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Sex Slaves 03 Waiting for Dawn

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by Lorie O'Clare


  A warm breeze lifted the hair from her back, making it sway gently above her ass. Her skin was moist, the suns bearing down on her. She wore a dress made from the thin fabric so many Poltarian women wore. No longer did she dress like a slave. The slightly see-through fabric stayed in style so that women of culture could show off their lavish tattoos. Dawn had no desire to adorn her body with the beautiful ink drawings. But the thin material was suitable for her hot climate.

  She squatted in front of the large rock that marked where her mother lay in rest. She’d dug the grave herself, lifted her mother’s limp body and placed it in the hole in the ground. Tears had burned her eyes when she’d covered her mother with dirt, never to see her face again.

  “We’re going to make a good home here,” she said, brushing the dirt from the stone. “You would be proud of me.”

  She hoped that was the case. Sighing, she leaned back on her haunches, unable to keep her gaze from Molten, hovering above her, for very long.

  “Were you ever in love, Mom?” she whispered, stroking the rock, wishing she had someone to talk to about her feelings. “Did you love my father?”

  It had never been something she’d discussed with her mother, or with anyone. But right now, her mind filled with the image of Trent, she couldn’t stop the pulsing need that began in her pussy and worked its way through her body.

  More than anything she wanted to take a carrier to Molten, march into his office, and demand to know why he hadn’t contacted her over the past couple of weeks. Was she simply a fling that he now could so easily put out of his head?

  “If you were, I wish you would have warned me how painful it could be.” She stood slowly, the heat from the suns only adding to the fire that burned through her body.

  Need for Trent seemed to escalate with each day. She would’ve thought eventually it would go away, thoughts of him subsiding while her daily tasks took precedence. But so far, that hadn’t happened.

  Wiping moisture from her brow, she turned from the grave, not wanting to go back toward the workers she’d hired to bring Ryl Plantation back to life. She didn’t want to see anyone.

  The suns beat down on her with their heat while she traipsed across the meadow, the tall grass scraping against her bare legs. The thin sandals that barely covered her feet did little to protect her from the roughness of the untamed ground.

  This was the world she’d grown up on, though. And for all the years she’d ached to escape from it, to be free to explore the other planets, learn about other way of life, there was a twisted irony that she’d come back here by choice.

  Glancing ahead, waves of heat distorted the view in front of her. It took her a moment to realize a carrier had parked next to her ship. She paused, feeling the belt that hung loosely around her hips, where her laser was harnessed.

  Approaching slowly, she took in the terrain around her, spread out and open with no possibilities of anyone hiding from her, unless they were to lie flat in the grass.

  A drop of sweat trickled down her spine while her heart began beating faster. She paused, searching her surroundings, while pulling her laser from her belt at the same time. She saw no one.

  The carrier was Gren, she recognized the insignia. Her heart raced even faster at the possibility that it could be Trent. But anyone could be using a Gren carrier. They were common on Poltar. Besides, if Trent were here, he would have notified her that he was coming, let her know of his arrival so she could prepare herself.

  Walking the length of the carrier, she reached the landing bay entrance to her ship. It slid open silently, as if expecting her.

  The temperature controls had been adjusted and the cool air inside her ship attacked her senses momentarily. She walked into the landing bay, laser held out in front of her, moving silently until she reached the control panel on her ship.

  “Identify all members on board,” she said quietly into the speaker that triggered her ship’s computer.

  “Dawn Corl. Trent Dar.” The computer’s monotone sent shivers through her body.

  Her heart leapt to her throat. She wanted to run through the ship until she found him, leap into his arms, feel that powerful body pressed against hers.

  Forcing herself to breathe normally, she didn’t move for a moment. He’d made no attempt to contact her all this time. And now he simply showed up, entering her ship as if he owned it. She swallowed the lump in her throat and pressed the panel next to the door that led to the main part of her ship.

  Trent Dar stood on the bridge of Dawn’s ship, watching the controls in front of him that told him when Dawn had entered the ship, and when she’d decided to put her laser back on her hip. He waited patiently until the door slid open, and she appeared before him.

  The sight of her took his breath away. Wearing the trendy Poltarian style of a thin dress that was completely see-through, she moved like a goddess onto the bridge, her long black hair fanning down her front and parting over her shoulders to glide down her back.

  Soft gray eyes watched him, her slender body moving like the temptress he knew how well she was capable of being. The swell of her breasts, so firm with nipples hardening quickly while he watched, made every muscle inside of him harden. Her long slender legs, thin yet so well-toned, didn’t quite touch when he let his gaze lower to her shaven pussy, so easily visible through the thin sheath she wore.

  His cock sprang to life, instantly her captive and refusing to remain calm under his instruction. Trent took a step toward her, wanting more than anything to take her in his arms, carry her to her bedroom on the ship, and fuck her until neither of them had the energy to come anymore.

  Dawn stopped when he approached, her heart beating so hard that the blood pumped through her veins with a speed that left her lightheaded. Just the sight of him hardened her nipples into painful peaks. Her breasts swelled, aching for the heat of his mouth to soothe them, make her explode while he sucked and nibbled on each one.

  Her heartbeat matched the rapid pulsing that started in her clit, her pussy moistening while a pressure built inside her. Denied passion broke through the dam that had kept it at bay. Just looking at him made her cum. Damn it to all the hells. Trent Dar looked better than he had the last time she’d seen him.

  Standing in front of her, his cape hanging over his broad shoulders and parting just enough to allow her to see his muscular chest and fine-tuned body. The body of a warrior, alert and ready to pounce.

  And here she stood in front of him practically naked, and with no defenses, not even in her mind.

  “What are you doing here?” she asked, forcing herself to hold her position and not run into his arms.

  It tore her up inside but she didn’t know why he was here, or why he’d waited so long and not contacted her. She wouldn’t be able to handle the pain if he had come for military-related reasons.

  “You knew I would come for you.” He took a step closer, aware that her guard was up but more than willing to take it down.

  “Did I?” She raised an eyebrow, wishing she had known beyond a shadow of doubt that he would return for her. “You took long enough.”

  He fought the urge to grin. She was willing to take him on even as she stood before him, vulnerable and almost naked. He loved the fighter in her, the strong will that would never admit to fear, or worry.

  “There were matters to tend to.” He stood before her now, and still she didn’t move, made no attempt to touch him, yet stood before him as if she were a seasoned warrior not willing to break before him.

  “There will always be matters to tend to,” she whispered, a fiery spark igniting in her pretty gray eyes. “I won’t have a man who leaves me alone without a word.”

  “So now you have demands, do you?” He ached to claim her mouth, kiss that pouting expression right off of her face.

  “Yes. You are with me, or you’re not. And if you’re not, I’ll find someone who will be.” Her heart raced so hard in her chest she was sure he could see it pounding against her ribs.
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  Standing up to him was harder to do than she’d imagined. She ran her tongue over her dry lips, almost melting inside when his gaze darted to the act and his lips parted just enough that she ached to lean into him and kiss him.

  “I don’t do ultimatums.” He reached for her, the urge to rip that flimsy dress from her body consuming him.

  She grabbed his wrist. “You will this time. If you want me, then you will promise right now that I will be by your side always.”

  Her fingers wrapped around his wrist did little to stop him. Grabbing the thin fabric that barely covered her body, he pulled hard. The material tore easily, and he ripped it away from the beautiful curves that tempted him underneath.

  “I already have you. You are mine. And I think you know that.”

  His growl should have terrified her. Tearing her clothes from her body should have been warning enough that she played with fire. But she took a step away from him, his male supremacy needing to be slapped down to size. Naked or not, he would see her mind, and see how it was going to be.

  She put her hands on her hips, glaring at him, mentally daring him to see her intelligence and not drool like a fool over her body.

  “And Trent Dar, you belong to me. If you wish to keep that honor, then you will promise not to leave me again, not to simply disappear like you have a habit of doing. You will stay with me, respect me, and treat me as an equal.”

  Her knees almost turned to jelly when he rushed toward her, moving so quickly that his cape billowed around him. Grabbing her, he lifted her off of her feet and moved quickly through her ship. She didn’t have time to cry out. He’d thrown her so off-guard with his quick actions that all she could do was hold on when he tossed her over his shoulder and marched from one room to the other until he had her in her bedroom.

  Throwing her onto the bed, his black eyes burned holes through her skin while he stared down at her, quickly removing his own clothing.

  She didn’t move, but simply lay there, captivated, until he stood naked before her. The magnificence of his body stole her breath. His cock was erect, bulging with life as it throbbed before her. He was hard as a rock from head to toe, muscles bulging everywhere, the prime example of raw, uncontrollable energy. Yet she would dare to control him, take him on, let him see that she wouldn’t be owned.

  When he came down over her, his moves were surprisingly slow, almost gentle. Cum soaked her pussy, dampening her inner thighs. She could barely breathe over her need to have him inside her, filling her, completing the vast emptiness that she’d known since he’d been gone.

  “Dawn Corl.” His voice had grown husky. “Don’t you see that you already own my heart?”

  She stared at him, her mouth suddenly too dry to speak. His expression softened, emotions showing on his face that she’d never seen before.

  “Do you love me?” she managed to whisper.

  “Very much so,” he whispered back, as if the confession ripped something from him. “Tell me that you love me too.”

  “I love you, Trent Dar.” She’d never voiced it out loud, although she’d known the truth in her heart for a while now.

  Trent felt a dam break inside of him. Suddenly he wanted her to know every thought in his mind, every one of his dreams, every moment that he’d thought of her while they’d been apart. But admitting his love was the first step. And he had a lifetime to share with her, and every moment of it would be with her by his side.

  Slowly, with intense deliberation, he slipped inside her, feeling her muscles soak his cock, constrict around him, and he knew he’d truly found his home.

  About the author:

  All my life, I’ve wondered at how people fall into the routines of life. The paths we travel seemed to be well-trodden by society. We go to school, fall in love, find a line of work (and hope and pray it is one we like), have children and do our best to mold them into good people who will travel the same path. This is the path so commonly referred to as the “real world”.

  The characters in my books are destined to stray down a different path other than the one society suggests. Each story leads the reader into a world altered slightly from the one they know. For me, this is what good fiction is about, an opportunity to escape from the daily grind and wander down someone else’s path.

  Lorie O’Clare lives in Kansas with her three sons.

  Lorie welcomes mail from readers. You can write to her c/o Ellora’s Cave Publishing at 1337 Commerce Drive, #13, Stow, Ohio 44224.

  Also available Lorie O’Clare:

  Fallen Gods: Jaded Prey

  Fallen Gods: Tainted Purity

  Full Moon Rising

  Lunewulf 1: Pack Law

  Lunewulf 2: In Her Blood

  Lunewulf 3: In Her Dreams

  Lunewulf 4: In Her Nature

  Lunewulf 5: In Her Soul

  Sex Slaves 1: Sex Traders

  Sex Slaves 2: Waiting For Yesterday

  The First Time

  Things That Go Bump in the Night 2004 anthology

  Discover for yourself why readers can’t get enough of the multiple award-winning publisher Ellora’s Cave. Whether you prefer e-books or paperbacks, be sure to visit EC on the web at www.ellorascave.com for an erotic reading experience that will leave you breathless.

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