Enslaving the Master (7 page)

But mating had other implications. Mutual
respect. Love. Nurturing new life, sprung from their mating—interaction between
male and female. All the things the Federation forbade.

As Shedir stroked Doreen’s silky earlobes
and ran his fingers over her incredibly smooth skull, he realized how much he
wanted, needed that connection. He longed to possess her fully and know she
possessed him, too. For the rest of their lives.

He pictured them kneeling in the magical
glade, repeating the practically forgotten Earth ritual of centuries long past
which was alive and well on Luna Ten. They would pledge their lives to each
other alone. They would become Master and slave. He would take the razor-sharp
scimitar that was his only link to long-dead ancestors and detach the gilded
flogger that now bobbed atop her gleaming skull. With reverence, he would kiss
her bared flesh as he accepted her gift and made it his own.

His fantasy made him incredibly hard. His
flesh filled her mouth, and his testicles tightened painfully beneath her
seeking fingers. The sensations were too much yet not enough.

Shedir closed his fist around the flogger
and raised Doreen’s shapely head. “Rise. If you pay me much more homage, I will
spill my seed where it cannot take root.” The risk of being detected by his
superiors seemed less important than forestalling the possibility of wasting
his seed. Though he wasn’t ready yet to say the words or follow through with
walking into permanent exile, he doubted he’d ever be able to leave Doreen for
long enough to continue his ascendancy with Star Command.

But having seen Conan and learning they had
horribly mutilated him in spite of his years of faithful service to the
Federation, Shedir had begun to reassess his long-held goals. Though he had
thought fleetingly before about the injustices he witnessed every day on Earth,
he now found himself questioning the roots of Federation law as well as
regulations that controlled every aspect of Earthlings’ lives. He was coming to
the conclusion that many Federation rules were created more because of cruelty
than due to any need to preserve humankind. No matter what the rulers insisted.

“Do you not enjoy me, Master?” Doreen
asked, confusion on her beautiful face.

“You know I do, my precious one.” He did
not need to trouble her with the questions in his own muddled mind, for he knew
he would have time for solitary consideration later, after he left her on Luna
Ten and reported back to work.

Determined to allay the concern he heard in
Doreen’s voice, Shedir let go of the braided topknot of her hair and pressed
his fingers against her satiny scalp, finding and caressing the zones he found
erotic on his own skull. Her sighs of pleasure and the increased vigor with
which she caressed him told him she too found his touch on her newly denuded
scalp arousing. “I loved your long hair, but you are more beautiful to me
without it. I look forward to the day that I will sever the flogger and take
you as my loving slave.”

“I love how your hands feel on my naked
scalp. I want you to tie me up and fuck me. Fuck me hard. Take the flogger now,
and use it as it is intended.”

“All in good time.” Shedir caught her
wrists, hooked a chain through the loops on each one, dragged them toward the
floor and secured them to a sturdy hook on the lower console—a hook meant for
hanging navigational aids but perfectly positioned for his purposes. “Kneel and
present your pretty ass for my pleasure.” Taking up a long, slender cord, he
looped it through the hasp of one ankle bracelet, threaded it through her
collar and around to the other ankle, tethering her to her own collar.

“Be very still. If you do not, you will
hurt your pretty throat.”

Shedir knelt between Doreen’s widespread
legs, bending to run his tongue over her incredibly silky buttocks and nip her
with his teeth. Her little whimpers told him she liked that. Pausing, he raised
his head and gazed upon her glistening, wet cunt and the tight bud of her rear
hole.

He was hard as steel, and his new, heavy
jewelry hurt everywhere it touched his swollen flesh. But when it touched her,
she moaned with pleasure, so he rubbed his jutting cock jewel along her swollen,
glistening slit, debating with himself for a moment whether to take her cunt or
her inviting, incredibly tight ass.

She decided for him, luring his cock,
sucking it in, caressing it within the slick, hot walls of her cunt. She sucked
him up completely when he slid his hands beneath her body and found her
breasts. “Someday I will watch my son nurse at these beautiful breasts,” he
said.

Tugging at the rigid, swollen nubs of her
nipples, he bent over her, nipping and sucking her newly bared skin, toying
with the diamonds in her earlobes. Despite her bonds, she lifted her hips to
his thrusts, clamping down on his cock head as her orgasm began deep within her
cunt.

He held out as long as he could, fucking
her hard, then more gently, rolling her nipples between his thumbs and
forefingers, sucking her earlobes, her scalp, biting the her neck above the
collar that marked her as his property. His insatiable love slave had come more
times than he could count before he knew he could last no more.

Burying himself so deeply inside her that
he could feel the mouth of her womb, he came in short, staccato bursts,
flooding her with his essence, letting her milk him until she’d taken all he
had to give.

As a good slave would, she went to her
knees once he withdrew and took him in her mouth, licking and soothing his
stretched, swollen flesh until the exquisite pain went away.

As she did, Shedir realized there was no
way in this lifetime that he was going to let Doreen go. Not for a day, much
less for the long months he would have to leave her and serve Star Command if
he were to reach the lofty goals he’d set.

Those goals suddenly didn’t mean as much to
Shedir as they had before his beautiful slave had stolen his heart.

“I have decided I will take you as my mate.
I love you too much to treat you as a concubine.”

* * * * *

The glade at Luna Ten was even more
beautiful than she remembered. Fragrant, peaceful, and incredibly erotic. Plump
peaches were starting to ripen on the trees in the adjacent orchard. Doreen
stood in the glade facing Shedir, loving that he’d consented to be her mate.
Loving him.

It didn’t matter that she’d have to share
him with Star Command, at least for a while. She smiled at Aloysius and Argus,
glad she’d asked her friends to preside over the sacred mating ritual that
Shedir insisted must take place now, after all, before he left Luna Ten on a
patrol that would take him temporarily back to Earth.

Her stiffened, gilded braid swung in a
gentle breeze, tickling her naked back and thighs, reminding her it would soon
be Shedir’s to do with as he chose. Her nipples tightened when he looked down
at them, his tongue darting out from the corner of his sensual mouth as if he
could hardly wait to lick and suck her flesh. His flesh. She’d have to get used
to thinking of everything about her as belonging to her Master.

Gods, but she hoped he’d have time before
he left to fuck her properly, stroke her as she’d be stroking him.

“Are you ready, Master?” Aloysius asked,
bowing before Shedir while Argus worked a ceremonial double dildo into Doreen’s
cunt and ass.

Shedir nodded, his gaze locked with hers.
“Kneel, slave, before your Master.” When she did, he also dropped to his knees.
“As I will always bow to the needs of my beloved slave.” He took Doreen’s hands
and held them, his grip strong and sure.

Doreen welcomed the sharp sting when
Aloysius plunged a needle through her tongue and inserted the evidence of
bonding. Argus pierced Shedir and inserted an identical titanium tongue ring.
An icy spray worked wonders to ease the sting of the old-fashioned tongue
piercing.

When her Master rose, Doreen took his
massive, jeweled cock in her mouth. As she did, from the corner of her eye, she
saw him unsheathe his ceremonial sword.
Yes, Master, take the gift I offer.
The symbol of my servitude.
She opened her lips wider, rubbed her new
tongue stud gently over each barbell in his frenum ladder then swallowed hard
against the thick head of his pierced cock.

Anticipation thrummed through her body when
she felt him lifting the flogger, pulling it taut against her scalp. She felt
full. So full. Her cunt gushed hot, slick fluid when she felt the cold steel of
Shedir’s ancient scimitar make contact with her scalp.

She sucked his cock deeper, wanting him to
experience the same pleasure she did as the razor-sharp blade severed the
symbol of her willing enslavement. Slowly, as if he was slicing away one strand
at a time. Gently, though he had made no secret that his blade of choice was
one his ancestors might have used to lop the heads off those who displeased
them. When she licked him, the vibration of her pierced tongue connecting with
the precious metal in his cock jewelry sent bright shards of sensation
throughout her body, made her tighten her muscles around the heads of the
dildos that filled her cunt and ass.

She sucked him harder, memorizing his taste
for the time when he’d be gone. Her head suddenly felt lighter, freer,
unburdened by the weight of her hair.

It was his hair now, a stiffened, gilded
flogger with which to discipline his beloved slave. He held it before her eyes
and spoke, his tone more reverent than lustful. “What was yours is now mine, as
you are mine. I will rule you with love. Protect you with my life. These are my
promises.”

They were simple words. Straightforward
sentiments. She had no doubt they came straight from her Master’s heart.

He lifted her, draped her facedown upon the
mating altar and laid a few strokes of the flogger she’d given him onto her ass
cheeks, following each stroke with a soothing kiss, a tender tracing of each
welt with his newly pierced tongue. Tendrils of the purple-flowered fucking
vines embraced Doreen, held her, opened her for her Master’s pleasure.

Colorful birds chirped in the nearby
orchard, their song symbolic of this solemn bonding. Anticipation built in her
when she felt the dildo being slid from her cunt and ass, leaving her open to
her Master. The heat of his rigid cock seared her ass. His fullness stretched
her painfully, for she’d never taken him there before.

“Relax. Let me in.” His tone hypnotic,
masterful, Shedir coaxed her to open, to accept him in this way as she had in
all others. The painful stretching soon gave way to a strange sensation. Not
quite pleasure yet not pain, either. Alien sensation yet something she wanted.
She reached deep within herself, found a new ecstasy as she concentrated on her
Master. On giving herself to him in whatever manner he chose.

Her orgasm came on quickly, because she
wanted to please him with every fiber of her being. Ecstasy finally claimed her
when he bent over her back and tongued an incredibly sensitive spot at the base
of her skull. Ripples of intense satisfaction overtook her when he jerked and
spurted inside her, leaving her limp and spent on the altar of submission.

She felt him withdraw and knew their
houseboys were cleansing him as they were cleansing her with cool water from
the sparkling stream that ran through the glade. With a gentleness she hadn’t
realized until now that her Master possessed, he untangled the vines from her
body, lifted her and carried her to the shelter where, several weeks earlier,
she had lain unsatisfied while her sexbot smoldered on the cool tile floor.

“I want to have you to myself now, before I
must leave,” he whispered, licking and nibbling her breasts as he laid her on their
sleeping couch. “My lover, my mate.”

Kneeling between her legs, he joined their
bodies, dipping his head to suckle at her breasts before bracing his weight on
his elbows and tangling their tongues. It was a slow, thorough fuck, a hello
and farewell, a promise of forever that Doreen embraced as her climax neared.
Like a well-orchestrated ballet, they moved together, every motion a pledge of
love, of possession and being possessed. When they came together, it seemed to
her that the sky brightened, lighting the universe in celebration.

An hour later, after locking her in the
jeweled chastity belt, Shedir was gone, off to do the bidding of his Earthly
masters. Doreen stood at the edge of the landing pad, watching the bright-red
bursts of rocket fire as his starship blasted off. Her clit ring tinkled
against the bright gold of the belt as a warm wind swirled about her,
enveloping her in a sensation of loss, though her Master would soon return.

Soon
, she
prayed to every deity she’d ever believed in—every one she’d heard spoken of by
the Old Ones on Earth and the pleasure seekers on Obsidion. Soon Shedir would
come home to stay.

* * * * *

Although his mate had never been in the
villa that had been his home for many years, Shedir found the place cold and
empty without Doreen. The promise of prestige and power that had driven him for
so long was a lot less important than the prospect of a simple life with his
loving mate and the child she soon would bear him on Luna Ten.

How could it be that the way of life he had
taken for granted for so long now seemed unnecessarily regimented? Downright
cruel? Shedir knew that his outlook had begun to change radically as he had
fallen in love with Doreen. And he couldn’t get his friend, Conan, out of his
mind.