by Ivy Barrett
Without missing a beat, he drew out of her slick pussy and pushed his long middle finger into her ass. Danette arched, pressing herself against his mouth. Lost in sexual frenzy, she abandoned herself to the sensations. No sooner had one orgasm burst than another began. He pushed her hard, expecting her submission, her complete surrender. She reveled in his mastery and felt empowered by his savage tenderness. He touched her everywhere, licked her flesh as if her skin sustained him, but always he returned to her pussy, savoring her cream until she was limp and sated.
He raised his face from between her thighs and rested his chin on her belly. Her legs were draped over his shoulders and her entire body glowed with a heated flush.
“Were you fully trained by Paul?” His hot breath wafted across her tummy as he spoke.
Panting softly and still a bit dazed, Danette wished she could see his face. “I’m not sure what you mean.”
“I need to be inside you. I’ve thought of nothing else. But I know you’ll be examined.”
He was right. If they found the smallest trace of his DNA, he would be charged with rape as well as kidnapping, regardless of her testimony.
“I won’t come inside you, but that isn’t foolproof. It would be better if I… Did Paul prepare you for anal play?”
The chain swung, tugging gently on her nipples as Danette turned over. She drew her knees beneath her and lowered her shoulders toward the bed, bracing herself on her forearms.
“I await your pleasure, Master.”
His warm hands caressed her bottom, spreading her cheeks and rimming her anus. “You will answer me honestly. Do you enjoy this sort of play?” He pushed his finger into her tight back passage.
She gasped. “I’ve only been taken there twice, but my— Paul liked to use a toy there while he was inside my pussy.”
“And did that please you?” He drew his finger nearly out, creating tingling heat with the simple motion.
“It pleased me very much.”
He smeared something cool around her anus and worked it inside with his fingers. Danette held perfectly still. He’d obviously had this in mind when he’d joined her in the darkness. She understood his determination. She wanted to feel him moving inside her more than anything, but uncertainty clawed at her mind. The toy Paul had used was slender and sleek. She’d felt the Master’s long, thick cock sliding in and out of her mouth. Could he do this without hurting her?
“Do exactly as I say. Rub your clit until I’m inside. I’ll do the rest.”
His patience soothed her anxiety and replaced it with anticipation. Desperate with desire, he still guarded her well-being. Her nipples stung, the chain pulling on the clamps in this position. Hot cream ran down the inside of her thighs. Stars! She was literally dripping. It had never been like this, not even with Paul.
Shifting her weight to one arm, she moved the other beneath her and touched her passion-soaked folds. His fingers covered hers and he made a throaty sound—part growl, part moan.
“Fuck, you’re wet.”
Trembling, she tried to interpret his outburst. “Does this displease you?”
Brushing her hair away from her spine, he trailed kisses along the subtle ridges. “Why would it displease me to know how much you want me?” He reached the small of her back and eased her bottom cheeks apart.
She tensed.
“Rub.” He pressed against her tightly puckered opening while she firmly stroked her clit. “Push back against me as I push in.”
Danette braced her legs and tried to relax, to accept him. Pressure gave way to pain. A burning sting forced the breath from her lungs, but she kept right on rubbing. He drove steadily deeper, stretching her and claiming her. Blissful fullness finally eclipsed the sting. She relaxed and dragged in a shaky breath.
“Is my slave in pain?”
“I welcome the pain, Master. I want all of you.” A nervous laugh escaped before she could staunch it. “You are considerably bigger than the toy.”
He gathered her to him, pressing his body to the curve of her back. Massaging her shoulders and stroking her arms, he gave her time to adjust to his invasion. He teased the outer swells of her breasts, absently playing with the chain, igniting fire in her nipples.
His lips explored her shoulder and the sensitive nape of her neck. “I could stay like this forever. You feel so good.” He reached beneath her and found her hand still pressed against her mound. Entwining their fingers, he caressed her with her own hand.
Gasping into the blanket, Danette willingly succumbed to his erotic spell. He pulled back, dragging his cock nearly out. Searing pleasure flared in the wake of his withdrawal. He rubbed her clit firmly as he plunged back in.
He kept their fingers entwined and continued to caress her. Slick, hot, this was passion. He moved faster, deeper, pairing each thrust with a pass of their fingertips. Heat erupted. Spasms of pleasure detonated within her and radiated out to consume him.
“I have to pull out.” The words sounded mournful and hoarse.
Korbin groaned as he pulled his cock out of Danette’s hot back passage. With a few frantic strokes, he came across her uptilted ass. Sensations ricocheted through his body as he snatched her uniform top off the floor and wiped away the mess. He’d recycle the sheets as well, but he wasn’t taking any chances.
He started to scoot off the bed and she grabbed blindly for his hand. “Don’t leave me yet. Please. I want to indulge the full range of my depravity.” Her strangled laugh ended in a sob.
Sweeping her into his arms, he settled her across his lap. He caressed her breasts, her hips and thighs. “Is it really that bad for you?”
“I’m less of a prisoner here than I am on Halley Prime. I can’t go back there.” In barely a whisper, she added, “I want to stay with you.”
The sincerity in her voice broke his heart. This night had increased the danger tenfold. They were being foolish and reckless, and he couldn’t seem to stop. If her father had any idea one of the rebels had touched her…
“Sweetheart, this is a fantasy, a moment out of time. I can’t rescue you from your father any more than you can wave a magic wand and end this conflict. I never should have touched you—”
“If this one night is all we have, I refuse to waste another minute on regret. I will savor this fantasy for the rest of my life.”
He framed her face with his hands and settled his mouth over hers. She was open and waiting for his kiss, his touch, his passion. Each moment they spent together would make the inevitable end more painful. Yet it didn’t seem to matter. He traced her teeth with his tongue and savored her evocative taste.
“I want your taste in my mouth too.” She whispered the words against his parted lips and he growled in response.
He activated minimum lighting with a hushed voice command. She had never seen his face without a mask and this would be no better. Minimal illumination provided basic silhouettes. Tugging off his night-vision goggles, he tossed them onto the bunk and strode across the cell with Danette in his arms.
Pausing at the lav door, he lowered her feet to the floor. He’d imagined fucking her in the shower ever since they’d started this little game. The door raised and he guided her inside the tiny cubicle.
“I think it’s only fitting that this ends where it began.” He cursed the ridiculous catch in his tone. They were from different worlds! This had not and would never be real.
“It began in the Pleasure Palace.”
He tugged on the chain connecting her nipple clips and she gasped. “Don’t argue with me. Get in.”
The cleansing mist activated as soon as they entered the stall. Korbin rubbed it into his skin, carefully working it along the length of his cock. The speed with which he hardened amazed him. He’d never been with anyone who could arouse him so quickly. He rinsed away the residue and turned toward Danette.
“If you want my taste in your mouth—” He paused for a demanding kiss. “I’d be happy to oblige.”
Before she had time
to move, he tossed a folded towel onto the floor in front of him. She smiled at the thoughtful gesture and lowered her knees to the towel. Without the night-vision goggles, he couldn’t see her any better than she could see him. Her warm fingers worked their way from his knees to the juncture of his thighs.
He moved his legs apart, giving her plenty of room to play. Would she tease him with her tongue or immediately suck him into her mouth. The Pleasure Palace was a distant memory and her pussy had distracted him while she did this before.
She tilted her head and gently sucked one of his testicles and then the other. The sensation made his toes dig into the shower’s base. His cock twitched and ached as blood further hardened the shaft.
He pushed his fingers into her hair and pulled her away from his balls. “I want the heat of your mouth and the swirl of your tongue. I’m too…ticklish to enjoy that.”
“Ticklish?” There was definitely amusement in her tone. “You’re ticklish?”
“If you no longer want my cock in your mouth, I can think of all sorts of ways to spend our limited time together.” His gut clenched as he heard his own words. This was a fantasy, nothing more. He couldn’t allow himself to feel anything but lust for this pampered princess.
Her lips closed around the head of his cock and her fingernails dug into his hips. He closed his eyes, welcoming the sting of her lacquered nails against his lean flesh. She pulled him closer, teasing him with the moist heat of her breath. Desire spiraled up his shaft and tightened his balls. Oh yes, this is what he needed. They only had a few hours before reality intruded again.
She slowly sucked him into her mouth, flicking her tongue along his length as she pulled back. He pushed his fingers into her damp hair, guiding her movements, speeding her tempo. Beyond gentleness, but unwilling to hurt her, he listened to her muffled sounds and felt for any tug against his hold. Deeper and deeper he thrust. She took him eagerly, tilting her head and relaxing her throat until his balls rested on her chin. He kept his strokes slow and even, allowing her to accept his entire length again and again.
Tension gathered in his gut and tightened his balls. The wet heat of her mouth combined with her selflessness, arousing him unbearably. With an intentional swallow, she sent him over the edge. He shuddered and clenched, feeling as if his soul poured into her along with his seed.
Dragging her to her feet, he kissed her deeply, sucking her tongue into his mouth. She shuddered in approval and did the same. She clung to him, whimpering as they savored the combined taste of their passion.
A long time passed before he released her lips. “Turn around.” He didn’t give her time to disobey. With his hands on her shoulders, he turned her to face the spray. “Brace yourself against the wall. I don’t think I can be gentle.” She splayed her fingers against the shower stall and widened her stance. He pressed his chest against her upper back as he rolled her nipples. “I’ve never wanted anyone as badly as I wanted you while you were doing this to yourself.” He thrust his fingers into her pussy hard and deep.
She rocked forward and groaned. His other hand left her breasts and found her clit. Pairing each drive with a clever caress, he soon had her gasping and moaning. Her cunt rippled around his fingers and her clit twitched against his fingertips. He took her to the very brink then backed off. Her head came to rest against his shoulder and her panting breaths filled his ears.
“Please, Master, let me come.”
Pushing his fingers in as far as he could, he rolled her clit until he felt her orgasm detonate. Her inner muscles clenched rhythmically as she cried out. With his fingers filling her, he drew spasm after spasm from her trembling body.
She arched her neck, allowing him to reach her mouth with his. They kissed and kissed as she drenched his fingers with fresh silken cream.
With obvious reluctance, he withdrew his fingers and turned her around. He pressed her warm body against his and kissed her some more. He wanted to lick her pussy again, but there was no point. They couldn’t have what they both wanted. It had to end now.
“I’ll recycle your uniform and the sheets.” He stepped back and lowered his hands to his sides. “Run the maintenance cycle as soon as you’re finished scrubbing every millimeter of your body. Regardless of the coalition’s response, I won’t come to you again.”
Chapter Six
Meredith Caperelli scowled at the orange-tinted sky. It had been nearly two years since she set foot on this dismal outpost and she wasn’t pleased to be back now. She’d chosen the other two members of her team carefully and briefed them on the way from Halley Prime. They knew their objective was hostage retrieval. However, they had only a vague understanding of who the hostages were and why they’d been taken.
“Didn’t you used to live on Borrelly?” Hamilton asked as he adjusted the ship’s trajectory.
“Why do you think I was chosen for this assignment?” Hamilton might be a bit too curious. But when push came to shove, he’d follow orders without question. “I can provide a plausible explanation for being on the outpost until we’re ready to spring our trap.”
Meredith had never worked with Juarez before, but the young woman was fresh out of training and eager to prove herself. Hopefully her enthusiasm would outweigh her inexperience.
“Do you really think Korbin Reah is the mastermind behind the rebels?” Juarez asked. “According to his file, he works for the coalition.”
“What better cover for the rebel leader? He has access to the coalition data stream while he spreads his subversive propaganda,” Hamilton said without looking up from his control console.
“If Korbin is the mastermind behind this operation, shutting it down should be no problem.” Meredith didn’t bother concealing her disdain. When she’d first encountered Korbin he’d been an embittered child of eight who hated everything and everyone—except his precious father.
Meredith had been as attracted to Simeon as she’d been repelled by his son, so she’d pretended an interest in the pathetic little boy. Korbin had seen right through her pretense, even if Simeon hadn’t.
Her marriage to Simeon had lasted four years. She’d never meant to become pregnant, but Corry had been a pleasant diversion for a time. The things that attracted Meredith to Simeon in the beginning ultimately drove them apart. His passion and ingenuity fascinated Meredith until she realized he was so consumed by his fanciful ideas there was no room in his life for anything else.
When the CCC extended its invitation, she hadn’t hesitated. Corry adored her father and idolized Korbin. They were better off without her. Meredith always knew she was destined for Halley Prime. She’d freed herself from a life of drudgery and want, and never looked back.
There were occasional visits and infrequent communications, but her involvement with the Reah family was a chapter in her life she’d considered closed.
Until now.
She opened a comlink to Corry’s apartment, but got no response. Was Corry mixed up in this nonsense? It would be typical for Corry to follow blindly where Korbin led. The two had always been inseparable. If Korbin had dragged Corry into this rebellion, Meredith would make sure he was punished to the full penalty of the law.
Meredith grabbed the overnight bag she’d prepared hours before as Hamilton set down in the visitor’s shuttle lot. “I’ll either return shortly or com you, so don’t get too comfortable.”
“Yes, Major,” Hamilton said, and Juarez snapped to attention as Meredith made her way toward the hatch. Meredith always insisted on formality, regardless of the size of the team.
She went to the office building indicated in the report and asked to see Korbin Reah.
“I’m afraid he’s in a meeting, Major Caperelli. Was he expecting you?”
Unwilling to justify her presence to a receptionist, Meredith said, “I’ll wait.” She moved to the row of chairs facing the interior of the office complex. If Korbin tried to leave the floor, he’d have to walk right past her.
The receptionist glanced at her from ti
me to time as he continued to route communications. Meredith intentionally stared at the young man, hoping to make him uncomfortable.
Two men in Corrections uniforms exited the hall and shortly after the receptionist said, “He will see you now.”
Korbin sat behind a large desk, his attention focused on his access terminal. He glanced up at her entrance but didn’t greet her or acknowledge her presence in any other way.
“It’s nice to see you too,” she muttered.
“I have a full agenda today. For that matter, my agenda is full every day. What do you want?”
She’d expected a cold reception. Korbin never pretended to feel anything but animosity for her. “Where’s Corry?”
“Did you try her apartment?” His tone was casual, his expression composed.
“Of course. Why do you think I came here?” She paused, studying his features, assessing his eyes. He’d always been damn good at hiding his thoughts and feelings. “I told her several weeks ago I was up for a short leave. She said she’d be available to spend some time with me.”
“You’re full of shit, Meredith.” He leaned back in his chair, tapping his fingers against the armrests. “Corry has no interest in spending time with you. What do you really want?”
She ignored his hostility, curiosity winning out over her urge to smack him. “When did you last see her?”
“We had lunch yesterday.”
“And you haven’t seen or spoken to her since?”
“Why are you on Borrelly?” He folded his hands on his desktop and glared.
Something was definitely wrong here. It shouldn’t take long to figure out what. “Believe what you like. I’m here to visit my daughter. If you’ll just let me in to her apartment, I’ll wait for her there.”
“If you’re determined to stay, I’ll arrange accommodations,” he answered immediately. “It’s better that way.”