Pleasure Bound - Complete (17 page)

First though, he should come up with a plan.

Without warning her warm arms curled around his neck and her luscious lips melted against his. Her seductive mouth sliding over his made his entire body go rigid with want. Lust fired his veins.

Her sexy scent sent his thoughts reeling. He shouldn’t cave in to her. Shouldn’t be so easily seduced. But damn, the sharp want consuming his hard cock couldn’t be denied.

To hell with the plan of escape. He could work on it later. He had better things to do with his time.

Chapter Three

When Jacey awoke snuggled in the slave’s powerful arms, she fought back a sudden rush of sadness as curious thoughts invaded her mind.

Why did males have to be so stupid? Why couldn’t they be smart like women? Why couldn’t they work their cute butts off and contribute to society like women did?

Why did they come out of the Breeding Prisons illiterate and the females full of knowledge? If males were given the same education as the females, wouldn’t they be smart too?

Jacey rolled her eyes with disgust.

Wishful thinking. That’s all it was. The males were segregated from the females because the females were smart. They thought with their brains. Males thought with their sex organs.

It was as simple as that.

She sighed and ran her fingers along another raw whip welt on the male’s strong back. These injuries must have burned as her fingers had dug into his injured flesh while they’d fucked. Yet he hadn’t so much as winced.

Perhaps he’d concentrated on the pleasure in order to forget why they were here?

He’d fucked her quite nicely indeed, but now it was time for her to get out of here. Time to figure out a way to escape. Then she would have to figure out why The Breeders would break the laws by having a male impregnate a Queen.

Jacey stiffened when she heard footsteps approach the cell. At the barred window, a female guard appeared.

“Prime male, isn’t he? When he’s through with you, there’s a waiting list of prison females ready for him to entertain them too.”

Anger burned inside Jacey at the idea of this male slave being hooked up to a prison machine that would arouse him and milk him of his sperm. Then the prison females would be impregnated by his sperm and forced to bear as many babies as their prison sentence dictated.

The guard slid a tin cup onto the windowsill.

“Pee in that. We’ll get the results shortly. If you’re lucky…perhaps I should rephrase that…if you’re unlucky and you’re pregnant, you can leave.”

“What if I refuse to pee? Maybe I’ll just go on the floor and let the dirt suck up the evidence.”

The guard chuckled. “He’s that good, is he? Looking for an excuse to stay?”

“Bitch!” Jacey whispered.

“You pee in the cup, do you hear me?”

“I’ll pee, if you bring me some ointment for his whip wounds.”

The guard looked shocked. Jacey couldn’t blame her. A Queen showing sympathy for a sex slave was unheard of. Then again, today seemed to be the day for many scandalous affairs, wasn’t it?

“I’ll get the ointment,” the guard mumbled.

When the sound of the guard’s footsteps disappeared down the hall, Jacey got up and did what she’d been instructed to do.

She knew exactly what they were looking for. They wanted to examine the contents of the tin to find out if his seed had taken.

She had to admit it was an ingenious plan to impregnate the Queen of the rival tribe. Then she’d be stripped of her powers, allowing The Breeders to move in and claim her territory.

Could all of this be because of revenge? Because she hadn’t sold them the well-hung male that her second-in-charge, Cath, had wounded and captured a few days ago?

Word about the well-hung talking male had spread like wildfire through surrounding regions. All the hubs had wanted to possess him simply because of his large cock. She’d had many offers for him and turned them all down flat.

Now she wished she had sold him to the highest bidder, The Breeders. Her hub would have been rich, she’d still have her slave doctor—who’d inconveniently run off with the talking male—and The Breeders wouldn’t have had an excuse to exact revenge. On the other hand, when they’d found out he was a talking male, they would have been required by law to put him down or at the very least cut out his tongue to prevent him from communicating.

Lucky for her though, this male’s cock was even bigger than the other one.

It made her question if perhaps this male and the other male had come from the same place? Her heart picked up a frantic speed at that thought and she hurried with her business of filling up the cup.

After doing her duty, she placed the now-warm tin cup back on the windowsill, crossed her arms beneath her heavy breasts, and examined the male on the bed.

He was still asleep, his massive shaft lying limp and satisfied on his abdomen.

Did he know the talking male? Or was it just by chance that two well-endowed specimens had shown up at virtually the same time?

It had to be a coincidence. This male hadn’t so much as spoken a word. He’d only shown interest in pleasuring her like a properly trained sex slave was supposed to do.

And he’d done his job well.

She turned and called through the bars of the window.

“C’mon, let’s get a move on!”

She listened for the guard’s reply, but heard nothing.

Sighing wearily, she muttered heatedly under her breath, “All of this trouble because of a stupid talking male.”

A sound from behind Jacey startled her and she cried out when a pair of strong hands curled tightly over her shoulders swinging her around.

She came face to face with the sex slave.

Dangerous fury danced in those brown depths and it frightened her.

Before she could even think to back away from him, his thick sinewy arms came up on both sides of her shoulders, effectively boxing her in against the wall. He looked down at her as his massive chest heaved with quick breaths. An angry muscle twitched wildly in his left jaw.

Sweet sunshine, had he snapped? Gone insane?

“What talking man?” he asked in a thick voice that did crazy things to her body.

Jacey blinked in stunned disbelief.

His lips had moved! Coherent words had tumbled out.

He’d spoken, just like that other talking man who’d been brought to her village days ago.

Suddenly her legs wobbled with weakness. Dizziness swept over her in a tidal wave and Jacey felt lightheaded.

His big hands came off the wall and slid around her naked waist, keeping her from slumping to the ground.

“Shock. That’s all it is,” she muttered to herself.  “Shock from too much fucking and lack of food. Lack of fresh air.”

“Easy, I’ve got you. Just breathe slowly. Focus your eyes on me.” The sound of his warm voice didn’t stop her decline into shock.

Her ears began to ring. She bit her lips in an effort to keep herself from screaming.

“This can’t be happening,” she whispered. “Not again. Not another talking man. I thought it was a fluke last time. I’d hoped he was a freak of nature. Goddess of Freedom! He was mighty handsome. And so well-endowed. Just like you are. Well, maybe you’re bigger than he was—”

His hot searing lips clamped down over Jacey’s trembling mouth cutting her off.

Goddess
,
he tastes so yummy
.

Explosions rattled her pussy as his hard cock poised at her entrance.

Okay. So maybe this was a scorching dream. A fantasy of fucking a talking male. She could handle that. And he wanted to do it standing up this time, a totally forbidden position, but certainly a delicious one.

All thoughts of him talking and their illegal position disintegrated as he pushed her against the cool wall and slid his massive erection into her.

The metal on his thick rod sensually pressed against her insides and she moaned from the wonderful impact.

A moment later he was pumping. Long, easy, torturous strokes that made her whimper beneath his onslaught.

If he hadn’t secured her waist with his large hands, she would have sunk down to the floor. On the other hand, the hard rod buried deep inside her would have done the job of holding her up.

From somewhere behind her she heard the guard cackle, “At it again, are you?”

At this point, she didn’t care if the guard was watching them.

Hot fever seared through her veins. And then without warning brilliant explosions ripped her pussy apart sending her into convulsions of pleasure.

Oh sweet sunshine
!

The orgasms kept coming. And coming.

His solid hips bucked violently. His hot seed spilled inside her womb, filling her with warmth and giving her such a beautiful high she thought she’d never come down.

After the guard left, the slave stayed inside her, impaling her to the wall. Their harsh labored gasps screamed through the air as they held tight to each other.

When Jacey finally opened her eyes, she found his lust-filled gaze studying her. He was searching for something. If she had to take a guess, she’d say he was searching for trust.

Her trust.

Suddenly she felt nervous. Self conscious. Exposed.

Her heart pounded violently in her ears at the thought she had just been fucked by a talking male.

“You okay?” Concern etched his voice.

Jacey nodded, then shook her head and attempted a reassuring smile at the same time. It was a weak and wobbly smile. But it was there nonetheless.

“Was it as good for you, as it was for me?” he whispered.

She blinked with wonder at his bold question and nodded.

“I heard the guard coming back,” he explained. “It was the only way I could think of to shut you up.”

Anytime, slave. Anytime.

Jacey noticed how his eyes looked slumberous. Tired. As if he hadn’t slept in a few days. Stubble darkened the solid curve of his jaw, giving him an air of danger she found rather appealing. Her lips and cheeks burned because of the rough way his mouth had seduced hers. Even now as she stared at him, she wanted his hot lips branding her flesh again.

As he watched her watching him she could feel his rod growing and pulsing deep inside her and the exquisite throbbing made the flames of want soar yet again.

“Um…I’ve never really spoken with a male before. I mean, I’ve spoken to one briefly but I’m not used to actually conversing with one. This is a bit overwhelming.”

“I can imagine, but I don’t really have time to be sensitive about this. You said something about a talking man. Was he like me? Talked like me? Did he say his name?”

“He was very angry.”

“What did he call himself?”

“Toe, I think.”

“Joe?”

“That’s it. That’s what Annie called him.”

“Annie?”

“She helped him escape. She ran off with him.”

He smiled warmly and her heart did a funny little flip that she liked.

“My brother always was impulsive. Takes what he likes. Doesn’t give it a second thought. Did he mention where he was going?”

“The Outer Limits is where I saw them last.”

“Outer Limits?”

“A largely unexplored part of our region. There isn’t much there. It borders along Freedom Sea.”

“The ocean?”

Jacey nodded. She still couldn’t understand why she was allowing him to leave his hot, solid cock buried inside her as if it naturally belonged there. Or why she was even talking to this male. He was a lowly slave, of no importance.

Yet, she was answering his questions and hanging onto his every word, as if she were smitten with him.

Jacey shook her head at those disturbing thoughts.

“I don’t know why I’m reacting this way to you,” she whispered.

Impulsively she reached up and ran a finger along the area of his left jaw where she’d seen the twitching muscle earlier when he’d been so angry.

He cursed softly at her touch. His eyes glazed over with pleasure, and his grip tightened around her waist. His rod swelled greatly inside her. Her vaginal muscles, hyper sensitive, rose to the occasion, clamping around his thick intrusion.

“I seem to be having the same reaction,” he breathed. “Tell you the truth, this hasn’t happened to me so much in one day.”

“Me either.” Actually never, but he didn’t have to know he was her first male, did he?

“What…what do they call you?” he asked.

“Jacey.”

“Jacey.” He said and smiled. “That’s a nice name. My name’s Ben Hero.”

“Ben Hero,” she repeated.

His sexy grin widened and her heart did that funny little flip again that she liked. It made her realize this male was in serious danger.

“We have to get you out of here. We have to do it fast. If they find out you can speak, you will be put to death. Although since you’re so well-endowed, they’d most likely keep your education a secret and cut into your brain, taking away your speech, or perhaps cut out your tongue to keep you—.”