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  He ran his hand down his face and pushed away from the wall. He had other things he needed to do today. He didn’t need to be screwing his bait.

  Gora turned the corner. She came to a stop and scowled at him.

  “What?” he asked.

  She took the clothes from him and mumbled something about how she didn’t stick her nose into his personal business.

  “Since when?” he called out as she continued on down the hall. “When did I lose control of my house?” he grumbled.

  With a sigh he continued to the end of the hall and jogged down the back steps that emptied into the kitchen. Haydrien never even used the main stairs anymore. He usually ate in the kitchen along with everyone else.

  “Gora’s in a snit,” Haydrien said as he spotted Lear by the massive kitchen island, picking through fruit someone had gathered from the orchard.

  “Yeah, I noticed that.”

  “What over?” he asked as he grabbed a berry and plopped it into his mouth.

  “Your new sub.”

  “What?” he exclaimed.

  “She says it’s one thing to bring in a willing sub. It’s another to do this.”

  Haydrien rolled his eyes. “Good grief.”

  “Jacquelyn will have an ally in Gora. You’ll have to watch the two of them.”

  Haydrien growled softly as he plopped into one of the many kitchen chairs. “This is what I get for being so nice to my staff,” Haydrien said with a half grin. “They’re not afraid of me anymore.”

  “Please. Like they were ever afraid of you. They love you, and I would rather have their love than their fear any day.” Lear sat down in the chair next to him. “So? How did it go?”

  “My damn balls hurt. That’s how well it went.”

  Lear chuckled and leaned back.

  Haydrien scowled at the man who had become his best friend. “This isn’t funny.”

  “Well, you can either keep punishing her or just let her run her mouth.”

  “Right now neither option seems appealing.”

  “Yeah, well,” Lear said as he lifted a cup of tea that one of the servants had set before him. “You won’t get any sympathy from me. If she were mine, I would’ve already fucked her brains out.” Lear grinned. “I bet she’s a screamer.”

  Haydrien smiled softly as the echoes of her screams replayed in his head. Yep, she was definitely a screamer.

  * * * *

  Jack rummaged through Haydrien’s closet for anything she thought might cover her. Any one of his shirts would, but every one she pulled out smelled of him, and she quickly put it back.

  What the hell was she going to do?

  “Good morning, dear.”

  Jack quickly jumped behind the closet door and glanced around the edge. An older woman stood just inside the bedroom, a warm smile of welcome on her weathered face. Her gray hair was pulled back, making her look older than she probably was, but her eyes were a vibrant shade of blue for someone her age.

  Her smile faded somewhat as she stepped into the room. “He didn’t leave you anything to wear?” she asked with just a hint of sympathy.

  “No,” Jack replied.

  “I didn’t think so. I swear, sometimes I don’t know what that boy is thinking. My name is Gora.”

  “Jacquelyn.”

  Gora stepped to the bed and laid a white garment across the foot. “This will do until I can get your things off the ship. Lear has promised that he’ll retrieve them for me as soon as Haydrien gives the okay.”

  “You’ll be waiting a while, then,” Jack grumbled.

  “No, I won’t. I’ll hurry him along.”

  “Are you his mother?” Jack asked as she stepped forward and picked up the white material.

  It was a dress. Thin and gauzy, it would feel good against her skin in this heat. Unfortunately in the right light, it was also transparent.

  “No, dear. I’m the head of the household. Although I did have a hand in his raising after his mother died.”

  “It’s a shame you couldn’t teach him better manners,” Jack said as she lifted the dress over her head. As the skirt settled around her calves, she realized just how harsh her words had probably sounded. “I’m sorry. That was—”

  “That was only the truth,” Gora said with a grin. “Haydrien spent most of his life fighting a war he didn’t want. He’s had very little happiness, so at times he comes across gruffer than he really is. The BDSM stuff”—she waved her hand to the far side of the room—”was actually his father’s. Haydrien was often given lessons on how to be a good Dom in this very room.” Her smile faded a little. “He wanted to please his father, but the war was just too much a burden on Haydrien. So when his father died, he brought an end to it.”

  Jack frowned. “At what cost?”

  “The cost would’ve come if it had continued. Both planets were done with the war, the fighting. The only reason it had gone on as long as it had was because of Haydrien’s father and his stubborn pride. Haydrien’s trying to rebuild our world.”

  “By stealing.”

  “He’s taking care of his people the only way he knows how,” Gora countered.

  “A futuristic Robin Hood, Prince of Thieves,” Jack mumbled.

  She did not want to feel bad for him. He was a jerk, a sadist, and God only knew what else.

  “Who?” Gora asked.

  Jack shook her head in dismissal. “Just a historical figure from my mother’s world. Why are you telling me all this?”

  Gora shrugged. “I just wanted you to know. I noticed you kept putting shirts back in the closet because they smelled like him. You inhaled every one as though it was a flower to be savored.”

  Jack’s mouth dropped open. “I did not.”

  Gora only smiled. “Dinner is in the kitchen in about an hour. I’m sure he will want you there.”

  “Where is it?” Jack asked.

  “Go right, then go right again, and it’s the stairs at the end of the hall.”

  Jack nodded, but she had no desire to join them for dinner.

  * * * *

  Haydrien took the back steps two at a time with a plate in his hand. He’d be damned if he’d allow her to starve herself just because she was stubborn. He’d already eaten his dinner. The whole time he couldn’t take his eyes off the stairs as he waited for her to come down. But the wench never showed.

  Looked as though he’d have to give the minx another punishment. Damn. Just when he’d finally gotten his cock to relax from the first one.

  He stalked through the bedroom door. He didn’t see her right away, and his heart raced wildly. “Jacquelyn!”

  He spotted her raised hand over the back of the chair as she lifted it and waved. Shaking his head, he walked out to the terrace and set the plate on the table next to her. “Eat.”

  She glared up at him. “No.”

  “Eat or I’ll feed you.”

  She crossed her arms over her chest. He sighed and leaned down, placing his hands on the arm of the chair. “How’s this? Eat or I eat you, if you get my meaning.”

  Jack swallowed and reached for the fork. “Fine. I’ll eat.”

  He pushed back up and moved to take the seat across from her.

  “I don’t need you watching me,” she growled.

  “I like watching you. It annoys you.”

  When she looked over at him, he smiled. She gave him a tight-lipped sarcastic grin before turning back to the plate she’d set in her lap. Haydrien watched her push the food around her plate and frowned. He tried to remember the last time she’d eaten but couldn’t.

  “Jacquelyn, eat,” he said, keeping his voice softer.

  The muscle in her cheek jerked, but she lifted the fork to her mouth and took a bite. She glared at him before turning her attention back to the plate. She took another bite, then started to set the plate aside.

  He wagged his finger. “Huh-uh. All of it.”

  “I’m not hungry.”

  “Jacquelyn, it’s been a full twenty-
four hours since that tiny bite of lasagna you had on the ship. Eat all of it.”

  She rolled her eyes and put the plate back on her lap. “Yeah. Wouldn’t want your prisoner collapsing from hunger. How would that make you look?”

  Haydrien sat back and crossed his legs. “I see our little session earlier did nothing to curb that tongue of yours.”

  “So what?” she grumbled around her bite. “Are you going to tie me up and do it again?”

  “Maybe,” he murmured.

  Jack swallowed and tilted her head to look at him. She didn’t say anything this time, just resumed eating. Once done, she took a sip of the drink he handed her and set it back on the table.

  She coughed softly and frowned at him. “Does that have alcohol in it?”

  He nodded.

  Without taking her gaze off his as though in some sort of silent challenge, she raised the glass and downed the whole thing in one gulp. Haydrien lifted an eyebrow, and his lips twitched in amusement. “You may regret that.”

  About the time he said it, her eyes widened, and she coughed, almost choking. That much of the drink all at once was probably burning her insides about now. She winced and put her hand over her stomach. He watched as she drew in two deep breaths, then turned to glare at him.

  “Don’t glare at me. I’m not the one who downed it in one gulp.”

  She twisted her lips and stood. Haydrien let his gaze travel down the white dress that Gora had given her. It looked good on her, highlighting her hourglass figure and firm, high breasts. The color even looked good. He frowned, wondering if Gora had chosen that dress on purpose.

  The setting sun shone through the material, outlining her thighs and hips, and his cock reacted instantly.

  “You can leave now,” she said as she picked up the plate and handed it to him.

  Haydrien stood and took the plate from her. He set it on his seat, then took a menacing step toward her. If she wanted another punishment, so be it.

  Chapter Ten

  Jack didn’t like the sudden lustful light that shone in his eyes. She took a step back, wishing she could remember to keep her mouth shut. Haydrien advanced, and she stopped, realizing there was nowhere for her to run. She couldn’t get around him, and she certainly couldn’t fight him.

  He grabbed her forearm and tugged her toward him. With his hands at her waist, he turned them both so her back was to the table. He lifted her, catching her by surprise and making her gasp as her ass hit the tabletop behind her.

  “Lie back,” he commanded in a rough voice.

  She did as he demanded. The cool table felt good against her back and arms, but all comfort faded when Haydrien hiked up her skirt, exposing her pussy. She tried to push it back down, but he grasped her hands and held them tight.

  “Don’t make me tie you.”

  She froze and stared into his dark eyes. The hungry look in them made every nerve in her body tingle with awareness and heat. He let go of her hand and grabbed her calves, pushing them forward.

  “Hold your knees,” he said.

  Jack grabbed her shins, just below her knees. Haydrien grasped her hips and pulled her closer to the edge of the table. She held her breath, hoping she didn’t fall. Her ass hung precariously off the edge. She pressed the small of her back against the table, trying to keep herself from toppling forward.

  What the hell was he doing? She hoped he wasn’t going to do what she thought he was. His face between her legs wasn’t something she thought she could handle right now.

  “Pull them back farther,” he commanded.

  Jack tugged at her knees, lifting her butt.

  “Wider.”

  Jack swallowed and allowed her knees to move outward.

  “Perfect,” Haydrien murmured.

  He smoothed his hand over her mound, and Jack closed her eyes tight. He kept his touch light, his fingers slow and gentle as they moved around to her hip. Without warning, he pulled his hand back, then slapped her ass hard. Jack’s eyes flew wide open as she gasped in surprise.

  “I told you to come down for dinner,” he growled, then slapped her ass. “Then you got smart when I told you to eat.”

  He slapped her once more, and Jack moaned as pleasure-pain began to race through her veins. He was going to do this to her again. Her face burned with mortification to match the burning of her ass as he continued to slap one cheek, then the other, over and over again until she thought she might scream.

  She could feel herself getting wet, feel the building of that dark need deep inside her. She didn’t want to lose herself again, but she knew she wouldn’t be able to stop it.

  He moved his hand back to her mound and softly used the tips of his fingers to separate her labia. Jack closed her eyes in embarrassment. Her arousal was right there for him to see, to taste. She bit her lip as she imagined him running his tongue along her slit, licking her cream.

  She shook her head back and forth repeatedly, trying to force the image from her mind.

  Haydrien chuckled as he thrust two fingers deep into her pussy. Her hips lifted higher on their own, and Jack’s heart sank with the realization he could get her to do anything he wanted. Especially right now.

  “So wet,” he whispered.

  He lowered his head and nibbled the insides of her thighs. He kept his fingers deep, only just partially pulling out before thrusting them back in. Jack could hardly think. The spanking had left her so aroused she couldn’t fight the need that rose to a boil.

  He pulled his fingers out and spread her, exposing her clit to his sensual touch. He rubbed gently along the nub, forcing it to harden even more, and Jack thought she might die from the desire to have him inside her.

  She refused to voice it. She didn’t care how crazy he made her. She would never give him that satisfaction.

  He blew against her clit, and her hips jerked. “So pretty,” he whispered just before sliding his tongue through the juices that coated her pussy.

  When the tip of his tongue circled her clit, she cried out and shuddered from head to toe.

  “So sweet,” he murmured, then thrust his tongue inside her channel.

  Jack sighed and rotated her hips, grinding her pussy against his face. Her anger and protests forgotten, all she cared about was getting off.

  He removed his tongue and nibbled at the side of her labia, making her whimper for more. “Are you going to behave from now on?” he asked.

  Jack panted and closed her eyes. She wanted to say yes so he would end the torture, but another part of her wanted to say no.

  He lifted up and slapped her on the ass. The sting caught her by surprise, and she squealed. “Ow!” She bit her lip at how sore she was becoming.

  “I asked you a question, sub,” he said harshly. “Are you behaving from now on?”

  He slapped her ass again.

  “Yes!” she screamed.

  “I’ll believe it when I see it,” he murmured.

  Using the flats of his fingers, he spread the cream at her opening over her pussy and down between the cheeks of her ass. Jack groaned and lifted her pussy toward his touch.

  “You want to get off, don’t you?” He bent down and blew against her clit.

  “Yes,” she hissed.

  “I should leave you hanging,” he whispered. “Tie your hands so you can’t touch yourself.”

  Jack shook her head. “No.”

  “No what?”

  “No what?” she panted. What was he talking about? What did he want?

  “What am I, sub?” He pinched her clit between his two first fingers and rubbed the sides.

  Jack squealed and buried her fingernails in her shins.

  He removed his hand and slapped at her ass again. “No what, Jacquelyn?”

  “No…” She took a deep breath and tried again. “No, Master.”

  “That’s it,” he said.

  He thrust two fingers deep. Jack gasped, then screamed in release the second he flattened his tongue against her clit. He kept pressing hi
s tongue over her nub, drawing out her release till she thought she might cry.

  Just as it began to die down, he tilted his hand and rubbed the pads of his fingers against her G-spot. Jack’s release slammed through her again. Her channel throbbed, sucking his fingers deeper inside her as wave after wave of her release took her breath. He made her crazy. He made her want to scream to the rooftops, to slide into a puddle on the floor and beg him to take her repeatedly.

  The pleasure slowly subsided. Haydrien removed his touch, and Jack sighed. She let go of her knees and allowed her legs to lower. She forgot that her butt was no longer over the table and would’ve fallen on the floor if Haydrien hadn’t caught her.

  A strained look contorted his face as he set her aside, then strode quickly to the bathroom. The door slammed shut with a bang that made Jack jump in surprise.

  “Now who needs to get off?” she yelled, then giggled. “Serves you right, you prick.”

  HAYDRIEN FISTED HIS hands at his sides, ignoring her amused taunt. If she knew what was good for her, she’d hush. His control was stretched way too thin. It would be so easy for him to go out there and take her, to fill her pussy with his cock until she begged him to stop. Even then he wasn’t sure it would be enough.

  God, his whole body hurt. There was no just letting it go this time. He would have to find some release. He narrowed his eyes in thought. “Or maybe not.”

  He opened the door and yelled. “Jacquelyn, come here.”

  “Why?” she asked hesitantly from the terrace.

  “Woman, are you seriously asking me why?” he growled. “Get your ass in here. Now.”

  He shut the door and began to disrobe. He wondered how long it would take her to come in here. He was sure she would be slow, determined to not give in too easily.

  He smiled slightly. She was becoming so easy to read.

  He turned the water on in the shower and waited for it to heat up. The door behind him opened, and he turned to see Jacquelyn standing in the opening, watching him warily. Her gaze moved down his body and came to rest at his engorged cock. She visibly swallowed and brought her gaze back to his.

  “Take the dress off,” he commanded.