by Ivy Barrett
In her youth Danette had enjoyed a freedom—no, that wasn’t true, she hadn’t enjoyed her freedom any more than she enjoyed the regimented structure her father forced upon her now. As a teen she’d been allowed to go wherever she wished—with her entourage of course—and anything she showed the least interest in had been immediately provided for her. But none of the excess had meant anything to her. She longed for her father’s approval and grew more desperate for her parents’ attention, so she began to misbehave.
Her rebellions were subtle at first, a conflict with a tutor, outrageous behavior in a public place. Danette’s mother was the most non-confrontational person Danette had ever known, so discipline was left entirely to her father. At first he made excuses for her antics. Then he ignored them completely, insisting that it was just a phase she was going through. So Danette grew bolder, her misbehaviors more shocking.
On the surface, submitting to a Pleasure Master simply fulfilled her need for structure. But Paul had taught her how to trust, how to lose herself completely in their shared pleasure. He had also strengthened her confidence and helped restore her self-esteem. Their sessions had been so much more than sexual.
Then eight months after she’d agreed to serve Paul, her father rescued her from Paul’s perversion by dispatching him on a mission he couldn’t possibly survive.
A sob escaped Danette and she covered her face with her hands. Pleasure Master Nine joined her on the bunk. Lying on his side, he pulled her against him and wrapped his arms around her back.
“Why are you crying? Tell me now.” His tone brooked no refusal.
“I can’t.”
“You will.”
She trembled. This was her opportunity. All she had to do was object and he’d be obligated to punish her, to take control of her aching body and give her some relief from the nightmare that was her life. Her nipples hardened and her pussy clenched. No one had touched her since Paul. Her father wouldn’t let her near a Master and she didn’t want anyone else.
Captivity had left her feeling helpless and utterly alone, but she hadn’t been a hostage for a few days. She’d been imprisoned for the past three and a half years.
“Talk to me.” His tone softened, became coxing.
She didn’t need a friend. She needed a Master, someone strong enough to drive the rest of the world away. It was insane to expect comfort within her captivity, yet here he was, touching her, holding her down. “Go to hell,” she snapped.
He covered her lower body with his leg and grasped her wrists, dragging her hands above her head. He understood! Thank the stars, he understood what she needed, what her lonely heart craved.
His muscular chest pressed her into the bunk as he reached for something above her hands.
“There it is,” he muttered, and she heard a metallic click.
Guiding her wrists into the restraint cuffs he’d just released from the wall, the Pleasure Master quickly secured her arms. Her heart thundered, making her giddy with anticipation. The restraints were connected to the wall by a length of chain that allowed her some movement. He grabbed the waistband of her uniform bottom. She kicked and twisted, knowing her struggles made his goal easier to achieve.
“You promised you wouldn’t hurt me.” She was afraid to say no, afraid he’d stop, yet she felt obligated to object.
“And you believed me?” He laughed. “Silly princess.”
He stripped her from the waist down while she thrashed and yelped. Then he flipped her onto her belly and brought his hand down hard against her bare behind. She gasped, then moaned as familiar pleasure/pain spread through her abdomen.
“That’s for teasing me with your beautiful body.” He spanked her again, harder this time, slapping one side and then the other.
She wanted to draw up her legs and give him a better angle, but her halfhearted resistance was the only thing keeping her sane. “No more.” She sobbed, but the emotion rising up inside her was relief, not fear. She needed this so badly!
“And this is for refusing to answer a simple question.” He spanked her over and over, pausing occasionally to rub her hot skin. “Now open your legs.” When she didn’t immediately obey, he yanked them open himself. “When I tell you to do something, do it!” A fast, hard flurry of swats followed.
She clutched her hands into tight fists as pain burned away the pleasure.
“On your knees, and keep those legs wide open.”
A secret thrill raced down her spine as he demanded the position she’d wanted from the moment he turned her over. She pulled her legs up under her, while keeping her shoulders down. Then she slid her knees apart as far as the bunk allowed. She was open now, displayed before him, an unmistakable offering. Except he couldn’t really see her in the darkened room.
“Your pussy is mine.” He slapped her mound just hard enough to stimulate her clit.
She cried out even though it hadn’t really hurt.
“Say it.” When she hesitated, he slapped her pussy harder.
Her cry was genuine this time as pain stabbed into her core. “My pussy is yours.”
“Good girl.” His fingers rubbed her folds gently, avoiding her still throbbing clit. He circled her opening, easing just his fingertip inside her. “This is too much of a temptation. Turn onto your back.”
She wasn’t sure if she was relieved or disappointed as she turned over. Had he changed his mind? Was he going to fuck her or not?
Moving between her thighs, he draped her legs over his shoulders and raised her hips off the bed. His mouth hovered over her slit. Why did he keep stopping?
“No!” Danette arched and panted. His hot breath stirred her damp folds, but he didn’t touch her. Tension built. This was madness. She’d never been so desperate for release. Her abdomen cramped with need and tears stung her eyes. “Please… Master, don’t lick me.”
Slowly, dragging his tongue from back to front, he parted her folds and flicked her clit. Danette sighed as pleasure spiraled through her pussy.
“Please, Master, don’t put your fingers inside me.”
His throaty chuckle vibrated her passion-slick flesh. Thrusting two fingers deep into her core, he lavished attention on her clit. He licked and sucked, circled and flicked. Danette tossed her head and clenched her fists, tugging against the restraints. The cold metal encircling her wrists added a thrilling edge to the pleasure. It felt so good to be taken, to be used by a man who understood her unique needs. A moan built in her throat and her inner muscles rippled. He pulled out and lifted his mouth.
“No!” She’d been so damn close. The ache intensified, making her whimper.
“You will only come when I tell you to. If you climax without permission, you will be punished.”
Sensation receded, leaving her shaky and hollow, yet peaceful for the first time in years. “Yes, Master.”
He lowered her hips to the bed, arranging her legs loosely around his waist. “Shall I fuck you with my fingers? My fingers are much bigger than yours. Would you like that, princess?”
“No. I don’t want your fingers inside me. I will never want your cock inside me.” Strained and husky, her voice revealed the depth of her need.
He didn’t respond with words. Sliding two fingers deep into her snug core, he pressed her mound with the heel of his other hand and began to move. “How does that feel?”
It felt like a teasing hint of what she really wanted, but Danette squeezed his fingers greedily and let the pleasure build. It had been so long since a man brought her to orgasm. Discreet vibrating toys and the shallow relief of her own touch was the only pleasures she’d known since… Her inner muscles throbbed and heated tingles sank deep into her body.
“Please, Master, may I come?”
“Yes. Come for me, princess. Let me feel your pleasure.”
He thrust hard, rubbing his hand against her mound. Danette raised her hips, taking his fingers deeper. Her orgasm burst with blinding intensity. She cried out as her body shook and her inner muscles sq
ueezed. Panting harshly, she reveled in each scorching pulse, each sensuous wave.
Withdrawing his fingers, the Pleasure Master bent between her thighs and savored the essence of her passion. His tongue caressed her with long, thorough strokes. This kiss was different. It wasn’t meant to arouse. He avoided her clit. He soothed her, adored her and silently praised her response.
“Oh, how I wish I could keep you.”
His lips moved against her as he whispered the words. Danette stiffened. Did she dare admit her situation? Could she trust her enemy?
Keep me! I don’t want to be rescued. She pressed her lips together, refusing to humiliate herself. Why did she feel safe with this man? Without seeing his face, knowing only his touch and the familiar timbre of his voice Pleasure Master Nine made her feel more important than she’d felt in years. It was a Master’s sworn duty, his highest priority, to pleasure and protect his slave. This man had taught Paul to treasure her. Was it possible he could learn to treasure her too?
Trailing tender kisses down her thigh, he crawled off the bed.
“Where are you going?” she asked a bit too urgently. “Have I displeased you?” She hated the weakness revealed by the questions. Was she really so desperate for love that she’d beg a stranger for affection? But Nine wasn’t a stranger, not really. He’d guided many of her early sessions with Paul, ensured they each found the highest level of satisfaction both physically and emotionally.
“You please me greatly, Danette.” She heard his ragged sigh. “You’ll be examined as soon as you return to Halley Prime. I will not risk our safety.”
“Then take my mouth. Please, Master, I offer it freely. I would be shamed to leave you wanting.”
Korbin trembled. He should go. He’d stayed too long already, taken too much. But she was a prize, a jewel, a treasure. His traitorous heart pounded harder than his neglected cock. She offered herself freely for his pleasure. How could he resist?
She’s Admiral Tiptonn’s daughter. You can’t keep her!
“Master?” The vulnerability in her tone tore through him.
She needed to satisfy him. No pleasure slave was content while their Master ached. And there was no denying that Danette was a slave. It had been obvious even before she admitted that she knew him.
You’re not her Master! You’re her captor; her enemy.
Despite the shouts of his conscience, he heard himself say, “We’ll pleasure each other.” After shedding his pants, he took her slender waist and scooted her down on the bunk. He extended her arms as far as the restraints allowed and made room for his legs. He moved carefully in the darkness, positioned himself above her, straddled her face and arched over her belly, preparing to continue his feast. “You may come as soon as I do.” He chuckled. “You won’t be able to ask permission with my cock in your mouth.”
“I want to touch you,” she whispered.
“I know you do.” But he didn’t trust himself with a less structured situation. If he felt her hands clutching him, her nails digging into his flesh, it would make him more aggressive, more demanding.
He nudged her lips with the head of his cock and she met his entrance with a welcoming swirl of her warm, wet tongue. Closing his eyes against the pleasure, he sank into her hot mouth. Deeper, she took him and took him until he had no more to give. Stars, she was fabulous. Few slaves had been able to accept his full length and she did so without hesitation.
As he pulled back, an image solidified within his mind. The same image he’d seen before. Her former Master offering her luscious mouth for Korbin’s pleasure. She sucked and swirled, taking him deep again.
Distracted by the memory, he pulled her legs toward him, bent her knees and spread her thighs wide. Who was her Master? Most of his trainees had offered their slaves to him in one way or another. It was custom, though not mandatory. The answer eluded him, so Korbin let the mystery slide to the back of his mind.
Her pussy was silky with hot cream. He licked and sucked, flicking his tongue against her clit then circling the nub with firm pressure. She mimicked the motion of his tongue with hers, teasing the tip of his cock. She was so eager, so giving, so selfless. It would be easy to treasure her.
She created a tight ring with her lips and sucked him deeper. Unable to ignore the demands of his body, he slid in and out. Hot, wet—woman!
He thrust his tongue deep into her core. Her muffled cry sent tingling heat darting through his body. Damn, she liked that. Shifting her legs higher, spreading her wider, he fucked her with his tongue.
She arched and sucked frantically on his straining cock. They synchronized their movements, forming a frantic, primal dance.
Scalding pleasure detonated inside Korbin. His balls tightened so fast he gasped, then the sensation barreled down his shaft as he released his seed. He clutched her hips and thrust deep with his cock and tongue. Colors burst behind his eyes and emotions inundated his being. Joy and affection twisted through possessive attraction. Her pussy fluttered around his tongue while her mouth sucked greedily on his shaft. He shook, awed and a little wary.
He wanted to turn around and push his softening cock into her pussy. He’d ride her slowly until he hardened, allowing her arousal to build. Then when she was gasping and arching, he’d fuck her hard and fast. He wanted to stake his claim on her body and mind. Carnal aggression was nothing new, but his urges had never been this intense before.
She swallowed and caressed him until he had nothing left to give. He couldn’t get enough of her creamy folds. Licking and gently sucking, he stayed with her until the last pearly drop was consumed.
He had to leave now. If his actions were discovered, he’d jeopardize the mission and compromise the cause. He had no choice. This had to end. Reluctantly disentangling their bodies, he summoned his professional detachment as his heart ached for more.
“I’ll release the restraints once I’ve left the room. Dress quickly. I don’t want the others to know I visited you. They might see it as permission to do the same.”
“I understand.” He felt his way across the holding cell. “Will you visit me again?”
He’d reached the door when her question brought him up short. It was ridiculous, but he felt as if a part of his soul were about to be severed. Forcing the words past his tight throat, he said, “The council was notified this morning. You should be ransomed soon.”
Chapter Four
“Something’s wrong,” Korbin said suddenly, preempting the remainder of the meeting. The other two department heads sat across a small table from him. “You’ll have to excuse me, gentlemen, but I’ve ignored this premonition as long as I can.”
“Do you often have premonitions?” Warden Restien asked.
Korbin had been careful to earn this man’s trust over the past several years. His largest obstacle had been convincing the warden he didn’t share his father’s radical politics. Restien believed him to be a faithful servant of the coalition and nothing he did or said must shatter that illusion.
“Not at all, sir. That’s why I’ve tried to ignore this feeling. But it won’t leave me. I need to find out what’s causing my unease.”
“My wife had one of those feelings last year,” Glen Vont, director of maintenance, put in. “Our daughter had broken her arm. I’m free tomorrow afternoon to finish this up. What’s your schedule like, Warden?”
“Tomorrow afternoon will be fine.” All three men pushed back their chairs and stood. “I expect a full report, Korbin. Hopefully, this is a waste of time.”
Korbin walked them to the office door and thanked each man for his patience. He waited only long enough to be sure they had actually departed before he began his investigation.
Corry wasn’t in her apartment and she didn’t answer the outpost-wide page. Inmates and Corrections employees were injected with ident-chips. Corry wasn’t technically an employee, so she had never allowed the procedure. Her ability to leave the outpost without being tracked had been an advantage from time to time. This wasn
’t one of those times.
Korbin marched to the control booth. Sharon was on duty. She greeted him with a smile.
“Have you seen Corry or Larz in the past two hours?”
She shook her head. “What’s the matter? You look frantic.”
“Did you take food to our guests today?”
“Just Danette and Palmer,” she explained. “Corry’s hoarding VinDerley. Can’t say I blame her, but it’s still—”
“That’s not funny,” he growled.
“What’s wrong with you?”
“Page Foster. I’ll be right back.”
After learning that VinDerley was a powerful empath, he’d ordered Corry and Larz to move Ashton back to the main complex. Something must have gone wrong. Tension built with each step Korbin took. Please let her be all right, let them be all right.
Korbin found Larz locked in the abandoned cellblock. VinDerley and Corry were nowhere in sight. The younger man struggled to his feet as Korbin deactivated the energy barrier.
“Are you okay?” Korbin asked.
“I jammed my wrist and wounded my pride, but I’m not badly hurt. He moved so fast and hit with such precision, it was all a blur. Why can a professional negotiator fight like a gorilla?”
“There’s obviously more to Ashton than meets the eye. We won’t underestimate him again.” Korbin dreaded the next question. “Did he take Corry with him?”
“Yeah. I doubt he would have taken her off-world, but they were together when they left.”
Korbin led Larz back to the control booth. Foster had already arrived. “VinDerley escaped. He took Corry with him,” Korbin told the others, stunned by the sudden turn of events.
“How? When? How long have they been gone?” Foster demanded.
Chagrined and obviously uncomfortable, Larz explained what happened.
“If they managed to get off the outpost, there has to be some sort of record,” Sharon pointed out. “Let’s start there.”