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Even as her stretching vaginal muscles threatened to capture her full attention, she appreciated being told that this afternoon was nothing more than play. Play and pleasure.
“I’m turned on, Master. Every—everything you and my other master do to me makes me excited.”
He flexed his fingers. “Yes, I can see that it does. All right, here’s what I want you to do, slave. Close your eyes. Imagine that you’ve been blindfolded. You can no longer see what your masters are doing and that both frightens and thrills you.”
Locked in darkness, she imagined that the men were silently communicating with each other. She was their plaything, their toy.
A whine escaped her when he withdrew his fingers. Believing he intended to exchange them with his cock, she relaxed so she could get the full benefit. Instead, he slapped her ass.
“What—”
He shoved into her. At the same time he pulled on her arms and lifted her off the table. Totally within his control, she slipped into a space defined by sensation. Instead of the slave world built from her exploding awareness of herself as a sexual human being, she floated in endless colors. His every thrust took her somewhere new. Despite her helplessness, she’d never felt stronger or more free.
She grunted and groaned and twice shrieked. The sounds coming from the master fucking her weren’t much different, only deeper. Masculine as a counterpart to her femininity.
Female. A woman. A sexual creature.
Always before she’d known when she was going to climax, always had time to climb onboard the impending sensation and cling to it. Today it slammed into her before she was half-ready. Shocked silent, she lost touch with everything except her exploding body. Lived for one thing.
“Oh shit! Yeah, yeah!”
A powerful male body pounded at her, his cock tearing her apart and making her giddy with pleasure. One, she thought. They’d become one.
Take me, use me, teach me.
Long, incredible moments later, Master Jeff let her down and drew away. His ragged breathing reminded her to do the same thing. As her body continued to treat her to electrical charges, she sank even deeper into wonder and joy.
“Runa? Runa, you okay?”
Not caring which of her masters had asked, she nodded. How had her body become so heavy?
Knowing fingers released her elbows. She tried to bring her arms up so she could rest her head on her hands, but she lacked the strength. Someone—probably whoever had untied her—took hold of her shoulders and drew her upright. Her legs gave way but before she hit the ground, her rescuer lifted her in his massive arms and carried her over to a rubber mat on the floor. She turned onto her side and looked up at Master Ken. Master Jeff stood near the table, looking as done in as she felt.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
“No, thank you.”
Epilogue
Stay in the moment. Keep the pace. Work your breathing. Listen to your heart.
A half-dozen other runners, each of them wearing their school colors, pounded behind her. In the past, feeling the competition nipping at her heels would have tightened her muscles, but she felt loose today. Joyous.
She ran, not because she was determined to win the district meet, but because this was what she did. What made her feel most alive.
They were watching, feeling her joy because they knew her body as well as she did.
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“Another drink, Gia?”
Gia dragged her gaze away from the well-muscled arms of the bartender, Los, and looked up into his pretty brown eyes. “I’m not sure that’s smart. I’m starting to fantasize about you naked again.”
He winked at her as he poured a shot of some green liquid into the bottom of a coffee mug. “How about a hit of wake-up juice?”
She cradled the cup between her palms and inhaled. Though it was cool to the touch, it smelled like the richest French roast she’d ever had the pleasure to drink. She thanked him and didn’t even try to present her credit chip. So far from Earth, this planet didn’t exchange currency, instead relying on the barter system. Scratch my back and I’ll scratch yours. Unfortunately her back wasn’t the part of her anatomy in need of attention right now.
“Do you want to come back to my ship for the night?” It had been weeks since she’d enjoyed male company, and with no missions to fly she was totally out of her element. And Los was as fine a specimen of male perfection as she’d ever seen.
He placed his warm hand over her cold ones. “I told you, I’m looking for something more. A real connection. Until you have that to offer, I must regretfully decline.”
No surprise there, yet she was still disappointed. Gia’s upfront, no-strings-attached approach had helped her out all her adult life. Men appreciated her candor, enjoyed her body, content with the knowledge that was all she was offering. Not Los though. The first time she’d hit on him he seemed flattered, but disinterested. She’d asked if he was gay and he’d assured her that wasn’t the case, even as he’d provided her with another drink to ease the sting of rejection. The same held true for every other man on this planet, or at least those she’d propositioned. They all wanted more than a quick nail and bail. More than Gia had to give. So she’d changed her strategy and focused on Los, thinking she could wear him down. Unfortunately, it had the nasty side effect of making her feel pathetic.
He smiled at her kindly. Los was too nice for her. Everyone on this world fit into that category. Too kind for the likes of Gia. A reasonable person would love this place, filled with honest, caring people who wanted nothing more than to be close with their friends and family. Gia shuddered at the prospect. “Are you sure I can’t pay you for the drinks? I have plenty of supplies on my ship—”
She cut herself off at his shaking head. He knew what she intended, and she felt like some sort of letch for even trying it, a pervert offering candy. This whole place, full of decent, honest people, made her feel like a shallow slut. Grabbing her jacket, she headed toward the door before she disgraced herself further. “Night, Los.”
The cool breeze off the shimmering ocean lifted her hair off the back of her neck. She inhaled deeply, savoring the salty tang off the purple sea. She focused on the distant landmass, another island of some sort. The topography of this planet was filled with various size islands, interconnected like an archipelago. All tropical all the time, the world having found a perfect balance within itself, just like its inhabitants.
Well, most of the people here had found balance. Pivoting on her heel, Gia started back toward her ship, kicking stray rocks out of her path with a viciousness born of sexual frustration and general ennui. She needed to do something, be active and have a purpose. Daily runs on the beach kept her in shape, but in shape for what? A few cargo shipments a month swallowed by a host of mind-numbing downtime? What was the point, other than feeling like an outcast, the serpent in the Garden of Eden?
A high-pitched, distinctly artificial chirp woke her from her reverie. She fumbled for a minute, retrieving her comm link from her jacket pocket. “ ’Lo?” The word came out slurred. Maybe she should have had another hit of Loss wake-up juice.
“Hey, Gia, how are you?” Gen’s smiling face filled the small screen.
Gia couldn’t help but smile back. It was so nice to see her best friend really happy after all she’d been through. She took to this place like a duck to water, more than suited to Rhys, the empath she’d fallen for and his touchy-feely way of life. “Not as well as you, I imagine. How’s Rhys?”
“Divine.” Gen breathed the word like a woman coming off an orgasm. Which she probably was. Jealousy reared up, the ugly green eyes burning through to her soul. Not that Gia begrudged Gen her happiness. Her friend had gone through a dry spell for most of her adult life, where Gia had bathed in the pool of decadence. Until recently anyway.
“Why don’t you fly over here, stay out on the island? It’s private, and we could spend some time together. I feel like we’ve hardly talked at all in the last month.”
“I didn’t want to interfere,” Gia hedged. Or be the useless third stabilizer on a two-engine rig. Gen had finally found her bliss and Gia didn’t want to sour her daiquiri. “You guys are like newlyweds, or the empathic equivalent of it. You need alone time, to bond.”
“If we bond any more we’ll be permanently fused together.”
“Show-off,” Gia said with a wink, to take the bitterness out of her quip. “You know what I need? To be fucked good and hard by someone who doesn’t give a fig what’s going on in my head. Abstinence is total balls.”
Gen winced visibly. “Maybe you could try getting to know someone. It’s better when there are feelings beyond oh baby, right there, that’s the spot.”
Gia stopped and leaned up against a large rock. “Hey, that was pretty good. Maybe you can talk dirty to me and help me out of this funk.”
Shaking her head, Gen sighed. “You’re hopeless, you know that?”
“But you love me anyway, right?” Gia hoped so. Alienated from everyone and everything familiar, Gia needed her friend now more than ever.
“Of course. I know what you gave up to help us, Gia. Your career and your home, all your friends—it’s all gone because you chose to side with us.”
“At least I still have my stinger.” Gia gazed out at the empty field where her stinger-class starship waited patiently for her return. Pride made her chest expand, just like the first time she’d seen the stealth weapon that would become her home. Small and streamlined for maximum efficiency, the stinger could travel for over a billion miles on its cold fusion energy pack. The weapons and navigational systems were state of the art, and while she couldn’t take down an armada, any single ship in the galaxy would think twice about messing with her. Providing shelter, transportation, basic foodstuffs from the synthesizer, and protection, the stinger gave her an instant family. It was the only thing Gia let herself count on. The one constant she couldn’t afford to lose.
Gen spoke the truth. She had sacrificed a great deal. Not just her place in the stinger squadron, but her reputation as well. By going against orders, Gia had branded herself a traitor. And given the choice she’d do it again, no matter the personal cost.
Refocusing on Gen, Gia said, “I promise I’ll come over soon. Now I need to take some time to figure out what my next move ought to be. Send coordinates to my comm unit. And say hi to Rhys for me.”
“Will do.” Gen’s face shrank to a tiny point of light and then blinked out altogether.
“And then there was one,” she breathed, unsure of whether it was relief or disappointment in her belly.
“That ain’t quite true.” The deep timber of a male voice spoke from behind her, rumbling with menace. Gia shivered even as she reached for her laser pistol. Whirling around, she met the golden-eyed gaze of the one man she never thought she’d see again.
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