Pleasure Bound - Complete (7 page)

“You will be killed. By your trainer.”

He just had to ask, didn’t he?

“You’d kill me?”

“This is our tradition.”

“You didn’t answer my question, Annie. Would you kill me?”

“No.” Her quick whisper was reassuring to say the least.

“And when you refuse? What will happen to you?”

“We will both be killed. As we make love to each other. In front of everyone.”

“What a nice way to die.”

“This is not a joke!” she snapped angrily.

“You look cute when you’re mad,” he teased.

She said nothing as she inhaled angrily. Her full breasts pushed seductively against the tight top she wore.

Despite his need to escape this place, he wanted to cup her soft breasts. Wanted to bury his shaft inside her pussy. This sexual awareness for Annie might have something to do with being constantly aroused by that machine at the Sperm Bank or maybe sex drugs, but deep down he didn’t really think so. He’d been sexually aware of her the instant he’d seen her standing over him in the hub’s square the other day. Despite her fear of Cath, she had stopped the woman from going at his balls with the knife.

He owed Annie. But he didn’t owe her his life. He’d have to figure out a way to gain her trust so she could help him get out of here. And he’d have to do it before tonight.

“Obviously I have no choice in this liaison. But you’ll have to untie me. I can’t perform this way.”

The stunned look on her pretty face made him grin.

“You agree?”

He nodded. He had one day to figure out how to get the ankle bracelet off. And then he was outta here. Queen bitch and Cath bitch be damned. Droids or no droids. He was history. Hopefully not literally.

“They’ll expose you to group sex, orgies, domination, torture, orgasm denial, anal sex…” she said as she began grabbing items out of the closet.

He didn’t miss the uncomfortable looking ball gag in her hand or the ball weights. A harsh looking whip was gripped in her other hand. A butt plug was already set on the night table.

Shit! Was she serious about all this stuff? Was he nuts to be getting the slightest turn-on about Annie dominating him? Despite trying to stop it, his penis tightened.

Suddenly he wanted her beneath him. Wanted to sink his cock into her.

She held up a strange looking contraption that looked much like a miniature harness.

“This penis leash will be your best friend. All the male slaves wear them whenever they are taken outdoors,” she said and focused her attention back to the closet.

Not this guy.

“Annie, when are you getting me out of these restraints?”

She stopped sorting and turned to face him. She frowned and his gut clenched at the seriousness in her voice.

“I’m not allowed to. Not until they come.”

“I can’t go anywhere. You said the bracelet will prevent me from escaping. I need to walk around. Go outside and breathe some fresh air. Work on a tan. Gotta look good for the ladies tonight. You’re welcome to tag along to keep an eye on me.”

Hesitation nibbled along that pretty frown.

“You already know I won’t hurt you. Remember I‘ve already had a couple of chances and I didn’t run. Don’t you trust me yet?”

What did he have to do? Throw himself in the nearest sacrificial pool? Oh boy, he hoped they didn’t have one around here.

To his surprise, she nodded, and in a moment she was jamming the key into the other wrist cuff. It fell open.

She slid the key into his leg restraints.

Joe could barely contain himself. A minute later he was free. Well, as free as a male slave was free in this situation.

Power ripped through him and he inhaled a deep breath. Slowly, he moved his legs up and down in an effort to get the blood moving.

“Thanks, Annie. I do appreciate it.”

To his surprise a warm hand slid under his armpit and she helped him into a seated position. Dizziness swept through him. He’d been expecting it from all this lying around, so he wasn’t surprised. He forced himself to fight it and a minute later it dissolved.

When he climbed out of bed, he discovered he wasn’t much taller than Annie. And she was still afraid of him. Proof being as she slowly backed away from him.

“You okay?” he asked.

“I’m just not used to seeing a male slave loose.”

Joe grinned and reached out his hand to her. “C’mon, let’s go for a walk.”

A confused smile flittered across her lips as she stared at his outstretched hand.

“Back where I come from men and women hold hands when they go for a walk. It’s a sign they like each other.”

“You…like me?”

“What’s not to like? C’mon, place your hand in mine.”

Slowly she did as he asked.

His stomach flittered happily and sparks shot through his lower belly the instant her warm trembling hand slipped against his palm. She was still afraid of him. But in time he could tame her into trusting him.

He wished he had more than one day with Annie. Getting to know her would have been fun. Showing her Earth’s traditions would be interesting. Making love to her would have been heaven.

Although the thought of fucking Annie senseless seemed to be square on his mind, he didn’t have time for sex right now. He needed to keep his mind off the sex and concentrate on finding a way out of here.

When the door opened, hot sunshine heated his face and emotions wriggled through him like a black cloud. Happiness. Sadness. Fear. If he couldn’t figure a way out of here today, he wouldn’t be feeling sunshine on his face again.

He’d be six feet under. Cold as a slab of concrete.

Or if he somehow lived, he’d end up servicing a whole town of dominating women. Either prospect seemed very unappealing to say the least.

Like he’d just told Annie, he was a one-woman man. Always had been. If he had to die fighting for his principles, so be it. It just didn’t sit well that Annie might die alongside him. He had to figure out a way for him to escape without getting her into trouble.

“This hand holding. It feels nice.” Annie said as he tugged her down the steps into the small dusty clearing in front of the grey log cabin.

He gazed at her and noticed the surprise and curiosity in her eyes. It appeared as if she wanted to learn his traditions. And he wanted to teach her. Surely he wouldn’t be breaking protocol if he just showed her a little of Earth’s ways?

“Lovers have lots of traditions.”

“Lovers?” she asked.

Hot blood surged in his loins at the sweet innocent way she said the word.

“Men and women who have sex with each other and like each other are called lovers.”

“Are we lovers?”

Damn. How the heck did he answer that question?

“It seems we are.”

“What other traditions do lovers have?”

Oh shoot. She just had to ask, didn’t she? And why the heck was he suddenly feeling so damn nervous?

“Um…well…they live together, care for each other, play house…kiss…um…”

“Show me how your people kiss?”

Was she teasing him or what? By the trusting look in her eyes, she wasn’t.

He turned toward her, took her other hand in his and pulled her against him. Her body felt warm. She made him feel safe and comfortable and oh so damned horny that he wanted to thrust his shaft straight into her pussy and listen to her screams of pleasure as she came.

Oh man! Why was he reacting so strongly to a woman he hardly knew? Was it the Florence Nightingale syndrome? Or something else? Was he hot for this woman because she was the one?

He almost laughed out loud at that thought. Finding his soulmate light years away from Earth sounded a bit corny, didn’t it?

He let go of her and slid his hands around her waist and proceeded to slowly slide them downward to cover her silky curvy ass. Pressing his fingers into her soft ass cheeks, he pulled her hard against him. She quivered violently when he pushed his rigid erection along her abdomen.

Her heart beat hard against his chest and her sexy scent teased him. When he descended his head toward her, her breath hitched with a sexy mewl.

He captured her mouth in a tender kiss and her lips melted beneath his. She tasted of strawberries. Sweet and delicious.

The taste of her set his lips on fire, made his head spin and he couldn’t resist dipping his tongue into her mouth and explore her hot cavern.

Her hands were exploring him as well. Sliding over his tingling skin until he was gasping into her mouth every time her fingers came into contact with his sensitive nipples. She tweaked and pulled until pain and pleasure intermingled in a fascinating chorus.

She trembled when he became more aggressive. He smiled to himself at the erotic sound of her moan. When it came right down to it women were alike everywhere. Sweet and seductive and more powerful than good liquor.

It took all his effort to stop the kiss and pull away from her.

Their gazes connected and his pulse faltered. Intimacy buzzed between them. He had the sudden urge to take her right here. Right now.

“What is that called?” she breathed.

“A kiss.”

“I could get used to this kiss.”

It took all the strength he could muster to rip his gaze from the sensual look in her eyes and the cute way her luscious lips tilted upwards in a wanting smile.

He intertwined his fingers with hers and said, “C’mon, let’s go take that walk.”

Chapter Nine

They walked side by side. As equals. And it was absolutely illegal.

From as early as she could remember she’d been taught that a proper woman always walked a few steps ahead of a male. It was a sign of importance. Of dominance.

And a proper woman always led a male slave by a penis leash. If anyone saw them like this, walking side by side, no penis leash and carefree smiles on their faces, Annie knew without a doubt they would be shot on sight.

Thank heavens they were in a secluded section of the hub, miles away from the center. Surrounded by dense trees and brush that hid them from the prying eyes of the drones or any curiosity seekers.

As they walked, she couldn’t deny the joy bubbling inside her.

The Queen had allowed her one day with the male. He had been the Queen’s present to her for agreeing to be her newest mate.

The way his face was all lit up with boundless wonder made her realize the price she’d paid to have him with her for such a short time hadn’t been too high at all.

He was happy and seemingly content to be here with her. That’s all that mattered.

The faraway sound of rushing water made her pulses pound with excitement and she tugged at him to move faster. “There’s a beautiful view just up ahead. I can’t wait for you to see it. It’s my most favorite spot in the whole world.”

“There’s already a beautiful view right here in front of me.” His quiet words surprised her and she glanced back at him.

His face broke into a breathtaking smile and she recognized the lusty look in his eyes. A look that seemed to be there whenever he gazed at her. She could feel the intoxicating heat pour from his body and spill over her skin. Her heart recognized his warm male scent and began to pound with anticipation.

He tried to tug her against him, but she pulled him forward.

“You won’t be sorry if you wait a couple more minutes.”

A few minutes later, she led him to the edge of the fern-cloaked river. Dark blue waters littered with giant grey boulders shimmered in front of them. She pointed up to her right.

He laughed with excitement when he saw the white water tumbling over a twenty-foot high rock cliff.

“It looks fantastic!” he shouted.

Before she knew what was happening he was hauling her into the dark river and toward the crashing falls.

A few minutes later, Annie was gasping as warm falls water hammered over her head and body. Slippery rocks beneath her feet made her tipsy. The undertow tried to drag her away, but he held her tight, pulling her toward him. The heat of his body slammed her skin and his breath seductively caressed her face.

Hunger was sharp in his eyes. The yearning for her was powerful somewhere else as he pushed his promising erection against her abdomen.

She noticed his hair was darker now that it was wet. It made him look more dangerous. Sexier.

“I want to make love to you. Right here. Right now! Under the waterfall! What do you say?” he shouted.

Awareness buzzed through her and her blood heated as he waited for her response. The thought of feeling his warm mouth slide over her lips once more made every nerve fiber in her body suddenly feel as if it were on fire.

She nodded eagerly in agreement.

His sexy lips curled upward into that drop-dead smile and he let go of her.

Automatically she widened her legs in an effort to keep from being pulled away by the water rushing against her body. His fingers wrenched on the hem of her drenched shirt and raised it, pulling it over her head.