Chains of Desire (9 page)

“On your feet, slave.”

Her eyes flew open, wide and surprised, yet sightless. He
slapped his hand over her mouth before she could make a sound. “You are not to
say a word unless commanded. Understand?”

She nodded slowly. He felt her lips lift slightly beneath
his palm.

He tugged harder on the chain, the nipple rings lifting her
breasts. He raised his voice. “I said on your feet.”

She struggled to stand. How long had she been kneeling
there? Her muscles had to be stiff. He resisted the urge to help her up, that
wouldn’t look good to the Station Master. She didn’t have the use of her arms
either, but she made it to her feet. She held her head high, her shoulders
back. A proud, beautiful slave.

Now that she stood, he saw that her pussy was bare. He
swallowed the moan that rose from deep within him. Her puffy flesh peeked from
between her legs and his cock jerked.

Jarrod dropped the chain from above her head. The weight
pulled at her nipples and made her breasts bounce. He ached with the need to
put his hands on her. To bury himself deep within her.

Micah had circled around behind her and was clearly admiring
her ass. A stab of jealousy pierced Jarrod’s chest. He knew he had to get over
it this time. If this didn’t work, he’d spend the rest of his life haunted by
the images of hundreds of men enjoying her body. The thought burned his stomach
like acid.

Her golden curls hung over her shoulders and down her back.
He reached out and swept an eager hand across her tempting breasts. She moaned
and arched her back, pushing her firm flesh into his hand.

Micah slapped her ass and she jerked. “Stand straight,
slave,” he growled. He spanked her again, a sharp, noisy slap. And then again.
“Show us what you’re made of.”

She nodded and pulled her shoulders back. Her eyes stared
straight ahead and Jarrod could read her desperation in them. He felt the
absurd need to comfort her, to tell her everything would be all right, but he
couldn’t promise her that. He yearned to spend hours exploring her body, but he
knew they had to put on a good show so the Station Master would let them walk
out with her.

Jarrod grabbed her hair tightly at the back of her neck and
bent her head back. He loomed over her menacingly, hoping it looked good to the
Station Master. “Sorry, Princess,” he whispered. “We’re going to have to treat
you rough.”

She appeared to be staring at him, her wide eyes soft and
searching, even though he knew she couldn’t see him. Couldn’t see anything. “I
like it rough. Remember?”

He released her with a yank and she stumbled but righted
herself quickly. A surge of emotion he didn’t understand burst in his chest.
Admiration. It had to be admiration.

Jarrod gathered her chain in one hand, pulling the links
together so that the nipple rings tugged her breasts together. “Keep your legs
straight, slave, and bend over at the waist.”

He yanked down on the chain, just in case she didn’t respond
as fast as he wanted her to.

But she gracefully bent over, until her back was straight
and perpendicular with the floor. He released the chain and it rattled as it
hit the floor. Her arms rested in the small of her back. Her ass faced Micah
and her mouth was even with Jarrod’s throbbing cock. He lowered the zipper on the
uniform. The sound was loud, even over her ragged panting. His cock sprang
free, lunging toward those parted lips.

He met Micah’s heated gaze and nodded sharply. “Now we enjoy
this slave.”

Hanna struggled to keep her shaking knees straight as she
stood bent at the waist, waiting for her instructions. So many questions were
whirling through her brain. Fawn had warned her that a man named Prax would
watch her pleasure two of the king’s men. But what was Jarrod doing here? And
she recognized Micah’s distinctive accent. Why was he here?

She wished she could see through these damn patches. She
wished she could speak. She wished they’d get on with it, so she didn’t have to
hold this position forever.

Jarrod cupped her face in his large hands. She breathed in his
unique scent and her sex moistened. He brushed her hair away from her face.

“Open for me.”

His hard cock pushed past her lips. She opened her mouth to
him and he thrust his shaft over her tongue until he rammed into the back of
her throat. The force rocked her backward. Without the use of her arms, she
lost her balance again and stumbled.

Strong hands grasped her hips and steadied her. Micah.

Strong hands cupped her chin and the back of her head.
Jarrod.

“Take me deep, slave,” Jarrod said as if nothing had
happened. His voice was smooth but commanding. He kept a tight grasp on her
head. She tried to keep her jaws open and loose as he pumped in and out of her
mouth. She liked his taste on her tongue. She liked the weight of his hand on
her head. She felt safe, secure. He was her Master and she trusted him to take
care of her.

She was just getting accustomed to the rhythm of Jarrod’s
thrusts when Micah kicked her legs apart. His hands were holding her hips so
tightly, she barely stumbled this time. He rubbed his cock along the slick lips
of her sex and she shivered with the tingles of arousal that ran along her
skin. But he was so much taller than her that his cock didn’t reach her woman’s
spot as he ran it between her legs.

The delicious slide of his hot shaft, slippery with her
juices, tickled her sensitive flesh. Hanna ached for him to rub it across her
throbbing nub. She lifted up on her toes to rock her hips back to meet his
heavy cock again. Micah smacked her on the hip at the same time Jarrod grabbed her
hair and pulled hard.

Her cry was lost in the cock still buried in her mouth.

“Don’t move unless we tell you to,” Micah growled loudly. He
slapped her bottom again, the sting sending jolts of desire between her legs.

“Let us use you.” Jarrod spoke so softly that Prax wouldn’t
have been able to hear him. “Let us take pleasure from your body. We’ll show
him what a good slave you are.”

Hanna relaxed her body and gave herself over to the two
Masters. In the position she was in, she had to give up control. If she’d had
the use of her arms, she’d have been able to support herself, she’d have had
some control over how fast, how deep Jarrod plunged between her lips. As it
was, she could do nothing but keep her mouth open and let him use her.

Just then Micah pulled open the lips of her sex with his
thumbs. The air felt cool on her wet flesh. He lifted her hips with his big
hands and her feet actually left the floor. Then, with one mighty thrust, he
plunged into her.

Her gasp must have opened her throat a little more. Jarrod
took advantage and thrust even deeper until her nose touched the coarse hair of
his abdomen. He held it there, held
her
there, as Micah pounded into her
from behind. Her lungs burned as Jarrod’s cock cut off her air. She fought the
panic that threatened to overwhelm her, but forced herself to remain still, to
trust her Master.

After what seemed like ages and was most likely not much
more than a few seconds, he let go of her head, grasped her shoulders to hold
her up and pulled his cock out of her mouth.

She gasped for air, tears welling up in her eyes. “Good
slave,” Jarrod murmured.

Micah stopped moving, leaving her filled her with his cock
but letting her recover for a moment. Then he began to move slowly, in and out
of her passage, and Jarrod rubbed his slick cock back over her lips.

She opened her mouth again before he could say a word.

When they’d filled her again, they began to find a rhythm,
plunging into her from front and rear. The heavy chain swung from her nipple
rings. Her body flopped limply between their bodies. She had no control as they
used her for their pleasure.

And she received pleasure herself, for when she heard their
breathing grow ragged, when she felt their thrusts become more frantic, she
knew it was because of her. Jarrod was right. By pleasing her Master, she
received pleasure in return.

Just when she thought they must be ready to spill their
seed, Jarrod pulled out of her mouth. “Switch.”

Micah grunted. He pulled slowly out and left her body
feeling strangely empty. He lowered her so that her bare feet could touch the
floor again. He released her hips and she suddenly felt alone. Her blood
pounded in her ears, almost as loud as her shaky panting.

She didn’t know what to do, so she maintained her position,
feeling their gazes burning into her, until Jarrod said, “Kneel, slave.”

Hanna lowered herself to her knees as gracefully as
possible. The chain attached to her nipples rattled as it hit the floor. She
wished she could see. Wished she could feast her eyes on Jarrod, with his dark,
sculpted muscles and handsome face.

She knew she was foolish for feeling such fondness for this
man she had no future with. But now…maybe she did have the hope of a future
with him. Why was he here if not to help her escape?

Unless he’d lied to her and he really worked for the king.

She didn’t have time to worry about things like love and the
future and especially not forever. Jarrod unlinked the cuffs holding her wrists
together. Her shoulders cried out as her arms fell to her sides.

“On your hands and knees, slave,” he ordered. But as he slid
his hands over her back to push her forward, they lingered on her shoulders for
a moment to caress the tight muscles there. He must have been kneeling behind
her because she felt his hard cock slide along her sensitive female folds. Her
muscles there clenched, as if trying to pull him in. But just as quickly, that
delicious weight was gone. He skimmed his hands back down her spine and pulled
her legs back and apart.

Micah was kneeling also, for she felt his huge hand on the
back of her head and his slick cock rubbing her face. The thick shaft was
coated with her juices and he rubbed the wetness over her face. Jarrod’s cock
rubbed her other cheeks. She shivered with arousal.

She almost opened her mouth again, almost tilted her hips
back, eager to pleasure her Masters some more, but she hadn’t been told to, so
she remained still and ready. She shivered with anticipation.

She heard the clatter of the chain before she felt the sharp
tug on her nipples. Micah must have grabbed the chain with his other hand and
pulled on them. At the same instant that he yanked hard on the chain, he
plunged his cock into her mouth, not even commanding her to open her lips
first. Her body must have known what he was going to do, because she’d already
parted her lips and relaxed her jaw without even realizing it. Or perhaps it
had been because of her gasp of pain, which was immediately silenced by his
cock.

His cock had a different shape than Jarrod’s. A different
taste. But as Micah’s wider cock stretched her mouth, Hanna realized that she
was tasting her own juices on his hard cock. His huge hand held her head in
place.

While Micah pleasured himself with her mouth, Jarrod plunged
his long fingers deep into her core, moving them in and out and coating them
with her cream. He pulled them out and slid his slick fingers through her
slippery folds, brushing them over her most sensitive spot, until the swirls of
sensations built within her, until she couldn’t stop herself from rocking
against his hand.

He stopped touching her then and it took all her willpower
not to groan in frustration. He rubbed his cock once, twice, through her
wetness and then settled the head of his cock at her entrance. Hanna forced
herself to remain still.

When he finally slid slowly inside, her body welcomed him.
His thick cock pressed through her flesh, gradually stretching her, filling
her. Pleasing her. His slow thrusts rubbed erotically against her inner core,
each stroke building the buzz of sensations flying through her.

Jarrod and Micah picked up their pace, pounding her from
both ends. It should have been easier now that she could rest on her hands and
knees, but this time, Micah kept yanking on the chains, pulling her breasts
forward as he drove his cock down her throat. He didn’t hold his thick cock
there like Jarrod did, cutting off her breath to prove a point. Micah just kept
pushing farther down her throat with each powerful thrust, groaning with his
pleasure.

Then Jarrod added even more sensations, sliding one cream-slicked
finger into her rear passage. Her tight muscles protested, burning with the
intrusion. She tensed up from the unfamiliar pressure, but he didn’t stop
plunging and twisting. Then he added another finger, stretching her further.
But as he mimicked the thrusts of his cock with his fingers, she began to get
caught up in the sensations. Her body was filled in every way possible.

Sensations began to overwhelm her. The sharp pain in her
nipples alternated with the spears of pleasure shooting between her legs. She
had to remember to breathe when Micah pulled back from her throat, before he
thrust again. His moans gave her pleasure. Jarrod’s fingers and cock continued
to slide in and out of her body, making her nearly spiral out of control. His
groans of pleasure sang to her. Her body rocked wildly between them.

Jarrod had been gripping one of her hips with his free hand.
When his breathing became nothing more than ragged gasps, he slid his hand
around her hip and teased the flesh near her throbbing woman’s spot. She
groaned.

“Do you want to come, slave?”

She couldn’t speak with her mouth full, but she nodded as
best as she could. The tingles of need were building within her and she didn’t
know how long she could hold it off. But she knew she couldn’t come until she
had permission from her Master. He continued to tease the slick lips around her
nub and Hanna whimpered in frustration.

Jarrod pushed harder into her rear channel with his fingers,
stretching her flesh, rubbing against the side of the narrow passage. He
slammed his cock harder into her. Micah tightened his grip on the back of her
head and plunged even deeper down her throat. He yanked hard on her nipple
rings at the same time that Jarrod brushed his calloused fingers across her nub
of pleasure.