Pleasure Bound - Complete (24 page)

“Let’s go back inside.”

She led him into the cabin where it was now almost dark. Lighting a few candles, she set them on the table. Taking one of the candles, she led him to a nearby door he hadn’t noticed earlier when they’d first arrived.

“Tonight, we will do whatever our hearts and bodies want us to do.”

She nodded to the door. “Open it.”

“What’s in there?”

“Have yourself a look.”

The amused grin plastered on her face piqued his curiosity. Ben opened the door and sucked in one hell of a surprised breath.

It was a closet.

Full of every sex toy imaginable.

Arousal coursed through him as he surveyed the arrangement of whips, feathers, pussy pumps, various sizes of dildos, two-headed dildos, hand and leg cuffs, butt plugs, ball gags, penis weights, and much more.

“Oh, of course. The male slave training cabin.” He grinned.

Warmth spilled against his bare back as she leaned closer.

“Or the female sex slave training cabin?”

“I hadn’t thought of that angle,” he teased.

“You hadn’t? Women love sex too you know.”

“Well that explains it.”

“Explains what?”

“Why you want to fuck me all the time.”

“I do not!”

“The bright red blush on your face is a dead giveaway. And…” He slipped a hand between her legs. She wiggled sexily as his finger dipped an inch into her hot, tight hole. “Your pussy is always wet and ready for me. Besides, it’s a well-known fact. Once a woman makes love with a man, she’s hooked on sex. Can’t do without it. Wants it all the time.”

The puzzled look on her face deepened. She was buying into it. Hook. Line. And sinker.

Reluctantly he slid his finger from her moist warmth and surveyed the contents of the closet.

“They also say a few hot sex sessions a day keep the doctor away.”

“Why the doctor?” Her hard nipples brushed the muscles of his back, sparking something hot in his cock.

“Because sex is exercise. Keeps your body limber. And when you have it often enough and with someone you care about your mind is happy and your soul is set free. In short, you live longer.”

“Women here live to a certain age.”

A frisson of fear cleaved into Ben’s spine. He’d never even thought that the biology of women on Paradise was different than Earth women.

“How old?”

“Until menopause.”

“And then you just die?”

“We outgrow our usefulness of bearing babies. We are killed.”

The shock of her casual answer nearly blew him away and he knew she was telling him the truth. Damn, but the people on this planet sure did hold warped traditions.

“As I said, Ben Hero, there are many aspects to my world you don’t know.”

“I guess I’m going to have to make it a priority of sticking around long enough to learn your culture.”

“Would you even consider staying forever?” she asked shyly.

Ahh. This must be the question that was haunting her. The reason she’d been unusually quiet today. She’d hinted at it earlier, asking what would happen once he reached Freedom Sea. He should have sensed she was being serious. Instead, he’d teased her about leaving as soon as possible so they wouldn’t get eaten by the cannibals.

“I have to return to my world sooner or later, Jacey. If we don’t go home, they’ll come looking for us. And there won’t be just one spaceship, they’ll come by the dozens.”

“It would be unsafe for them to come here, Ben Hero.”

“Because of the disintegration machines.”

She nodded.

Silence was a barrier between them and Ben closed the closet door. The sex toys would have to wait just a little while longer. There was something important that he needed to attend to—reassuring Jacey she was his number one priority. And he would start by showing her one of Earth’s most ancient and romantic traditions. Music.

Chapter Eight

Jacey couldn’t believe her ears when she heard Ben Hero start to hum a slow sensual melody. His eyes were bright brown, his lips pursued together with determined effort.

“What are you doing?” she giggled.

No male had ever hummed to her. But then again no male had ever fucked her before.

He stopped humming and flicked a stray strand of hair off his forehead. It was a sexy gesture that made heat shoot through her bloodstream.

“I don’t just hum for anyone, Jacey.” He said rather seriously as he extended his hand toward her, “Your hand, my lady.”

“What are you up to?”

He didn’t answer. Instead, he started humming again. The sultry sound from deep in his chest was pleasing to her ears and Jacey couldn’t resist doing as he asked.

His hand was warm and calloused and so large compared to hers as she slid her fingers against his palm.

“Put one hand right here,” he whispered as he guided her until her fingers curled over his thick muscled shoulder.

“The other hand goes here,” he said and placed her other hand on the small of his solid back.

Heat poured off his naked body and sunk seductively into her flesh. She could smell the soap he’d used to wash himself earlier when he’d gone down to the river to fetch water for her and bathed.

The scent intermingled with his unique masculine scent and Jacey’s senses began to race.

His large hands settled on the curves of her hips, branding her flesh.

But he didn’t pull her any closer, leaving a scorching few inches between their bodies.

“I’ll lead. You just follow your feet with where I place mine,” he directed in a husky voice.

She looked down and watched his feet move back and forth. She found him hard to follow because her gaze kept straying to his thick erection and his swaying testicles.

He moved his feet slowly until she caught the rhythm that coincided with his humming.

“You’re a quick learner,” he said.

He moved a little closer and Jacey’s pulse hammered as his chest touched the edge of her nipples.

The brushing of his hard muscles against her tips shot sparks of pleasure through her breasts. Her nipples immediately hardened in arousal and her breasts swelled with anticipation.

She loved the sensual way their bodies moved so closely together. She could feel his thumbs drawing small circles on her hips, setting her flesh on fire where he touched.

The musical sound of his deep voice sifted through her senses and she leaned her head on his shoulder, drifting in a sea of sensual bliss.

“What is this called?” she asked.

“Slow dancing. But we usually dance to music.”

“We have music. Drums, horns from seashells, some women even use reeds and make small holes in them. They blow while they press their fingers intermittently over the holes. It produces wonderful melodies.

“Sounds like a flute.”

“We call them melody makers.”

They continued to move around the cabin floor, every once in a while the hard bulging head of his penis rubbed erotically against her clit, encouraging Jacey’s pussy to moisten with need and her insides to scream with pleasure. Finally she could take the searing sensations no more and arched against his arousal, making him inhale sharply. His erotic grip on her hips tightened and he stopped humming.

“Are you teasing me, my Queen?”

“No more than what you’re teasing me.” She giggled and looked down at her rock hard nipples.

His full lips parted as he stared at her breasts. For a moment she thought his head would lower and he would suckle her. The anticipation of him doing such a wondrous thing made her blood boil to a fever pitch.

To her disappointment, he didn’t take her nipples into his mouth. To her delight though, his parted lips touched her own, sparking a firestorm of desire through her mouth.

Her tongue slid between his parted lips and into his delicious cavern where she fiercely explored his warm, seductive contours. He groaned from somewhere deep in his chest. It was an untamed sound and it sent shivers of excitement ripping through her.

He pressed himself closer to her, his hands now intimately cupping her hot ass cheeks. His hips swayed slightly. His huge erection, trapped like a wild animal between their bodies, throbbed against the opening of her vagina.

Jacey’s hands drifted off his wide shoulders and slid up along the corded length of his powerful neck, curling around the back of his head, cradling him there.

His silky, damp hair sifted like feathers through her hungry fingers as she pressed his head closer in an effort to deepen the kiss. His lips felt like rough velvet as he devoured her.

One of his hands slid away from her ass cheek and trailed a brand of pleasure over her hip. Somehow he managed to slip his hand between their tightly fused bodies and a finger gently pulled against one of her clit rings to this side of pain. A calloused thumb parted her nether lips, rubbing erotically against her clit, making her whimper as spirals of pleasure coursed deep into her.

The urge was so great to feel his thick arousal deep inside her body that she could actually feel her vaginal muscles contracting in response. Suddenly he was pushing her backward until her ass hit the wooden edge of the table.

He tore his hot mouth from hers.

“On the table,” he breathed against her neck.

Without waiting for her to do as he instructed, his hands cupped her ass checks and he hoisted her easily onto the table. Automatically Jacey lifted her legs. She secured her feet on the tabletop and then widened her legs fully expecting him to plunge into her without hesitation.

To her surprise he crouched down on his knees in front of her and peered at her poussy. Hunger seared his dark eyes. It was a ravenous look that almost made her climax on the spot.

“You are so beautiful,” he said as a hand slid up her inner thighs.

She found she couldn’t breath as his finger parted her labia and he stared at her sex, wonder and worry shining in his eyes.

“Your clit rings, did they hurt when you got them?”

Jacey shivered as a slice of memory ripped through her. Her legs had been spread wide, much as she was sitting now. The female doctor had worked quickly, piercing her skin efficiently. But Jacey had felt the pain tearing her apart. Had almost cried out from it. However she was a Queen. She was supposed to be tougher than the rest of the women of her hub. No numbing agent had been given, and she’d refused to humiliate herself by shedding tears as the whole hub watched the procedure.

She’d made her people proud as she’d received the clit rings and then the nipple rings without so much as a whimper.

“There was pain,” she admitted. “But it faded with a Quick Healing Injection which promotes healing and helps prevent infection. And you? What about your jewelry? Did it hurt when The Breeders inserted them?”

“I had them done long before I came here and yes it hurt. Very much so, but in the long run it was worth it, don’t you think?”

“Yes. Very much worth it.”

His finger explored her clit with seductive caresses, outlining her labia lips, rubbing her pleasure nub, creating sizzling pleasure wherever he touched. Without warning he slid his finger into her vagina. She bit her bottom lip as her pussy muscles spasmed, clasping the intruder, trying to draw him in deeper.

Her hands flew to her swollen breasts and she began massaging her plump nipples to create friction.

A moment later, he inserted another hot finger into her. Need enveloped her. It spread through her like wildfire. When he slid a third finger inside her and started to plunge with deliciously slow, torturous thrusts, she closed her eyes as strong convulsions exploded through her.

Panting wildly, her body flushed with heat, she sat paralyzed on the table and welcomed his seductive assault as he finger-fucked her into ecstasy. Sharp, painfully pleasant sensations ripped her apart. Shredded her mind. Made her oblivious to everything except what he was doing to her. Orgasm after orgasm slammed into her as his slick fingers slurped in and out until she thought she could bear it no longer. Until she thought she would go mad from pleasure.

She didn’t even remember him removing his fingers but suddenly his powerful hands grabbed her hips, holding her still. She opened her eyes to find him standing between her widespread legs, the thick head of his penis bulging and purple, hovering a mere inch from her wet pussy.

He was ready, so ready that his cock trembled with anticipation.

The delicious sight made the fire within burn with renewed frenzy. Automatically she tipped her hips upward, encouraging him to take her.

And he did.

She gasped as his cock drove into her. Her vaginal muscles stretched wildly to accommodate his hot flesh. He slid in easily enough, her slick interior welcoming him, her pussy muscles wrapping tightly around his pulsing thickness.

He closed his eyes and groaned like a wild animal. His breathing grew harsh as he began to rock against her, his thrusts hard and furious, compared to the slow torturous movements of his earlier finger fucking.

Sheer pleasure speared through her fevered pussy as he slammed into her, his balls slapping against her flesh.

His hands flew to her breasts, cupping her. His fingers pulled at her rings and plumped her nipples until they were again two aching beads of desire.

She moaned as hot sensations zipped through her flesh and headed straight into her vagina where he continued to ram into her. Her mind splintered. She tightened as violent tremors tore her apart.

Suddenly his hips jerked, his body tensed and he came. His hot cream flooded her womb like an unleashed firestorm, splashing out of her and down her thighs.

Finally he softened inside her and Jacey leaned back on the table, panting erratically, quite ready to collapse from exhaustion.

He withdrew his limp cock and tenderly swept her into his strong embrace. A moment later the warmth of the soft mattress nested against her back. The bed dipped as he lay down beside her, his hot body spooned against her right side. Nuzzling her head against his damp shoulder, she drifted off into a beautiful dream world where she danced with a magnificent brown-eyed male sex slave, a perfect mate.

* * * * *

Ben awoke to the soft sound of the back door closing. The candles on the table flickering wildly. When he noticed Jacey lying fast asleep beside him, he bolted into an upright position, his heart hammering like a rabid woodpecker against his chest.

“Damn,” he muttered under his breath.

They’d been found!

Quickly he jostled Jacey’s shoulder, urging her to wake up.

Her eyes fluttered open and she smiled sleepily at him. She must have seen the fear on his face because a split second later she tensed with alarm.

“What’s wrong?”

“Someone just left.”

“What?” She lifted herself to an elbow and peered around the shadowy room, her narrowed eyes searched every nook and cranny.

Ben leaped out of bed, grabbed her hand and tugged on her to get up.

She didn’t budge.

“C’mon, we’ve got to leave.”

To his utter surprise, she yanked at him. Pulled so hard that he came crashing down right on top of her sweet softness.

“What the hell are you doing? We have to get out of here,” he gasped.

She didn’t budge. “Look on the counter. Someone left us a gift.”

Ben’s gaze swung to the area where she indicated. He blinked at the reed basket overflowing with fruits.

“Someone left us food?” Ben asked as he surveyed the rest of the room to see if any other unexpected presents were left behind.

“It was Virgin,” Jacey said softly. She stretched like a lazy, calm cat and acted as if nothing out of the ordinary had just happened.

“Virgin?”

“She was following us all day yesterday.”

“What? Why the hell didn’t you tell me we were being followed?”

“You didn’t ask.”

Ben frowned, totally puzzled. “You don’t seem concerned. I gather she’s not a threat. Who is she?”

“She’s a Yellow Hair.”

Uneasiness cleaved into his spine. “One of those cannibal women?”

“That’s right,” she said calmly.

Jacey left the bed and headed for the food basket. Ben followed on her heels.

She reached for a fruit and his hand clamped around her wrist, stopping her cold.

“Don’t eat that!” he commanded.

She gave him a startled glance. “Why not? I’m hungry.”

“She’s trying to fatten us up.”

“She’s not trying to fatten us up.” She giggled.

“She’s a cannibal! She eats people! Leave the food and let’s get the hell out of here before she decides we are dinner.” He headed for the door fully expecting her to follow him. She didn’t.

“She won’t hurt us.” Jacey said softly.

“How the hell do you know?” he snapped, suddenly irritated that she would risk her life by hanging around with danger lurking nearby. He sure as heck didn’t want them ending up like that poor bastard the blonde virgin cannibals had cut up in The Acid Zone.

“Because I’m the one who helped her escape from prison.”

Ben blinked with shock.

“Prison? She’s an escaped convict?” He shook his head with disbelief. “Great! I’m sure she has a posse on her ass too. All the more reason for us to split right now.”

That teasing smile slipped along her lips again and he got the feeling she knew some sort of sweet secret. He’d find out soon enough what it was, but not right now. It was adios time.

He was about to grab Jacey and force her to follow him, even if he had to do it kicking and screaming, when he stopped, realization dawning on him.

“Wait a minute. What are you doing letting a cannibal convict out of prison?”

“May I eat something while I explain? I really am famished.”

“Are you sure the food is safe?” Uncertainty ripped at his guts at the idea Jacey might be poisoned.

“Please trust me, Ben Hero and let me eat. I’m hungry.”

“Let me taste it first, just to be sure.”

Before he could grab the fruit, a wet snapping sound of her biting into the juicy apple made him curse.

“See?” She held up the apple and cocked her head prettily. “Nothing is happening to me. Please, relax and trust me. Everything is fine.”

Ben nodded. Relief shot through his system at the confidence oozing from her voice. He should trust her. She’d been living here on this planet a heck of a lot longer than he had.

He walked over to a nearby window, cupped his hands to the glass and peered into the darkness.

Nothing moved except a generous scattering of lightning bugs.