by Jaci Burton
Their prize was going to escape.
But not before exacting a little revenge.
She tiptoed into their bedroom and pointed the muzzle of the laser at the man's throat. His eyes shot open, widened, and she drank in the look of fear on his face. She knew that look, had lived that emotion for too long.
"Get up, both of you," she said.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"Put that down, Waia," the woman next to him demanded, still confident in their hold over her.
"You no longer get to tell me what to do," she replied. "And if you don't do as I say, it wouldn't affect me at all to slice right through you with this. Now get up and get moving."
Apparently they realized she was serious. They rose from the bed, naked. She laughed at their skinny, pale little bodies. She used to think of them as monsters. Big monsters. Now they looked pathetic.
"Into the lab," she directed them. When they hesitated, she fired the laser a fraction of an inch from the woman's head, singeing her hair. The woman screamed and Waia laughed. But they moved a little faster now.
Once in the lab, she flipped on the glaring lights, hating the sights, sounds and smells of this place. She'd like to burn it to the ground. Instead, she directed them to the back of the room. "In there." She pointed. "The cage."
The woman half turned. "You wouldn't dare."
"I'll dare anything I please. Get in there."
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They crawled into the cage together. The fit was tight. They looked uncomfortable.
Good.
"Pull it shut and lock it, then slide the key toward my feet."
They did as she instructed. She leaned against the exam table and tilted her head, watching them. Funny, she felt absolutely nothing. A strange calm had come over her.
"You won't survive without us," the man said.
"Wanna bet? It's you who won't survive. You'll get hungry, thirsty. Eventually you'll try to claw the lock off until your fingers bleed and tear at each other for food."
She wished them pain and misery--as much as they'd put on her. She felt no remorse for what she was doing. Oh, once she reached civilization she'd send someone for them, but now she didn't care. She wanted them to suffer as they had made her suffer. If that made her warped or sick-minded, then so be it.
She jumped as the door to the lab crashed open, whirling around and pointing the laser at whoever had come through.
Relief flooded her.
"Kyr!"
He looked at her, then at the cage, then back at her again. "Are you all right?"
She nodded, unable to find her voice. He was here. He'd come for her.
He moved toward her. "You want me to leave them in there?"
She looked at them, so fearful with their eyes widened. So pathetic and no longer a threat to her. She shook her head.
"Get them out of here and leave us," he said to the men who'd accompanied him.
They unlocked the cage and dragged the naked scientists out of the room and closed the door.
"You put them in there?" he asked, nodding to the two in the cage.
"Yes. I was going to escape, but I wanted to give them a taste of what they'd done to me first."
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He stepped toward her and took the weapon from her hands. For him, she gave it up easily.
"Maybe you don't need me after all," he said with a grin. "You're quite a warrior."
"I used to be. Before they changed me."
"I can see that." He laid the weapon on the table. "But I need you. I died when I came back and you were gone."
She couldn't believe what she was hearing. "You did?"
He gathered her in his arms and kissed her. She tasted longing and an emotion she refused to hope for. When he pulled back, he said the words.
"I love you, Waia. I left you that night to see Laren. To ask her how to tell you the words in my heart because they were so foreign to me. I'm inept. I've never been in love before. I needed training."
Her eyes filled with tears at his admission. A man like Kyr, so dominant, so masterful, needed someone to teach him how to tell a woman he loved her. He went to that much trouble for her. "I'm sorry I didn't believe you cared for me. I let them take me. I believed them when they said you sent for them to take me away." She dropped her chin to her chest.
He lifted her chin with his fingers. "You have much to learn about your self-worth.
If you give me an eternity, I will show you how much you are valued."
Her heart swelling, she dropped to her knees and bowed her head. "I demand to be allowed to submit to you, Master Kyr."
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Chapter Nine
Kyr kept good on his promise. But when he took her back to his planet, he didn't place her as his submissive.
Oh no. Far be it for Kyr to do something simple.
He married her. In an incredibly elaborate ceremony.
Waia was certain that not only was everyone on the planet in attendance at the palace for the wedding, but also many people from other planets.
Laren was there. Waia was so happy to see her.
Laren hugged her. "I wish you an eternity of bliss," she said, blinking back tears.
"I wish you the same." She wondered at the haunted, faraway look in Laren's eyes.
Laren shrugged. "I'm much too busy with my career to think about love."
When Kyr stepped up next to Waia, Laren took both their hands. "But you two, it shines like a beacon across the galaxies. And it is so rare. Cherish it."
She bowed to Kyr and walked away.
"What did she mean by that?" Waia asked Kyr.
"I know what she meant," Kyr whispered in her ear. "And I'm taking steps to rectify the situation."
That's all he said to her on the subject, and she'd been immediately distracted by all the pomp and circumstance of their wedding event.
She wore blood red to go with her chains. The gown was silk and hugged her body in a sinful way. When she stepped up to the royal wedding chapel, a hush fell over the crowd.
She'd never felt more beautiful than she did at the moment Kyr's eyes fell on her.
They darkened.
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And her husband-to-be had never looked more handsome in long, dark pants and a white vest, his hair flowing behind him.
A holy man spoke words of love and fidelity, of honoring each other in every way, of sharing good times and bad with each other. He spoke of children and Waia wondered what kind of babies they'd have. She'd never thought of having a family with Kyr and blushed hot at the thought.
The holy man pronounced them mated and Kyr swept her into his arms, kissing her with a passion that curled Waia's toes. A resounding cheer went up throughout the crowd and the celebration began.
The party went on into the night. There was food, dancing and much sex, as was typical for this planet. But tonight Kyr and Waia would not share in the sexual festivities. Their lovemaking would be private, he told her.
She was taken early to their bedchamber, bathed and oiled by several of the women.
"You are one of the luckiest women in the galaxies," Ruby told her. "Kyr is the man every woman wanted to be mated to."
"And now he is taken," another said, pouting. "None of us can fuck him again."
Waia wondered how that worked. If the vows of fidelity precluded him from doing his job as master. Would he regret that?
They dressed her in a sheer shift of white and left her in the room.
She was nervous, pacing their bedchambers while she waited for Kyr to arrive. It didn't take him long. Her breath caught as he entered the room. He would forever be imposing, magnificent and utterly gorgeous. She couldn't believe this man was now her husband, her mate. Forever.
"You take my breath away, wife," he said, taking her hands.
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bsp; Her face flushed with heat but her mouth watered at the sight of him. "Thank you. I admit to being grateful for some privacy tonight. I want to be alone with you. Is that terrible?"
"Not at all. I'm not of a mind to share you tonight."
She bowed her head.
"Speak."
"Will you be sharing me in the future?"
He tipped her chin and lifted her gaze to his. "Never. We are mated. I will never share you with anyone, unless you desire a coupling with someone else."
She shook her head. "I don't want to be with anyone but you. Not now, not ever."
"Neither do I." He untied the straps at her shoulders and the gown fell to the floor.
"Someone else will have to take over my duties as teacher of submissives because the only woman I want to master now is you."
He picked up a box next to the bed and removed a collar--red with sparkling jewels threaded throughout. The chain attached to the one on her armband. "This signifies you as my wife, my mate. No one will touch you. You will be treated as my equal, my queen, with all the deference you deserve."
He fastened it around her neck. One teardrop settled between her breasts. She felt like a princess, like all of this was a dream.
"I love you, Kyr." She wasn't sure she had even said the words to him before. But she felt them, had felt them for a long time.
He began to undress, removing his vest, then shrugging out of his pants. Naked and erect, he grasped his cock and began to stroke it, his movements slow and leisurely.
His lips curled in a wicked smile. "Show me how you love me, wife."
Arousal threaded through her system like a drug. She dropped to her knees and opened her mouth, letting him guide the wide crest to her tongue. He slid it between 94
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her waiting lips and she closed her mouth over it, tasting his warmth, his essence, swirling her tongue over the head and watching his gaze go dark.
"Yes, you do love me," he said, threading his fingers through her hair. He pulled her head back and propelled his cock more forcefully between her lips. "Take it all, Waia," he commanded, fucking her mouth in earnest now.
She sucked him greedily, opening her mouth wider, swallowing when his cock head hit the back of her throat, loving his dominance over her. She accepted her need for him now, reveled in this part of her that was her natural inclination. This was not genetics--it was what she needed, what she chose. Submitting to him was as natural as breathing. It excited her, made her pulse with pleasure.
"Enough," he said, his voice rough. "Before I come down your throat." He pulled her up and drew her to the room behind the screen. "Bend over."
A clear table appeared, followed by the invisible bindings shackling her ankles and wrists. She shuddered, her clit swelling in anticipation.
"Tell me, wife," he said, smoothing his hand over her buttocks. "Would you require a wedding spanking?"
"Yes, Master Kyr," she said, widening her stance to give him better access to her pussy. The shackles allowed her a few inches of movement either way. She wanted to give him as much as she could allow.
The first swat was light. She moaned because it felt good.
"Did that hurt?" he asked.
"No, Master Kyr."
He rubbed her pussy, then smoothed her juices over her buttocks again. He smacked her again, this time harder. The sting was sweet, heightening her desire. Her pussy began to throb as each time he spanked her a little harder, then massaged her sex and clit until she was writhing against her bonds. She was close to coming, sopping-wet and biting her lip to keep from begging Kyr for an orgasm.
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He bent down and buried his face in her sex, licking around her pussy lips and delving into her cunt with his tongue. She backed against his face, grinding against his mouth. He pulled away.
"You will come only on my command. Do you understand me, wife?"
Oh, he asked the impossible. But she so wanted to please him. "Yes, Master Kyr."
She nearly buckled and went over the edge when he inserted one, then two, then three fingers inside her.
"Don't come, Waia," he warned.
"It is...difficult," she cried.
"You like my fingers fucking you?"
"Oh yes."
"Harder?"
"Yes!"
"Harder?"
"Yes! Please yes!"
"You want to come now, Waia?"
"Yes, Master Kyr. Please let me come."
He was pumping so hard his knuckles pounded against her flesh. But still he hadn't given the command. It was torture. Sweet, merciless torture. Her pussy contracted hard around his fingers. Then he inserted a fourth finger and she bit down so hard on her lip she tasted blood. But still, she refused to allow herself to come.
When he pulled his fingers out, she could have cried.
But then he said, "Come in my mouth, Waia." He put his mouth over her pussy, rubbed her clit, and she screamed, flooding his face with her cum. She bucked so hard she was afraid she was going to hurt him, but she couldn't hold back the floodtide as she crashed into a climax that made her mindless. Shaking, calling his name and 96
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grinding her cunt against his face, she came twice before sinking against the table, tears running down her cheeks.
He jerked her head back and kissed her, letting her taste her cum on his lips. She opened her eyes to find him smiling at her. "You did well. You are a very good submissive."
She smiled back, licking at his lips and chin where her essence still lingered.
"I want to fuck your ass now, Waia. Will you let me do that?"
She nodded. "Anything. I am yours."
He stretched his body over hers, sliding his cock in her pussy. Her cunt gripped him tight and the pleasure built within her again. He rocked against her, slowly at first, then building to a hard, pounding fucking that had her gripping the table and bucking back against him.
When he withdrew, she turned to look at him, but he left, returning shortly with a thick dildo and a bottle of oil. He coated the dildo and slid it inside her pussy. It warmed and began to vibrate.
"Ohh, Kyr," she said, feeling the vibrations rumbling against her clit.
"This device will make you come while I'm in your ass. Would you like that?"
"Yes, very much."
He spread her buttocks and coated her anus with the oil. "Such a pretty ass, Waia.
I'm going to enjoy penetrating this tight hole."
Anticipation made her wiggle against him as he positioned himself against her anus. He pushed past the tight barrier with the wide head. She felt a slight burn, then a pleasant tingle as he slid all the way in. He filled her, stretching her, the sensations wild and erotic. Both her holes were filled and being fucked.
He smacked the side of her buttocks. "Fuck me," he commanded.
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Insane with pleasure, she raised her hips and fucked his cock with her ass. The dildo in her pussy kept moving, swelling, vibrating, taking her ever closer to an orgasm.
Kyr gripped her hips and groaned, fucking her in earnest now, slamming his cock so deeply into her ass that his balls struck her clit. She screamed and came, her juices pouring down her thighs. And still he rode her hard, taking her ever upward, forcing her to go there again.
"Come for me, Waia," he said, ramming her deep until she felt she would split apart from the pleasure. "Come for me. Squeeze the cum right out of my cock."
She did, her next orgasm gripping his cock tight. She tilted her head back and let out a howl. Kyr fell onto her back and stilled, crying out her name as he spilled hot jets of cum in her ass, shuddering against her.
Waia panted underneath him, unable to move while he withdrew, then pulled out the dildo. He released the restraints on her and picked her up in his arms and carried her to the bath. There, he sat her in his lap and bathed her with gentle strokes while kissing her lips and neck.<
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Then he washed between her legs, petting her, stroking her and with soft, encouraging murmurs brought her to another surprising orgasm.
The dam had definitely burst. With a mere touch, he could make her come now.
And she loved it. He seemed to enjoy it, too, looking down on her after she came with a grin that she could only describe as male pride.
"You are an incredible sexual being," he said as he dried her off and tucked her in bed.
"You made me that way," she said, sliding over to make room for him.
He pulled her against him and tucked her head on his shoulder. "The day you came to me was the luckiest day of my life."
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"You saved me, Kyr. You made me whole again. I don't know what I can do to thank you for that."
He leaned back and kissed the tip of her nose. "Be mine forever. Never leave me."
She rubbed her breasts against him, toying with his nipple rings. "Anything you demand, Master Kyr."
"Let's test that theory, shall we?"
She grinned.
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About the Author
In April 2003, Ellora's Cave foolishly offered me a contract for my first erotic romance and I haven't shut up since. My writing is an addiction for which there is no cure, a disease in which strange characters live in my mind, all clamoring for their own story. I try to let them out one by one, as mixing snarling werewolves with a bondage and discipline master can be very dangerous territory. Then again, unusual plotlines offer relief from the demons plaguing me.
In my world, well-endowed, naked cabana boys do the vacuuming and dishes, little faeries flit about dusting the furniture and doing laundry, Wolfgang Puck fixes my dinner and I spend every night engaged in wild sexual abandon with a hunky alpha.
Okay, the hunky alpha part is my real life husband and he keeps my fantasy life enriched with extensive "research". But Wolfgang won't answer my calls, the faeries are on strike and my readers keep running off with the cabana boys.
Jaci welcomes comments from readers. You can find her website and email address on her author bio page at www.ellorascave.com.
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