Stark Pleasure; the Space Magnate's Mistress (The LodeStar Series) (23 page)

Kiri left her comlink sitting on a hovertray and padded into Stark’s bedroom. A single glowlamp came to life, the soft light swirling in the beautiful globe. The big bed waited, the broad expanse dark and inviting. Kiri looked around at the built-in cabinets of fine burlwood. A tall narrow one had been fitted into the space beside the far side of the bed.
 

Her hearting thudding with excitement, she walked around the bed and opened the door. The cupboard had a series of drawers. She chose one at random and frowned, bewildered. On a bed of charcoal velvet lay a group of balls of different sizes. They were translucent, and jostled by the opening of the drawer, they began to glow.
 

Kiri touched one hesitantly, and a warm current buzzed into her skin. She flinched. But the spark had not been truly painful, just startling. She touched another, smaller ball and received a lesser current. She pulled her hand away and eyed the larger balls with a mixture of fear and low, clenching excitement. Reminded her of drinking blue stars.

“You’ll enjoy those,” Stark said behind her.
 

Kiri whirled, feeling guilty as if she’d been caught in wrong-doing. “You followed me.”
 

The hovertray bearing her comlink floated a few feet away, and Stark smiled at her from the holovid, leaning back relaxed in his chair. “You disobeyed me. Since I’m not there to spank you, this is the next best thing. Now take off your bra.”

She glared at him for a moment, wanting to hurl the comlink across the room and see how he liked that. But his admiring gaze was like the current from the balls—it made her want to play, even through the sting of embarrassment.

“Do it, kitten.”

With him watching every move, Kiri unfastened her bra and let it slip from her arms. Under his gaze, her breasts tightened, her nipples peaking into hard points. Then she waited.

“Take the drawer out, and set it on the bed,” he ordered. “Then lie back on the bed. Legs open for me. Mm, that’s lovely. The panties are a tease.”

Kiri did as he instructed, and the hover table followed her, floating above her knees. She smoothed her hands nervously down her thighs. Her palms were damp, and her pussy was throbbing with need, her panties rasping against her labia like bonds.
 

“Now, take one of the smaller balls and slip it gently into your cunt.”

Her pussy spasmed. Her body was certain even if she wasn’t. She licked her lips. “Are you sure it won’t hurt?”

“It may sting just a little.” He pulled his robe open, and the holocam moved back so that she could see his cock, lying hard and flushed against his abdomen. “They’re electroplasm. Capable of conveying a current, but not enough to harm. Very pleasurable, I’m told. And it will please me very much to watch you.”

Other women had told him. How many other women had he watched do this, while he stroked himself with one hand as he was now, watching her with complete unselfconsciousness? Didn’t matter, she was here now. And she wanted him focused on her.

“Kiri.” His voice snapped her into action before thought. She leaned up on one elbow and reached into the drawer. Grasping one of the smallest balls, Kiri held it in her fingertips for a sec. The slight current and heat felt good. Her pussy clenched with excitement at the idea of feeling it inside her.

“Do you want to do it for me?” Stark asked, watching her face.
 

“Yes,” she admitted, heat flushing her cheeks and down across her chest.
 

“Yes,” he echoed, approval warming his eyes. “That’s my little cat.”

He watched as she reached down and stroked the ball inside her panties and down along her swollen, wet labia. It slipped inside with slick ease, and she pressed it deeper, thrusting her fingers inside herself. Inside her, the ball vibrated to life. Kiri moaned. “Logan, it’s m-moving.”

Heat, humming delicately inside her. She needed to come, needed to stroke herself.

“That’s just the current. Add another. The next larger one.”

Her hand shaking, Kiri selected the next larger ball and slipped it into her pussy with the other. More heat and more current. She whimpered, her eyes falling shut. It felt as if the balls were dancing slowly against each other. “Logan. They’re—they’re petting me.”

“Good. Would you like to come for me?”

Her eyes flew open. He was lying back in his chair, palming his cock languidly, a flush of color on his high cheekbones, his eyes hooded. He looked like a beautiful, decadent ruler, and she wished she were the one with her hands on his cock.
 

“Yes.” She wanted to come for him, wanted his eyes on her.
 

“Use your fingertips. Touch yourself very slowly.” Kiri did as he instructed. With her legs splayed open for him, she pulled the narrow band of the panties aside and stroked her fingertips into her wetness and up over her swollen clitoris. Pleasure gathered under her touch and inside her where the balls vibrated.

“Slowly,” he chided when her touch quickened.
 

“Oh, please,” Kiri choked, her voice husky in her dry throat. “I need to ... faster.”

“Hmm. Will you wear the belt for me? To a social function, I think.”

“Yes,” she whimpered. She’d promise him anything, if only he’d let her come now.

“Very well. Touch yourself more quickly. Open your eyes. Look at me while you come.”

Gazing into his gray eyes, Kiri stroked fast, her fingers jerking over her clitoris and her hips moving, her feet arching, toes curling tight as the pleasure tightened until it imploded inside her, her pussy spasming deliciously around the balls. She showed him every nuance of her joy. And part of it was surrendering to him.

She let her head drop back and a husky laugh bubbled up, catching in her throat. “That was so weird.” But delicious. Her body hummed with pleasure.

“Oh, you’re not finished, kitten.”
 

Kiri opened her eyes. He was still stroking himself, harder now, his cock glistening with ointment from the small bottle that stood on the table beside him.

“You’re going to come for me again,” he told her. “Take the largest ball. Now, Kiri.”

The ball sat in her hand, heat shimmering through her palm and up her arm. Whoa, this one was powerful and a little scary. Blue Stars.

“Put it in your panties.”

“That won’t fit inside me.” And she was not going to try. It would hurt, and she did not do pain. At least she was pretty sure she didn’t. “Can’t I just watch you now?”

“You’re not done. Lodge it against your clitoris. The panties will hold it there.”

Kiri slipped the ball into her panties, where it perched on her mons. She snickered. “It looks like I have a little penis in there.”

“Not from here,” he assured her, his voice rough. “You look like a lovely, sensual creature being fucked by light.”

The ball was glowing. Heat flowed from it, and it began to vibrate subtly, as if reacting to her skin. She moaned as the heat crackled softly against her swollen clitoris, and the smaller balls answered inside her.
 

“Beautiful,” he approved. “Intense, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” she gasped. “Oh! The current’s getting stronger. It stings. Logan, I need—” She didn’t know what she needed, only that she was going to come again, in spite of the sting, or maybe because of it. “
You
. I wish you were here with me.”

“Take the two medium balls,” he said, his voice hoarse. “I want you to stroke your nipples with them.”

“I need to come,” she groaned. And then she needed to get the balls away from her.
 

“You’ll come when I tell you. You’re mine, little cat.”

She looked into his eyes. “Yes.” In this moment she was, as surely as if he were in the room with her, holding her physically. She touched the two remaining balls to her nipples. The balls seemed to ignite each other. Sharp prickles of pain and pleasure arced through her, from her nipples, across her skin, and deep inside her pussy, and out along her clitoris. She whimpered, on the edge of orgasm, on the edge of bolting. “Logan!”

“Now,” Stark said. “Come for me, Kiri.” His voice was like a velvet whip, cracking through her. She came so hard a scream ripped from her throat.
 

At last the current died and let her fall back, spent.

She let the balls fall from her hands and cupped her breasts. They felt tender, almost bruised. Wincing, she pushed the ball away from her panties and then sat up. She wrinkled her nose. The other two were still inside her like a naughty secret, but at least they were quiet now

Stark lay back in his chair, his robe closed again, that warm light in his eyes, a smile on his mouth for her. “Thank you, kitten.”

She blushed, her face and chest burning. Then the absurdity of the situation struck her, and laughter bubbled up again. When his eyes twinkled, she laughed even harder. It felt good, a release of the tension of being coaxed into putting on his private sex show. He’d talked her into playing with toys that were as painful as they were pleasurable, and he wasn’t even here, not really.

“I wanted to watch you, too,” she complained, curling onto her side, hugging a pillow since she couldn’t hold him.

He smiled at her over his coffee mug. “I enjoyed myself. An unforgettable performance.”

A performance. That stung in a different way. Kiri wrapped her arms more tightly around the pillow, kicking the largest ball away as it rolled against her leg. “You
are
deleting this link, right?”

He took another drink of coffee. “If you were here, you wouldn’t have to worry about that, would you? Now, I’ve a meeting, and I find I need another shower-dry. Stay out of trouble for the rest of the day, hmm?”

“Stark! The link.” She would not be just another sex show for him.

He shook his head. “Stop worrying, kitten. What happens between us is private, unless we decide differently. Now, there’s another gift waiting for you. On your work station.”
 

Kiri eyed him suspiciously.
 

“An employment agency,” he told her with a smirk that told her he knew exactly what she’d been thinking. “They’re at your disposal. The employment rosters are easily accessible so you can find someone you like.”

“Thank you,” she managed. “I haven’t forgotten my promise.”

He nodded. “Good. Because I never forget any promise made to me.”

She believed him, and that he would use this to manipulate and manage his businesses and people. Stark reality.

“Call Natan for anything else you want. And don’t leave the penthouse without Rak, hmm?”

Kiri nodded. That was easy enough—she hated riding the airbuses. Being piloted in a fancy new slider was starry, and she liked Rak.

The holovid winked out, leaving her there alone in the quiet of his bedroom, surrounded by the detritus of sex play with Stark.
 

She slipped off the bed, unease prickling through her in a sting that echoed the balls. Logan Stark could talk her into nearly anything, it seemed. She needed to be very careful of that.

Chapter 19

Kiri’s new work station was small, sleek and fast. It answered even whispered voice commands and brought up flat or holovid images of clarity that made her laugh with delight.
 

She had several messages waiting in her virtual mailbox. She leaned her chin on her hand and scrolled through the hololinks. Most were sales, two were from casual friends who’d seen her on the news and wanted details, and two were important enough to answer immediately. She began with the link from her coffee supplier and friend, Illyria Tate.
 

A pretty blonde in a neat business suit appeared on the holovid, sitting in a small office, a steaming mug of coffee at her elbow. A window behind her revealed a large space that Kiri knew was her warehouse. A hoviecart zipped by, piled high with bags of beans.

“Kiri,” the woman said, her big brown eyes soft with concern. “Are you all right? Saw you on the news, and your stand was closed when I went by to check on you today.”

“Hi, Illyria. Things have been … a bit weird.” Kiri filled the woman in on the broad details of the murder, losing her apartment.

Illyria’s look of concern deepened. “Do you need credit? I could help you.”

Kiri shook her head. “Don’t wanna get you in trouble.”

Illyria flushed. “I have credit of my own. Father doesn’t control that.”

“Thanks, but I’m fine,” Kiri insisted. She explained about meeting Stark, and his rescue.

“Stark?
Logan
Stark?” The other woman leaned so far forward Kiri worried she would fall over her desk. “LodeStar Enterprises’ Logan Stark?”

Kiri nodded. Wow, Stark was famous in certain circles.

Illyria let out a shriek of delight, tossing back her blonde curls. “Oh, I can’t believe it. And he rescued you, you’re with him now, he’s—oh, I can’t believe it. This is so-oo moonbeamish! And you look starry, by the way. Love that little sweater, is that spider lace?”

Kiri could feel herself blushing, but she grinned. “Um, yeah.” She stroked her hand down over her clinging gold top and leggings. “So the good news is, I have credit to buy coffee.”