Chains of Desire (12 page)

“I just wanted you to have all the facts.”

“Why?”

“I want you to come with us.”

Oh, how she’d wanted him to say that earlier. But now she
didn’t trust his words. “Us? You mean you and Micah?”

“Well…yes.”

“Why? So I can be your personal sex slave? So you and Micah
can continue to enjoy my body together? Maybe you’ll want to share me with all
the other lonely men there too?”

“No!” Jarrod shot to his feet. “Why would you think that?”

Hanna grabbed her collar with both hands. The cuffs danced
on her wrists. “Because I’m a sex slave. My body is for men to enjoy. I have no
other use, right? Why else would you want me?”

“I knew I’d say this wrong,” Jarrod muttered. He grabbed her
by the shoulders and pulled her to her feet. “Because I want you with me,
slave. Yes, I hope to enjoy your body often. But I will not be sharing it with
anyone else. Not even Micah.”

Her heart ached as the pieces began to knit back together.
Did she dare to hope? “You want me to come with you? To the trading post?” Did
he finally realize she could help him, work beside him? That she could be
useful for other things beside sex? “What about all the things you said
before?”

“I was trying to protect you. I wanted to get you off Noria
fast. We didn’t have time to argue.”

She could understand that, but it all came down to one
thing. “But you didn’t want me to come with you when I asked.”

He stroked her hair so gently she almost thought she was
imagining it. “I didn’t think I deserved you. Hell, I still don’t.”

She pulled away and stepped back so she could look him in
the eye. “How can you say that? You risked your life to save me.” She reached
for his hand and led him back over to the sofa. “I haven’t even thanked you
properly yet.” She pushed him down on to the seat cushion and climbed up onto
his lap. When she straddled his hips, she felt his cock grow beneath her. She
cupped his face with her hands. “Thank you,” she whispered and pressed her lips
to his.

She wasn’t an expert at kissing. This was her first kiss.
She hoped her inexperience wouldn’t be obvious as she slid her closed lips
across his. The friction tickled and she pressed her lips harder against his.

Jarrod moaned and wrapped his arms around her, gathering her
closer. Then he ran his hot tongue across her lips. Hanna had never felt
anything like it. Well, not since he’d done that between her legs. Her flesh
there throbbed with the memory. He probed her lips with his tongue and she
parted them hesitantly. He thrust his tongue inside her mouth, filling her with
his dark, dangerous taste.

Acting on instinct, she began to suck on his tongue, pulling
it farther into her mouth, drinking him in. He moaned and slid his hand under
her shirt, running his fingers lightly across her bare back. She shifted on his
lap to give him better access, rubbing herself against his hard cock. He ran
his hands in front of her and cupped her breasts, stroking them softly,
squeezing them lightly. After a few moments of gentle touches, she pressed them
harder into his hands, craving more pressure. He brushed his thumbs over the
tips of her nipples, barely touching them. The tickles he brought about were mere
teases. She whimpered in frustration.

Then he grabbed onto her nipple rings and twisted roughly.

She sucked harder on his tongue to muffle her cries.
Finally. The pleasure that the pain brought shot right between her legs. The
throbbing there grew even stronger.

He twisted again, even harder, and she released his tongue
and groaned.

“Do you like that, slave?”

She decided to risk some words instead of just nodding.
“Yes, Master. More please.”

But he pushed her off his lap. She probably should have kept
her mouth closed. He stood up and set her on her feet in front of him. Her
shirt was bunched up above her breasts and still hung down behind her.

“Hands behind your back.” He waited until she complied, then
hooked a finger through one of the nipple rings and tugged. “This way.”

He led her down the hallway and turned the corner where the
hall dead-ended. He opened the door there and pulled her into the dark room.
She heard the door slam shut. Then Jarrod whirled her around and he roughly
crushed his lips to hers so hard she couldn’t breathe. She threw her arms
around him and pulled him tighter against her. Finally he released her
abruptly. She stumbled backward and gasped for breath.

“I tried to be gentle,” he said, his voice strained, “but
you bring out the beast in me.”

“I’m glad,” Hanna said because the words wouldn’t stay
silent. She pulled the shirt over her head and let it drop to the floor. “I
need you to be the Master.”

He turned on the overheads. Hanna saw they were in a small
gray room. A bunk was recessed into one of the walls. A chair and desk sat in
another corner. When she turned her attention back to Jarrod, she saw he was
staring at her. His eyes were shadowed, his hands curled into fists at his
side.

She wanted to go to him, to run her hands over his body, to
taste him once more. But she thought better of it. She drew her arms behind her
back, grasping her wrist with her other hand. Shoulders back, legs slightly
apart, she waited for her Master’s command.

“Good slave,” he said. “No more speaking unless I command
it.” He circled her, stroking her collar and cuffs and nipple rings, his rough
fingers touching her skin in the process, teasing her again. “I should thank
the Norians for decorating my slave.” He laid his hand over the collar at her
throat. “This jewelry will come in very handy.”

She swallowed. The pressure on her throat reminded Hanna of
the first time she saw Jarrod. He’d frightened her then. Now he aroused her.
She wanted to ask him what he had in mind, but she knew better than to speak now.

He continued to circle her, reaching out now and then to run
a finger sensuously down her back or sharply smack her bottom or wickedly flick
her nipple. Hanna struggled to stand still, to not jerk or wince from his
surprise touches. Suddenly he grabbed a handful of hair and pulled her head
back, but then his lips were gentle as he nibbled slowly down her throat and
back up again. She sighed. He murmured her name and then nipped her ear.

“Oh your knees, slave,” he growled, releasing her hair and
nudging her down. “Hands behind your back. Spread your knees wider.”

Hanna did everything as he demanded, making sure the grin
that threatened to pop out didn’t make it to her lips. She loved to watch him
like this. So strong and decisive. Her body tingled in anticipation.

“Don’t move.”

He turned around and left the room. Hanna watched the door
close behind him. Where was he going? How long would he be gone? The longer she
waited for him, watching that closed door, the more Hanna knew that she
couldn’t bear to see him walk out of her life forever. She understood why he’d
wanted to protect her today. She didn’t understand why he didn’t think he
deserved her as his slave. She was going to have to prove to him that he did.

That meant obeying him. Giving him pleasure. Agreeing to go
with him to Ceylon 7. Of course, she would go with him. There had never been
any doubt. Why hadn’t she told him that right away?

And now she couldn’t speak unless commanded. So she’d have
to show him. And she would, if he ever got back here.

Finally, he strode back into the room. He was carrying a
handful of stretchy cords with hooks attached to each ends, all different
lengths.

“This is a cargo ship,” Jarrod said with a wicked grin. “We
have tons of these on board.” He circled her, studied her, as if he was getting
ideas. Her heart pounded wildly. She forced herself to remain still. “We’re
going to have some fun.”

He hooked the ends of one cord through each of her nipple
rings. Hanna glanced down. It hung like a colorful chain between her nipples,
but was much lighter than the heavy chain she wore earlier. This wasn’t bad.

Jarrod caught her chin in his hand. “Look straight ahead.”
He tugged on the cord, playing with it, watching her breasts bounce up and down
with a flick of his wrist. Then he lifted the cord, pulling up on the nipple
rings. “Open your mouth.” She did as he commanded and he shoved the cord
through her teeth like a bit. “Don’t let go.” She bit down on the cord. There
was a definite tug on her nipples now, but still not bad.

He walked behind her then and wished she could turn her head
to follow him with her gaze. She felt him hook the end of one of the cords to
the ring in the back of her collar. He grabbed the cuffs around her wrists and
pulled on the cord to hook the other end into the cuff rings. The cord was so
short, it yanked her head back.

She cried out as she felt as if her nipples were being torn
off. She bit down so hard on the cord, she was afraid she’d bite right through
it. Or maybe she hoped she would. Yet as the pain ripped through her, a blast
of pure pleasure shot right between her legs.

The collar was tight against her throat now too. She could
barely swallow. If she lifted her arms up a little, it relieved the pressure on
her throat but it made her shoulders ache and did nothing for her nipples.
Hanna couldn’t do anything but look up at the ceiling, bear the pain and wonder
what he was going to do next.

“On your feet, slave.”

She moaned. He couldn’t mean it. She didn’t dare move for
fear of strangling herself or hurting her nipples further. How could she
possibly stand up from this position? A sharp sting landed across her bottom.
He’d spanked her with one of the cords. And then he did it again.

“I said on your feet.”

Tears streamed from her eyes as she struggled to stand.
Every movement of her head sent new pain shooting from her nipples and new
pressure bearing down on her throat. Her long hair was caught up in the cord
and that tugged painfully as well. Somehow she made it to her feet, her head
yanked back, arms pulled up, nipples stretched tight.

“Good slave.” His warm words of praise washed over her. The
pleasure that swept through her was indescribable. She knew she’d do anything
for her Master.

He caressed her breasts then, smoothing the sensitive
undersides with his fingers. The pain in her nipples had settled down to a dull
throb. When he brushed his fingers over their tips, she groaned around the wet
cord in her mouth. Moisture trickled down her inner thigh. How could so much
hurt feel so good?

She was frustrated that she couldn’t see him. She might as
well have the blindness patches on. Hanna closed her eyes against the bright
overheads. He swept his hands all over her body, brushing them over her bottom,
her stomach, sending tingles dancing along her skin. He knelt down to rub his
hands over her legs, to play briefly with the rings at her ankles. He tugged on
the cuffs, spreading her legs farther apart.

Then she felt his warm breath on her bare sex and she
trembled.

“Beautiful slave,” he murmured. His fingers spread her slick
flesh and he blew on her hot, wet core. She trembled again and struggled to
keep her balance. He swept his tongue along her sensitive flesh and she
shuddered, much closer to the edge than she imagined. “No, you can’t come yet,”
he said. He slapped her bottom. “I want you to concentrate on holding your
position. You’re getting sloppy.” He ran his tongue along her slit again and
she moaned. She wanted to squirm with her arousal. Shove her sex harder against
his mouth. Gain release any way she could instead of enduring the prickles of
need crawling under her skin.

She wanted to come.

He ignored her need, a reminder that it was what he wanted
that should matter to her. “You taste as sweet as I remember,” he said. His
tongue dove deep into her core. She yearned to sink down on him, have him fill
her with his cock. He teased the sensitive flesh between his teeth and then
sucked it deep into his mouth. Her knees grew weak and she swayed slightly. He
slapped her bottom again. “Do I have to punish you, slave?”

She moaned. He knew she couldn’t answer. Knew she was bound
in an awkward, uncomfortable position. What the hell did he want her to do?

The knowledge rained over her. He wanted her to do what he
told her to do. Concentrate on holding her position. Simple as that. It’s all
he asked of her. She had to give up her needs, let him enjoy her body as he
wanted. All she had to do was stand still.

Hanna relaxed and focused on holding her position. He
continued to play with the flesh between her legs, alternating long slow licks
with short rough sucks and hard quick thrusts of his tongue. Her arousal
continued to build, but it was almost as if it was in the background, her
center of attention was maintaining the position her Master had put her in.

Then he added his fingers, dragging them through her wet,
swollen sex. He plunged two or three deep into her passage, twisting them
roughly, all the while sucking at her juices and licking but not touching her
nub. She throbbed everywhere, the flesh between her legs, the stretched
nipples, the pulse beneath her tight collar.

He slid his cream-covered fingers from her core back to her
rear hole. He curled two fingers into the opening and forced them past the
tight muscles ringing the hole. At the same time, he scraped his teeth over her
sensitive nub. “Come now, slave,” he called out. “Come for me.” He nipped her
nub again and she came with a mighty burst of energy.

Her body jerked with the powerful orgasm and she screamed
with a mix of pleasure and pain. Her spasms caused her body to pull at her
bonds, tearing again at her ravaged nipples, wrenching her shoulders, nearly
choking her as she pulled against the unyielding collar. Tears spilled down her
cheeks. But the pleasure from the orgasm was so strong, the rest of it didn’t
matter. In fact, she realized that it was because of all the rest of it, that
she received such unbelievable pleasure.