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“Let me think about it,” he told Dal at last. “I have some unfinished business to attend to first.”
“I see.” Dal’s muddy compound eyes appeared to be looking over his shoulder. “Like your little slave girl.”
“Like my what?” Pierce turned to look in the direction Dal’s eyes were pointed and his own eyes widened in surprise. Leita was standing framed in the doorway of the Jaunter’s command center wearing that same little outfit that emphasized her plump pink nipples and the wet center of her sex. As he watched, she took a deep breath, thrusting her breasts out in an unmistakable come-on that had his cock hardening like a bar of lead in his pants in no time flat.
“Your slave girl,” Dal said from the monitor. “This is the one you wanted information to find, I presume?”
“Uh…” Pierce found himself wholly unable to tear his gaze from the tantalizing sight of Leita’s nearly nude body. It was that damn outfit—it poleaxed him every time he saw it! “Yeah,” he managed to say at last, responding to Dal’s question. “She’s the one but she’s not my—”
“I’m here to pleasure you, Master,” Leita interrupted him in a low, purring voice. “How shall I begin?” Without warning she dropped to the floor and began crawling toward him on all fours, as graceful as a cat.
“How should you what?” Pierce felt as if his brain was frozen but other parts of his body were on fire. Like his cock, which was throbbing at the sight of her full breasts hanging down like ripe fruit and the smooth curve of her ass, accented by the tiny red straps. Her nipples looked achingly hard and he longed to suck them into his mouth again as he had at the slave gallery. Longed to touch her beautiful body, to stroke her skin and finger her sweet wet cunt until she came for him again and again.
“How should I pleasure you, Master?” Leita purred, as though it was the most normal question in the world. “Would you prefer to stroke my breasts? Or…” She looked up at him from under her thick lashes. “Should I suck your cock?”
Pierce felt like the top of his head might explode. Holy Goddess, he’d known that Leita had a kinky side to her—he knew that she liked to be tied up and teased. But he’d never guessed she had an aggressive side as well. Watching her crawl across the floor on all fours talking about sucking his cock was nothing he’d ever pictured her doing. But damn if it wasn’t the hottest thing he’d ever seen. Come to think of it, the top of his head wasn’t the only part of his anatomy that felt close to exploding.
“I am intruding.” Dal’s voice sounded far away and tinny coming from the monitor. “Pierce, call me later if you wish to discuss my offer.”
“I, uh, sure,” Pierce managed to mutter, his eyes still glued on Leita as she crawled sinuously across the room to insinuate herself between his thighs. “I’ll do that, Dal.”
“Very well.” There was a hiss of static and the monitor went dead. Pierce didn’t even bother to look. His entire attention was fixed on the mostly naked girl between his legs with her full breasts and hard nipples brushing against his crotch.
“Leita?” he managed to croak, but his only answer was a sly little smile. Then he heard the snap of the magno-tabs at the crotch of his pants being unfastened and suddenly she had his cock out in the open. Pierce watched, mesmerized, as she stroked his aching shaft with her small, soft hand.
“Does my Master wish me to suck his cock?” she asked softly, leaning forward to rub his heated length against her soft cheek.
“I…Leita, you don’t have to…” Goddess, if only her skin wasn’t so soft, if only she wasn’t so damn gorgeous kneeling there at his feet and her touch didn’t feel so good… It made it damn near impossible to think.
“I want to.” She looked up at him for a moment, her big brown eyes serious and hot at the same time. “Don’t you want me to?” Without waiting for an answer, she leaned forward and took the head of his cock into her mouth, enveloping his throbbing flesh in her warm wet heat and making Pierce clench his hands into fists at his side.
“Goddess, honey,” he choked as she took him deeper, sucking and lapping gently at his aching shaft. “That feels amazing.”
“Mmm,” she hummed softly in obvious pleasure at his enjoyment of the act. Pierce dared to unclench his hands and stroke her hair gently while she concentrated on taking more of his thick shaft down her throat. Her mouth was hot and wet and wonderful but even more arousing was the sight of her on her knees before him, her cheeks flushed with arousal and her silky hair trailing over his thighs, sucking and licking him. He didn’t know why she was doing this and he didn’t care—from the moment he’d walked into the slave gallery and saw her on her knees with her breasts and pussy exposed, he’d wanted only one thing—to claim her, to own her, to take her again.
