Slavemaster's Woman, The (19 page)

In their subtle expressions, Tarken detected
an unspoken message passing between them.

Scoac's attention then shifted first to Ayia
and then immediately to Tarken. “The pleasure servant stays.”

“Her presence is risking another escape
attempt by the slave. She was with the…” Narrowing his eyes at
Ayia, Tarken continued. “…Shalcar woman prior to Cushla being
taken.”

“Hmph…was I taken or did I try to escape?” A
wry grin creased Cushla's lips. “A question to ponder is it not?
After all, I am apparently worth a hefty price.”

“Fine,” Rube spoke up. At the same time, the
ship's engines began to drone. “The pleasure servant goes.”

Three expressive faces of
what?
Collided in answer to the royal’s decision, one from Scoac, one
from Ayia and one from Cushla.

Ayia stood and shot an incensed look at
Rube. “You've promised me passage. I'll be stranded!”

“You suck well, you fuck well. I doubt
you'll be delayed overlong,” Rube replied.

“Now wait just a cosmic plucking star min!”
Ayia protested.

Ignoring the visual daggers she was
launching in his direction, Rube continued, “We won't need you to
satiate our needs as long as the slave is onboard.” He glanced
around, his gaze shifting between several of the guards on the
bridge. “And I have no doubt, the slave is well-trained enough to
satisfy them as well.”

“I forbid it!” Tarken growled loudly, his
emphatic and uncharacteristic reaction, catching everyone
off-guard. “The slave will be fucked by no one except me!”

* * * *

Tarken stiffened at their stares,
immediately taking on a cool expression to remediate the unexpected
emotion. “She will not be touched until King Mecor deems her to be
available. The slave is his property not to mention…” He glanced
briefly in Cushla’s direction.

Even he was surprised at the force of his
own assertiveness, but the thought of them touching Cushla, of
anyone touching her was excessively bothersome—
no
, more than
excessively bothersome. It yanked at his gut. Did he favor the
slave girl that much? “She is still completely unruly,” Tarken
continued.

“Moon Crasher, what's your status? Departure
is cleared.”

“We need to hold,” Scoac answered in
response to port control's inquiry about the ship's departure
delay. He leaned back in his chair and then snickered. “Perhaps we
should determine who touches her, slavemaster, since you seem to be
having trouble keeping hold of her.”

Tarken's attention snapped to the bridge's
viewer. “Bloody fucking starbirds.” All he could see on the other
side of the glass was Cushla's backside as she scrambled away.
Without hesitation, the slavemaster dashed for the ship's exit,
ignoring the snickers from Rube and Scoac, and the rest of the
crew.

Briefly, he considered activating the slave
band but decided against it. His stride was much stronger and
faster than the little slave's, and it didn't take long before he
caught her. Much to his surprise, however, when Tarken clutched her
arm as she ran, Cushla came to a dead halt, her entire body
whipping around to face him.

She laughed, loudly, as if it were a game.
“I told you master, my goal is always escape. I must admit you've
caught me sooner than most.”

“Cushla, I'm not playing. An attempt to
escape warrants severe penalty.”

“Neither am I,” she returned, her eyes
narrowing with disdain. “Particularly when it comes to
you...slavemaster.”

He studied her for a long
moment, his eyebrow arching as he considered ways to punish her.
Still clutching her, Tarken turned and hauled
her back to
the ship, their feet clanking against the ramp as they entered.

Inside, the royals and Ayia turned to
watched them.

“I take it we’re clear for departure now?”
Scoac snickered and then activated the control to close the cargo
door.

Tarken said nothing but continued to stomp
toward the corridor that led to his quarters.

“I suppose you’re finally going to beat me
now?” Cushla questioned.

“Rest assured little slave, you will be
punished.” Tarken opened the door and yanked her through it. He
released her arm and then turned to glare at her. “But I have
another punishment in mind.”

Chapter Fifteen

Cushla studied his face for a moment trying
to decipher his expression. There was coldness in his eyes, one
she’d never seen before. It was as if he was indifferent or
mentally detached, and she began to fret.

Until now, Tarken had typically been
forthcoming with his plans for punishment, but this unfamiliar
aloofness was unnerving. What was he planning? Would he activate
her slave band, deprive her of food or lock her in a tiny, dark
room with nipping crawlers to creep all over her? Cushla shuddered
at the latter. Had she pushed him too far? “Tar—er—master, I wasn’t
fleeing back there. I was truly being kidnapped…” she stammered for
an explanation while at the same time, loathing every iota of fear
she was feeling as well as the unsettling sense of being at his
mercy.

“Take off your clothes, Cushla,” Tarken
ordered. He began to unbutton his shirt.

Take off her clothes?
Had the
slavemaster finally gone daft? Sex was no punishment. She knew he
was aware of how she responded to him, how much she enjoyed his
touches. Was he up to something? If that was what he wanted—Cushla
shrugged inwardly her body already beginning to heat at the sight
of his bare, muscular chest revealed as his shirt fell from his
torso. Who was she to argue? Then again, it would be completely
against her nature to comply, so she crossed one arm over the other
refusing his bidding. “Why should I?”

“Your clothes are filthy as are mine.” He
sat on chair and removed his boots and then stood again to unbuckle
his belt. Sliding from his waistband, he tossed it aside.

Cushla’s gaze flicked briefly to where it
landed before snapping back first to his face and then dropping to
his firm abdomen. She felt her own breathing grow a bit erratic as
he began to undo his trousers and a heated eagerness to stroke the
bulge now thickening and straining at the material filled her. A
smile quivered on her lips when his pants dropped to the floor and
he stepped out of them, his hardened cock popping free. She eyed it
hungrily.

With arousal now agitating her fully, Cushla
waited with anticipation, but he made no move to touch her, or to
remove her clothes. Instead, Tarken stood there in all of his
magnificent glory, giving her a moment to admire his firmly muscled
body, and she did. Gazing first at his handsome face she ignored
the distance that continued to plague his eyes, and instead focused
on the full sexy lips that had kissed her and coaxed her body to
life. Her smile widened when he lifted his hand to glide across his
muscled chest, watching as his index finger skimmed across his
stiff, masculine nipple, her own nipples beading as she recalled
how it felt when he caressed her breasts, her body, how he probed
her slit, pushed that thick digit inside of her and drew the
wetness from between her thighs.

Without even touching her, he was drawing
her wetness now. His hand moved lower and Cushla’s entranced gaze
followed the downward movement of his palm.

The lines of muscles in his abdomen
tightened as he passed his fingers over them and then continued
lower to his stirring member. He coiled his fingers around the
stiffened shaft taking it into his hand and squeezed it just below
the burgeoning head. A bead of moisture seeped from it.

Her body jumped with the sensual action as
she unconsciously licked her lips, she was beginning to tremble
with ardent need, her vagina already contracting and burning with
sizzling desire to have it sliding inside of her.

“Take off your clothes, Cushla. We will
shower before we begin. I have no desire to taste mud and muck
instead of your lovely skin.” Turning, he headed toward the hygiene
chamber.

This gave her a view of his back, and what a
tantalizing view it was. Though, she didn’t miss the broad and firm
definition of his shoulders and back, Cushla couldn’t help but
fixate on his swaggering ass and the way those sexy globes of his
flexed and relaxed with his stride. Spirits hell, she wanted to
grasp that ass while he pressed his naked body on top of hers while
thrusting inside of her!

Without hesitation, Cushla shed her clothing
and joined him in the hygiene chamber. Jets of warm water rained
down on them, rinsing away the worst of the mud.

Tarken took a scoop of cleansing gel and
began to message her chest and breasts. He then turned her to face
the jets and worked on her shoulders, back and butt as the suds
were rinsed from the front of her.

His actions were both soothing and erotic at
the same time, the warmth of the water and his large slick hands as
they glided over her soapy, wet skin was, her lust for him surging
wild.

Turning her to face him again, Tarken cupped
her face and pulled her to him for a searing, punishing kiss.
Trailing kisses down her throat, he sought out one breast with his
mouth as he found the other with his hand. Sucking hard on the
nipple he smiled against her skin when he heard her sharp intake of
breath. “Yes mistress.” He lingered there for a moment and
whispered, “I am excited to hear your desire.” Separating himself
from her, he stood upright and then handed Cushla the cleansing
jell.

Taking a scoop, she began to cleanse his
chest and arms working lower and lower until she grasped his
erection while taking in the sexy sight of suds washing from his
skin. Slowly, she began to stroke the full length of him and was
pleased when he closed his eyes, his head tipping back slightly as
he gave himself over to the pleasure she was giving him.

His already erect cock thickened further in
her hand prompting her to lean down and suck the pulsing head into
her mouth and heard him exhale a low groan as he grasped her hair
pushing more of the shaft between her lips.

She fondled his balls as well. Taking in the
weight of them, Cushla held them in her palms and then squeezed
gently. Doing this willingly, giving oral pleasure without it being
demanded was new for her. Tarken wouldn’t know that but she wanted
him to, wanted him to be aware that at this moment she wanted
nothing more than to satiate him, while hoping she wouldn’t later
regret submitting. Running her tongue from the tip of his shaft to
the base of his balls, he groaned again, his erection throbbing
several times.

He was close
…Returning to the tip,
she circled her tongue around it before taking it wholly into her
mouth again and began to suck harder, adjusting the pressure by how
his member stiffened and relaxed.

He began to pump and she met his rhythm.
“Yes Cushla,” he growled out hoarsely. “Perfect.”

Lifting her gaze to look at him, Cushla
watched him put one hand out to steady himself against the wall,
the other hand cupping her head, his fingers buried in her hair.
Indeed, he was close. Soon, she would taste the product of his
lust, flavor she secretly admitted to enjoying. She smiled, and his
cock slipped out of her mouth, she attempted to guide it back
in.

Tarken, who was still grasping her hair,
pulled her head away from him. “Enough.” he rasped out.

Perplexed, Cushla furled her brow as he
grasped her elbow and tugged her upward. She rose to her feet. “Was
I doing something wrong?”

Tarken chuckled. “No mistress, you did
nothing wrong, but any more right and I would have come and coming
is not what I want.”

Odd…
Cushla thought.

Opening the chamber door, Tarken stepped
out. Grabbing towels from the heating rack he handed one to her and
also began to dry himself.

She toweled herself off and wrapped the
towel around her torso. Although, she’d been accustomed to wearing
nothing or close to it, she now to appreciated a proper cover even
if it was merely a towel.

Taking her hand, Tarken led her to the bed.
“Sit.”

She obliged without protest.

Sitting next to her, he pulled her into his
arms and gave a small tug to the towel.

It fell open. Cool air prickled her damp
skin, but where she would’ve expected it to chill her, instead it
had the opposite effect. Now naked and exposed to him, the cool air
felt like a frisson of little shocks that awakened libidinous
sensation. Reaching out, she touched Tarken’s shoulder.

He returned the tactile contact by sliding
his hand up her leg. Leaning back on the bed, he pulled her with
him and cupped her breast as they settled on the mattress. He began
kissing her, lavishing her mouth with soulful kisses.

Cushla kissed him back with equal fervor
while caressing his chest and arms and thighs. Again, finding his
stiff cock she wrapped her hand around it and began stroking it
rhythmically, coaxing his arousal, anxious to have him penetrate
her.

“Yes Mistress,” he whispered. “You know just
what I like. And I know—what you want.” He circled her ear lightly
with his tongue and sucked gently on her lobe.

Cushla felt desire flare brilliantly, the
walls of her pussy thickening and becoming slick with juices at his
words and the way he touched her. “Please,” she pleaded, ignoring
that she’d never in her life pleaded with any man—until now, but
Tarken…
oh!
The way he slowly moved down, kissing his way
along her neck, his breathing causing warm tuffs of air to bathe
her skin as he licked and nibbled the sensitive area along her
shoulder. She let her head drop back to give him better access to
her.

He lingered there licking and sucking
lightly, and nipping her skin with his teeth, causing a wave of
shudders to course their way along her flesh as he heightened her
aching need for him. She released a moan and spread her thighs, and
his hand, which had been resting on her belly moved swiftly
downward to play between them. He brushed her clit with his thumb
and then rubbed it in circular motions while his lips kissed
circles around the areola of her left breast before catching the
nipple in his mouth. He held it gently in his teeth while he
flicked his tongue over its tip prompting Cushla to squirm and
moan.