gaze locked on hers, reached for her collar with the other.
Naya tensed, waiting for the savage jerk on the chain sure to come.
It didn’t. Instead, there was a soft click as Tarq detached the chain from her collar.
The crowd gasped. As did Naya. A bright flare of hope erupted deep within her being. Free? Was her new owner setting her free?
His chilling stare killed the foolish notion immediately. He may have removed the chain, but his eyes told her she was still enslaved. Do not try to run.
Heart sinking, stomach a mass of emotions, Naya swallowed. She was the property of this man now, and soon he would fuck her.
The old gods alone knew what Tarq’s ideal mate was, but it wouldn’t be long before Naya became her.
The only riephia in existence, the last hope for her home planet, for Earth and its vulnerable, rejected people, sold to a man more frightening than any she could imagine. This was not her destiny.
So why was a tiny part of her excited?
* * * * *
The rental unit Dreylan had taken on Level 8 of Port Mercy was compact but purpose built. A large bed occupied one half of the main area, each of its four corners equipped with not only anchor points for a slave’s chain, but a selection of bindings as well. Depending on the occupier’s taste, a slave could be shackled, cuffed, chained, roped, manacled or silk-scarfed to the bed.
In the far corner of the confined space waited an X-post whipping stand and, beside that, a Slessorian pleasure chair, complete with a sub-neuron stimulation interface.
Dreylan walked across the space until he reached the bed, dumping the chain previously attached to his new property on the sagging mattress.
Not your new property, Tarq. Ipari’s.
A scowl pulled at his brow. The premier had neglected to mention Naya Kistara was an empathic mesomorph. Why?
It doesn’t matter why. You’ve bought her. That was your job. Invade her dreams tonight, learn what the slavers said and did to her and get her to Ipari. ASAP.
An image of the naked Terran standing behind him filled his head and he growled. Easier said than done, Tarq.
His body grew hot. Fuck, he hadn’t expected her to be so beautiful or innocent. Or familiar.
“What are you going to do to me?”
The question—voiced in a low and husky tone—made his scowl deepen. He turned, giving the riephia a long look.
She glared at him, chin tilted, shoulders square. Fear rolled from her in waves, but she refused to cower.
Dreylan’s cock twitched. Innocence and spirit. Gods, such a combination.
“Well?” she snapped, shoving her bunched fists onto hips Dreylan knew would be intoxicating to touch. “How are you going to fuck me? On my back? Or like a rutting beast?”
The terrified innocence in her smoky-gray eyes belied the crudeness of her words and Dreylan couldn’t help but smile. His new possession had the spine of a warrior queen. His cock twitched again. What a contradiction.
“You may own everything about me…my body, my mind, my psyche. But know this—no matter how many times you shove your dick between my legs, you will never own my soul.” Her eyes flashed fire. “You may think you’ve bought a riephia , but you’ve really bought trouble.”
Dreylan couldn’t help himself. He laughed.
A warrior trapped in a naïve, innocent beauty. Ready to spit and scratch and tear him limb from limb, despite knowing all the while how empty her statements were.
He knew exactly what happened to an empathic mesomorph the very second of penile penetration. Everything she was ceased to exist. Everything .
“Well?” Her captivating eyes flared with fury. “Which shall it be? Like a man, or like an animal?”
He studied her. Saw how dry her parted lips were. Saw how shallow her breaths, making full breasts rise and fall in rapid succession. Saw how tight and hard her nipples…
He’d seen them before. He’d felt them before. He’d tasted them before. He was positive.
How could you? That’s impossible
Naya tensed, waiting for the savage jerk on the chain sure to come.
It didn’t. Instead, there was a soft click as Tarq detached the chain from her collar.
The crowd gasped. As did Naya. A bright flare of hope erupted deep within her being. Free? Was her new owner setting her free?
His chilling stare killed the foolish notion immediately. He may have removed the chain, but his eyes told her she was still enslaved. Do not try to run.
Heart sinking, stomach a mass of emotions, Naya swallowed. She was the property of this man now, and soon he would fuck her.
The old gods alone knew what Tarq’s ideal mate was, but it wouldn’t be long before Naya became her.
The only riephia in existence, the last hope for her home planet, for Earth and its vulnerable, rejected people, sold to a man more frightening than any she could imagine. This was not her destiny.
So why was a tiny part of her excited?
* * * * *
The rental unit Dreylan had taken on Level 8 of Port Mercy was compact but purpose built. A large bed occupied one half of the main area, each of its four corners equipped with not only anchor points for a slave’s chain, but a selection of bindings as well. Depending on the occupier’s taste, a slave could be shackled, cuffed, chained, roped, manacled or silk-scarfed to the bed.
In the far corner of the confined space waited an X-post whipping stand and, beside that, a Slessorian pleasure chair, complete with a sub-neuron stimulation interface.
Dreylan walked across the space until he reached the bed, dumping the chain previously attached to his new property on the sagging mattress.
Not your new property, Tarq. Ipari’s.
A scowl pulled at his brow. The premier had neglected to mention Naya Kistara was an empathic mesomorph. Why?
It doesn’t matter why. You’ve bought her. That was your job. Invade her dreams tonight, learn what the slavers said and did to her and get her to Ipari. ASAP.
An image of the naked Terran standing behind him filled his head and he growled. Easier said than done, Tarq.
His body grew hot. Fuck, he hadn’t expected her to be so beautiful or innocent. Or familiar.
“What are you going to do to me?”
The question—voiced in a low and husky tone—made his scowl deepen. He turned, giving the riephia a long look.
She glared at him, chin tilted, shoulders square. Fear rolled from her in waves, but she refused to cower.
Dreylan’s cock twitched. Innocence and spirit. Gods, such a combination.
“Well?” she snapped, shoving her bunched fists onto hips Dreylan knew would be intoxicating to touch. “How are you going to fuck me? On my back? Or like a rutting beast?”
The terrified innocence in her smoky-gray eyes belied the crudeness of her words and Dreylan couldn’t help but smile. His new possession had the spine of a warrior queen. His cock twitched again. What a contradiction.
“You may own everything about me…my body, my mind, my psyche. But know this—no matter how many times you shove your dick between my legs, you will never own my soul.” Her eyes flashed fire. “You may think you’ve bought a riephia , but you’ve really bought trouble.”
Dreylan couldn’t help himself. He laughed.
A warrior trapped in a naïve, innocent beauty. Ready to spit and scratch and tear him limb from limb, despite knowing all the while how empty her statements were.
He knew exactly what happened to an empathic mesomorph the very second of penile penetration. Everything she was ceased to exist. Everything .
“Well?” Her captivating eyes flared with fury. “Which shall it be? Like a man, or like an animal?”
He studied her. Saw how dry her parted lips were. Saw how shallow her breaths, making full breasts rise and fall in rapid succession. Saw how tight and hard her nipples…
He’d seen them before. He’d felt them before. He’d tasted them before. He was positive.
How could you? That’s impossible
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