to a spot at his feet. Even though her knees ached and her
palms were sore, she did as instructed.
She kept her gaze fixed on the floor, certain she
wouldn’t like what she saw if she lifted her head. From a
far corner came a passionate moan. She swallowed and
licked her lips. Vicious had promised she only had to play
the part of his kitten. She trusted him to keep her safe.
Two shiny boots came into view. She didn’t dare lift
her gaze. It was the general.
Vicious rose from the couch and snapped to attention
next to her. She held perfectly still. “General Thorn.”
“Well, Vicious, I’m glad to finally see you at one of my
get-togethers.” They shook hands. “She’s a tiny little thing.
I would have figured you for the sturdier, thicker type.”
The general wasn’t the first one to make a comment like
that. Terror had mentioned that she wasn’t what he
expected either. Why in the world had Vicious chosen her
then?
The general crouched down in front of her. His long
fingers touched her chin and forced her gaze to meet his.
He was an older man, older even than her father. He had
the palest blue eyes, even lighter than Vicious’, and salt-
and-pepper hair. His harsh features frightened her but his
touch was gentle and soft. Like Vicious, he seemed a
contradiction.
General Thorn pushed her mask up until it sat atop her
head. A slow smile curved his mouth. “Ah. I see now why
you chose this one, Vicious. Well done.”
“Thank you, sir.”
The general moved her mask back into place and stood.
He gestured to the couch and both men sat. Vicious pulled
on her leash and she moved even closer to his legs. He
stroked her hair and upper back. She placed her cheek
against his thigh and tried to maintain her role of kitten
while Vicious and General Thorn talked business. She
honestly couldn’t get interested in the topic at hand.
Military maneuvers didn’t make sense to her anyway.
From behind the safety of her mask, Hallie surveyed the
room. That scary metal cross now had a woman strapped
to it. She’d been stripped completely naked and had two
things dangling from her nipples and—oh my—her labia.
Hallie had never even imagined clips like that existed!
Did they hurt? Apparently not enough to impede her ability
to feel pleasure. She studied the woman, who moaned as
her lover slid his fingers through the folds of her sex.
One station down, a man reclined in a comfortable chair
while his wife lavished him with oral attention. His
glistening cock pistoned in and out of her willing mouth. It
wasn’t the first time she’d seen a man receiving oral sex.
Once, during one of her night runs for the Red Feather,
she’d caught a couple engaging in that particular activity.
She’d recognized it as a skin trade and had quickly darted
back into the shadows.
Did Vicious like that? Would he want her to take all of
him into her mouth? She wasn’t even sure she could. He
was so long and thick, after all. She’d probably choke.
But the idea of giving him the same kind of pleasure
he’d shown her excited Hallie. Her nipples tingled and her
clit throbbed a little as she imagined her lips and tongue
moving over his massive erection. Would he make the
same sounds she did when he lashed her with his tongue?
The idea of Vicious whimpering and begging for release
filled her with longing. What would it be like to master a
man so strong and virile?
The appearance of a man and two women pulled her
from those deliciously naughty thoughts. She wondered if
they would strike up a conversation with Vicious and
General Thorn but quickly realized they had other plans.
No, they just wanted to use the empty couch and low, wide
ottoman across from them.
Hallie’s eyes nearly popped from her head as the two
women dropped onto the ottoman and began making out
passionately. One of their husbands took a seat on the
opposite couch and watched the women caressing and
kissing. She didn’t see the other husband anywhere.
Perhaps he’d found something even more interesting to
watch.
Her face burned with embarrassment. Seeing people
engaging in sexual acts from a distance was weird enough
but having it happen just a few feet away was too much.
She could hear the smack of wet kisses and the soft, low
sighs of pleasure. It seemed so intrusive. She shouldn’t be
seeing this or hearing this intimacy.
“Are you going to share her, Vicious?”
General Thorn’s question snapped Hallie out of her
momentary stupor. She stiffened under Vicious’ big hand.
He wouldn’t change his mind, would he?
Vicious tangled his fingers in her hair. “No. I fought
hard to capture this little rabbit. She belongs to me alone.”
“Pity,” the general remarked in disappointment. “She is
so lovely.”
“Yes, she is.” Vicious rubbed her neck now. She dared
to lift her gaze to his. He winked down at her and then
turned his attention back to General Thorn.
“She’s new to all of this,” the general continued. “Give
her time, Vicious. My Leda was terrified at first. Six
months into our union, she became curious.” He gestured
to the ottoman, the movement revealing a thick red cuff on
his wrist. “Now look at her. She’s never enjoyed herself
more.”
Hallie’s gaze moved to the two women on the ottoman.
The older blonde woman had pinned the slightly younger
brunette to the top of the furniture. Around her neck was a
collar in the same shade of scarlet. That blonde woman
was the general’s wife!
He didn’t seem the least bit bothered by his mate
behaving so carnally with another man’s woman. She
snuck a glance at General Thorn. Lust radiated from him.
He seemed enthralled by the sight of his wife taking her
pleasure from the brunette.
The idea of sharing spouses didn’t make sense to
Hallie, but she was willing to concede her upbringing in a
rigidly moral society where infidelity was cruelly
punished had something to do with that. This kind of thing,
two women or even two men enjoying their bodies
together, would never have been allowed in her village.
There was a reason the smuggling ships had such long
waiting lists. For people born differently from what the
elders accepted as right and true, there was no chance of
happiness or even safety in her world. Leaving for the
colonies, for a place where any man or woman could live
life freely, was the only answer.
But here it seemed all sexuality was encouraged and
accepted. Nothing was off-limits or deemed wrong. She’d
assumed that this lifestyle, this submission and slavery
business, was all about control and pain and subjugation.
Maybe she’d been wrong. Leda, the general’s wife, sure
as heck didn’t look as if she was being subjugated. She
looked…free. She looked happy.
Hallie’s head tilted to the side as she watched the two
women. Leda kissed and suckled the other woman’s large
breasts, her movements mimicking those Vicious had used
on her. She kissed her way down the brunette’s body, her
tongue dipping into the other woman’s navel. Her lips
peppered light kisses right down to the woman’s thatch of
pubic hair. Was she going to—?
Hallie gasped at the sight of Leda sliding her tongue
through the delicate petals of the other woman’s sex. Was
that how it looked when Vicious put his mouth on her? Her
belly trembled as she watched Leda licking and nibbling
on the other woman’s pussy. Judging by the sounds the
brunette made, the general’s wife was very good at that
particular skill.
Vicious sat forward and grasped her waist. His big
hands glided along her sides to her shoulders. He pulled
back gently, lifting her into a sitting position. The cat’s tail
still embedded in her backside made the position a bit
awkward. She leaned forward a bit and widened her bent
knees to make it more comfortable.
She recognized her mistake the second Vicious’ hand
followed the subtle curve of her waist to her lower belly
and then dipped between her thighs. She tried to close
them but his hand prevented it. Lips against her ear, he
whispered, “No.”
She could feel the heat creeping into her neck and
cheeks. The general shifted in his seat, no doubt so he
could get a better look at her. When Vicious tugged aside
the thin scrap of panties that had been keeping her
somewhat modest, she almost died. Her pussy had just
been bared to anyone who wanted to see it. His cheek
rasped hers, the slight stubble scraping at her softer skin
as he slid off the couch behind her, his hard body framing
hers. “No,” she begged. “Please…Master.”
“Stop,” Vicious ordered gently. “Just feel, Hallie.”
“I can’t. I—” He silenced her with a punishing kiss, his
other hand turning her head so he could claim her mouth
from the side. His fingertips delved into her pussy. He
groaned as he encountered the wetness seeping from her.
Whatever her denials, she was aroused by all that she’d
witnessed. Now Vicious knew just how much.
His lips dropped to her neck. His arm slid around her
waist and clamped her to his body. She tried to escape
him but his grip was too much. The mask that protected her
face provided some semblance of safety. The man on the
couch opposite her had torn his gaze away from his own
woman to her. The general’s wife lifted her mouth from
between the brunette’s thighs to smile encouragingly her
way. Hallie closed her eyes, unable to stomach the thought
of all those eyes on her.
“Ah!’ Vicious penetrated her a bit roughly, his two
fingers using her slick nectar to ease their way. He nipped
at her throat and let his other hand drift to her breast. He
squeezed her flesh through the fabric before shoving it
down and exposing her hard nipple to the room. She
inhaled a shuddery breath as he pinched the pink peak and
caressed her naked skin.
His thumb brushed her clit with just the right amount of
pressure. She reached back and gripped his thighs in a
desperate search for something to hold onto as she felt her
world quaking. His body heat warmed and soothed her
raw nerves. He thrust inside her pussy with his long
fingers, curling them at just the right angle to make her cry
out. The plug in her backside amplified her nerve-endings.
Everything felt so much more sensitive and wicked.
Vicious strummed the little nub there until she could
hardly breathe.
“Master!” At the very last moment, she’d caught herself.
His name had almost fallen from her lips. Here, in this
strange place where rules of conduct seemed paramount,
his name was the last thing that should escape her throat.
No. Here, right now, he was her master.
His fingers continued to torment her. When he reached
down and wiggled the tail, she shuddered even harder, her
climax sailing into a newer, even wilder level of pleasure.
She rocked and jerked between his spread thighs as
ecstasy burned through her. When she went limp in his
arms, he gently removed his fingers and cupped her
mound. His lips trailed her jawline and pressed to her
temple. In front of her, the two women gyrated and panted.
The brunette was so close to orgasm. She watched in awe
as the woman climaxed. Had she looked like that just
now?
Still trembling and awash in afterglow, Hallie noticed
the general shoving to his feet. He paused at her side and
bent to grasp her chin. He smiled at her. “Lovely.”
Humiliation soured her belly. Had she really just let
Vicious touch her in front of all these strangers? Had she
so wantonly exposed herself? Shame left her shaking and
cold.
As if understanding, Vicious scooped her up into his
arms. He stood with her held tightly to his chest. She
buried her face against him. His words were muffled as he
made their excuses and left the general’s quarters, pausing
only long enough to grab the long jacket he’d draped
around her before they’d left his apartment.
Relief swamped her when Vicious draped the jacket