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by Aubrey Ross


  “Home. He has no reason to hide. I’m sure they’re headed straight for Halley Prime.”

  “Can our sponsor help?”

  Again, he shook his head. “Our sponsor insisted on complete anonymity when financial support was offered.”

  “Corry’s your sister. You have to at least ask.”

  Without responding to the subtle criticism, Korbin left the control booth. Sharon was right. It wouldn’t hurt to let Petra know what was going on. If she could intervene on any level, he would be thankful.

  He went to Corry’s apartment and used a secure channel to page Petra. During his years at the Pleasure Palace, Korbin had learned to appreciate her business acumen. She didn’t exploit her workers, and guests could indulge their every desire so long as all parties were participating willingly.

  The private, person-to-person page took a few minutes to connect. Korbin’s thoughts drifted back to Danette and his mouth went dry. He had no right to want her, no hope of providing her with the sort of life she deserved. So why couldn’t he get her out of his mind?

  “Hi there, stranger.” Petra’s husky voice drew his thoughts back to the present. Her image filled the vidscreen in front of him. Apparently she’d been in an orange mood today. Her shiny orange hair just brushed her shoulders, framing features nearly lost beneath her colorful cosmetics. Her lips were bright orange, even her brows and eyelashes had been tinted the outlandish color. “Have you come to your senses and tendered your resignation? You are so wasted…where you are.”

  Despite his anxiety, she made him smile. Petra could be quite charming when she chose to be—ruthless but charming. “I appreciate your saying so. Unfortunately this isn’t a social call.”

  “What can I do for you?” Her orange lashes fluttered, drawing attention to her newly darkened eyes. The last time he’d seen her they were bright blue. “You know what I want you to do for me.”

  He debated what to say. This channel was as secure as any long-range communication could be. Still, one could never be too cautious.

  “Might this have something to do with my nephew?” she asked, her eyes gleaming with knowing amusement.

  “It does, but what makes you ask?” Did nothing transpire without Petra’s knowledge? This woman might possibly wield more power than Premier VinDerley.

  “Come now,” she smiled and arched her brow, “a lady never reveals the source of her information.”

  “Has anyone attempted to access the package I left with you?”

  “Of course not. I’m insulted that you ask. Only someone with your retina pattern and knowledge of your password rotation can access your package.” She paused for another grin. “I can’t even access the private compartments. They are private. What does this have to do with my nephew?”

  “Nothing, I hope. Your nephew decided to end his visit early and when he left, he took the member of my team who means the most to me with him.”

  “Oh dear. That can’t be good. I’ll contact Elaine and let her know—”

  “It might be best to wait and see. We don’t want to tip our hand unnecessarily. The only way you could know about what I’ve just told you is—”

  “If I heard it from a member of your team,” she finished for him. “I’ll keep my eyes and ears open. I’m guessing you’d like to be notified of any pertinent developments.”

  “You’re as perceptive as always.”

  She leaned forward as if to end the transmission then she met his gaze. “What will it take to bring you back to me? I have so many requests for your services.”

  “I’m retired.” Even as he spoke the words, Danette’s image flashed through his mind. He couldn’t release her without touching her one last time. Regardless of where the conflict took them, they would have this one night.

  Chapter Five

  Danette woke up suddenly, her heart pounding in her chest. Something was wrong! She wasn’t alone. Clutching the blanket to her chest, she sat and blinked repeatedly. Oppressive darkness surrounded her. She listened for the faint shuffle of clothing or scrap of a boot sole.

  Silence.

  She’d been dreaming, nothing more. Taking a deep breath, she prepared to lie back down when the faint scent of his cologne reached her.

  “Master?”

  Her mouth went dry. He was here again! Feminine power surged through her. He could no more stay away than she could deny him. Her nipples tightened, her skin tingled, and her pussy flooded with welcome—for her Master.

  “I know you’re there.” She turned her face in his general direction, using his scent to guide her. “If you’re my Master, I await your pleasure. But only if you’re my Master.”

  “If I stay, I will expect your complete submission.” His voice sounded tense and torn.

  Could he see her? A display of her willingness would be far more effective than words. She tossed back the blanket and felt for the edge of the bed. She stripped in silence, keeping her calf against the bunk for reference in the darkness. Naked and shaking from a mixture of excitement and fear, she crawled back onto the bed and took her pose.

  She knelt with her knees at the edge of the bunk and spread her thighs wide. Raising her arms, she interlaced her fingers behind her neck, thrusting her breasts forward. This was called the Offering. A slave could willingly assume this position for their Master or a Master could command the slave to Offer themselves to another.

  Her lips trembled as she remembered the day Paul had Offered her to his mentor.

  Warm fingertips brushed along her collarbone. He could see her. She had no idea how, but he could definitely see her.

  “You are perfection, my love. A gift fit for a king.” Her lips trembled, but Danette didn’t speak. A slave only spoke in direct response to her Master. “You’re fortunate I’m a greedy, possessive Master.”

  A soft sigh escaped her. She didn’t want him to share her. She wanted to serve him alone.

  “When Paul Offered you to me, how did that make you feel?”

  If she lied, he would punish her. Tonight she craved pleasure, not punishment. “I was frightened. You were his teacher. I feared displeasing you and shaming him.”

  His wandering fingers drifted over her breasts, pausing to roll her nipples. “Is that all that frightened you?”

  “No.” He worked her nipples into tight, sensitive buds. Danette licked her lips, restless and anxious. “I was afraid…”

  “Yes?” A sharp sting pinched her left nipple. “Too tight?”

  “No.” Stars, it felt fabulous. Her nipple burned, a persistent stimulation. He clamped her right nipple and the cold chain connecting the two brushed against her torso.

  “What else frightened you?”

  He had obviously guessed her feelings or he wouldn’t continue to question her. “I was afraid he would realize how much I wanted you. Each time Paul took me to the common room, I struggled to keep my gaze off you.”

  “Why? What drew your gaze to me?”

  She licked her lips, her mind drifting back to the Pleasure Palace. “It’s hard to explain. You were so confident, yet so…caring. You always knew exactly what others needed to bring them the most pleasure.”

  “That was my job.”

  “It’s more than an occupation with you. Anyone can learn the skills of a Pleasure Master. I think you were born to this role. You brought pleasure to even the most reluctant slave and I was terrified Paul would know I wanted to submit to you. I wanted you to take me in every way a woman could be taken. Even while Paul was inside me, sometimes I thought of you.”

  He gently pulled on the chain, increasing the pressure on her nipples. Danette moaned.

  “It isn’t wrong to desire someone,” he told her. “It’s wrong to act upon that desire unless your Master grants you permission to do so. Was I wrong to want you while you still belonged to Paul? You have no idea how often I watched your training, how much I wanted to take his place.”

  His words thrilled her far more than they should have. She was mak
ing herself vulnerable. And a possibility nagged away in the back of her mind. Was he simply telling her what she wanted to hear? “May I ask a question?”

  “Of course.”

  “If you coveted me while I was with Paul, why didn’t you immediately recognize me?”

  “When I left the Pleasure Palace, it was as if I became someone else. Pleasure Master Nine, and everyone he knew, became part of my past. You were familiar to me from the first moment I saw you. It just took a few days to remember exactly who you were. Besides, it was a bit of a shock to realize Paul’s slave was Admiral Tiptonn’s daughter.”

  She hoped he spoke truthfully, but it didn’t really matter. This was a temporary diversion, a blissful way to pass the time until she was rescued.

  “Are you having second thoughts?”

  The dread in his tone silenced her reservations. “No. I want this. Badly.”

  “Then lie back and open yourself.”

  Danette lay on her back, digging her heels into the bunk and spreading her legs wide. The darkness caressed her as much as his voice. Her senses came alive without the distraction of visual input. She could smell his cologne mixed with the musk of her arousal. Each sensation seemed more acute, each touch more titillating.

  “Part the way for me. I have other uses for my fingers.”

  Reaching between her widespread thighs, she parted her folds, offering her clit and her core for his enjoyment—for their enjoyment.

  “You may come as often as you like tonight. I give you permission now.” His lips closed around her clit, sucking harder than she usually enjoyed. They’d waited so long and the tension was already at a fever pitch. His aggression was perfect. She trembled. Her pussy clenched demandingly and pleasure lanced through her abdomen. Before the orgasm began to recede, he thrust three fingers deep into her passage. With a startled cry, she came again.

  Danette shook. The forceful penetration drove her to a higher plane, increased the intensity until she could hardly breathe. How she’d missed this! He continued sucking on her clit while his fingers worked her core. After only a few minutes, she came again, harder, her inner muscles squeezing his fingers.

  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.”

 

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