Read Lust Plague (Steamwork Chronicles) Online
Authors: Cari Silverwood
Tags: #Futuristic, #Steampunk, #Erotic Romance, #BDSM, #Fantasy
Lust Plague (Steamwork Chronicles) (29 page)
Oh cao
. Two whole days of Sten being inventive with her body. Bliss.
“One last thing. Remember the flowers on the balcony? The little half-open ones?”
Something brushed her nose, and she smelled the sweet perfume of a rose.
“You said you didn’t like flowers but seeing you haven’t any choice right now, I’m giving you this one. It’s beautiful like you, and such a pretty red. You know, I’ve taken a liking to this notion. Be prepared for more flowers in future. Lots more. Open your mouth.”
She was glad of the blindfold, for it concealed her tears. Maybe romance wasn’t that bad after all? She opened her mouth, felt the stem slide across her teeth, and gripped it between them.
“I love you,” he whispered, and then he kissed her cheek.
Despite his last command, she dared to whisper back, through the rose stem, “I love you too.”
Four months later
“Sten!”
The cry from below made him pull his head from the innards of the electro-rocket pod and look down. Below, on the gray tarmac, Emily waved.
“Captain says to come ASAP!”
A few late passengers strolled up the
Princess Kay’s
ramp and a trolley loaded with suitcases trundled up pushed by their new steward. Seagulls flapped over the fence toward the beach and a cargo airship was lifting off. All seemed well.
He flicked Emily a mock salute, leaned back onto the timber seat, then descended by slowly playing out the ropes.
By the time his boots thumped onto the ground, Emily stood at the ramp near Kaysana. A big Asian man was there, neatly dressed in tan trousers and white shirt. The woman behind him with the black collar about her neck—Sten blinked—a slave. The flimsy see-through dress would never be worn by a lady in public.
A slave. Fuck
. As he strode over, Sten roughly wiped oil from his hands with a rag. A tic started in his jaw muscle.
Kaysana turned to him. The little jerk of her head back at the couple made him close his mouth on the insults he’d lined up. “Meet two potential passengers, Sten—Dankyo and Sofia. I just wanted your opinion on our weight limit. Can we fit them?”
“Maybe.” He thrust his grimy hand at Dankyo. “Nice day.”
The man’s dark eyes assessed him. Then he gripped Sten’s hand and shook. His fingers were thick and bladelike, his grip strong and assured. “Greetings. We’re going to Byzantium. I’m willing to pay extra, considering our lateness. You have accepted our baggage already.”
Stick up his ass, or what? “And your lady?”
The answer came out smoothly. “My slave, sir, Sofia.”
“Slave. Uh-huh.” He resisted scowling.
The woman waited a foot behind Dankyo’s shoulder. No calluses or marks at the neck, none on wrists. Her eyes were bright and even mischievous, not cowed or fearful. He smelled a rat, maybe two.
“Shall we let them aboard?” Kaysana cocked an eyebrow at him, then smiled.
Sten grunted. “Sure. Might liven the
Princess Kay
up if we get them to walk the plank.”
Dankyo stiffened, his mouth opened, and then the woman, Sofia, tripped into his back, knocking him forward. “Excuse me.” He tucked a finger in Sofia’s collar. “Thank you for allowing us aboard. I must attend to my clumsy slave’s punishment.”
As they walked up the ramp, Sofia said some angry-sounding words. Hell. What slave ever dared that? Sten gathered Kaysana to him with an arm about her waist, molding her against him. “What’s going on?”
“They’re just interesting. Wanted to run it past you first. I saw her poke him earlier as they walked up.”
“Yeah?” Sten scratched his chin. “He looks military. Well, if he gets up my nose, I’ll toss him out over the ocean. Then she can be my slave girl.”
“Oh! Never!”
The wrestle with Kaysana left her breathless, but at the end of it, they ignored onlookers and exchanged a long, deep kiss. “Love you, lady,” he whispered. Both his hands cupped her ass.
“Me too, Sten. Me too.” Then she snuggled her head into his chest. “When I’m with you, every day is beautiful.”
“Gawd,” Emily blurted. “Get a cabin, you two! Hey, Cadrach!” She whistled. “Get your nose outa those seagull droppings!”
“Except this day.” Kaysana sighed.
He chuckled but kept his hands on her cute butt. Some things never got old.
The End
Loose Id Titles by Cari Silverwood
Three Days of Dominance
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The STEAMWORK CHRONICLES Series
Iron Dominance
Lust Plague
Cari Silverwood
Though I’d much rather stay invisible and spin you all tales with my words, here’s a little snippet of my world.
I have a lovely family here in Australia, with the prerequisite teenager who dwells in the dark bedroom catacombs, a husband who raises eyebrows when he catches glimpses of what I write, and a furry menagerie of animals barking, meowing, and swimming about the place.
Before writing
Three Days of Dominance
I had never dipped my little toes in the hot and lust-swirled sea of erotica. Now every time I turn around, there’s some new character making me write down their story in the most lurid way. My people are quite adamant about explaining creative new ways of making love, so I doubt I’ll run out of ideas anytime soon, though I may go cross-eyed.
And, dammit, I can’t seem to stop reading other erotica authors either. I have come over to the dark side. Someone please find me a candle...and some rope. ’Cause if Darth Vader’s here, I’m going to see if he’s up for some bondage and wax play.
Main Web site:
http://www.carisilverwood.net
Blog:
http://somewriteithot2.blogspot.com
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