “Do you want me to break it up?”

  “No. It looks like everyone is enjoying themselves.” She tapped her bright blue fingernail against one section of the display. “Watch this thrall. That’s the fourth man her Mast
er has instructed her to suck. If he’s pushing her too hard, ask him to leave and send her home in one of the house shuttles.”

  “What do we do about Bryce?”

  “It’s Matthias’ ass. I don’t know why I care.”

  “Because the potentate of Renarr might storm the Dark Star looking for his pet.”

  “Good point. I’ll give them another day or two. Then you can rescue her, and I’ll return her to her rightful owner.”

  Thorne nodded and left the office. Petra relaxed in her chair, watching the orgy with dispassionate interest. Why wouldn’t Matthias see her? Their love-hate relationship had continued long after their official breakup. Weeks would go by without his saying a word, but always he came back, if only for an hour or two.

  Was it her smart-ass remark about the arms dealer? She knew Matthias felt guilty about losing his crew to that phantom disease, but that had been months ago. Why was he still punishing her?

  She needed to be punished. Perhaps she’d summon one of the Pleasure Masters. No, what she needed was a good, hard fucking. Grinning, she turned back to her desk and activated her terminal. She quickly compiled a detailed message and transmitted it to Pleasure Master Four. Four specialized in fulfilling fantasies. She utilized his services frequently.

  Anticipation curled through her belly. Cream gathered in her core, soaking her panties. How long would it take him to gather the cast and explain the rules of the game? She flipped through old files and pretended to be busy.

  She was about ready to page Four and make sure he’d gotten her message when her office door slid open. “How did you get in here? There are no entertainments on this level.”

  Three well-muscled men strode across the office. The two blonds she recognized from the orgy. She had no idea where Pleasure Master Four had found the brunet.

  “I beg to differ with you,” the dark-haired man said. “You look damn entertaining to me.”

  She stood and moved out from behind her desk. “This is a private office. You need to leave immediately.”

  “No, you need to strip or we’re going to shred that pretty blue dress.”