Pleasure Slave

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by Ann Jacobs


  When she came she sought his soft lips, insinuated her tongue between them. Slave became Master for the moment when she claimed his mouth as he’d conquered hers. A power exchange that made her climax sweeter. Yes, she obeyed him as a slave, but in doing so she had also enslaved her Master.

  Epilogue

  One month later, on Luna Ten

  Guy and Cassie stood at the altar where lifetime commitments were made in the way of the ancients of the galaxy. Their friends stood witness, both those newly arrived from Obsidion and the twenty-plus families who lived in peace together on this idyllic planet.

  Cassie agreed to spend the rest of her life as Guy’s slave, a vow that humbled him, made him resolve to be her adoring Master. Because he knew she wanted it, he insisted upon going through all the ancient rites, knowing at the time he would suffer brief but excruciating pain because of his enhanced sensation. At least he had spared her any agony by having her tongue pierced painlessly before they left Obsidion. And he had the satisfaction of knowing that over time, his body would adjust to the bionic changes and he then would be able to endure severe pain that no mere human could withstand. Until that day, though, every tiny pain would be magnified a hundredfold by his new enhancements.

  Guy’s acceptance of the pain today would be his sacrifice. To endure pain for her, and to give thanks to the gods that, because of the modifications that kept him alive, he was standing here today to love her. To become her beloved Master.

  In the mossy glade called Eden, Guy presented his tongue to Luna Ten’s ritual celebrant, trying not to shame himself by screaming when the celebrant placed the clamp. The clamp was nothing compared with the pain that racked his body when a large-bore needle pierced through the fleshy part of his tongue. Through the pain he experienced joy, joy that came from knowing he now belonged to Cassie as fully as she belonged to him.

  He loved her for understanding how every sensation affected him many times more than it did a human without modifications. She’d suggested that they forego this particular part of the ritual, but he had refused, welcoming it as another test of his inner strength.

  Enduring the brief pain symbolized his victory. His future. His life, snatched back by modern cyber technology from certain death. Snatched into the arms of his beautiful, perfectly submissive soul mate. How could he not rejoice?

  The matched studs they wore gave visible evidence to all of the promises they’d made—her vow to be a loving and obedient slave and his to be a loving and protective Master who’d ensure her pleasure and safety. Guy ignored the nausea that rose in his gut as the gold post was threaded through his tongue and screwed in place with a captive bead on the underside.

  Once the celebrant sprayed on some salty substance that eased away the rest of the pain, Guy rubbed the upper bead experimentally over his own lips. Amazing sensations flowed through him as he imagined how Cassie’s pert nipples would bead when he ran his tongue over their sensitive tips, catching the golden ball in her small nipple rings and tugging on the delicate chain that joined them and two more that connected them to the identical adornment in her clit. His nipples hardened when he pictured her tonguing them. And his cock, already at full attention, released glistening lubrication around the ring in its tip when he thought of how her pierced tongue would feel with its new stud when she licked and sucked him there.

  “You are now Master and slave. Sir, you may place your collar on your slave.”

  Glad he’d foregone the custom of taking her silken hair to make the flogger that tradition decreed all Masters should have, Guy caught up the golden mass and gathered it into a high ponytail. After securing it in a gold barrette, he took the jeweled collar they’d bought on Obsidion and locked it securely about her slender neck.

  As a good slave should, Cassie lowered her gaze when the celebrant—a eunuch or Guy would have nixed this part of the ritual, too—knelt behind her and worked a long, thick stimulator into her anus until its flat base lay flush within the satiny folds of her outer labia. Guy tongue-fucked her mouth, the recent discomfort of his piercing forgotten in the erotic haze of this ancient rite of submission.

  Gods but he loved her. “Kneel and pay me homage,” he told her when he broke the kiss, exerting enough pressure on her leash to bring her to her knees. Her hands cupping his scrotum, she lapped the underside of his cock.

  Holding back was agony. Every velvety swipe of her tongue let him experience the erotic sensation of her tongue ring against his flesh. He felt the heat of her hands and the soft whoosh of her breath against his hairless groin. Her tongue ring tugged on each jeweled barbell that marched up the underside of his cock. Finally the wet, slick heat of her mouth when she took him in her mouth and sucked his cockhead had his semen bubbling, demanding release.

  The celebrant’s bell chimed three times. Guy had to last through two more torturous minutes, lest ill luck befall him and his slave for all eternity. Oh gods in the universe, the delicious sensations of her stabbing her tongue into his slit and lapping up the lubrication that was flowing from it so freely, was almost too much to bear. Why did she have to suck him so voraciously? He gritted his teeth, trying to ignore the way she worked his ring around until its bead rested in his slit.

  The celebrant knelt behind Cassie, working the plug in and out of her ass. Her whimpers resonated against his cock. Each second of holding out was pure torture. As the last bell tolled, Cassie deep throated Guy, accepting each burst of his semen and swallowing it as though she were starved. Then, with him still in her mouth, she wrapped her ponytail around the base of his cock, symbolizing that her hair was his to do with as he wished.

  Compared with this, the rest of the ritual would be easy. Guy drew Cassie to her feet, leaving the butt plug in place, and licked away the drops of semen that had gathered on her swollen lips. Gently he lifted her, and draped her facedown across a moss-covered altar made from sacred stone. He watched with wonder as the fragrant, flowered vines that grew around it captured her, confining her much like the ropes he’d been taught to use for bondage as a young star commander eager to begin the road toward sexual dominance.

  Between tightly bound, widespread legs, her swollen, satin lips pouted. Her cunt glistened, as though begging for his mouth…his cock.

  Let her see the instrument of her enslavement. Though no one had spoken, Guy heard the male voice clearly. The voice of the trainer who had been preparing them for their mating since they’d arrived weeks earlier. Stepping up to where his cock aligned with her face, he fed it to her again, briefly enduring the pleasure of her licking him until he could take no more. “Do you want me to fuck you now?”

  “Oh yes, Master. Please fuck me. If it pleases you.”

  It pleased him, all right. He stepped behind her and positioned himself between her bound, outstretched legs. Slowly, he worked his cock into her cunt, made incredibly tight by the presence of the large, ceremonial plug that lay embedded in her pretty ass. With slow, measured strokes, he fucked her from behind, gritting his teeth against the need to come, determined to give her the release she deserved.

  With every thrust, each gentle tug of his fingers on her clit, every slap of his balls against her pussy lips, Cassie felt his need more than her own. The slick sheen of sweat on the skin of his muscular arms, the moist heat of his straining chest muscles against her back and the ragged sound of his breathing gave evidence of what it was costing him to hold back.

  Helpless to ease his suffering, bound as she was, she did as she’d promised an hour earlier, when the celebration of their joining had first begun.

  I will love you, obey you, submit to your desires. You are my Master, I, your slave, for now and forever. I give you my heart, my soul, my body—trusting you to treasure them always and keep me from harm.

  An incredible pressure built in her cunt and ass, stronger than anything she’d experienced before. “Master, may I come?” she whispered, almost beyond speaking as searing sensations spread along nerve endings already stimulated b
y her bindings, the collar that proclaimed her his and the stimulator that felt so much like his huge, hard cock. She clenched her inner muscles around his rigid flesh, feeling bursts of pleasure at each point where his lush cock jewelry made contact with her cunt, which had already begun convulsing.

  “Please, Master.”

  “Come, slave. By all of the gods, I order you to come now.” He groaned—a tortured animal sound that came from somewhere deep in his chest.

  The first shooting, fiery blasts of his climax triggered feelings so incredible they defied description—delicious feelings that swept Cassie away, beyond slavery, beyond ritual, to her own Eden. Her own dream of loving submission come true.

  The End

  About the Author

  Ann Jacobs is a sucker for lusty Alpha heroes and happy endings, which makes Ellora’s Cave an ideal publisher for her work. Romantica®, to her, is the perfect combination of sex, sensuality, deep emotional involvement and lifelong commitment—the elusive fantasy women often dream about but seldom achieve.

  First published in 1996, Jacobs has sold over forty books and novellas, some of which have earned awards including the Passionate Plume (best novella, 2006), the Desert Rose (best hot and spicy romance, 2004) and More Than Magic (best erotic romance, 2004). She has been a double finalist in separate categories of the EPPIES and From the Heart RWA Chapter’s contest. Three of her books have been translated and sold in several European countries.

  A CPA and former hospital financial manager, Jacobs now writes full-time, with the help of Mr. Blue, the family cat who sometimes likes to perch on the back of her desk chair and lend his sage advice. He sometimes even contributes a few random letters when he decides he wants to try out the keyboard. She loves to hear from readers, and to put faces with names at signings and conventions.

  Ann welcomes comments from readers. You can find her website and email address on her author bio page at www.ellorascave.com.

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