Hawk's Slave (3 page)

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Opal felt his eyes on her. What was he waiting for? He’d already strung her up like a piece of meat. There was no reason to hesitate outside the door. As if he’d read her mind, the pleasure chamber hatch slid open.

“Here to admire your handiwork?” She stretched, arching her back sensually, making sure to hold the pose.

She heard Hawk’s swift intake of breath and had to keep from smiling. He might’ve thought bringing her to the pleasure chamber to seduce her would be easier, but Opal was determined to turn the tables on him. She wouldn’t be the one being seduced. He would.

The Slaver entered the room. His presence seemed to fill the space and automatically raise the temperature. Opal felt his hot gaze stroke her naked form. Despite her resolve, gooseflesh rose on her skin and her nipples puckered.

Hawk closed the door behind him and locked it. “I don’t want us to be disturbed.”

Like there was a chance of that happening. He’d probably already given his crew orders to stay away.

This was the first time that Opal had been alone with him since she’d been betrayed and imprisoned. It was more disturbing than she’d anticipated.

He glanced at her and his gold gaze warmed.

“Like what you see, Slaver?” she asked.

Hawk didn’t answer. Instead, he walked deeper into the room and began examining the various instruments. He placed some on a small table and put others into hidden hatches. His movements were unhurried, thoughtful and irritating.

“Why am I here?” Opal snarled. “Am I to be prepared for market? Do you plan to sell me on Farn?" she asked.

His dark head came up and he looked at her with those piercing gold eyes. “Where did you hear that?” he asked.

“There’s nothing to do but listen when you’re locked in a cage.” She glared at him.

For a monster, he was magnificent looking. Opal had thought so the moment she’d laid eyes on him. Some of the most dangerous things in the galaxy were the most beautiful. She needed to remember that when dealing with this man.

“Is that what you want?” he asked.

“I didn't think slaves' opinions mattered to Slavers,” she said.

Hawk lifted a particularly intimidating phallus off the shelf and held it up to the light. His sensual mouth canted into a cruel smile. That mouth seemed to haunt her dreams.

“They don't," he said.

“So you asked in order to toy with me?” She yanked on the chains again. They groaned but refused to budge.

Hawk’s grin widened as he stroked the thick phallus in his fist. “You'll know when I begin to toy with you, Little Cat,” he said. He brought the phallus over to where she hung and used it to softly stroke her nipples.

They crinkled even more and began to ache. “You’ll pay for this,” Opal hissed.

“I have no doubt that’s what you think,” he said, ignoring her threat. “But we both know that’s not going to happen.” He circled her breasts until she shivered with desire.

“What’s the matter?” he asked. “Cat got your tongue? Perhaps I can pry your mouth open with this.” Hawk used the phallus to caress her abdomen.

Opal’s entire body quivered. Would he take it lower? Would it go where she needed it most?

Hawk’s golden gaze turned molten as he followed the phallus’ progress over her taut skin. He seemed especially fascinated by the curls covering her mons.

“This is not a war that you can win,” he murmured.

Her eyes narrowed. “You’ve never seen me fight,” she snapped.

“Oh, but I have,” he said. “Remember?”

Opal’s lip curled and her gaze dropped.

Hawk continued to torment her flesh until she writhed in frustration. “Soon you will understand who owns you,” he said.

Opal rolled her head to look at him. “No one owns me.”

“We’ll see,” he said. “Seek.” Hawk released the phallus.

Instead of falling to the ground, the shaft-shaped object appeared to float on air. What was happening? Before the question could be uttered aloud, the phallus descended rapidly.

Opal watched in horror as it headed toward her entrance. “What’s it doing?” she asked, both frightened and oddly aroused.

“You obviously need incentive to see things my why,” he said, staring raptly at the zealous machine. “Let this be your first lesson.”

“Get it away from me,” she shouted. Opal tried to close her legs, but it was impossible with the chains holding them open.

The phallus burrowed through her crisp curls, its cylindrical motion vibrating the sensitive nerves as it sought her entrance.

Her hips bucked, but there was no dissuading it from its set course.

The thick phallus found her moist opening and began to slowly screw itself inside of her.

Opal groaned as pleasure struck. “Get it out of me!” she gasped and glared at Hawk.

The front of his pants bulged dangerously as he watched her being impaled. His breath was coming out in deep bellows, but he didn’t move.

“Bastard!” Opal spat, then threw her head back and bit her lip. “Make it stop!”

Now that it was inside her, she wanted it to finish the job. Already it stroked the tiny ribs in her channel, stimulating them with its boring motion. Opal just needed it to go a little deeper, but there was no way she’d give Hawk the satisfaction by telling him so.

The phallus had made burrowed halfway inside her and showed no signs of stopping, when Hawk grabbed it. “Enough,” he said and it instantly stopped.

Opal nearly screamed in frustration. The only thing keeping her silent was the pleased look on his handsome face.

Hawk pulled the phallus out of her slowly, making sure she felt every inch of it. He held it up so she could see it. “It’s wet.” His tongue snaked out of his mouth and he licked the base of the phallus. Hawk’s eyelids fluttered and something that sounded a lot like a purr rumbled out of his broad chest. “Looks like you enjoyed it despite your protests.”

Opal couldn’t seem to catch her breath. Her loud gasps filled the silence and her body ached with burning need. If she could just reach down and stroke herself once, she’d climax. The chains clanged as she moved her arm.

Hawk fondled the soft down between her thighs but made sure not to touch her where she needed it most. “No doubt you’re feeling frustrated. It’s to be expected.” He pet her some more. “I am the captain of this ship. You are mine. I, and I alone, will decide when you receive pleasure. The sooner you accept this, the easier things will be for you.”

Opal hissed at him.

Hawk laughed. “I’d hoped you want it the hard way.” He grinned, then pressed a button underneath the table. “I do so enjoy this room.”

A drawer popped open and Hawk reached inside. His wide shoulders blocked her view of what he retrieved. He shut the drawer and he walked over to a panel on the wall. Hawk touched a series of screens.

Suddenly, part of the wall behind Opal dropped into the floor. She was still chained, but now there was nothing behind her back.

Hawk turned, giving Opal her first glimpse of the object in his hands. The blood drained from her face as she stared at the flogger.

“I will not tolerate disobedience.” Hawk ran the long cattails over his palm, then moved behind her, out of Opal’s sight.

She yanked on the chains, but there would be no escape. Despite the fear pounding in her veins, Opal’s body flushed in anticipation.

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Hawk stared at the round fullness of her ass and his hands clenched. He wanted to stroke her from head to toe and bury his face in her juices, but she wasn’t ready yet. He’d nearly spent himself when he’d tasted her on the phallus.

Goddess, she was sweet and tangy and perfect. Her long legs shifted as she tried to crane her neck to see what he was doing.

He brushed the flogger over her thighs and watched her flesh pucker. Her scent grew richer, moister, more enticing. His Little Cat was turned on, despite her protests.

Hawk had tamed a lot of women in here, but none like this one. He didn’t want to break her. He wanted to keep her spirit intact, but he couldn’t allow her to disobey him.

“I will not tolerate disobedience,” he said. “Every time you disobey me, you will be punished.” Hawk flicked his wrist and the flogger’s cattails sailed through the air. They struck her firm bottom, leaving a delicious red stripe behind.

Opal hissed and her legs strained.

Hawk ran the flogger over her lower back, then struck again. Her fair skin grew even pinker.

This time she whimpered.

He clenched his jaw to keep from moaning aloud and continued to whip her. By the time Hawk was done, Opal was writhing from a mixture of pleasure and pain. He put the flogger back, then examined his work.

Opal’s nipples were tight kernels on her chest and moisture glistened between her legs. Her lithe body trembled as she teetered on the verge of climax.

“You’re dead,” she snarled as their gazes met and wills clashed.

Hawk flashed his sharp white teeth, pleased by the progress he’d made. “And you’re mine.”

He walked over to the door and pressed his hand against the lock. It slid open silently. Hawk looked back at Opal before he stepped out of the room.

“I suggest you get used to the idea,” he said.

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Opal’s body thrummed with the need for release. She couldn’t believe he’d just left her here like this. Her bottom burned from the spanking, but she wasn’t in pain. At least not real pain. She growled in frustration. She just needed... Opal wiggled, but it was no use. She couldn’t hit the right spot without help—without Hawk.

She curled her hands into fists. The evil bastard had done this on purpose. Opal wasn’t sure what Hawk had planned until now. She’d expected him to come in and play with her, then give into his baser instincts, but he hadn’t.

Instead, he’d toyed with her body. Played it against her, until she was ready to beg him for release. Opal shuddered. Damn him! She knew this was only the beginning.

How long would he keep this up? How long could she?

Opal didn’t like the answer that flitted into her mind. At this rate, she wouldn’t make it a week. She had to do something to distract him, but what?

She scanned the room, looking for an answer. The devices in here were made to torture women, but some could be used on a man. Opal pictured the bewitched phallus impaling Hawk and laughed.

No way would he allow himself to be dominated. Not even by an enchanted shaft. She’d have to think of something else.

Opal recalled the look on his face, when he’d licked her juices from the phallus’ base. He’d been in ecstasy. Perhaps that was the answer. Maybe she could tempt him to partake. Get him to lose control without losing herself in the process.

She cursed under her breath. “Then what?” she muttered. She’d still be chained to the wall.

There had to be something she could do. Opal refused to believe that she was defeated.

* * * * *

Hawk stared at the viewer screen, watching his Little Cat snarl and hiss. Her body was still flushed with arousal and would be for another hour or so.

He reclined on his rest pad and put a hand behind his head. Hawk could still taste her juices on his tongue and her rich musk still filled his lungs. If he hadn’t known it would destroy his plans, he would’ve dropped his trousers on the spot and impaled her on his hard shaft.

She’d been so ready that for a moment he’d expected Opal to beg. But he should’ve known better. His Little Cat wasn’t about to give in that easily.

Hawk grinned. He’d enjoyed turning her firm flesh bright pink. The extra blood had only increased her arousal. He was surprised the delicious scent hadn’t drawn some of his crew.

Fallon was particularly susceptible to a woman’s pheromones. Just the thought of one of his men sneaking into her chamber had Hawk’s blood boiling. She was his.

He glanced at the screen again. Opal’s head came up and she glared directly at the camera. Hawk was reminded again how she always knew when he was watching her.

Hawk opened the flap on the front of his pants and pulled out his engorged shaft. He wrapped his fist around his thick length and stared at his Little Cat. He began to stroke, watching her while he pleasured himself. It should be her hand around his shaft, not his. Hawk tightened his grip and increased his speed.

He wanted her lips wrapped around him, her tongue laving his length. He felt his muscles constrict and he stroked faster. Hawk wanted to bury himself so deep inside of her that she’d never get him out.

Hawk pictured the moisture dripping between Opal’s thighs. His lungs seized and his shaft pulsed. He clenched his jaw and grunted as his seed spilled onto his abdomen. He glanced down in disgust, then his head dropped back onto the pillows.

Why was he punishing himself this way? He could go down to the containment units and pick out any female. Most would be more than happy to join with him.

He glared at the dark-haired woman on the screen. It was her fault. Ever since Opal had arrived on his ship, Hawk hadn’t wanted another. If he were any other man, he’d be worried, but Hawk wasn’t just a man. He was a feline. And felines by nature were unpredictable.

Tomorrow, Opal would learn that firsthand. Hawk took one last look at her, then shut the viewer and grabbed a cloth to clean himself off. When he was done, he pressed a button on the side of his rest pad.

Fallon’s flushed face appeared on a small screen. The pupils in his yellow eyes were enlarged and he’d capped the tips of his horns. “Captain?”

Hawk stared at him a moment, then recalled why he’d contacted him. “I don’t want anyone near the pleasure chamber,” he said. “That’s an order.”

Fallon dipped his horned head. “I’ll inform the crew.”

“And Fallon,” Hawk said, before he could disconnect.

“Yes, Captain?”

“That means you, too,” he said.

“Aye,” he said. “I know better than to go anywhere near that female.”

A naked woman walked behind his First on the screen.

“Sorry I interrupted,” Hawk said.

Fallon smiled and caressed one of his horns. “No problem. We hadn’t started yet,” he said. “I’ll make sure the crew receives your latest orders, before...”