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Authors: H.C. Brown
Tags: Sci-Fi, submission, domination, futuristic, Cyborgs, dom, sub, Noble Romance Publishing, H.C. Brown, Futuristic Paranormal Erotic Romance
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thoughts . I can't die of pleasure, can I? He withdrew and gazed at the twitching assholes, glossy with his seed. He staggered to his feet, stumbled to the washbasin, and cleaned off the traces of sex. He pushed his cocks back inside his pants and went back to his subs. The scent of sex hung heavy in the air, so damn arousing. If he stayed here, he would want them again. "Relax. You may remove your blindfolds. You pleased your master."
He looked at Dominic's kiss-swollen lips, eyed the subs' bellies, glossy with cum.
His own seed ran down their legs and glistened in the candlelight. "Did your master satisfy you?"
"Yes, master." Dominic dropped his gaze.
"Most certainly, master," Lee said.
Jace folded his arms across his chest. "Then collect your stuff; you may leave."
With a wide grin, he watched them slip from the room and run down the hall toward the subs' showers. He accessed his AI. "Connect me to Fane, Mind Speak. Hey man I'm in heaven."
"Sweet. I'll buy you a beer to celebrate."
* * * * *
Even after two long days, Tamara could not get Fane out of her mind. Alone in her bedroom, she brought his leather jacket up to her nose and inhaled. Her face heated.
She did not intend to return his coat. The man had burned his image in her brain. She sat on the edge of the bed and pushed the hair off her face. Sleep eluded her. God, she could still taste him and feel the swipe of his tongue across her lips. A man like Fane would satisfy her burning, sexual need, but she would soon tire of his gentleness. That just would not be fair—to him. The poor man had suffered enough. Jesus, how could the government do that to a man? He must have been so damn lonely to confide in her.
There was no way she intended to add the false hope of a normal relationship to his lot.
The memory of his gaze flashed into her mind. The man wanted love, and his instinct was to protect her— not flog her bare ass. She shook her head to clear her mind.
Tonight, she would go to Whips, and this time, she would submit fully to a dom and stop messing around. She needed pleasure-pain sex. An arrogant, demanding dom would rid her mind of Fane Jacobs.
* * * * *
Fane leaned against the wall opposite Tamara's office. Blocking out the noise of the busy street, he zoomed in and watched her chatting with the receptionist. She looked fine, dressed in a figure-hugging blue jacket and skirt, her hair swept off her face. The way her full breasts brushed against the white silk blouse made his mouth water. He would make his move soon and accidently bump into her on the way to lunch. A check of her account told him she always went to the same small café on the next block. He smiled to himself. She had kept his pheromone-soaked jacket. This was a good sign. Keeping away from him must be killing her.
He squared his shoulders. He'd give her one more shot. Yes, she was his dream girl, but he'd be damned if he'd stalk her, or worse, beg for a date. If she refused him—
again—he would walk away. He remembered the feel of her in his arms, her response to his kiss. The look in her eyes told him she found him attractive before the aphrodisiac saliva came into play. Hell, he had no doubt she wanted him. He had smelled her intoxicating, feminine arousal. The thought of losing the chance to get to know her made his heart ache. Perhaps his enhancements had frightened her away. If he recalled correctly, the knowledge of his two cocks had made her nipples harden. If she gave him a chance, he could act like a normal man and not a dom. He would forgo his personal preferences to have her in his life. Then again, after getting to know him, she might enjoy having her delicious, round bottom spanked.
A long, black hovercar glided into a space in front of the doctor's surgery. Two men alighted and walked into the office. Out of interest, Fane examined the unusual vehicle. Most hovercars of this time were compact, but this one had a reinforced shell, and the windows were two
He looked at Dominic's kiss-swollen lips, eyed the subs' bellies, glossy with cum.
His own seed ran down their legs and glistened in the candlelight. "Did your master satisfy you?"
"Yes, master." Dominic dropped his gaze.
"Most certainly, master," Lee said.
Jace folded his arms across his chest. "Then collect your stuff; you may leave."
With a wide grin, he watched them slip from the room and run down the hall toward the subs' showers. He accessed his AI. "Connect me to Fane, Mind Speak. Hey man I'm in heaven."
"Sweet. I'll buy you a beer to celebrate."
* * * * *
Even after two long days, Tamara could not get Fane out of her mind. Alone in her bedroom, she brought his leather jacket up to her nose and inhaled. Her face heated.
She did not intend to return his coat. The man had burned his image in her brain. She sat on the edge of the bed and pushed the hair off her face. Sleep eluded her. God, she could still taste him and feel the swipe of his tongue across her lips. A man like Fane would satisfy her burning, sexual need, but she would soon tire of his gentleness. That just would not be fair—to him. The poor man had suffered enough. Jesus, how could the government do that to a man? He must have been so damn lonely to confide in her.
There was no way she intended to add the false hope of a normal relationship to his lot.
The memory of his gaze flashed into her mind. The man wanted love, and his instinct was to protect her— not flog her bare ass. She shook her head to clear her mind.
Tonight, she would go to Whips, and this time, she would submit fully to a dom and stop messing around. She needed pleasure-pain sex. An arrogant, demanding dom would rid her mind of Fane Jacobs.
* * * * *
Fane leaned against the wall opposite Tamara's office. Blocking out the noise of the busy street, he zoomed in and watched her chatting with the receptionist. She looked fine, dressed in a figure-hugging blue jacket and skirt, her hair swept off her face. The way her full breasts brushed against the white silk blouse made his mouth water. He would make his move soon and accidently bump into her on the way to lunch. A check of her account told him she always went to the same small café on the next block. He smiled to himself. She had kept his pheromone-soaked jacket. This was a good sign. Keeping away from him must be killing her.
He squared his shoulders. He'd give her one more shot. Yes, she was his dream girl, but he'd be damned if he'd stalk her, or worse, beg for a date. If she refused him—
again—he would walk away. He remembered the feel of her in his arms, her response to his kiss. The look in her eyes told him she found him attractive before the aphrodisiac saliva came into play. Hell, he had no doubt she wanted him. He had smelled her intoxicating, feminine arousal. The thought of losing the chance to get to know her made his heart ache. Perhaps his enhancements had frightened her away. If he recalled correctly, the knowledge of his two cocks had made her nipples harden. If she gave him a chance, he could act like a normal man and not a dom. He would forgo his personal preferences to have her in his life. Then again, after getting to know him, she might enjoy having her delicious, round bottom spanked.
A long, black hovercar glided into a space in front of the doctor's surgery. Two men alighted and walked into the office. Out of interest, Fane examined the unusual vehicle. Most hovercars of this time were compact, but this one had a reinforced shell, and the windows were two
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