Rebel (26 page)

Korbin moved back between her legs and bent
toward her pussy. Her folds glistened with cream. Could the bastard
see how wet she was? He licked her slit, savoring her salty-sweet
taste. “Each time you fail to respond quickly enough I will clamp
your clit. It causes no permanent damage, but I’m told it’s
uncomfortable.”

Holding her open with one hand, he carefully
applied the clamp. He had three and this was the mildest. Her
sudden scream startled him and he reached for the clamp. It
shouldn’t have hurt her that badly. She twisted her hips away.

“No, Master, I deserve it. I will try harder
to please you. I will be ready for your touch, your kiss, your
cock, whenever you desire me.”

She understood. He breathed a sigh of relief
and unfastened her ankle cuffs. “You will wear the clamp and the
rings until I take them off.”

“Yes, Master.” She panted harshly. “Thank
you.”

He shot her a warning look. That last bit
had been a little too much. He helped her down from the table and
gathered their belongings. “We’ll continue this lesson at home.”
Activating the case, he opened the door and led her into the
corridor. “If we hurry, we can be out of here before he returns
from the control booth.”

“Well, this fucking clamp isn’t making it
easy to walk,” she whispered in a sharp, agitated tone.

“Ignore the pain, my love, and I promise
I’ll make it up to you.”

Moments after the shuttle left the ground,
Korbin swiveled Danette’s chair toward the aisle and knelt in front
of her. He left her safety restraints in place and lifted her legs
to his shoulders. Blood surged into her clit as he released the
clamp. She cried out, clutching the armrests.

His hands slipped beneath her bare behind
and his thumbs parted her folds. He pressed a kiss to her abused
clit, circling the swollen nub with tender strokes. She relaxed
against the chair, grateful for the safety restraints, needing the
confinement.

On and on he soothed and caressed her. The
sting faded, replaced by a delicious throb. “Yes, Master, just like
that.” She hadn’t meant to speak the words, but they escaped and
Korbin raised his head. Danette froze. “I’m sorry.” She knew better
than to speak without permission. What was wrong with her? He’d
have to punish her. Her pussy clenched and her clit gave off a
little pulse of protest. As long as he didn’t clamp her again,
she’d…

Lowering her legs to the floor, he cupped
her mound and stared into her eyes. “I can’t be your Master,
Danette, not now. Perhaps not ever.”

The world narrowed to his tormented
expression and the pain searing her heart.

“A Master must be able to protect and
provide for his slave. That’s why I worked as a Pleasure Master. It
allowed me access to a lifestyle I can’t afford.”

Tears swam before her eyes. She longed for
him, burned for his demanding possession. How could he deny her
now? “I don’t want anyone else. I…need you.” Her voice trembled,
rough and raw.

“You need this.” He pushed two fingers into
her core, his gaze clouded, inscrutable. “You need a man who
understands what it takes to please you. I can give you that, but
don’t call me Master until I’ve earned the title.”

Covering her mouth with his, his tongue
slid, his teeth nipped. He released the safety restraints and
Danette whimpered. She didn’t want to be free! She’d accept Korbin
as her lover if that was the only way he’d take her. She understood
his hesitation, respected his honesty. Still, she craved the
security, the devotion a Master gave his slave.

She combed her fingers through his hair,
moving her tongue against his. He tasted of passion—her passion—and
the need consuming them. Her nipples strained against the confining
rings. She wrapped her legs around his waist, opening herself,
offering.

Still kissing her, he swiveled his chair,
aligning the two across the aisle. He shoved his pants to his knees
and sat on the edge of the chair. His movements were nearly frantic
as he freed his straining cock. She braced her feet against the
chair behind him, brazenly canting her hips.

He thrust to the hilt and they cried out
together. Danette arched into his lunge. He took her hard and fast,
and she couldn’t get enough. His fingers dug into her hips, lifting
her as he drove in again and again. She clenched her inner muscles,
never wanting it to end.

Gathering her in his arms, he pulled her up
against his chest. Her ringed nipples stung as his shirt teased
their sensitive tips. His gaze burned with urgency and passion, so
why had he stopped fucking her?

“I…” He broke off and kissed her, his tongue
delving deep.

His cock jerked, the demanding rhythm
driving her crazy. He caressed her back, squeezed her ass, pulled
her tighter against his body.

“Danette, I—” His sentence ended in a
helpless laugh.

“I love you too.” She smiled and squeezed as
hard as she could.

He groaned but still didn’t move. “I’m not
afraid of the word. I know I love you. The timing is just so
wrong.”

Warmed by his sincerity, she traced the
sensual contour of his lips. “Your timing was just fine until you
stopped moving inside me.”

Framing her face between his palms, he
kissed her tenderly. His mouth slid with infinite care, his tongue
almost tentative. She encouraged his gentleness, enjoying the
unhurried pace. Their previous encounters had been rushed and
bittersweet. They touched and kissed, enjoying the intimacy of
their joined bodies.

“Kneel across my lap,” he whispered against
her lips.

It was a tight fit, but she managed. He
traced her spine and teased the crease between her ass cheeks. Each
tantalizing caress escalated her desire.

She trembled. His tenderness whetted her
appetite for more. She wanted him wild and demanding, pounding into
her. He lifted her hips and lunged. Danette welcomed him with a
warm, wet squeeze. His fingers tightened against her hips and each
thrust jarred her entire body.

Her back arched. She braced her hands on the
chair behind her. Korbin held her steady while he moved with firm,
steady stokes. Her pussy fluttered and her nipples tingled as the
tension continued to build. Gathering from all over her body,
sensations converged in her abdomen. He thrust his full length into
her and the impact set off a chain reaction. She clenched, and
pleasure burst, pulsing outward until her toes curled. She tossed
her head, shaking helplessly. He clutched her hips, holding her
still while he joined her in release.

Ashton and Corry were waiting when they
returned to Danette’s apartment.

“We were starting to get worried.” Ashton
didn’t bother with hellos. “The meeting is scheduled for six, not
nine. We’re running out of time.”

“Is the ship here?” Korbin asked.

“My mother’s schooner would be a little
conspicuous in this neighborhood. If you’re ready, I’ll help you
with the installation and the women can meet us at my
apartment.”

Korbin’s gaze lingered on Danette’s face,
but he managed to make his voice sound casual. “Does that work for
you?”

She smiled. “It’s fine.”

“Where’s the device?” Ashton asked.

“Locked in the shuttle’s hold.”

The men departed and Corry turned to
Danette. “Are your clothes here or on the shuttle?”

“Here.” She motioned toward the bedroom.
“I’ll just be a minute.”

They didn’t speak again until they were on
board Ashton’s shuttle, heading for his apartment on the other side
of New Shardrake.

“Did you know Pleasure Master Nine before we
kidnapped you, or—”

“Somehow I doubt Korbin told you about his
other occupation. So, what were you doing at the Pleasure Palace?”
Danette shot Corry a challenging glance.

“I used the simulators after my father died.
What attracted you to…that lifestyle?”

Danette watched the city speed by. “What
difference does it make to you?”

“I’m just curious about the woman who’s
captured my brother’s heart. He’s not an easy man to reach.”

That wasn’t the answer she’d expected from
Korbin’s grim sister. “I’m not sure I can make you understand
without sounding like a spoiled brat.”

Corry smiled. “I already think that, so
change my mind.”

“My parents allowed me to do whatever I
wanted as a child. My father was never around and my mother hates
conflict, so that left me on my own with people hired to please me.
As many teenagers do, I tried to capture my father’s attention by
misbehaving.”

“But your father wasn’t easily
distracted?”

“To say the least. So my behavior became
more and more outlandish.”

Corry listened intently and didn’t seem to
be drawing any sort of conclusion until she’d heard the entire
story. “How did you end up at the Pleasure Palace?”

“I decided that expanding my sexual
education was the next item on my to-do list, so I tried to seduce
my bodyguard. When I wouldn’t take no for an answer, he bent me
over a desk and finger-fucked me until I came. He was hoping to
frighten me, but I was so turned on by his aggression he suspected
I was a submissive with pain triggers.”

“Why didn’t he train you himself?”

She stumbled over the word train, which made
Danette smile. Only someone who craved the process could truly
revel in training. Corry’s disbelief was understandable. “One of
the reasons Father hired him was because he was gay.”

“So he took you to the Pleasure Palace?”

“Yes. He decided the only way to ensure my
safety while I explored my sexual needs was to control every aspect
of the situation. He took me to the Pleasure Palace and offered me
my choice of prescreened Masters. I chose a man named Paul.”

“How old were you?”

“Nineteen.” A dreamy smile curved her
lips.

Corry fidgeted, obviously uncomfortable with
the conversation she had launched. “And you enjoy being Paul’s sex
slave?”

“It’s a Master’s responsibility to give his
slave pleasure, to satisfy all of their needs. How many of your
lovers have put your pleasure above their own?”

“Can’t you submit to a lover without
becoming their slave?” Despite her discomfort, Corry couldn’t seem
to stop her curiosity. “It just seems degrading.”

“Slaves are generally submissive, but not
all submissives are slaves. First of all, Paul had no idea who I
was, so it was the only time I’d been completely sure that a man
was interested in me and not Admiral Tiptonn’s daughter. Once I
learned to trust him, I gave him control of my pleasure. He owned
by body, was free to do anything he wanted with it, but there was
nothing degrading about it. I willingly offered my service and in
exchange he took care of all of my needs, physical and emotional.
It was incredibly liberating, yet utterly secure. A Master/slave
relationship is almost symbiotic.”

Corry didn’t seem convinced, which was fine.
Danette wasn’t trying to convert her. “What’s the connection
between Paul and Korbin?”

“Korbin was Paul’s mentor, so Korbin
participated in our first few sessions. I was undeniably attracted
to your brother, but I was with Paul at the time.”

“Then Paul is no longer part of your
life?”

“Paul is no longer part of anyone’s life. He
died several years ago.” Danette took a deep shuddering breath then
pushed the events back into the past where they belonged. “That’s
more than you need to know. Change the subject.”

“Have you ever…been with Ashton?”

Danette laughed and shook her head. “That’s
not much of a subject change, but I can tell you’re dying to know.
Ashton came home with me after a party about a month ago. We both
intended to have sex, but after a few kisses, we realized there was
no chemistry between us. We knew we had to end the engagement.
Regardless of how badly our parents wanted the match, we couldn’t
go through with it. We were just waiting for the right time to make
a public announcement.”

Corry accepted the information with a silent
nod, but Danette didn’t miss the sudden sparkle in her eyes.

Coalition headquarters was only a few
minutes from Ashton’s apartment. Still, anticipation twisted
Korbin’s stomach in knots. This had to work! It was likely their
last chance to reach the executive council before they locked the
rebels up and lost the access codes.

“We’re going to have to move fast once we
arrive.” Ashton sat in the pilot’s seat. Korbin sat beside him.
“This schooner has approach authorization but security will expect
us to land. The council chambers are already programmed in, so we
should be able to transport our guests on board and get the hell
out of here before they fire on us.”

“They’ll be disoriented when they
materialize,” Corry said. “But the sensation doesn’t last
long.”

“Father will be armed,” Danette cautioned.
“He’s always armed.”

Korbin took the statement as a cue and
unfastened his safety restraints. “It’s all set. Just press hard
right here.” He showed Ashton the section of the control panel to
depress. Drawing his pulse pistol, Korbin stood to one side of the
schooner. Palmer followed his example, positioning himself on the
other side.

“Ready?” Corry had her weapon in hand as
well.

“Let the fun begin.” Ashton released his
safety restraints and activated the transporter.

A shimmering energy field converged in the
middle of the cabin. Four separate figures formed within the field.
The shapes fluctuated then silhouettes solidified.

They materialized in a seated position,
confusion contorting their features. Hayford caught himself before
he fell to the floor. Renata Boehme wasn’t quite so agile. She
landed with a startled gasp, looking around with a mixture of anger
and awe.

The other two “guests” managed to land on
their feet, weapons drawn.