Free His Pleasure Mistress by Ann Jacobs Page B

the leather cock restraint on him because none of your metal cages would contain him.”
    That particular leather and metal device was known as a Gates of Hell. “That’s fine.” Star pictured the cock and balls she recalled so vividly, and was not surprised that even the largest of her new steel cages wouldn’t handle them.
    “I warmed the anal probe for you.” Brendan strode to her, his soft cock swinging between his legs as he crossed the room.
    “You don’t want to wear one tonight?” Usually Brendan did, and even now he sometimes got a hint of an erection after inserting it.
    Brendan glanced down at his limp cock and shrugged. “I am wearing one. I inserted it a few minutes ago. It doesn’t seem to have the effect it used to.”
    “That’s all right.” Brendan was better used for sucking cock than he was for fucking her clients. After a few months without the testosterone patch his body had rejected, his libido had died. “Come on, we mustn’t keep our client waiting. Put the probe in me.” Bending, she spread her ass cheeks so he could insert and inflate the device that would transmit her erotic impulses to her client.
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    He was at her mercy, this powerful Earthling warrior who’d haunted her dreams, made her wish for sex that meant more than release. Made her wish for a Master, not just for a night, but for always. She banished that thought from her mind, as it was for something she could never have. After all, she had freely chosen her path as a pleasure-giver.
    Not that Star regretted it. What she earned in her trade kept her small family in comfort back home and provided sustenance for a score of her countrymen. Star strode into the dungeon, her attention now focused on Giles Oberon.
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    She reminded herself again that, although he’d sired her daughter during their prior encounter two winter solstices ago, a client was all he could ever be.
    As she expected, Brendan had prepared him well. Laid out and securely bound, facedown on a gleaming metal fucking frame, Giles was magnificently naked. As before, he was totally devoid of hair. She wished Brendan hadn’t already oiled him from the top of his head to the tips of his toes because she longed to put her hands on him, feel his taut muscles playing beneath the gleaming surface of his skin.
    But he was a gorgeous sight, with satiny, bronzed skin that glistened, reflecting multicolored light from strobe lights suspended from the dungeon ceiling. So beautiful.
    And so helpless, though his muscles rippled as he strained against his bonds.
    She stared at the mirror beneath the frame, and her cunt contracted at the sight of his massive cock with its heavy gold ring, the snug black leather straps that bit into the rigid shaft and his smooth, round ball sac. Her mouth watered to suck his big balls, swallow his cock and taste his essence. She desperately wanted him in her, fucking her, spurting his hot, creamy release into her aching cunt.
    But she had to play the role she’d chosen years ago when she’d exchanged her personal freedom for her people’s means of survival. While she picked up the long, fat butt plug that held an electronic impulse receiver and lubricated it heavily with a fragrant aphrodisiac from Mars, Brendan moved beneath the frame, took Giles’ cock in his mouth, and began to suck it as was the eunuch’s role in this sexual vignette.
    She took the plug and rubbed it between Giles’ ass cheeks. “Welcome, and happy solstice to you. It’s a pity I have but one eunuch for you today,” she murmured silkily, breaking into the familiar script as Giles bucked helplessly under her and Brendan’s dual assault. Her voice stern, she ordered, “Open for me.”
    “No.” His buttocks tightened as though to keep out the plug when she began to work it around the crinkled opening to his anus.
    She slapped his ass smartly with one hand, using more pressure on the plug to nudge him to let her in. “Yes. In