She was frustrated that she couldn’t see him. She might as well have the blindness patches on. Hanna closed her eyes against the bright overheads. He swept his hands all over her body, brushing them over her bottom, her stomach, sending tingles dancing along her skin. He knelt down to rub his hands over her legs, to play briefly with the rings at her ankles. He tugged on the cuffs, spreading her legs farther apart.
Then she felt his warm breath on her bare sex and she trembled.
“Beautiful slave,” he murmured. His fingers spread her slick flesh and he blew on her hot, wet core. She trembled again and struggled to keep her balance. He swept his tongue along her sensitive flesh and she shuddered, much closer to the edge than she imagined. “No, you can’t come yet,” he said. He slapped her bottom. “I want you to concentrate on holding your position. You’re getting sloppy.” He ran his tongue along her slit again and she moaned. She wanted to squirm with her arousal. Shove her sex harder against his mouth. Gain release any way she could instead of enduring the prickles of need crawling under her skin.
She wanted to come.
He ignored her need, a reminder that it was what he wanted that should matter to her. “You taste as sweet as I remember,” he said. His tongue dove deep into her core. She yearned to sink down on him, have him fill her with his cock. He teased the sensitive flesh between his teeth and then sucked it deep into his mouth. Her knees grew weak and she swayed slightly. He slapped her bottom again. “Do I have to punish you, slave?”
She moaned. He knew she couldn’t answer. Knew she was bound in an awkward, uncomfortable position. What the hell did he want her to do?
The knowledge rained over her. He wanted her to do what he told her to do. Concentrate on holding her position. Simple as that. It’s all he asked of her. She had to give up her needs, let him enjoy her body as he wanted. All she had to do was stand still.
Hanna relaxed and focused on holding her position. He continued to play with the flesh between her legs, alternating long slow licks with short rough sucks and hard quick thrusts of his tongue. Her arousal continued to build, but it was almost as if it was in the background, her center of attention was maintaining the position her Master had put her in.
Then he added his fingers, dragging them through her wet, swollen sex. He plunged two or three deep into her passage, twisting them roughly, all the while sucking at her juices and licking but not touching her nub. She throbbed everywhere, the flesh between her legs, the stretched nipples, the pulse beneath her tight collar.
He slid his cream-covered fingers from her core back to her rear hole. He curled two fingers into the opening and forced them past the tight muscles ringing the hole. At the same time, he scraped his teeth over her sensitive nub. “Come now, slave,” he called out. “Come for me.” He nipped her nub again and she came with a mighty burst of energy.
Her body jerked with the powerful orgasm and she screamed with a mix of pleasure and pain. Her spasms caused her body to pull at her bonds, tearing again at her ravaged nipples, wrenching her shoulders, nearly choking her as she pulled against the unyielding collar. Tears spilled down her cheeks. But the pleasure from the orgasm was so strong, the rest of it didn’t matter. In fact, she realized that it was because of all the rest of it, that she received such unbelievable pleasure.
“That’s a good slave,” he said. He placed a soft kiss on her stomach before he pulled his fingers from her body. She could hear the rasp of a zipper and the rustle of clothing over her ragged breathing. When he pressed his body against hers, she could tell he was naked. Finally. Now if she could only see him.
Perhaps he could read her thoughts. Perhaps it was simply time. He unhooked the cords from her collar, cuffs and rings, then took the cord soaked with her saliva gently out of her mouth. She rolled her head and shoulders slowly, working out the tension that had built there. She kept her hands behind her back. Her nipples ached, the pain radiating through her breasts into her chest.
Her Master leaned over and gently took one of her breasts into his hand, cupping it as if it was something precious. He laved his hot, wet tongue over the tip, soothing her soreness. Sending arousal anew surging through her system. He spent several minute ministering to one nipple and then the other. His tongue was better than any Marvel Cream.
With his attention directed to her breasts, Hanna could relax and focus her attention for a short while on him. Enjoy the sight of his smooth, dark skin. His sculpted muscles. His erotic tattoo. Her fingers tingled with the urge to touch him, but she knew that had to come at his bidding.
Her Master smiled at her when he released her nipple and straightened. His long hard cock bobbed before her. “You have a most enjoyable body.” He brushed her hair out of her face and wiped lingering tears from her face. “Have you recovered enough to continue?”
She nodded.
He smiled and it took her breath away. “Good. I plan to enjoy you much more. Come over to the bunk and stretch out on the mattress.”
She did as he commanded. This bunk was larger than the one on the slave ship, big enough for two people. She hoped he’d be joining her there. But instead of climbing up on the bunk with her, he ran his hands down her leg, from hip to foot. Delightful shivers ran along her skin. Would his mere touch always bring her such pleasure?
“We haven’t had a chance to use these lovely ankle cuffs,” he said, hooking his finger through the ring. “Time to take care of that.” He pulled up on the ankle cuff and she raised her leg. “Your hand, please.”
She didn’t dare ask why, but she was sure the question shone on her face. She reached out to him, giving him her hand. He pulled her leg up until her ankle met her wrist. In one quick twist, he hooked the wrist cuff to the ankle cuff. Her arm and leg were forced straight out, attached by the cuffs. He grabbed her other hand and slid her body around on the mattress until she was lying across the bunk. Without being asked, Hanna raised her leg and he quickly hooked her other wrist and ankle together.
Now Hanna felt completely exposed. With her legs up in the air and spread apart, her Master had full access to her sex. He stepped back, taking in the view.
“Very nice,” he said. “But I think we can make it better.” He grabbed a couple long cords. He wrapped one around her linked arm and leg, binding them tightly together from ankle and wrist to elbow and knee. Then he did it to the other side.
As he stood there staring at her, perhaps admiring her, most likely thinking up new things to do to her, Hanna relaxed into the mattress. Who thought there could be such comfort in being tightly tied? How could she feel such freedom in the bondage?
Now she had nothing to worry about. No standing or kneeling position to maintain. No decisions to make, for there was nothing she had control over. That was up to her Master. Her sex gushed at the thought.
What if she had never left Vanya? What if she had lived her whole life never knowing the joy of being her Master’s slave?
Chapter Six
Jarrod stepped up to the edge of the mattress between Hanna’s outstretched legs. She made an incredible sight, with her body spread out for his enjoyment. His cock throbbed, he was so anxious to be buried in her wet heat. But he didn’t want to rush this. He had her for the length of a space voyage, but he still didn’t know if she wanted to stay with him after that.
Maybe she didn’t.
He didn’t blame her if she was frightened. Of a life far away. Of a life with him. She really knew nothing about him except that he carried a weapon and liked to tie her up. He’d have to prove to her that he was what she wanted. What she needed.
He tugged her down to him so that his cock rested on her bare pussy. He swept his hands across her stomach, along her ribs, over the swells of her breasts. She was the softest thing he’d ever touched. Softness had never been a part of his life and if she refused to go with him, that would be one of the things he would deeply miss.
He gently stroked her slender throat and ran his finger along the smooth collar. She
looked so beautiful with the silver band around her neck. He hooked his finger under the front of the collar and pulled her off the mattress until he could capture her lips with his. She opened for him and then moaned into his mouth. He plunged his tongue deep within her moist recesses. Her taste was unlike anything he’d ever sampled before. If she didn’t want to stay with him, he would forever hunger for it.
After gently lowering her back to the mattress, Jarrod ran his hands along his slave’s firm thighs, gently pressing them even farther apart. With her arms and legs spread apart, her body was open for his enjoyment. The cargo cords snaked around her pale flesh, holding her limbs together with a criss-cross pattern. She stared up at him, her big eyes wide. Her lips were slightly parted, she was still panting from her arousal. She was waiting for him. Silently. Willingly.
He wanted to watch her come once more. Hear her sweet cries of release. Her body dancing beneath him was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. He spread her puffy pussy lips and teased her clit with the tip of one finger. Her soft ragged gasp was a delight to his ears. Her clit quickly peeked out from its tiny hood, swelling and growing darker with each gentle stroke. Her moisture ran over his fingers. The scent of her arousal filled the air, tempting the beast even more. The dark need roiled within him.
He ran his hands down her thighs and over the curve of her ass. For some reason, the stark contrast of their skin colors thrilled him. He rubbed his palm gently over the cheek of her ass once, twice then slapped it so hard his hand print showed up immediately, bright red on her pale skin. She sucked in her breath and the soft cry that followed sounded almost like an afterthought.
He slapped her again, a little farther up on her thigh. Another hand print appeared. Her moan this time sounded almost like a sigh. He continued the smacks, over and over, watching her ass and thighs turn red. The room filled with the melody of sharp slaps and soft cries.
Jarrod was breathing heavily by the time he stopped and took a step back. His hand was stinging. His little slave’s eyes were closed, quick short moans still escaping her lips. Her pussy glistened, the pink lips puffy, the clit dark and swollen.
“I don’t want you to come yet. Do you understand?”
Her eyes were still closed, her breathing still no more than panting moans. When she didn’t respond to his words, he lightly slapped her pussy. “Open your eyes.”
She lifted her lids, but her eyes were glazed and unfocused.
“Look at me.”
Finally she focused on his face. A small smile lifted her lips.
“Did you hear me? You can’t come again until I want you to.”
She nodded and closed her eyes again. He had to get his slave’s attention. Quickly.
Her pussy looked hot. All the blood had rushed to the tender tissues. He wished he had some ice cubes to cool her down, but they hadn’t taken the time to start things like icemakers before they took off from Noria.
His cock was getting insistent, aching with the need for release. But not yet. He wanted to play with this body some more.
Jarrod feasted his eyes on his pretty slave. Her hair lay in a sexy tangle around her head. Her shoulders and hips were probably getting sore, but he loved the way she looked, spread-eagle and completely available to him. Her pussy was pink and moist. Her breasts were full and lovely, with their sunberry nipples.
Sunberries! Jarrod crossed the room to the food chest he kept powered up and stocked. If he remembered right, the freezer section held…he yanked open the door…frozen sunberries. He pulled out the vacuum bag full of his favorite fruit. After breaking the seal on the bag, he pulled out one large, perfectly round, frozen sunberry.
His slave’s breathing had calmed and she was no longer moaning. Her eyes were still closed, so she didn’t see him approach. Didn’t see him reach out and place the frozen fruit directly on her swollen clit. She yelped and her eyes popped open.
Jarrod chuckled. Yeah. He’d gotten her attention.
He twisted his wrist, rubbing her sensitive clit repeatedly with the icy sunberry. Her moans were back, louder than ever. Then he dragged the fruit through her puffy lips, chilling her flesh and gathering her juices as it started to thaw. Once he’d done that, he couldn’t resist lifting the sunberry from her pussy and popping it into his mouth.
What an incredible combination of sunberry and slave. He licked his lips and turned back to the bag of frozen berries, grabbing another one. When he turned back around, he saw her head was raised off the mattress and she was warily watching him.
“Head down,” he growled. He knew her head was the only part of her body she could move. The only part of her body over which she had any control. She must have forgotten that she didn’t have any control. “Don’t move unless I tell you to.”
She glared at him for a second, then plopped her head back down on the bunk. He just might have to punish her for that look.
But all thoughts of punishment left his head when he ran the new frozen berry through the folds of her pussy. The throaty gasps that escaped her lips nearly made him spill his seed right then. His slave was enjoying this every bit as much as he was.
He slid the fruit down through her slit and rested it on the entrance to her sex. He caught her gaze and never broke it as he twisted the frozen berry against the moist opening. She gasped and shivered. He moved the berry around with his fingers, pressing the icy fruit against her heated flesh. Then he slid the sunberry along her pussy again before lifting it from her body. Continuing to hold her gaze, he reached over and held it to her lips.
“Open,” he demanded.
She parted her lips and he pushed the berry, coated with her own cream, into her mouth. He watched her chew and swallow the berry and then lick her lips.
“Did that cool you down, slave?” he asked, his voice rougher than he imagined. Gods, he couldn’t wait to bury himself in that body.
She shook her head, a mischievous glint in her eye.
“No? You’re still hot?”
She nodded, a twitch of a smile breaking through. He loved her spirit. It would be a challenge to control it, but never break it.
“All right then, let’s see what we can do about that.” Jarrod grabbed the frozen sunberries and plopped the bag down on her flat naked stomach. He smiled at her rough gasp. He pulled out another berry from deep in the bag. Without any warning, he shoved it deep into her sex, as far as he could reach. She cried out loud with that one. He took another berry and another and continued to push the frozen balls into her heated core. Her whimpers sang through the air.
When he couldn’t fit any more icy berries into her cunt, Jarrod looked at her over the freezer bag still sitting on her stomach. “Cooler now?”
She nodded quickly and shivered.
“Good.” He picked up the bag, sealed it and put it back in the freezer for another time. Then he turned back to her and sank to his knees beside the bunk. He inhaled her sweet perfume and then buried his face in her luscious pussy. Using lips and tongue and teeth, he licked and sucked and nibbled. That incredible taste combination drove him wild.
His slave’s breathless cries told him how much she was enjoying his assault on her sensitive flesh. He licked her clit repeatedly, felt it grow harder under his tongue, then he pulled away just before she got too close to the edge.
She groaned, her frustration clear. So he did it again.
“No,” he said, after he’d pulled away the second time. “You can’t come yet.”
With his tongue, he caught a trail of sunberry juice trickling from her cunt. The berries must have been thawing. He feasted then, on slave and berries, using his tongue and fingers to enjoy every last cream-soaked berry. He sucked greedily on juice and flesh. He poked and prodded to make sure he didn’t miss any berries and to make sure his slave was still paying attention. When her cries started rising in pitch and tempo, he drew back once more.
“Not yet.” He smiled as he listened to her groan again. “You do taste delicious though. I hav
e to sample some more.” He ran his tongue up and down through her sticky, swollen flesh, teasing her clit some more with flicks and licks and a couple quick sucks.
When he felt her trembling, he knew how hard she was struggling to hold back her climax. He was so proud of her. So pleased that she would honor his commands, no matter how difficult. “Good slave,” he said. “You can come now.”
Her body began jerking from the orgasm before he even touched her again. Her arms and legs, still bound together, rocked back and forth. Her head rolled back and forth on the mattress. Her screams bounced off the walls.
He got to his feet and leaned over her, stroking her face, murmuring soothing sounds he didn’t remember ever coming out of his mouth before. In this position, his cock rubbed against her pussy and he was finding it increasingly difficult to ignore its demands. His cock needed attention. Now.
Jarrod grabbed her leg by the bindings and spun her body around until the top of her head faced him. He grasped her long, silky hair with both hands and pulled until her head dropped over the end of the bunk. She stared up at him with wide eyes. Her tongue snaked out and licked her lips.
“Open your mouth,” he ground out through clenched teeth. He thrust roughly through her slick lips, nearly coming with his first plunge into her wet warmth. He moaned and plunged into her again. He soon found the perfect angle to thrust again and again down her throat. He closed his eyes and let the overwhelming sensations surge through his body. She held her mouth wide for him, her throat open. If she made the occasional gagging sound, it was practically drowned out by his groans of pleasure.
He was on the brink of release when he finally opened his eyes. As he plunged into his slave, her head knocked into the side of the bunk. Her body shook on the mattress. Her bound arms and legs rocked uncontrollably back and forth.
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