by Ivy Barrett
“You underestimate yourself.”
He just shrugged.
“I had an interesting conversation with Premier VinDerley a few minutes ago. The executive council has agreed to drop all charges and seal the records as soon as I find Dad’s journals. I know they’re here somewhere. It’s just a matter of sorting through all this clutter.”
“Haven’t others tried to find them?”
“Yes, but I know what I’m looking for.”
He chuckled and waved her away. “Get to it! I’m under house arrest until they’re found.”
“Behave yourself. I’ll talk to you soon.”
The screen blinked off and a heaviness settled over Korbin’s heart. He’d tried so hard not to think about Danette. Why did Corry have to mention her?
Long hours of isolation and boredom had forced him to face his deepest fear. He was very much in love with his captive, but even love didn’t change who they were, how they’d been reared. She was a princess and he was a pauper. Korbin had outgrown fairy tales.
The door buzzer sounded and Korbin dragged himself from his discontented thoughts. Larz must have forgotten something. Korbin already checked in with the warden, and no one else on Borrelly knew he was here.
He raised the privacy panel, and felt his heart miss a beat. Danette stood before him, a vision in red and gold. “What— What are you doing here?” He whispered the words, afraid the vibration of his voice would disintegrate the hallucination.
“May I come in?”
This couldn’t be real, yet there she stood, smiling innocently. Swallowing hard, he stepped out of the way and she moved into the foyer. Her fresh scent wrapped around him as he turned and secured the door. He scrambled for an explanation, paralyzed by possibilities.
He closed his eyes. His body ached, longed for—for things he had no right to want.
“I did it.”
Her casual tone made him turn around. She tucked a strand of long blonde hair behind her ear. Her blue eyes sparkled, and her full lips formed a perfect smile.
“You did what?” He was afraid to move, afraid to breathe.
“I had it out with my father once and for all. I told him I was leaving and I wasn’t coming back. Even if you…don’t want me, I will not live like that anymore.”
He cleared his throat and moved toward her, a moth captivated by a flame. “Does your father know where you are?”
“I don’t think so. He’ll expect me to charter a private cruiser, so I took a commuter shuttle like everyone else.”
His disobedient heart leaped, established a rhythm that made his head spin. They’d been on the same ship. He’d been contained belowdecks, away from the other passengers, and all the time Danette had been just above him.
“Are you sure this is what you want?” His mouth was so dry he could hardly speak.
She untied the belt securing her ankle-length coat and shrugged out of the garment. Korbin grabbed the wall for support. Her luscious body was contoured by the slave costume she’d worn the night he took her to the Pleasure Palace.
“I want nothing more, Master.”
Korbin circled her on trembling legs. She was spectacular, perfect and blissfully submissive. His body tightened with demanding need. He would protect and treasure her. He would cherish and pamper her… But first he must claim her as his.
“I asked you before and you refused to tell me. As a demonstration of your obedience, tell me now. Who brought you to the Pleasure Palace? Why did you agree to be trained?”
Composing his features into an expression of carnal demand, he gazed boldly at her full breasts and long, toned legs. Licking his fingers, he rolled her nipples, watching as they tightened and flushed.
“I was invisible.” Her voice shook.
“Raise your hands behind your head and continue.” Her breasts thrust forward as she lifted her arms. Korbin cupped them, rubbing her hardened nipples with his thumbs. “Speak or I’ll stop touching you.”
“I was never alone, but no one really saw me. No one thought about my wants and needs.”
He grabbed the teasing thong and ripped it from her. Danette gasped and fought back a smile. “You’ll not get what you need from me either if you keep stalling.”
“I tried to seduce my bodyguard, but one of the reasons he was chosen was—”
“Did you kiss him?”
“Yes.”
He took her face between his hands and rubbed her lips with his. “Did he make you cream?”
“I ached for a man…any man.”
Delving between her parted lips, he kissed her long and deep, filling her with his taste, his texture, claiming hers in return. “Where did you take him? What did you do?”
“I took him into my father’s office. It was during a party at our house.”
Korbin’s mouth wandered along her throat, his hands returned to her breasts, squeezing, pinching her nipples until they stood tall and proud. “Did he touch you like this? Did you suck his cock?”
“I would have.” She panted. “He didn’t want me to.”
He arched his brow at this. What man didn’t want his cock sucked? “What did he do to you?”
She swallowed hard and licked her lips, her gaze filled with hesitation. Korbin stepped back, removing his hands from her. She whimpered. Her hands were still clasped behind her head.
“I taunted and teased him. I unzipped my dress and let him see my breasts.”
“And he still didn’t fuck you?”
She averted her gaze. Anger and fear twisted through Korbin. Had he hurt her? Humiliated her?
“He forced me down over my father’s desk and raised my skirt. I wanted to be frightened. I should have been frightened, but I was so excited I nearly screamed. He fucked me with his fingers and I came really hard.” She rushed through the tale, obviously confused by her reaction to the incident.
Korbin slipped his hand between her thighs and groaned. Just talking about it had made her cream. He traced her slit, caressed her slick folds, never going near her clit. She closed her eyes and Korbin kissed her, needing the tenderness more than she.
With his fingers still stroking her pussy, he released her mouth so she could speak. “I started crying. I didn’t understand what was wrong with me. He finally told me he was gay. That’s one of the reasons Father chose him to be my bodyguard.”
“So he took you to the Pleasure Palace?” He brushed her clit once, rewarding her obedience and encouraging her cooperation.
She nodded, her lips trembling, eyes passion glazed. “He suspected I needed to be dominated. The rougher he handled me the more excited I got. But he didn’t trust my training to just anyone.”
“He gave you to Paul.”
She shook her head. “He introduced me to the six Masters he’d approved. I allowed Paul to claim me.”
Without explanation, Korbin swept her into his arms. Her sexual adventures had begun with an unfinished fantasy. He’d heard it in her voice, in the things she didn’t say. She’d wanted the bodyguard to fuck her while she was bent over the desk. She’d needed him to be so desperate for her that he wouldn’t care about the possibility of discovery. Instead he’d gently rejected her and turned her over to another man.
Korbin knew exactly how he’d claim her, the combination of reality and fantasy that would excite and thrill them both. Striding down the hall, he carried her into his office. Moonlight outlined the furniture, showing him all he needed to see. His wide, sturdy desk would be perfect for what he had in mind.
“I’m going to finish what your bodyguard started all those years ago,” he whispered into her ear, his voice low and menacing. “We’re going to do all the things he wouldn’t, and probably quite a few more.”
A violent tremor passed through her, and Korbin grinned. He wanted her mouth on his cock, but he wanted to taste her more, needed to feel her lose control.
Setting her down on top of his desk, he positioned her on her hands and knees. He pulled her toward the edg
e so he could reach between her thighs. She didn’t make a sound, flowed from one position to the next willingly. He pushed her legs wide and covered her pussy with his mouth, shoving his tongue right into her core.
Danette cried out, rocking back against his mouth. She was already so fucking wet! “Come for me, sweet slave. Let me feel you. Hard and fast, do it now.”
He flicked her clit, pushed back into her cunt, and she fluttered rhythmically around his tongue. Oh yes! He licked and sucked, explored her slick cleft and traced each tender fold. He could live on her cream, or at least try to. He grinned against her damp flesh. Dragging his tongue slowly from her clit to her anus, he pulled away panting.
“My turn,” he growled, dragging her off the desk and setting her down on her knees. “Take out my cock and suck me hard.”
She unfastened his trousers and released his erect shaft with a throaty whimper. Korbin smiled. He was unusually hard. Initiating his slave agreed with him.
Using only her mouth, she caressed him, her hands clasped behind her head. He framed her face between his palms and slid deeper, advancing slowly, his gaze locked with hers. She tilted her head, allowing him into her throat. She swallowed and took even more of him. Korbin gritted his teeth against the pleasure, not ready to lose control. He reveled in the warm swirl of her tongue as she lavished him with attention.
“Yes, just like that. Lick me tenderly. Love me as I loved you.”
She sucked greedily as he slid in and out of her mouth. Her gaze never left his. Her longing, her desire and her devotion were all there for him to read in her eyes.
Restless and needy, he tried to concentrate on the pleasure of her mouth. It wasn’t enough. He had to be inside her. He must claim her body as his.
“Enough!” His voice snapped more for her benefit than his.
He dragged her to her feet and turned her toward the desk, forcing her to bend over the cool, hard surface. Kicking her legs apart, he shoved two fingers into her pussy and worked her ruthlessly. “Oh yes. Squeeze my fingers and I’ll fill you with my cock.”
He circled her clit from in front while his fingers pumped into her from behind. She clutched the desk and whimpered. Her inner muscles contracted as she came.
“Very good.” He stroked her back, pulling up on her hips and easing into position. “You’re an obedient slave and you come so very sweetly.” Without further warning he impaled her, twisting his hand in her long hair. His knees kept her open as he thrust in, hard and deep, again and again.
She gasped and cried out with each penetration, her inner muscles tightening. “Not yet! You don’t have permission. You will wait for me this time.”
Danette groaned and stilled beneath him, obviously fighting back her orgasm. He stroked her breasts and rolled her nipples, testing her determination.
“Talk to me, sweet slave. I want to hear your voice. Does my body give you what you need?”
“Yes, Master. You feel wonderful. I never want to be without you again.”
He drove deep and held himself there while she writhed beneath him. “Feel me. Know me. Say my name.”
“Master.” She stilled, relaxing until all he could feel was the subtle ripple of her core.
“Your Master loves you, sweet slave. I will protect you and provide for you to the very best of my ability. I will cherish you and treasure you from now ’til eternity.”
Spread prostrate beneath him, her body stretched tight around his, she spoke the words he had never dreamed to hear, making his world complete. “Your slave loves you, dear Master. I will submit body and soul, willingly. I trust you to treasure and protect me from now ’til eternity.”
Dark Star Doms 2: Toymaker’s Pet
Desperate for freedom, royal concubine Bryce agrees to pose as a test subject for the infamous Toymaker. She’ll participate in his sexual study, submit her body to whatever form of pleasure his creative mind imagines. With sensual smiles and carnal responses, she’ll carefully earn his trust—then deliver him to her Master.
Slade is determined to save the life of his friend and mentor Matthias, the Toymaker. Matthias has created his most ambitious toy yet, an android into which he will transfer his being. Though amazingly lifelike, the android will be an emotionless husk unless they can stimulate his intuitive programming. And what is more stimulating than raw, uninhibited sex?
Passion ignites between Slade and Bryce from the moment their eyes meet. She’s supposed to arouse emotions in the android, but Slade can’t keep his hands off her. Her silky skin and evocative taste leave him desperate for more. They harbor secrets both dangerous and damning. Will passion or obligation win out in the end?
Publisher’s Note: Toymaker’s Pet includes spankings and explicit sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book. Also note that an earlier version of this book was released by another publisher with the title Toymaker.
