Chains of Desire (6 page)

She was panting heavily, sweat streaming down her back.
Gradually, the strikes lessened, until Jarrod dropped the belt to the floor. He
took the cloth out of her mouth and gathered her into his arms. She snuggled
gratefully into the hardness of his chest.

“Good slave.” He swept her up into his arms and carried her
over to the bunk, laying her down gently onto the mattress. “I realize you’ve
been through a lot tonight, but I want you to be prepared for what you will
have in store once you reach Noria.”

Hanna nodded. She wished she could cry out that she didn’t
want a training session. All she wanted was to experience sex with Jarrod
tonight. But he was the Master and she would do whatever he wanted.

He stood beside the bed looking down on her, so strong and
handsome. What lesson was he going to give her now? Didn’t he want to be
pleasured? She made a show of stretching, spreading her legs and lifting her
arms above her head.

“On Noria, all beds come with four sturdy posts, complete
with rings and hooks to secure the ropes and chains,” Jarrod said. “If we were
there, I could tie you spread-eagle and you wouldn’t have to worry about your
body betraying your pleasure.”

The words popped out of her mouth before she could stop
them. “But if we were there, I would be taken to the slave station and you
would be off to capture some other slaves.”

He was so still, so quiet, Hanna was afraid she was going to
be punished again for speaking. But after a moment, he stroked her face and
said, “No, I will be leaving the ship after this mission.”

She wanted to know why, but at that moment Jarrod grabbed
her hips and slid her around so she was lying sideways on the bunk, with her
legs hanging off the side. He picked up the belt again and handed it to her.

“Hold onto this with both hands.” She grasped the belt
tightly. He pulled her arms over her head and pushed them down onto the
mattress. Her knuckles brushed the wall on the other side of the bed. His hard
body pressed onto hers for a brief moment before he straightened. “Leave them
there.” The sternness in his voice let her know he expected to be obeyed.

Jarrod stepped in between her legs and dropped to his knees.
He grasped her hips and pulled her closer, then lifted her legs onto his
shoulders. Her heart pounded. His breath was warm on her inner thighs. His
fingers dug into her hips, holding her in place.

When he swept his tongue along the sensitive flesh between
her legs, she cried out with delight. With amazement. She never knew anything
could feel so wonderful. Soon she was overwhelmed with sensations. She was
panting, moaning. He licked and sucked at her mercilessly, using his lips and
tongue and then even his teeth nipping at her skin. She was barely able to
catch her breath. She couldn’t even squirm because his hands held her hips in
place.

“Good slave,” he murmured. “You may come now.”

Tension built quickly within her, seeming to swirl from
everywhere at once, concentrating on her throbbing sex. When it became too
much, she exploded into a starburst of sensations. A cry tore from deep within
her and echoed off the walls. Her body jerked on the mattress. Her hands, still
gripping his belt, bounced wildly. And his tongue continued to dive deep within
her, his lips still sucked the juices flowing from her, his teeth nipped again
and again at her most tender spot.

And suddenly she shattered again, her body bucking beneath
him. She gasped for breath, her heart pounding so hard she thought it would
break her ribs. She pitched her head from side to side and moaned. And still he
worked his mouth on her.

When she came a third time, her body was nothing but an
uncontrollable mass of thrashing flesh and battered nerve endings. She began to
sob. She was wrung out, her energy gone.

Jarrod rose then and her legs fell limply on either side of
him. She looked up at him through tear-filled eyes. His face was wet with her
juices. He grabbed her hips again and plunged into her with one mighty thrust.
He filled her, hot and hard. It took a moment to become accustomed to the way
he stretched her flesh and the sensation of him settled so deeply within her.
She marveled at the way her body accommodated him. The way her body welcomed
him.

He moved slowly at first, dragging his cock in and out of
her slick passage. He looked magnificent, like a proud wild animal. She was
still so limp she couldn’t do anything more than lie there while he took his
pleasure from her. He began to move faster, pounding harder into her. Her body
rocked on the mattress, her knuckles slammed into the wall, her heels banged
against the bunk’s platform. She couldn’t take her eyes off him. His eyes were
closed, his head thrown back. And when he came, he roared like the glorious
beast he was.

Hanna’s heart filled with something so intense, it took her
breath away. She didn’t recognize the emotion, couldn’t put a name to it,
didn’t even try. But she knew that this sex they were having, the trust she’d
given him, was something special. Something she doubted she’d find with any
other Master. And from the intense way he was now staring at her, she was
certain he felt the same.

“You are so beautiful.” Jarrod reached out and smoothed her
hair back from her face. He gently brushed away a tear with his thumb. “I’m
sorry I was so rough. But many Masters like hard, heavy sex and I wanted you to
know what you could face on Noria.”

Slave or no slave, Hanna had had enough. She threw his belt
at him and struggled to sit up. “Does it make you feel better to pretend you
are training me for my new Master? To tell yourself this sex was just a training
exercise? To pretend you didn’t
really
enjoy using my body? That you
didn’t feel anything at all?”

His expression darkened and he stepped back, his cock
slipping from her body.

She wasn’t going to be frightened into silence now. “Is sex
impersonal to all Masters? Or just to you?”

The princess’s words cut deep. Jarrod could admit to himself
that before now, sex
had
been impersonal, but tonight had been
different.
She
was different. But what good would it do to admit it to
her? They would be reaching Noria in a few hours. They would never see each
other again.

“Watch your mouth, slave.” He turned away from the pleading
look in her eye and wet a cloth at the sink. He sank to his knees in front of
her and cleaned the stickiness from between her legs.

“Micah said not all Masters are cruel,” she said softly.

Her tear-stained face was beautiful to him. The red lash
marks across her pale breasts were a stark reminder of the way he had treated
her. “Many are.”

She touched his shoulder. “But you’re not.”

How could she say that? “I hurt you. I was too rough.”

She smiled, even though the tears had not yet dried on her
cheeks. “It appears I like it rough.”

He silently cursed his cock as it began to stir at her
words. “Then you’ll make a fine sex slave.”

“So I’ve been told many times in the past few days.”

He reached for the Marvel Cream. “I must heal your skin.” If
she was his slave, he’d leave the marks. He’d like seeing them there, knowing
that he put them there, knowing that it made her wet, knowing that she took her
punishment well because it pleased him.

He smoothed the soothing cream on the breasts he hadn’t had
near enough time to enjoy. He tried not to linger on the firm flesh, but he
couldn’t rush. When he finished erasing the marks he’d made on her, it would
almost be as if this night had never happened.

“May I ask you a question, Master?”

“What is it, slave?”

“If you’re not staying on this ship, what are you going to
do when you get to Noria?”

“Micah and I own a cargo ship. We’ll be leaving in that.”

“Don’t you get tired of being inside a spaceship all the
time? Don’t you miss fresh air? Sunshine? There aren’t even any windows here. I
don’t even know if it’s day or night. I’d go crazy never seeing outside.”

Jarrod froze, his hands still on her breasts. Her words
brought back his memories of his years in the mines. No fresh air. No sunshine.
Never knowing if it was day or night. He very nearly went crazy back then. He
was surprised a princess would understand.

“It’s almost morning,” he told her, pushing away images of
the filthy mine. He swept more cream on her breasts. “The control room and some
of the cabins have windows. And we’ll be breathing fresh air in a few hours.”
She shuddered beneath his fingers. Probably thinking about what was in store
for her when they arrived.

“Why aren’t you on your cargo ship now?”

If she needed to indulge in a little small talk to keep her
mind off the future, he couldn’t blame her. “It’s in a repair shop on Noria.
We’ll pick it up and head to Ceylon 7 later today.”

“What’s Ceylon 7?”

“It’s a small planet on a major shipping route at the
western end of the galaxy. We’re opening a trading post there.”

“Sounds exciting.”

He’d had enough excitement. “I hope it will be profitable.”

“I always wanted to travel. To see more of the universe than
Vanya. I just didn’t think it would be like this.”

“I wouldn’t think a princess would have much need to
travel.”

“Yeah.” She sounded sad. Probably thinking about her family
and her planet that she’d never see again. But she surprised him. “Even a
princess can have the desire to see more of the universe than her one small
portion.”

“I suppose you’re right.” When he was trapped in the mines
he often dreamed of seeing other worlds. Did she feel trapped on Vanya? He
didn’t need to know.

“How would you like to be stuck in one place for your whole
life, never knowing anything about other people? Other worlds?”

“I wouldn’t.”

“I didn’t think so.”

He didn’t want to think he could have anything in common
with a princess. He didn’t want to think about anything right now. Her breasts
were completely healed, no signs of the whipping she’d endured. He swept his
hands over the firm flesh one last time. His dark fingers were such a contrast
to her pale skin. He spread a thin coating of cream over her arms and the marks
from her binding disappeared completely.

“Turn around and bend over the bed,” he said curtly. He was
proud of how quickly she obeyed. He pressed her head down onto the mattress and
straightened her legs. The king should be damn grateful he was receiving an
obedient slave and not some frightened naïve princess.

Her ass was still red, so he smoothed more of the cream over
her cheeks to remove any tell-tale signs of the spanking he’d given her. His
chest began to ache as he remembered the sassy way she tempted him and the way
his hand stung as he spanked her willing ass. He’d never seen anyone so
beautiful as when she leaned into the strikes of the belt. His stroking hand
trembled as he remembered the way she came repeatedly beneath him, giving
herself more fully to him than any woman ever had before.

“Thank you.” Her words were soft, mostly buried into the
mattress. “Thank you for showing me how to please my Master. Thank you for
showing me—”

Her words cut off as they heard the door slide open. A chill
ran over his skin and he froze. How could he have forgotten to lock it from the
inside?

“What the fuck are you doing?”

Luckily, it was Micah who caught him with his pants around
his ankles and his hands on the bare ass of the Norian king’s new sex slave.
Jarrod jumped to his feet and pulled up his pants. He helped the princess up
and sat her down on the bunk.

“Are you crazy?” Micah cried. “Are you trying to get
yourself killed?”

“I have no desire to die,” Jarrod replied as calmly as
possible. His heart was still racing. But if he was honest with himself, he
wouldn’t have passed up this night for anything, even a death sentence.

“Jarrod was giving me some slave training,” the princess
said softly.

“Yeah. Right. Slave training.” Micah turned to Jarrod.
“We’ll be in Norian airspace in a few minutes. We have to get up on deck.”

Jarrod nodded. He glanced at the princess, her eyes wide and
worried. “Someone will come for you once we’ve landed.” She nodded. He turned
and followed Micah out of the princess’s room. He didn’t look back before the
door slid shut. This time he didn’t want to see the tears in her eyes.

Hanna stared at the closed door, new nerves tumbling in her
stomach. This was it. The start of her new life as a sex slave. A life of
serving a Master she didn’t know. A Master who couldn’t possibly move her the
way Jarrod had.

But that wasn’t her concern, was it? Her only concern was to
please her Master, whoever he was. Jarrod had taught her that well enough. If
she pleased her Master, she’d receive pleasure in return. She had to believe
that.

She was sorry she’d never see Jarrod again, but she’d
survived when she’d been separated from her family at an early age to live in
the palace. She’d survive this time too. And no one would know if, when she
closed her eyes, she imagined it was Jarrod’s body she was pleasing with her
hands and mouth and body. Her memories of her first Master would carry her
through the days ahead.

Her body felt warm and well used. She realized she liked the
feeling. She glanced over to the chains and cuffs hanging from the wall. Her
sex tingled as she wondered if she’d be led from the ship in chains.

Hanna rose and began to pace the small room. How long before
someone came to get her? Even though she was scared, she was determined to
leave the ship with her shoulders straight and head high, not cowering and
crying, as Micah had described some of the other Vanyan women.

She gasped as she realized she hadn’t thought of the other
women or the princess or escape plans since Jarrod stepped into the room last
night. She wished she could have saved them all from the fate they had in
store, but she’d finally accepted the fact that the situation was beyond her
control. She’d resigned herself to the fact that she was going to leave here
and be taken to a slave station on her way to becoming a sex slave for a king.