Toymaker's Pet (Dark Star Doms Book 2)

by Ivy Barrett

  Folding her arms over her breasts, she decided how far she wanted to take this.

  “Here’s the deal, darlin’. You can do whatever we say for as long as we say, and we’ll take turns making you come. Or you can resist, and we fuck you together and then go back to the entertainments below.”

  “Now that’s not much of a choice. Either way, I get fucked.”

  “That about sums it up.”

  She ran her fingernail down the front of her dress. The material parted, framing her matching lingerie. A corset clung to her torso, supporting her breasts but leaving her pierced nipples exposed. Sheer blue stockings accented her long legs, and a silk thong barely covered her mound.

  She kicked off her shoes and pulled her arms from the sleeves of her dress. As she turned to lay the garment over her chair, one of the men whistled.

  “Now that is one fuckable ass.”

  “How do you want to do this?” one of the blonds asked. “On the floor or—”

  “Surely you’re not asking me,” she snapped. The point of the fantasy was not to have to think about anything!

  The brunet stomped to her and tangled his fingers in her hair. “He may not know what he wants, but I sure as hell do. Open your mouth. I want to taste you.”

  She parted her lips and accepted the warm thrust of his tongue. What his kiss lacked in skill, it made up for in enthusiasm. One of the blonds knelt behind her and stroked her smooth ass cheeks. He traced the cords of her thong until they disappeared between her thighs.

  “Move her legs apart, Matt. I want to lick her pussy.”

  She opened her eyes and smiled at the brunet. “I’m going to call you ‘Matthias’.”

  “Is that my name, or will it make me angry?”

  “Wait.” She pushed them both away. “This is better. I like this a lot. You two get undressed. You’re going to fuck me together on my desk, and Matthias is going to walk in on us. Matthias, you’ll be furious yet remorseful because you know you drove me to this. Once they leave, you’ll punish me with pleasure for the rest of the night.”

  “I want to be Matthias,” the annoying blond complained.

  Petra glowered at him. “I told you to get undressed.”

  “Yes, Mistress.”

  She cringed. Why had Four sent her a sub? He knew better than that.

  Matthias strolled toward the door while the blonds shed their robes. “Give us enough time to really get into it.” He raised his hand, acknowledging her command. “You, get on my desk.”

  The sub lay back across her desk. His cock arched nearly to his navel. Well, that was a pleasant surprise. Maybe Four knew what he was doing after all. The other blond grabbed her around the waist from behind and pressed his cock into the crack of her ass.

  “Do you feel that?”

  “Yes,” she whispered. Her nipples peaked and her pussy fluttered at his aggression.

  “Mount the sub and offer me your ass.”

  This one had real potential. He swatted her ass hard, and she yelped.

  “I gave you an order. Why did you hesitate?” He grabbed her panties and ripped them from her body. The sturdy cords dug deep before snapping beneath his forceful yank. She trembled, her pulse raced and heat suffused her face.

  He turned one of the chairs around so she faced the seat. “Bend over and spread your legs.”

  She bent from the waist, bracing herself against the chair.

  “Wider. I want to see your cunt cream while I spank your ass.”

  Moving her legs wide, she waited for the first stinging slap. It had been months since she’d had a good spanking. This was just what she needed. His fingers found her clit and she jerked.

  “Hold still!”

  What the fuck is he doing? He slapped her ass with one hand and squeezed her clit with the other. Gods, why hadn’t she thought of this? Her ass cheeks heated while his clever fingers accelerated the pleasure.

  His second swat was fast and hard, and the pressure of his fingers around her clit became a punishing clamp. She cried out, back arching as her body struggled to process the new sensations. He spanked her again and his fingers created a tantalizing pulse of pressure, pinching and releasing each time his large hand connected with her ass.

  It was horribly pleasurable, intoxicating, yet painful. She tossed her head and gripped the chair until her nails tore into the synth-leather covering the chair. His cruel fingers left her clit for the last two swats, but it didn’t matter. The nerve cluster pulsed on with a life of its own.

  “Now mount the sub.”

  Petra whimpered. One more slap and she’d have come. Her clit throbbed from his firm squeezes, and her ass stung as she walked to her desk. Sensitized, aware, she tingled all over. The sub locked his hands behind his head, his cock still impressively hard. She climbed onto her desk and lowered herself onto him.

  The Master unlaced her corset and tossed it aside. “Bend over and offer me your ass.”

  Without hesitation, Petra leaned forward, pressing her breasts against the sub as she reached back and parted her cheeks for the Master.

  He hesitated. What was wrong? There had been nothing hesitant in his manner until now. Smiling, she reached into her desk drawer and handed him a slender tube.

  “Oh you naughty, naughty girl. What kind of woman has lube in her desk?” He inserted the tip and squeezed. Warm moisture filled her ass.

  She was naughty. He should spank her some more.

  The door to her office slid open, and she groaned. Matthias better realize she— The thought ground to a halt when Thorne entered the office, followed by a man she didn’t know.

  “What the fuck is this? Thorne, get out of here.”

  “Don’t stop on my account. This is precisely the sort of spectacle I adore.” Immaculately dressed in an expensive-looking suit, the bearded man moved to one of the chairs in front of her desk and sat. His dark eyes assessed her naked body with bland interest.

  Was it less humiliating to get off the sub or stay mounted? She looked at Thorne, demanding an explanation with her furious expression.

  “May I present Potentate Akim oct Renarr.” Thorne motioned toward the seated man.

  Unbelievable! Why had Thorne escorted the enemy to her office like an honored guest? Her nails bit into her palms as she clenched and unclenched her hands.

  “Would you please give me a moment to compose myself?”

  “I’d much rather watch that young stud stuff his cock up your ass, but we seem to have unnerved him.” He motioned to the blond’s flaccid penis. “Does this happen often?”

  “Just when strangers barge in on my scene.” He looked at Petra. “Is this part of the show, Mistress?”

  “No.” She disentangled herself from the sub and climbed off her desk as gracefully as she could. “You may go.”

  Her guests shuffled from the office, leaving Thorne and Akim. She reached for her dress, which was draped over the seat beside the potentate.

  He grabbed the garment and pointed to her chair. “Sit down.”

  Still naked, Petra sat. If he was hoping to humiliate her, he was headed for disappointment. She had always felt empowered by her nudity. “What brings you to the Dark Star?”

  Akim laughed, spreading her dress across his legs as he leered at her breasts. “A runaway pet.”

  “All of the really exotic fetishes are accommodated by our simulators. There are no animals at the Dark Star.”

  “Is that supposed to be funny?”

  She folded her hands on her desktop and met his gaze directly. “I don’t find any of this funny. Tell me what you want, or get the hell out of my establishment.”

  “With one com, I can have this establishment closed permanently. Don’t provoke me.” He leaned forward. “Bring Bryce to me and I’ll be on my way.”

  “It’s not that simple. I can’t get to the level where she’s being held.”

  His dark brows arched. “I thought this was your establishment.”

  “I can send
down a message and see if they respond.”

  * * * * *

  “This is extraordinary. I feel like I’m twenty again.” Matthias laughed. “No, I never felt this good, even at twenty.”

  Bryce smiled. It had only taken two days for Matthias’ personality to take over Iram. Slade still monitored him closely to make sure nothing went wrong, but all indications pointed toward a dazzling success. She’d finally convinced Slade to take the body off life-support and begin arrangements for its disposal.

  Dixie rolled into the lounge, positioning herself in front of Bryce.

  “I have a message for Bryce,” the ’bot said. The panel in her chest flipped over. A plaintive moan erupted before the image focused. Petra lay spread-eagled on her desk, wrists and ankles securely cuffed. She writhed, her hips tossing. Thorne was secured to her office chair, forced to watch the spectacle. Akim stepped into view.

  “It’s time to come home, Bryce. I’m hoping you’ll bring a guest with you, but with or without, I want you up here now.” He paused, touching the control band on his wrist. Petra screamed. “Take your time. I have plenty to entertain me.” The image zoomed in on Petra, displaying the familiar triggers of the stimulator.

  Bryce tasted bile in the back of her throat. “Is he up there now?”

  “Recording was made three minutes ago,” Dixie told her.

  “What do we do? We can’t leave her like that. I know what it’s like… Oh gods, do I know what it’s like.”

  Slade wrapped his arms around her. Matthias started for the archway.

  “Matthias! You can’t go storming into her office. It would be recorded for the entire galaxy to see. How do you expect the Toymaker to disappear if you’re in a cell on Borrelly?”

  “Petra may be an amoral bitch, but no one deserves that.”

  “I agree with you,” Slade responded. “We have to lure him down here.”

  “And how do we do that?” Matthias snapped.

  Slade eased Bryce away from his chest. “Respond to his message. Tell him I’ll activate the lift as soon as I see him standing there with Petra. Tell him the Toymaker wants to meet him.”

  She moved in front of the ’bot, her legs trembling and her stomach knotted. “Dixie, record my response.”

  The ’bot’s right eye illuminated. “Recording.”

  “My host has agreed to meet you, despite your atrocious behavior. Release Petra immediately and bring her to the lift. When he sees you standing there with Petra—and only Petra—you will be allowed below. Dixie, end recording and get your ass back to Petra’s office.”

  The light blinked out, and the ’bot rolled from the lounge. Bryce sank into a chair, tears blurring her vision.

  Slade squeezed her shoulder. “Don’t think about Petra. Let’s figure out how we deal with Akim once he steps off the lift.”

  “It’s probably a good thing to get Petra down here,” Matthias muttered. “She’s not going to believe I’m dead until she sees my body.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  The lift door slid open, and Petra stumbled into the corridor. Her silk wrap wasn’t belted and she clutched it to her body with trembling hands. Slade focused on the opening, waiting for Akim to emerge. A mirror on a telescoping pole protruded through the opening.

  “I’m unarmed, you cowardly bastard.”

  The mirror disappeared and Akim stepped into the hallway. “I haven’t remained in power so long without being careful.”

  “You’ve been in power less than eight months. That’s not much to brag about.”

  “Is this the Toymaker?” he asked Petra.

  She looked at Slade for guidance, and he subtly shook his head.

  “No, Matthias is much older.”

  “Take me to him.” Akim’s imperious tone made Slade grind his teeth.

  “Petra, you might want to wait here.”

  “Not on your life. I have a thing or two to say to the Toymaker myself.”

  Slade inclined his head. “I thought you might.”

  “Where is Bryce?” Akim demanded.

  “You promised to free her if she got you an appointment with the Toymaker. Correct?”

  “She is my personal property. You have no right…” He paused, slipping both hands into the pockets of his pants. “I’m disappointed with Bryce. I will want to see her before I depart.”

  Slade didn’t respond. He kept Akim in front of him.

  I knew he was a lying bastard. He had no intention of releasing me.

  Slade struggled not to smile. Be ready. Once they see the body, they’re both going to go off.

  We’ll be ready, Matthias assured him.

  Slade led them into the lab. “Open partition.” The retractable portion of the wall lifted, revealing Matthias’ body.

  Petra gasped, covering her mouth with her hand.

  “What is the meaning of this?” Akim pulled a thin hand gun from each pocket, aiming one at Slade and one at Petra.

  “You insisted on seeing the Toymaker. Well, you’re too late. He officially passed beyond two hours ago. He was exposed to a bio-weapon that—”

  “No! He survived the illness.” Petra sank to her knees beside the table. “What did you do to him? Why didn’t you take him to a doctor?”

  “I am a doctor. There is nothing anyone could have done. The virus was engineered to be aggressive and degenerative.”

  Petra clasped his wasted hand to her cheek and sobbed.

  Akim turned both weapons on Slade. “Take me to Bryce.”

  “Fuck off and die.” With a burst of psychic energy, Slade sent Akim’s pistols flying across the room. “You have hurt Bryce for the last time!”

  Slade narrowed his gaze, dragging psychic energy across the telepathic link between Matthias, Bryce and himself. Matthias filled his mind with pain and grief and allowed Bryce to absorb them. Bryce added years of suffering, anguish and loneliness. She meticulously dispersed the emotions, streaming them across the telepathic link. Slade opened his mind. His body vibrated and his brain throbbed.

  “You will never hurt anyone again!” Slade sent the emotions deep into Akim, amplifying the pulse with every fiber of his being.

  Akim screamed, sinking to his knees as he clawed at his head. He fell to his side, writhing in agony, his fingernails drawing blood.

  Petra picked up one of Akim’s guns and shot him between the eyes. The blast reduced his face to fragmented debris. She didn’t even flinch. “That was probably too easy for the bastard,” she whispered.

  Slade grabbed a sheet from one of the compartments and draped it over Akim. Bryce had enough fodder for her nightmares without seeing this.

  “Toss me his wallet.”

  “Why?”

  “He’s going to spend a large chunk of his fortune before the enforcers freeze his assets.”

  Slade shook his head. “Ever the entrepreneur.”

  “I don’t want his money. I’m going to give it to Bryce.”

  “Did it work?” Matthias asked as he came skidding into the lab, Bryce on his heels.

  Bryce glanced at the blood-soaked sheet and then focused on Slade. “Did his head explode?”

  Slade laughed. He couldn’t help it. She was just too damn adorable. “With a little help from a pulse pistol.”

  She knelt beside Akim’s body, and Slade’s stomach lurched. What was she doing?

  “Help me get this thing off.” She pulled her hair over her shoulder and motioned toward the nape of her neck. “Squeeze his index finger and thumb on top of the symbol.”

  Slade knelt beside her and maneuvered Akim’s fingers into position. Nothing happened. He squeezed harder and the thrall collar separated with a soft pop.

  Bryce snatched it from around her neck and tossed it onto Akim’s lifeless chest. “Yes!” She looked at him, her eyes brimming with happy tears.

  Slade helped her to her feet and pulled her into his arms, pressing kisses along her unfettered neck.

  “How did he get past security with a pulse p
istol?” Matthias asked.

  Petra advanced on him, her eyes narrowed with suspicion. “Who are you?”

  “My name’s Iram. I work for…well, I worked for Matthias before he passed on.”

  She cupped her hand around his chin and turned his face this way and that. “You could be his son. Are you related?”

  “I don’t believe so.”

  “How often did he hire people without my knowing about it?” She threw up her hands and shook her head.

  “He was a wily old goat.” Slade smiled, settling his arm around Bryce’s shoulders. “He did a lot of things you’ll never know about.”

  “Thorne escorted Akim to my office.” Petra returned to the earlier question. “I’m betting Akim bribed his way past security. I’m also betting I see neither hide nor hair of that useless piece of shit when I return to my office.”

  “How do you want to handle this with the enforcers?”

  Petra winked at Slade. “You let me worry about the enforcers.” She set the gun down next to Akim’s body and rifled through his pockets until she found his wallet. “What did you do to him before I shot him?”

  “I gave him a concentrated taste of the world he’d created for Bryce.”

  Epilogue

  “Are you sure you don’t want to work for Petra?” Bryce poked Matthias in the arm as they waited for his tram to arrive. “She must have offered you fifteen positions before she finally gave up.”

  Matthias laughed. “Her fondness for different positions has always been a problem for me.”

  Bryce laughed.

  “Send us a message as soon as you get settled, Matt.” Slade gave him a quick hug.

  “Matt Sterling.” He nodded his tawny head. “I like the sound of it.”

  The tram pulled into the station, and Slade handed Matt his travel bag.

  “Marry her or I will.” With a blinding smile, Matt stepped onto the tram and waved goodbye as he found a seat.

  They stood on the platform until the tram left the station. Bryce released her breath in a ragged sigh.

  “Well, I guess we’ll have to get married. Matt’s much too old for you.”