Chains of Desire

by Natasha Moore

  Then he casually slid his fingers from her body and left her hanging.

  She whimpered. “You’re so cruel.”

  He chuckled as he wiped his fingers on his napkin. “Would you really want to come? Here? Now?”

  She shook her head as she thought about how her body would thrash uncontrollably if she came. That would certainly get everyone’s attention. Again, her Master knew what was best for her.

  Finally the food was served and the king stopped talking. Never one for talking if there was food around, he dug right in. All his subjects followed suit.

  Hanna wasn’t very hungry. Arousal sang through her body. With her legs restrained, and her Master beside her, she found it very hard not to slip into slave mindset. Her skin tingled and her sex throbbed. Her nipples prickled with need and they’d not even been touched. She wondered what else he had in mind. Everyone was eating. No one was looking at them. She could only imagine what else he’d come up with.

  He leaned over to kiss her cheek. His breath was hot on her face. “Hands behind your back.”

  Her sex clenched and she felt more moisture trickle from her core. “How will I eat?”

  “I’ll feed you.”

  She moaned and slid her hands at the small of her back. Jarrod hooked her cuffs together behind her.

  “Good slave.” His lips brushed her earlobe. “You look beautiful.”

  He ate first, obviously enjoying himself while she just sat there, unable to do anything. He cast glances at her from time to time and grinned. Her cheeks hurt from forcing herself to smile. When his plate was finally empty, he turned to her.

  “Hungry?” He speared a piece of meat, as he’d done for her the first night they met. He offered it to her and she opened her mouth. At the same time that he shoved the meat into her mouth, he plunged two fingers back into her core.

  He fed her slowly, thrusting into her just as slowly, building the need growing within her. Hanna noticed several Vanyans pointing and smiling. Young love. Isn’t that sweet? What a handsome couple.

  None of them seemed to notice that she no longer had the use of her hands. That one of his hands was under the table, still working in and out of her soaking wet sex, teasing her unmercifully. They saw what they wanted to see. Hanna wasn’t sure how she felt about all this. She was so aroused she could hardly think at all. She wished they were alone so he could put his hands all over her, shove his cock into her, satisfy this aching need that was eating at her from the inside out.

  Then, as he fed her another piece of fruit and told her once more what a good slave she was, she realized she had it wrong again. She should be only thinking about pleasing him. Her Master knew what she needed. She had to trust him. She only had to do what he wanted her to do and everything would be all right.

  “I’m going to make you come,” he whispered, as he leaned forward to give her a sip of wine.

  “No,” she moaned. How could that be all right? How could he expect her to give herself over to him in front of all these people? She had no control of her body when she came.

  With two of his fingers still inside her, he grabbed tightly onto her sex. The pressure pushed the heel of his hand down on her sensitive nub, a reminder that she had no control of her body anyway. “You will come.” He tipped the wineglass to her lips again. “Drink up.”

  She swallowed the rest of the wine. She hadn’t had much to eat and she was lightheaded. But was it from the wine? Or was it the arousal that had her on edge? Or the fact that she was bound in front of hundreds of people and her Master was going to make her come?

  She whimpered softly. She couldn’t close her eyes, couldn’t drop her head back as his fingers drove her arousal even higher. She had to sit still, hold her position. She could do nothing but look out at the people still eating in front of her and hope her body didn’t jerk like a puppet’s when he took her over the edge.

  A puppet. That’s what she felt like right now. She had no control over her body. Her Master pulled the strings. He made her dance or cry or come alive under his hand. She moved at his desire.

  She came at his desire.

  He rubbed his thumb against her nub and that was all that was needed to make her dance. Her body rocked with the orgasm. He leaned over her and covered her mouth with his in an erotic kiss, swallowing her cries, blocking her jerking movements from view. He slid his fingers from her body and slipped them into her mouth.

  She whimpered and sucked them clean.

  “Is everything all right?”

  The king picked this time to pay attention to what was going on around him. Jarrod calmly turned to look at him with a smile.

  “Everything’s fine, Your Majesty. My mate is simply anxious to begin our new life together.”

  The king laughed. “I understand. You are welcome to any bedroom in the palace.”

  “Thank you, but we’ll sleep in my cabin tonight.” As he faced the king and talked about his plans, he furtively pulled her full skirt down over her knees. “I want to leave very early in the morning, so we’ll stay on board the ship tonight.”

  “Leaving so soon?” the king asked.

  Hanna wondered the same thing. Jarrod hadn’t said anything about leaving in the morning.

  “I hoped you could fill me in on some of the technologies we’re unaware of,” the king went on.

  “Micah will be happy to explain. He’s much better at that than I am.” Jarrod downed the rest of his wine. “A shipment of supplies should have been delivered at the trading post already. I need to check on them and on our property.” He shook the king’s hand. “Thank you for your hospitality, Your Majesty. We will return for a visit as soon as possible.”

  He stood while Hanna sat there, feeling like a fool, unable to move. “Let me help you with your long dress.” He knelt behind her and unhooked her ankles in a flash. He leaned across her back and whispered loudly enough for the king to hear, “Did I tell you how lovely you look in this dress?” He unhooked her wrists, then whispered more softly, “I can’t wait to get you out of it.” He slid her chair back for her so she could rise.

  While his words sent new tingles flowing through her, Hanna didn’t let him rush her. She hugged Serena and Micah, promising to be back for a visit soon. She thanked the king and was touched to receive a hug from him as well. Then to her surprise, Jarrod swept her up into his arms and carried her through the maze of tables. Hanna was shocked at the applause and laughter that rang out around them.

  The sky had grown dark by the time they left the dining hall. Bright stars dotted the vast expanse. Jarrod strode toward the field where the Galaxy sat. It was merely a shadow in the distance. How much her life had changed since she’d been snatched from that same field not that long ago.

  She wriggled in his arms. “You can put me down now.”

  He gathered her closer to his chest. She felt safe and loved in his embrace. “I’ll carry you.”

  She knew there was no sense arguing with him and as she snuggled against him she wondered why she’d wanted to try. She closed her eyes and listened to the steady beat of his heart.

  Once they were inside the ship and the door closed behind them, Jarrod grabbed her dress and yanked it off her shoulders. Hanna cried out when she heard the seam rip. “Careful!”

  He frowned and let her help him get it off her body as quickly as possible. He tossed the lacy dress away. “That’s the way I like to see you.”

  She knelt down and gathered the dress up in her arms. “This was a gift from Serena.” And at the moment, the only piece of clothing she owned.

  “I’m sorry. But it’s not like you’re going to be wearing it again.”

  Hanna clutched it a little tighter. “Why not?”

  “There’s not going to be a lot of call for fancy dresses where we’re going.”

  She’d mend it and wear it sometime for him as a surprise. “I wish you’d tell me more about where we’re going. I know so little about our new home.”

  “We’l
l have plenty of time for that during our voyage.” He pulled her to him and pushed his rigid shaft against her stomach. “I have more pressing needs now.”

  She couldn’t let him distract her. “I need to get some of my clothes together before we leave tomorrow.”

  “You don’t need any clothes.” He pinched her nipple and tugged on the silver ring. “I prefer you naked.”

  A jolt of pure desire shot to her sex, but she had to keep her thoughts straight. “I can’t always be naked.”

  His gaze burned into her as he looked her up and down. “As far as I’m concerned, you can.”

  She stepped away from him and he let her go. “Be reasonable. You said there are a lot of rough, lonely men where we’re going. Do you want them to see me naked? Marked as a sex slave?”

  His expression darkened and he grabbed her arm again, tighter this time. “No one else will see your body.” The possessive look on his face sent a thrill racing along her skin. “I’ll get you some clothes after we arrive. You can wear one of my T-shirts when we leave the ship.”

  “What about until then?”

  He stared at her as if it was obvious. “I want you naked.”

  * * * * *

  When they entered his cabin, Hanna saw that Jarrod had managed to obtain hooks and find places to install them all over the room. Big, heavy ones in the ceiling. Small ones on the legs and back of his chair. More heavy ones on the walls of the alcove in which the bunk sat.

  They had more incredible sex that night where he enjoyed her body thoroughly and then held her gently in his arms after she’d climaxed more times than she could count. She was drowsy and well satisfied when he got up off the bed and without a word, hooked her right wrist cuff to the wall. She watched while he did the same to her other wrist and both ankles, until she was stretched spread-eagle on the mattress. Then he turned around and walked to the door.

  She missed the touch of his skin on hers, the heat of his body against hers. She shivered from the chill. “Where are you going?”

  He turned around and frowned at her. “Go to sleep.” Then he turned off the overheads, closed the door behind him and left her there in the silent darkness.

  Hanna knew she should just relax and trust him, but it was difficult when she had no idea what was on his mind. Was this the way it was always going to be? She closed her eyes and tried to relax but her frustration began to build. Along with a burning resentment.

  She didn’t know how long she lay there before she heard the ship power up. The familiar whine was followed by the soft vibration she’d gotten used to over the last few days. Hanna blinked away tears. For some reason, her Master didn’t want her to be in the seat beside him when they took off for their new home, as she’d been looking forward to doing.

  He said he wanted her with him. He’d just pledged his life to her. Didn’t he want to share all parts of it with her?

  Or had Serena been right all along?

  Hanna fell asleep at some point, her cheeks wet with tears she wasn’t able to wipe away. She awoke to Jarrod brushing his lips along the curve of her breasts.

  “Good morning, beautiful slave. We are now on our way to our new home. We should be there in a few days.”

  Hanna just stared up at him. She didn’t care if the hurt she felt was reflected in her face. She hoped it was. He leaned over to kiss her lips but she looked away from him, toward the blank wall.

  “Why do you turn away from me?”

  “Can you release me, please?” she asked, her voice flat. She wasn’t going to answer his questions until he answered some of hers.

  “Of course.” He quickly unhooked her cuffs, running his hands along her arms and legs as he did so. Her traitorous body responded to his touch, as it would probably always do, but Hanna didn’t let it distract her this time. She sat up beside him. He was so handsome, he made her heart hurt.

  “Why did you tie me up and leave me last night?”

  He frowned, as if he didn’t understand why she would ask. “I had work to do to ready the ship for the voyage and I wanted you to be secure before we lifted off.”

  “I wanted to be at the controls beside you when we left Vanya.” She winced inwardly at the whine in her voice.

  “You would have been no use there.” He said it gently, as if trying to calm a small child. “You don’t know how to work the controls.”

  Were all men this thick-headed or was it only Jarrod? “We were taking off for our new life together. I wanted to share that moment with you.”

  “Oh. I’m sorry.” He dropped a kiss on the top of her head. “I didn’t know that. You should have told me.”

  He was right. Just because she thought he should have known didn’t make it his fault when he didn’t. She realized they were both assuming a lot where the other was concerned.

  “Tell me about our new home. Tell me what our life will be like there.”

  He stroked her hair, which probably looked a mess. “We have lots of time for that. Let’s get some food—”

  “I want to know now.” She hopped off the bunk and began to pace, as she’d been unable to do in the past when the questions had overwhelmed her. “I have taken a leap of faith to follow you to a distant planet and share my life with you. I deserve to know what to expect.”

  “Of course.” He patted the mattress beside him. “Sit.”

  She shook her head and crossed her arms, rubbing her hands over the chilled skin. “Tell me.”

  He nodded. She could tell he’d finally figured out something was seriously wrong. “Micah and I are opening a trading post in the settlement of Daybreak on the planet Ceylon 7. People will be able to buy supplies with coin or trade for goods they may have. We’ve had a building built and should have merchandise waiting to stock the shelves when we get there. There is a landing pad for ships within walking distance and word has already spread that we will be in business soon. That’s why I’m anxious to get there.”

  He caught her gaze and she nodded as if to say, “Keep going.”

  “There is one living unit on the second floor. Micah will live there for the time being. I’ve had a small house built out back and he will be doing the same soon.”

  “And what do you see as my place in all this?”

  “I’m afraid at this point our house is crude, I haven’t had the time to spend on it. I know you will make it a fine home for us.” He stood up and crossed to her. He gently stroked her hair, then hooked his finger through one of her nipple rings and twisted. A rush of pleasure flooded her sex. “And of course, I’ll expect you to be available any time I want to enjoy your body.”

  “So I am your slave.”

  He circled her throat with his fingers, just above her collar. “Of course, you are my slave. When was that ever in question?” She swallowed and felt the pressure, the familiar reminder against her throat. “I am your Master. That doesn’t change when we open the bedroom door. And it doesn’t change when we step off this ship.”

  “So I am to be nothing more than your personal sex slave?”

  He dropped his hand and stepped away from her. His dark expression made her shiver. “You are twisting my words,” he growled.

  “How else am I supposed to take them?” Then she remembered that she’d never come out and told him what she wanted from their new life. “I want to be a partner with you. Yes, I want to continue pleasuring you, but I can help you with the business too.”

  “You don’t know anything about running a trading post.”

  “You can teach me. I’m smart. I’ll learn. I can stock shelves. I can sell goods. I want to be useful.”

  He glowered at her. His words came out slow, each word like a nail through her heart. “I don’t want you in the trading post at all.”

  She should have remembered what he’d told her before they left Noria. He’d said the same thing then. How could she have forgotten?

  “You will be very useful.” He hooked her collar with his finger and yanked her up onto her tipt
oes before him. “You will keep our home and you will be ready whenever I want your body. There is nothing more you need to do.”

  So she’d be back to the same boring life she had on Vanya. A few housekeeping chores and then she’d have nothing else to do but wait around to do her duty. Didn’t he understand she wanted more than that? She needed more than that.

  “If I’d wanted to be a nothing but a sex slave I would have stayed on Noria.” She sneered at him. She had to hold onto the anger so she didn’t fall apart. “I could be living in a castle. Pleasuring a king. And I wouldn’t even have to clean his house.”

  Chapter Eight

  Anger flared within Jarrod, making his body shake. How could she say she’d rather have stayed on Noria? After all he’d risked to get her out of there! She was ungrateful and spiteful and deserved to be punished.

  He grabbed her wrists and hooked the cuffs together in front of her. Then he dragged her over to the chair. She cried out as she stumbled behind him. He sat in the chair and plopped her over his lap. Her bound hands hung down to the floor in front of her, her round ass at the perfect angle for his palm.

  She screamed at the top of her lungs with the first hard swat. He grinned. She could scream all she wanted. There was no one else to hear her. She squirmed on his lap and his cock began to harden. As he rained smacks over her skin, she continued to scream, kicking her legs and cursing at him. He didn’t let up on the spanking, turning her skin a brighter red each time his palm landed on her ass.

  Her cries became softer as time went on. Turned more throaty and needy. Her skin glowed and he knew it had to sting, just like his palm did, when he swept it over her cheeks.

  Now she continued to moan and simply pressed her bottom harder up into his hand. As he rubbed one hand over the sore skin of her ass, he slid the other over her pussy. It was so wet, his fingers slipped right into her core. She moaned and her muscles sucked him right in. He didn’t realize how close to the edge she was. One brush of a slick finger over her clit and she exploded. Her body rocked on his lap as the orgasm took her over.