Chains of Desire

by Natasha Moore

  Jarrod approached the lovely slave. His hands were shaking, he wanted to touch her so badly. The princess’s head was bowed, her eyes closed behind the patches. She was breathing rapidly, a sign of her nerves. Jarrod worried that she might give them away in her surprise when she discovered who had come for her.

  He knelt down and unhooked the chain from the floor. He shouldn’t have been surprised when the hook automatically retracted into the floor. The Norians thought of everything when it came to sex. He stood and lifted the chain until it tugged on her nipples.

  “On your feet, slave.”

  Her eyes flew open, wide and surprised, yet sightless. He slapped his hand over her mouth before she could make a sound. “You are not to say a word unless commanded. Understand?”

  She nodded slowly. He felt her lips lift slightly beneath his palm.

  He tugged harder on the chain, the nipple rings lifting her breasts. He raised his voice. “I said on your feet.”

  She struggled to stand. How long had she been kneeling there? Her muscles had to be stiff. He resisted the urge to help her up, that wouldn’t look good to the Station Master. She didn’t have the use of her arms either, but she made it to her feet. She held her head high, her shoulders back. A proud, beautiful slave.

  Now that she stood, he saw that her pussy was bare. He swallowed the moan that rose from deep within him. Her puffy flesh peeked from between her legs and his cock jerked.

  Jarrod dropped the chain from above her head. The weight pulled at her nipples and made her breasts bounce. He ached with the need to put his hands on her. To bury himself deep within her.

  Micah had circled around behind her and was clearly admiring her ass. A stab of jealousy pierced Jarrod’s chest. He knew he had to get over it this time. If this didn’t work, he’d spend the rest of his life haunted by the images of hundreds of men enjoying her body. The thought burned his stomach like acid.

  Her golden curls hung over her shoulders and down her back. He reached out and swept an eager hand across her tempting breasts. She moaned and arched her back, pushing her firm flesh into his hand.

  Micah slapped her ass and she jerked. “Stand straight, slave,” he growled. He spanked her again, a sharp, noisy slap. And then again. “Show us what you’re made of.”

  She nodded and pulled her shoulders back. Her eyes stared straight ahead and Jarrod could read her desperation in them. He felt the absurd need to comfort her, to tell her everything would be all right, but he couldn’t promise her that. He yearned to spend hours exploring her body, but he knew they had to put on a good show so the Station Master would let them walk out with her.

  Jarrod grabbed her hair tightly at the back of her neck and bent her head back. He loomed over her menacingly, hoping it looked good to the Station Master. “Sorry, Princess,” he whispered. “We’re going to have to treat you rough.”

  She appeared to be staring at him, her wide eyes soft and searching, even though he knew she couldn’t see him. Couldn’t see anything. “I like it rough. Remember?”

  He released her with a yank and she stumbled but righted herself quickly. A surge of emotion he didn’t understand burst in his chest. Admiration. It had to be admiration.

  Jarrod gathered her chain in one hand, pulling the links together so that the nipple rings tugged her breasts together. “Keep your legs straight, slave, and bend over at the waist.”

  He yanked down on the chain, just in case she didn’t respond as fast as he wanted her to.

  But she gracefully bent over, until her back was straight and perpendicular with the floor. He released the chain and it rattled as it hit the floor. Her arms rested in the small of her back. Her ass faced Micah and her mouth was even with Jarrod’s throbbing cock. He lowered the zipper on the uniform. The sound was loud, even over her ragged panting. His cock sprang free, lunging toward those parted lips.

  He met Micah’s heated gaze and nodded sharply. “Now we enjoy this slave.”

  Hanna struggled to keep her shaking knees straight as she stood bent at the waist, waiting for her instructions. So many questions were whirling through her brain. Fawn had warned her that a man named Prax would watch her pleasure two of the king’s men. But what was Jarrod doing here? And she recognized Micah’s distinctive accent. Why was he here?

  She wished she could see through these damn patches. She wished she could speak. She wished they’d get on with it, so she didn’t have to hold this position forever.

  Jarrod cupped her face in his large hands. She breathed in his unique scent and her sex moistened. He brushed her hair away from her face.

  “Open for me.”

  His hard cock pushed past her lips. She opened her mouth to him and he thrust his shaft over her tongue until he rammed into the back of her throat. The force rocked her backward. Without the use of her arms, she lost her balance again and stumbled.

  Strong hands grasped her hips and steadied her. Micah.

  Strong hands cupped her chin and the back of her head. Jarrod.

  “Take me deep, slave,” Jarrod said as if nothing had happened. His voice was smooth but commanding. He kept a tight grasp on her head. She tried to keep her jaws open and loose as he pumped in and out of her mouth. She liked his taste on her tongue. She liked the weight of his hand on her head. She felt safe, secure. He was her Master and she trusted him to take care of her.

  She was just getting accustomed to the rhythm of Jarrod’s thrusts when Micah kicked her legs apart. His hands were holding her hips so tightly, she barely stumbled this time. He rubbed his cock along the slick lips of her sex and she shivered with the tingles of arousal that ran along her skin. But he was so much taller than her that his cock didn’t reach her woman’s spot as he ran it between her legs.

  The delicious slide of his hot shaft, slippery with her juices, tickled her sensitive flesh. Hanna ached for him to rub it across her throbbing nub. She lifted up on her toes to rock her hips back to meet his heavy cock again. Micah smacked her on the hip at the same time Jarrod grabbed her hair and pulled hard.

  Her cry was lost in the cock still buried in her mouth.

  “Don’t move unless we tell you to,” Micah growled loudly. He slapped her bottom again, the sting sending jolts of desire between her legs.

  “Let us use you.” Jarrod spoke so softly that Prax wouldn’t have been able to hear him. “Let us take pleasure from your body. We’ll show him what a good slave you are.”

  Hanna relaxed her body and gave herself over to the two Masters. In the position she was in, she had to give up control. If she’d had the use of her arms, she’d have been able to support herself, she’d have had some control over how fast, how deep Jarrod plunged between her lips. As it was, she could do nothing but keep her mouth open and let him use her.

  Just then Micah pulled open the lips of her sex with his thumbs. The air felt cool on her wet flesh. He lifted her hips with his big hands and her feet actually left the floor. Then, with one mighty thrust, he plunged into her.

  Her gasp must have opened her throat a little more. Jarrod took advantage and thrust even deeper until her nose touched the coarse hair of his abdomen. He held it there, held her there, as Micah pounded into her from behind. Her lungs burned as Jarrod’s cock cut off her air. She fought the panic that threatened to overwhelm her, but forced herself to remain still, to trust her Master.

  After what seemed like ages and was most likely not much more than a few seconds, he let go of her head, grasped her shoulders to hold her up and pulled his cock out of her mouth.

  She gasped for air, tears welling up in her eyes. “Good slave,” Jarrod murmured.

  Micah stopped moving, leaving her filled her with his cock but letting her recover for a moment. Then he began to move slowly, in and out of her passage, and Jarrod rubbed his slick cock back over her lips.

  She opened her mouth again before he could say a word.

  When they’d filled her again, they began to find a rhythm, plunging into her from front and r
ear. The heavy chain swung from her nipple rings. Her body flopped limply between their bodies. She had no control as they used her for their pleasure.

  And she received pleasure herself, for when she heard their breathing grow ragged, when she felt their thrusts become more frantic, she knew it was because of her. Jarrod was right. By pleasing her Master, she received pleasure in return.

  Just when she thought they must be ready to spill their seed, Jarrod pulled out of her mouth. “Switch.”

  Micah grunted. He pulled slowly out and left her body feeling strangely empty. He lowered her so that her bare feet could touch the floor again. He released her hips and she suddenly felt alone. Her blood pounded in her ears, almost as loud as her shaky panting.

  She didn’t know what to do, so she maintained her position, feeling their gazes burning into her, until Jarrod said, “Kneel, slave.”

  Hanna lowered herself to her knees as gracefully as possible. The chain attached to her nipples rattled as it hit the floor. She wished she could see. Wished she could feast her eyes on Jarrod, with his dark, sculpted muscles and handsome face.

  She knew she was foolish for feeling such fondness for this man she had no future with. But now…maybe she did have the hope of a future with him. Why was he here if not to help her escape?

  Unless he’d lied to her and he really worked for the king.

  She didn’t have time to worry about things like love and the future and especially not forever. Jarrod unlinked the cuffs holding her wrists together. Her shoulders cried out as her arms fell to her sides.

  “On your hands and knees, slave,” he ordered. But as he slid his hands over her back to push her forward, they lingered on her shoulders for a moment to caress the tight muscles there. He must have been kneeling behind her because she felt his hard cock slide along her sensitive female folds. Her muscles there clenched, as if trying to pull him in. But just as quickly, that delicious weight was gone. He skimmed his hands back down her spine and pulled her legs back and apart.

  Micah was kneeling also, for she felt his huge hand on the back of her head and his slick cock rubbing her face. The thick shaft was coated with her juices and he rubbed the wetness over her face. Jarrod’s cock rubbed her other cheeks. She shivered with arousal.

  She almost opened her mouth again, almost tilted her hips back, eager to pleasure her Masters some more, but she hadn’t been told to, so she remained still and ready. She shivered with anticipation.

  She heard the clatter of the chain before she felt the sharp tug on her nipples. Micah must have grabbed the chain with his other hand and pulled on them. At the same instant that he yanked hard on the chain, he plunged his cock into her mouth, not even commanding her to open her lips first. Her body must have known what he was going to do, because she’d already parted her lips and relaxed her jaw without even realizing it. Or perhaps it had been because of her gasp of pain, which was immediately silenced by his cock.

  His cock had a different shape than Jarrod’s. A different taste. But as Micah’s wider cock stretched her mouth, Hanna realized that she was tasting her own juices on his hard cock. His huge hand held her head in place.

  While Micah pleasured himself with her mouth, Jarrod plunged his long fingers deep into her core, moving them in and out and coating them with her cream. He pulled them out and slid his slick fingers through her slippery folds, brushing them over her most sensitive spot, until the swirls of sensations built within her, until she couldn’t stop herself from rocking against his hand.

  He stopped touching her then and it took all her willpower not to groan in frustration. He rubbed his cock once, twice, through her wetness and then settled the head of his cock at her entrance. Hanna forced herself to remain still.

  When he finally slid slowly inside, her body welcomed him. His thick cock pressed through her flesh, gradually stretching her, filling her. Pleasing her. His slow thrusts rubbed erotically against her inner core, each stroke building the buzz of sensations flying through her.

  Jarrod and Micah picked up their pace, pounding her from both ends. It should have been easier now that she could rest on her hands and knees, but this time, Micah kept yanking on the chains, pulling her breasts forward as he drove his cock down her throat. He didn’t hold his thick cock there like Jarrod did, cutting off her breath to prove a point. Micah just kept pushing farther down her throat with each powerful thrust, groaning with his pleasure.

  Then Jarrod added even more sensations, sliding one cream-slicked finger into her rear passage. Her tight muscles protested, burning with the intrusion. She tensed up from the unfamiliar pressure, but he didn’t stop plunging and twisting. Then he added another finger, stretching her further. But as he mimicked the thrusts of his cock with his fingers, she began to get caught up in the sensations. Her body was filled in every way possible.

  Sensations began to overwhelm her. The sharp pain in her nipples alternated with the spears of pleasure shooting between her legs. She had to remember to breathe when Micah pulled back from her throat, before he thrust again. His moans gave her pleasure. Jarrod’s fingers and cock continued to slide in and out of her body, making her nearly spiral out of control. His groans of pleasure sang to her. Her body rocked wildly between them.

  Jarrod had been gripping one of her hips with his free hand. When his breathing became nothing more than ragged gasps, he slid his hand around her hip and teased the flesh near her throbbing woman’s spot. She groaned.

  “Do you want to come, slave?”

  She couldn’t speak with her mouth full, but she nodded as best as she could. The tingles of need were building within her and she didn’t know how long she could hold it off. But she knew she couldn’t come until she had permission from her Master. He continued to tease the slick lips around her nub and Hanna whimpered in frustration.

  Jarrod pushed harder into her rear channel with his fingers, stretching her flesh, rubbing against the side of the narrow passage. He slammed his cock harder into her. Micah tightened his grip on the back of her head and plunged even deeper down her throat. He yanked hard on her nipple rings at the same time that Jarrod brushed his calloused fingers across her nub of pleasure.

  “Come, slave!”

  She shattered beneath her Masters, her body jerking, her cries smothered by Micah’s cock. But she had no relief from the sensations. Jarrod continued to stroke her relentlessly, bringing her higher again, as he still plunged into her from behind. She groaned. Her body couldn’t take much more. Her sight had been taken from her. Micah’s cock stretched her mouth and throat. Chains tugged on her nipples to the point of pain. Jarrod’s cock thrust forcefully into her core. His fingers roughly probed her rear passage. How much more could a slave take at one time?

  Jarrod took her sensitive nub between his thumb and finger and pinched. “Come again.”

  She screamed as the orgasm slammed into her, harder than anything she’d felt before. Her body shook uncontrollably and this time, Jarrod gentled his strokes between her legs.

  Just as her spasms began to lessen, Micah roared. He pulled his cock out of her mouth and dropped it on her shoulder. Warmth ran down her back. She was confused for a moment, until she realized he spilled his seed for the Station Master to see. Proof that she had satisfied him.

  She’d been so caught up in the amazing sex between the three of them, caught up in the sensations and the emotions, that she’d forgotten all about the man watching them. Forgot for a moment that she was a slave with an uncertain future.

  Micah let go of the chain and pulled her head against his hard stomach, stroking her hair. He murmured softly in a language she didn’t understand.

  The strokes of Jarrod’s cock became stronger, faster, until he too pulled out of her body and emptied himself across the small of her back. Her heart was still racing, her breathing faster than it should be. Micah’s fingers slipped through her hair and she felt him move back and stand. Then Jarrod slipped his fingers out of her last hole and he moved away from
her as well. She was suddenly empty. On her hands and knees. Alone. Seed of both Masters slid down her back.

  She heard footsteps walking away, quiet talking across the room. She was concentrating so hard on those sounds, she was startled when strong hands grasped her shoulders. Jarrod’s scent wrapped around her like a blanket.

  “Rise, slave,” he said softly. He helped her to her feet and then washed her back with a soft cloth. “You are an excellent slave,” he said, his voice louder now. “The king will be pleased with his new purchase.”

  Chapter Five

  Hanna was afraid to move, to speak. Afraid he was really taking her to the king. Afraid she’d never see him again.

  She’d been blinded before she’d been brought to this building. The darkness was so disconcerting. She wanted to see Jarrod. See the expression on his face. Maybe then she’d be able to tell if he’d lied to her. But she couldn’t do anything but stand there, her shoulders straight, her hands trembling behind her back. The chain attached to her nipple rings swayed against her legs.

  She could sense Jarrod was close to her. She could detect his scent, hear his soft breathing. But since he’d finished wiping off her back, he hadn’t touched her. Hadn’t said a word. She could hear Micah’s low voice somewhere behind her, but she couldn’t make out the words. Was he talking to Prax? Was the Station Master going to let her go? What would happen to her if he did? What would happen if he didn’t?

  The questions were driving her crazy, especially since she could only stand perfectly still, not pace restlessly as she desperately wanted to do. Only keep her mouth closed and not demand to know what was going to happen to her. Although, in the end, it didn’t matter what the answers were. What would happen, would happen. She would go where she was taken. She didn’t have any say in the matter.

  “We are ready.” Micah was back. Relief was evident in his voice. “The Station Master has released the slave. We must leave the blindness patches on until we arrive at the palace. The king demands he be the one to remove them, so the first thing she sees is her Master.”