Chains of Desire (13 page)

“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?

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 have 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.

What was he doing to her? Bondage was one thing, it was
clear they both enjoyed that. But to use her in this way…was it the right thing
to do? He pulled out of her mouth and looked down at her. She smiled up at him.

That smile was all the answer he needed. He shouldn’t try to
second-guess himself. He was a Master, she was a slave. They used each other
for pleasure, each in their own way. That’s the way it should be.

He helped raise her back onto the mattress and then released
the cords and cuffs. She moaned softly as she stretched her limbs. But the
smile never left her face.

Then he climbed onto the bunk with her, covering her soft
body with his. He’d never before stopped to notice the sensual slide of skin
against skin. Hadn’t taken the time to bury his face in long golden hair and
inhale the soft scent. He nibbled tenderly on her earlobe and she wriggled
beneath him.

He slipped easily into her, burying his throbbing cock in
her slick heat. He moaned with pleasure and sank deeper into her.

She sighed and lifted her arms, then frowned and brought
them back down to her side. “Master, may I speak?”

He brushed his lips against hers and slid his cock along the
ridges of her inner passage. “Yes, slave.”

“May I hold you?”

He gazed down at her beautiful face and forgot to breathe.
He didn’t deserve her. Cupping her face in his hands, he kissed her deeply.
“Yes, slave.”

When she wrapped her arms around him, Jarrod sank into her
warm embrace. Her breasts pillowed his chest, her fingers danced over his back.
He began to move in and out of her, gently, almost leisurely. Slower than he’d
ever enjoyed a woman’s body before.

She buried her face in his neck, her warm breath soft
against his skin.

He was mid-stroke when she pressed her lips to his ear and
whispered, “I will come with you and be your slave.”

He stilled, her heat surrounding him. He rose up on his hands
and looked down at her, his heart full. “You’re certain?”

She nodded. “I didn’t have a chance to tell you before you
silenced me.”

“It was worth the wait.” He picked up his speed, thrusting
deep into her welcoming heat. She wrapped her legs around his hips, changing
the angle of his thrusts. Her breathing quickened, little cries escaped the
back of her throat. He slid one hand between their bodies and teased her clit.

“Oh no, Master, I don’t think I can come again.”

“You will come again, slave.” Pressure built within him and
he knew he couldn’t last too much longer. He pinched her clit between his thumb
and finger. She screamed and bucked beneath him. Her inner muscles pulsed
around him and that was enough to trigger his orgasm. A groan he barely recognized
as his burst from his throat as his seed burst from his cock. When his cock
finally stopped spasming, he collapsed on top of her soft body.