Chained (Brides of the Kindred) (33 page)

“The implant isn’t always to blame when it
comes to technique,” the master said, relaxing visibly. “Come, sit beside me
and I’ll tell you about it. Maybe my girl can give yours a few pointers.”

“Oh, of course.” Kor nodded and took
Maggie by the arm. “Just pretend,” he murmured in a low voice. “You don’t
actually have to do anything, all right?”

Maggie nodded but her implant was pulsing
and she was feeling hotter by the minute as she followed Kor into the lounge
area. When he took the seat beside the other man, she sank obediently to her
knees before him

“Now then, tell me the problem,” the man
said to Kor.

“As I said, terrible technique. And she’s
mouthy too.” Kor frowned down at Maggie who did her best to look contrite. “I
bought her at the Flesh Bazaar with the implant already in place and now—”

“Well, let’s see this so called ‘terrible
technique’ the other man interrupted. “As I said, maybe Belindah can point her
in the right direction.”

“Oh, that’s all right,” Kor shook his
head. “I couldn’t possibly trouble your slave to teach mine while she’s, ah,
busy with you.”

“Nonsense—I insist.” The other man
frowned. “Unless you have something to hide?”

“Of course not,” Kor said. “It’s just
that…”

But before he could finish the sentence,
Maggie was already leaning forward and unsnapping the magno tabs that held his
trousers in place.

Just the tip,
she promised herself as his massive shaft sprang free and
she took it in her hands.
That’s all, just the tip. I swear…

“Very impressive,” the other master
murmured, eying Kor’s cock as Maggie began to rub and caress it. “You must have
Kindred blood in you.”

“So I’m told,” Kor said in a choked voice.
“I never really knew my parents but—Maggie,” he broke off when she began to rub
her cheek against him. “You, uh, don’t need to do that.”

“But I
like
to, Master,” Maggie
murmured, looking up at him. “I like it a
lot.”

She wasn’t lying. Maybe it was the implant
pulsing in her belly or maybe not, but she found she loved rubbing his thick,
long shaft against her cheek. It was so hot and the skin was so silky, his male
musk warm and enticing. The dark spices of his skin seemed to invade her brain
and make it hard to think. At the tips of her breasts her nipples were so tight
they hurt and between her legs her pussy was throbbing and wet with need.

“You most certainly don’t need to do it
like that,” the other master said. He looked at Kor. “I can see what you
mean—that isn’t very effective at all.”

“Actually,” Kor cleared his throat. “I
find it quite, uh, stimulating.”

“Not as much as you will once my Belindah
has showed her a thing or to. Belindah, my love, show this little slave girl
how you love to lick,” he instructed his slave. “It’s all right, you may
demonstrate on me.”

“Yes, Master,” the girl murmured. Sitting
back a little so Maggie could see she began a long slow lick from the base of
her master’s cock all the way up to the crown.

“Ahhh!” her master sighed in evident
pleasure. “See that?” he murmured to Kor. “She’s got the sweetest little tongue
I’ve ever felt. Well,” he added, nodding at Maggie. “Go on—do as Belindah is.
Show your master you can make him feel good.”

“Oh, no, really—” Kor began but Maggie
looked up at him and nodded.

“It’s all right, Master,” she whispered.
“I…I
want
to.”

“But, Maggie…”

But she was already leaning forward and
emulating the other slave girl. Starting at the thick root of Kor’s cock, she
dragged the flat of her tongue up his long shaft, savoring the salty taste of
his skin, breathing in his warm scent.

Kor made a soft, strangled sound and she
felt his big body quiver under her tender assault. Maggie couldn’t help but
feel a surge of power, knowing he was reacting so strongly to her touch—anymore
than she could help the surge of desire that followed it.

Part of her knew she shouldn’t do this,
knew that she had been trying to avoid this exact thing for an entire week.
But
I can’t blow our cover,
she told herself, justifying her actions.
And
besides I’m just licking him—that’s not sucking, not an actual blow job. Right?

Except just then the other slave girl
pulled back and looked up at her master for instruction.

“Very good, Belindah,” he murmured. “Now
show her the Shallow Kiss.”

“Yes, Master,” the girl murmured. Leaning forward
again, she took the head of her master’s cock into her mouth and sucked it
lovingly, opening her mouth slightly so Maggie could see the way she swirled
her tongue around the tender nugget of flesh.

Maggie only hesitated a moment.
You
shouldn’t
whispered the snarky inner voice but she silenced it at once.
It’s
only the head. And I’ve been sucking the tip already for almost a week. What
does a little bit more matter?

Leaning forward, she took Kor’s shaft more
firmly in her hand and sucked the entire, broad, plum-shaped head of his cock
deep into her mouth.

“Maggie…Gods!” she heard him groan as she
swirled her tongue around him and then explored the tip of his slit, lapping up
the pearly droplets of precum that came out. It tasted, as always, like warm melted
ice cream and Maggie eagerly sucked harder, wanting more, wishing she dared to
go further. But it would be wrong, wouldn’t it? Her implant throbbed, urging
her on and at the same time, the guilty little voice nagged at the back of her
mind, saying it was wrong. Just then she heard the other master saying that it
was enough.

Belindah, his slave girl, sat back
obediently and Maggie reluctantly did the same. God, why was she so eager to do
what she knew she shouldn’t be doing? Why couldn’t she seem to stop? Was it the
implant? Or did she simply love the way Kor groaned when she went down on him?
Love giving him pleasure? Love…him?

No, that’s crazy,
she told herself uncertainly.
I can’t have fallen in
love with him—I haven’t known him long enough. And besides, I made a promise to
Donald…

“And now,” the other master said. “The
Deep Kiss. This one takes practice to master, so don’t feel bad if your slave
can’t get it at once,” he told Kor. “Just let her watch and copy what Belindah
does. Belindah?” He nodded at his slave girl who bent over his lap again.

This time she took his entire cock into
her mouth. Maggie watched with growing lust as she sucked her master deeply.

“Ah! That’s good!” he exclaimed and nodded
at Maggie. “Well, go on. Do your best for your master, girl.”

I shouldn’t,
Maggie thought.
Shouldn’t do it. Shouldn’t go so far—shouldn’t
want
to go so far.
But
somehow she couldn’t help herself—she
did
want to. Wanted to so damn
badly
.
She craved the melted ice cream taste of Kor’s cum but even more, she craved
the feel of his thick shaft throbbing between her lips and longed to hear his
deep voice calling her name as she sucked him.

“Maggie,” Kor murmured and she looked up
to see him watching her. “Sweetheart,” he murmured, cupping her cheek. “You
don’t have to.”

“I
want
to,” she whispered. Unable
to help herself, she leaned forward and took him deep in her mouth.

* * * * *

Kor watched in disbelief as she did what
she had been avoiding the entire past week. No matter how much the implant made
her crave his cum, Maggie had been extremely careful to only suck the tip of
his cock. Now she was taking his entire shaft into her soft, sweet mouth,
taking it as far as she could. And Gods, it felt so damn
good.
So
fucking unbelievably
incredible.
And not just because her technique was
considerably better than he’d told the other master, but because it was Maggie
doing this. Because it was the woman he cared for so much. The female he…loved?

No, that can’t be
right,
he told himself.
I can’t love her. Why
would I do something so stupid and self destructive as to fall in love with a
female I can’t have?

But as he stroked her soft curls and
watched her lush lips caressing his cock, he had to admit that he felt deeply
for her—more deeply than any other female he’d ever been with.

Then Maggie released him. Well, that was
that—clearly she'd finally come to her senses and—

“Master,” she murmured, looking up at him.
“Master, please…come for me.
Please.”

“Gods, Maggie,” he muttered hoarsely,
watching her flushed face as she returned to her work on him. As she sucked him
eagerly, he felt himself throb and knew he wanted to come for her. But not
necessarily in her mouth. No, what he wanted more than anything was to bury his
cock to the hilt in her pussy and fill her with his cum there. Somehow he knew
if he did that, he would form an unbreakable tie that would keep them together
forever. Then he would never have to let her go.

Just thinking of tying Maggie to him
forever made his cock throb even harder and he knew he was going to come.

“Maggie,” he growled hoarsely. “Gods,
sweetheart—that’s
good.”

Maggie looked up at him, her lovely deep
blue eyes half-lidded with lust and he knew what she was thinking. Knew what
she needed. He could almost hear her soft voice whispering that he should come
for her, begging him to give himself up to the pleasure she was giving him.

With a low groan, he felt the orgasm
ripple up from the base of his balls and then he was coming, coming deep in her
mouth with her sweet lips wrapped almost around the base of his cock, taking
him as deeply as she could.

If only it was her
pussy. If only I was truly inside her!
he thought.
If only I could tie her to me forever…
And
then he lost himself in pleasure and couldn’t think anything at all.

* * * * *

Maggie drank his delicious melted ice
cream cum thirstily, the implant pulsing strongly in her belly button as she
did. She was aware of the guilt that was waiting to consume her but she wanted
to hold it off just a bit longer. Wanted to enjoy Kor’s pleasure the way he
told her he enjoyed hers when he went down on her and licked her pussy.

And anyway, I had to
do it,
she defended herself against the guilt.
The
implant was throbbing so much I couldn’t stand it. And now it should leave me
alone for a good long time so that’s good at least.

But no matter how hard she tried to
justify her actions, she simply couldn’t. Why had she acted as she had? Why had
she done what she had avoided all week? Was it the implant…or was she becoming
emotionally entangled with a man she barely knew?

Well, not
barely—
she knew Kor well
enough to know he was sweet and warm and kind and many, many other things. But
still
,
she’d barely known him a week and most of that time she’d had a device in her
that forced her to rely on him to quench her insatiable sexual thirst.

It was hardly a good basis for a relationship—if
Kor even
wanted
a relationship. It was true he had admitted he wanted
her sexually but he had never said he wanted anything else. Never hinted he
wanted any kind of a life with her after all this was over. Never…

“Very good—she seems to be a quick study.”
The voice other master, who Maggie had practically forgotten about, interrupted
her guilty thoughts as she sat back and licked her lips.

“Indeed. She’s…amazing,” Kor murmured
thickly. “More than I even ever thought possible.”

“Well, it seems that your problem is
solved. You won’t have to visit the House of Denethor to get her implant fixed
after all,” the other master said.

“I guess not.” Kor still sounded distracted
as he fastened his trousers. “The House of Denethor, you say?”

“Indeed—Master Hobbs did my slave’s
implant there. He truly is the best, don’t you think?”

“I suppose so.” Kor seemed to realize
something was wrong with Maggie because he was looking at her anxiously. “Are
you all right, sweetheart?” he asked in a low voice.

“Fine.” Maggie looked away. “Just…fine.”

“Well you don’t look so fine,” he said,
frowning. “In fact—” But just then, the pass orb which he had hung around his
neck for safe keeping, began to flash and jingle.

“Well, look at that,” the other master
said, smiling jovially. “It appears that your block is ready. Better
run—Belindah and I missed ours the first time and it took
forever
to
come round again.”

“Of course. Good bye and thank you for
the, er, instruction.” Kor rose and helped Maggie to her feet as well. “Come
on, blondie—let’s go.”

Chapter Twenty-eight

“All right, what’s wrong?” Kor demanded as
soon as they were safely aboard their moving glass block in privacy. Well,
relative
privacy, anyway. On either side of them, as well as above and below, Kor
could see other masters with their slaves in their respective blocks. Some were
engaged in sexual acts, some simply relaxing on their beds. It was an odd and
somewhat invasive environment despite their isolation, but Kor barely noticed
it—what he was mostly concerned with was Maggie. “Well?” he said again when she
didn’t answer.

“Nothing,” Maggie murmured, but she
wouldn’t meet his eyes. Wouldn’t even
look
at him.

Kor sighed and sank down on the large
double sleeping platform which took up much of the small room. “I can tell
you’re lying. You’re upset about what happened—about what you did, aren’t you?”

“Yes, all right?” she burst out at last.
“I feel guilty, Kor—I can’t
help
it.”

Kor rubbed his temples, trying to push
back the tension headache that was building there.

“Then why did you do it? I could have made
some excuse for you or just point blank refused. You didn’t have to—”

Maggie rounded on him suddenly. “I did it
because I
wanted
to. Because I wanted to so much I just…couldn’t stop
myself.” She put a hand over her eyes. “Oh God, what’s
happening
to me?
What am I becoming?”

Kor frowned. “We talked about this over
and over again, sweetheart. The implant—”

“I don’t
know
if it was the
implant! I don’t know if it was that or just…” Maggie’s voice dropped to a
whisper. “Or just the way I’ve been feeling lately.”

Kor’s heart thumped hard but he tried not
to show it. “And how are you feeling lately, blondie?” he asked quietly.

“I don’t know.” Maggie dropped her eyes.
“I can’t…I don’t know what I feel anymore.”

“Maggie…” He reached for her but she
pulled away.

“Don’t, please. I…I feel guilty enough
already.”

“All because of that fiancé of yours?
What’s so great about him, anyway?” Kor demanded. “What does he offer you that
I don’t?”

“Stability for one thing,” Maggie shot
back. “And there’s also the fact that I’ve known him for more than a single
week.”

“We’ve known each other for more than six
solar months,” Kor argued.

“Known
of
each other, you mean. And
don’t forget, I was asleep in stasis for most of that time,” she pointed out.
“So it’s really only a week.”

“That doesn’t matter!” Kor growled, his
frustration coming to a head. “A week is plenty long enough. Long enough to
know—”

“To know what?” Maggie demanded.

To know I love you!
The words trembled on his lips but the look in her deep
blue eyes stopped him. What if he offered her his heart and she tossed it back
in his face? What if she really did love that stupid fiancé of hers and all she
really wanted was to get the damn implant out and go home to him?

She doesn’t care for
you. Not really,
whispered the dark voice in his brain, the
one he had been trying to shut out and ignore ever since he’d rescued her from
the Flesh Bazaar.
She isn’t for you, Therron. What you seek is to be
found one place only…the Black Planet.

Who’s Therron? That’s
not me—I’m Kor,
he told himself.
Maggie
named me when she first rescued me.

She had named him and claimed him…but how
did she feel about him now? And how did he feel about her? Was he willing to
risk humiliation and rejection to win her?

“To know what?” Maggie repeated and he
realized he hadn’t answered her question.

“To know…to know I
care
about you,”
he said, trying to be careful, feeling for the words. “To know I have only…only
your best interests at heart.”

“Oh.” Maggie looked down at her feet in
the high, black boots she was wearing. “Of course I know that, Kor. And I
appreciate it, really I do.” She sighed and ran a hand through her hair. “Look,
I’m just really tired right now and really,
really
homesick. I think…I
think the closer we get to the end of this thing, the more I want to see my
home and family again.”

“Of course,” Kor said stiffly. “And
Donald.”

“Yes. And Donald.” She looked away.
“Although I don’t have any idea what I’m going to tell him or how I’m going to
explain…all this.”

“If he loves you, he’ll understand,” Kor
said roughly.

“I guess…” She sighed again. “Is there a
bathroom in this box or block or whatever it’s called? One that’s not made out
of glass so everyone can see in?”

Kor pointed to a small, opaque door in the
corner. “The fresher’s over there. Take as much time as you need.”

“Thanks. Are we in for the night then? Can
I get out of this, uh, getup?” She motioned to her leather slave outfit.

“Of course. I packed a sleep shirt for you
in the carryall.”

“Thank you.” Maggie took a hesitant step
toward him and laid a hand on his arm. “Thank you for everything, Kor. I mean
it.”

“You’re welcome.” He looked away. “Think
I’ll turn in early. It’s been a long day.”

“You can say that again.” She yawned and
headed for the fresher, apparently fine.

After she closed the door behind her, Kor
got undressed and lay down on the sleeping platform. All around him was a never
ending parade of masters and slaves doing all sorts of perverted things as the
glass blocks slid slowly past each other. Kor didn’t see any of them—his vision
was turned inward, his thoughts only of Maggie.

She doesn’t care for
you—she never did.

He was beginning to think the dark voice
was right. Her words echoed in his head,
I’m just really tired right now and
really, really homesick. I think…I think the closer we get to the end of this
thing, the more I want to see my home and family again.

That’s all she cares
about,
the dark voice insisted
.
Getting rid of the implant and leaving you, never seeing you again.

Or maybe that’s not
true at all. Maybe you should have had the guts to tell her how you really
feel—that you love her,
whispered another
voice—one that sounded more like his own, internal monologue.
Maybe if you
would have come right out and said that you wanted a life with her, she might
have reconsidered going back to that stupid fiancé of hers. Maybe—

Suddenly, the lights went out, everywhere
on the ship at once.

Kor heard a commotion in the fresher, a
sound like someone fumbling for the door latch.

“Kor?” Maggie’s voice sounded frightened
as she poked her head out the door. Kor could see her fairly well, even with no
light—his eyes had always been well attuned to the darkness. He could see that
she was wearing only a large towel wrapped around her—obviously she’d just
stepped out of the shower. “Kor?” she said again, her eyes wide and apparently
blind in the darkness.

“It’s all right, blondie. I’m here,” he
said roughly.

“What happened?” She made her way by touch
to the edge of the bed.

“Not sure,” Kor said. “Could be more
technical difficulties. Or it could be just time to turn out the lights. I
think they have an enforced curfew on this kind of ship—probably because all
the blocks are glass and if anyone left their own personal light on it would
keep everyone awake.”

“Well, they could at least warn us they
were about to turn out the lights!” She tried to get into bed by feel and
nearly sat on Kor’s head. “Oops, is that you? I’m sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he said gruffly.
“Here.” Leaning over he put his hands on her waist and lifted her easily,
depositing her on the far side of the bed. He made sure to put some distance
between them when he put her down. He didn't want to touch her if she didn’t want
to be touched.

“Curfew is now in
effect,”
a tinny voice suddenly said, emanating
from some hidden speaker in the far corner of the room.
“Lights out will be
observed for the night. Patrons are asked to keep to their blocks until
tomorrow morning. That is all.”

“Well, I guess that answers that,” Kor
murmured.

“I guess so.” Maggie shifted restlessly
beside him in the darkness. “Kor…” she said tentatively.

“What is it? Implant bothering you again?”

“No…I just…” She sounded so hesitant that
he turned his head toward her. The look on her face was one of longing and
indecision.

“Yes?” Kor prompted a little more gently.
“Go on, sweetheart. Something you need?”

“Not something I need, no. The implant
isn’t bothering me right now.” She sighed. “It’s just…I know you’re mad at me
but we’re in a strange place and it’s dark and I…I’ve gotten really used to
sleeping close to you…touching you. Could you…would you mind if I just…just
got…got a little closer? I don’t
need
to but…but I
want
to,” she
ended in a whisper.

Kor’s heart felt like she’d reached into
his chest and squeezed his heart with her soft little hand. At once the dark
voice that had been tormenting him vanished and he felt the hurt, angry barrier
he’d been building between them start to melt.

“Of course you can get closer, blondie,”
he murmured. “C’mere.” Reaching for her, he pulled her close, fitting her soft,
curvy body against his side as he always did.

Maggie sighed in contentment and snuggled
closer, resting her cheek on his chest. “Thank you, Kor.” Her voice was soft
and grateful. “I always feel so warm and comfortable with you. I don’t know how
I’m going to learn to sleep without you after…after all this is over.”

Kor breathed in the warm, feminine scent
of her hair and skin and felt her soft weight against him.
I don’t know how
I’m going to learn to
live
without you, sweetheart
. But he didn’t
say it aloud.

“You’ll manage,” he murmured instead.
“Might as well get some sleep—tomorrow is a big day. Once the ship docks we’ll
go straight to the implant house that male told us about and get that thing
taken out of you once and for all.”

“Then I’ll be free…I guess.”

Kor was surprised at the sadness in her
voice.

“Yeah, free at last. How come you don’t
sound happy about it?”

“I don’t know. Of course I’m happy.” She
shifted against him. “It’s just…I’ll miss this. I’ll miss
you
, Kor.”

“I’ll miss you too, blondie,” he muttered,
his voice suddenly thick. “You don’t know how much.”

“Kor—”

“We’d better get some sleep,” he said
firmly, shutting down the conversation. He didn’t want to sit there and listen
to her explain how she was sorry she couldn’t stay with him but she loved her
fiancé. He just wanted to enjoy his last night with her, the last night he
would have the right to hold her close, to breathe in the scent of her hair and
pretend she was his.

“Good night, Kor,” she whispered at last.

“Night, Maggie.” He dropped a soft kiss on
the top of her head and stared up at the glass ceiling, wishing he never had to
let her go.