Some like it Hot

Women of Steel: Some Like It Hot Camille Anthony All rights reserved.

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Chapter One “Thank you, gentlehom and gentlefem officers, I believe that will be all.” “Madam, are you sure you wouldn’t like me to procure you a beverage?” “I am in need of nothing, thank you. Maneuvers are over for the day. Consider yourselves off-duty.” Thalassic Harmon, Brigadier General and supreme commander of Earth’s Planetary Repulsion Force, sidled into her offices and gently closed the door on the anxious faces of her aides. She held her breath until she heard them moving away and then breathed a thankful sigh. Those two were worse than nursemaids. Toeing off her running shoes and stripping off her thick military-issue socks, she closed her eyes and bit back a whimper at the sheer relief of letting her sweaty feet free. Placing one hand flat on her desk, she bent over to gingerly probe the sore spot on her foot. She’d known better than to jog in new shoes and had no one else to blame for the painful blister on her left heel. She was tired to her bones. Today she was feeling her age and that last stretch of track had been agonizing. She almost welcomed the pain for it helped to take her mind off her worries. Here in her office, behind closed doors and away from the ever watchful eyes of her aides, she could give her emotions free rein. Thalassic had spent what seemed like eons pondering the possible ramifications that would definitely ensue once the topsecret communiqué about the whereabouts of her daughter, Daiquiri, became public knowledge. Knowing the penchant for gossip the normal run of office staffers had, she was shocked there’d been no leak regarding the information she’d received so many months before.

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Consisting of only two lines, the message refused to be shunted away and ignored. On the contrary, it was burned into her memory. Lead Scarth vessel initiated verbal contact at 0200 hours, 23-03-2305. Voice identification of General Daiquiri Harmon verified at 100%. After more than five years missing in action, Thalassic finally had word of her daughter Daiquiri. Instead of being able to rejoice, she found herself in the unenviable position of having to determine if her child had betrayed her home planet. Frozen Daiquiri Harmon, her first-born daughter -- the one child that took after her more than all the others -- the beginning of her strength… was present on board the lead Scarth ship that headed a vast armada of death -- an armada heading for Earth, steering a course that would bring two worlds into clashing conflict. What was Daiquiri to the Scarth… prisoner and victim, or traitor and accomplice? A disheartened sigh lifted her chest. Martini had been faced with this exact question months ago and Thalassic wished, now, she had been more compassionate in her response to her youngest daughter. To be hoist on her own petard like this was not the most comfortable feeling in the world. Added to her present pain and increasing burdens was the fear her unyielding stance had somehow contributed to the stresses and strains that had cost her daughter the lives of her unborn children. Barely three months into her pregnancy, right after her controversial marriage to Denzel Wattana -- which Thalassic had vehemently opposed -- Martini fell and suffered a massive hemorrhage that resulted in a miscarriage. She lost her twins. Few knew she’d been running from Thalassic, upset and angry at her mother’s biting comments on what was expected of an Amazon warrior. Looking back, Thalassic wished she’d had the courage to simply accept Martini’s open avowal of her chosen lifestyle. Instead, fearful of her secret passions being brought to the limelight, she’d struck out. Their situations were too similar. Unlike Marti’s bold,

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I’ll-do-what-I-want-and-damn-anyone else’s-opinion stance, she had never been able to admit she loved being controlled in the bedroom. All of a sudden, Thalassic couldn’t wait to get home. She needed Darvic. Only he could help her regain her lost focus, sharpen her resolve. He, more than anyone else, knew what she needed in order to retain her sanity… Straightening her spine with new determination, the brigadier general moved over to her desk and depressed a button. “Yes, sir!” “Curt, have my flitter brought around. I’m going to call it a day and go home early.” The silence at the other end of the intercom had a shocked quality to it. “I’ll see to it right away, sir! Er… General… there’s no problem, is there? Are you feeling ill?” The shaky voice that finally answered caused her to tighten her lips to repress a smile. “No more problems than usual, Corporal. And no, I’m not ill. I’ve simply decided to use some of my mountainous comp-time and go home early. If a situation should arise, I can always be reached at the Harmon Compound.” “Very well, sir.” The corporal sounded relieved. Her finger lifting off the button and cutting off the conversation with her personal aide, Thalassic sat at her desk and picked up her personal mobile communicator. She touched the raised pad that connected her directly to her consort. “Darvic, here.” At the sound of his gruff voice, Thalassic felt her very bones melting as all the tensions of the day drained away. Her pussy wept, dampening her military-issue panties as anticipation rose within. “I’m coming home early.” The video cut in and she gazed into the face of her long-time lover and consort. His shaggy white-blond hair, pulled into a haphazard ponytail and held by a strip of unadorned kraken hide, revealed his beloved features. Baltic blue eyes stared out at her

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from a face craggy and austere, carved in the stark lines of his Viking forbears. Those ancient warriors had passed their strength of character down to their descendant. Darvic’s wide mouth smiled at her from the video console. “How early is early?” Thalassic shivered under the steady heated gaze of her life companion. “I’m leaving now… as soon as we disconnect.” Bold blue eyes brightened with lust and that something else that had kept them together for more than twenty-five years. “I’ll be ready for you.” He frowned, eyes roaming over her with more attention. “You look… rundown.” She swallowed. “I’m tired and worried. I need something to take my mind off the situations here at work.” The blue of his eyes lit up. “I can do that for you. Come home, Thalassic. Come to me.” The brigadier general straightened her tired shoulders. “You are home for me, Darvic. You always have been. I’ll see you soon.”

Chapter Two Darvic Gunderssen -- Martini Harmon’s father and Thalassic’s longtime consort ­ - knew Thalassic better than she knew herself. And he was worried… He hustled about the compound, readying everything for her arrival. As he informed the cook exactly what would be required, he thought about what her leaving early could mean. Thalassic never cut short her working hours. In fact, he sometimes thought they had re-invented the term workaholic just for her. His Lassi never quit, never drew back in the face of adversity. That she was coming home in the middle of the afternoon told him more about her state of mind than a doctor’s report could have. If the general had called it a day, his woman was in dire need of him. She’d expect him to take care of her in the way only he could. Most people considered General Thalassic Harmon to be the ultimate warrior, the post-Martian savior of the Earth, but Darvic knew the woman behind the hype. In order to serve her planet, his Lassi had sacrificed much. He knew the tears she’d shed over her daughters, wishing for a closer relationship with them, wishing she hadn’t had to be absent for so much of their lives. Unlike normal mothers, she hadn’t had the time to be the soft nurturer most little girls craved. To the world, she was perfect and strong, needing no one and nothing. The world couldn’t be more wrong. Only Darvic knew the woman behind the icon. He alone knew the lust to submit that burned inside his woman. Like their daughter Marti, Thalassic was an Amazon with the heart of a houri. She should have been born a pleasure slave such as those on the planet Riddion, but fate had seen fit to place her in a family of soldiers and modern day warriors.

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Perhaps fate knew best, Darvic mused, fluffing the cushions of the sofa. He believed Earth never could have withstood that first Scarth incursion without her. The sheer strength of her personality had drawn world leaders into a cohesive team that had met the aliens head on and beat them back. Humming, he retrieved the wrist cuffs, chains and clips from the storage chest and laid them out on the shelf. The rest of her toiletries he placed on the sink in the bathroom, along with the special oils he’d ordered made for their enjoyment. Her room ready, Darvic went to his private chambers and stripped. Stepping into the sonic shower, he cleansed every inch of his body, carefully removing all traces of pubic hair. Giving special attention to his straining cock, he pulled back the foreskin and thoroughly washed the glans. The tiny slit in the head leaked pre-cum and he chuckled at his lack of control. After all these years, he still leapt to attention at just the thought of his woman. A glance at the wall chrono had Darvic hastening his ablutions. He washed and dried his unruly waist-length hair, tying the blond mass back in a simple leather ribbon. Pulling on a clean pair of loose cotton pants and leaving the drawstring untightened, he returned to Lassi’s chambers where he retrieved a velvet-lined cock ring. Sliding it down his stiff length, he locked it tightly in place at the base of his penis. His balls tingled, protesting the restriction. He ignored the sensation, knowing he’d soon have need of the ring’s gift of restraint. Thalassic needed multiple orgasms and he’d need staying power. Satisfied that all was as it should be, Darvic stuffed his rigid cock in his pants and went to dismiss all the other males to their separate domiciles. He would be the only one serving Thalassic this day.

Chapter Three I can’t go on like this… Thalassic closed her eyes and rested her head against the cushion of the flitter’s pilot seat, content to let the autopilot wing her homeward. They think I don’t hear them buzzing in corners, speculating on what my daughter has been doing all these years… She shifted on the seat, her thoughts making her uncomfortable. Without opening her eyes, she ordered the flitter to darken the panes of Plexiglas, shielding her from any curious passersby. They expect me to pass judgment on her, forgetting or ignoring the fact that she is my daughter, my baby. Hands clenched in a tight ball, the general shook her head no. She wouldn’t do it! She didn’t give a rat’s ass what Daiquiri had done during her years of captivity. She’d survived. Right now, that’s all Thalassic cared about. As for those who expected her to hold a court-martial and sit in judgment -- she would resign before that came to pass. She was more than a general, damn it. She was a mother… Jerking upright, Thalassic pressed her hand to her pounding heart. Her pulse thrummed erratically, thudding hard at temple and wrists. Her mouth opened and she gulped air, frantic to breathe, to calm down enough to let her body function as it should. Matrix unwinding, I’m losing it. I’ll have to do the right thing, the honorable thing in Daiquiri’s situation, despite my personal wishes. If I quit and let someone else sit in judgment over her, there’s no guarantee I’ll be in place if she really needs my help, but if the facts prove her a traitor, how will I avoid having to condemn her?

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Gradually, she won over the panic attack. Using the methods Darvic had taught her, she brought her racing pulse under control and slowly regained her stolen breath. “Computer, elevate to military cruising level and increase speed by forty-five percent.” Compliance. Stiff and tense, she sat at the controls, gazing out the windshield. Even when the robotic brain of the flitter took over and zoomed the little transport into the slipstream of faster traffic she couldn’t relax. Like a bat out of hell or a homing pigeon on crack, she mentally urged her transport to race faster toward her safety valve, Darvic. I have to get home to him… only he can help me! “Darvic.” Thalassic’s hands unclenched and her spine relaxed. She slumped against the cushions and let her head loll to the side. Just saying his name brought peace and calm to her jangled nerves. Ever since he’d first come to her notice during her darkest time, it had been like that between them. They’d met just after the death of Wellen, her first formal consort -- the father of Daiquiri and Tequila. She’d been hurting, confused and lost. He’d been living in a friend’s harem, a minor consort in disfavor. He had taken over the care of her two daughters, impressing her with how he took time to soothe their confusion and grief. By the end of the three week visit, Daiquiri, Tequila and Darvic had become so attached she couldn’t bring herself to separate them. Of course, the major influence on her decision to accept him as a possible consort hadn’t been just his good relationship with her children. Thalassic clenched her thighs as the memories flooded her mind, sensitizing her flesh. All these years later, they still had the power to heat her from the inside out. He’d come to her a week into the visit, knocking on her bedroom door in the still of the night. She’d opened the door, expecting a servo with a late-night tray, and found a Viking standing there, broad shoulders and torso bare, lean hips swathed in a damp towel. His small puckered nipples and deep-set bellybutton had winked at her through swirls of pale hair so light it shone in the dim light of the hallway.

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Wordlessly, she’d backed up, allowing him to enter the room. The chamber’s dimensions seemed to shrink as his presence dominated the once spacious area. With a sense of inevitability, she allowed herself to succumb to the curiosity of lust. What would it be like to lie with him? How would he touch her? Would he be soft and gentle? What would his mouth feel like on hers? Would his kiss be tentative or rough and abrasive? They didn’t speak; never spoke the entire time he stayed with her that night. Their hands spoke -- wandered in soundless joy along firm flesh, the hills and valleys, encountering an unexpected delight. Their eyes spoke -- clung and held, communicated in the age-old language of lovers on a voyage of discovery. Until, finally, their mouths met and melded, lips and tongues twined together, mimicking the act their bodies longed for. They fell together onto the bed. He started out on the bottom, but to her shock, quickly twisted, rising above her. He dragged her unresisting body under his and with impatient hands, palmed her breasts, pinching and tugging on her turgid nipples. A fireball of passion and light exploded in her, raced to her womb and then out to the tight bundle of nerves straining at the apex of her labia. Body bowing under the sensual onslaught, Thalassic keened as the overwhelming sensations swept over her. Sex with Darvic had been nothing like what she’d shared with Wellen. Raised in an Amazonian household, the son and brother of traditional warriors, her late consort would never have dreamed of claiming the dominant position. Darvic not only claimed the ascension, he refused to allow her the smallest freedom of movement. Large body forcing her legs open, large hands clasping her wrists, he’d rubbed his body against her reaching nipples, his hair rasping at the over-sensitive nubs. His uncircumcised cock rode the crease of her folds, the thick length sliding suggestively up and down her soaked channel. She could feel the skin pulling back as his penis nudged her clit, bringing lightning to her blood and making her pulse thunderous.

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To her surprise, she loved the helpless feeling of being bound and unable to exert her will. The captive thrill roared through her, slamming her into an unexpected orgasm. The shock of coming without penetration put her even more off kilter. Thighs straining wide apart, feet flat on the mattress, she raised her hips, offering her body, demanding he fill her and he surged in, needing no further invitation. With an inarticulate groan, Darvic entered her, rocked his pelvis against hers in a heart-stopping rhythm that had her crying out over and over. His shaft scraped her clit with each thrust, bathed his cock head in her slick juices. Thick and hard, he forged deep into unexplored territory, went where no man had gone before, his girth and length stretching her to the point of pain and ecstasy. That night, he’d taught Thalassic the victory of surrender and the triumph of submission. He’d made her lust for the peace only he could give -- the calm found in the turbulence of the bed sheets. In one night, he’d changed her, given her life a focus… and a safety valve. She knew she worked too hard, strove too fiercely. Doctors and others had warned her of the dangers of pushing herself beyond reason. No one understood how she needed to make the world safe for her children and the people sworn to her family. Earth had finally expelled the alien Rrehlabal and in the aftermath of war, there remained much to do. How could she rest when the world needed their military leaders and thinkers? If she didn’t do her best and give her all, how could she command others to do so? Still, day after day, her loyalty to Earth demanded a higher toll, and her body was finding it harder and harder to pay. After indulging in Darvic’s rough and ready brand of sexual dominance games, she’d experienced the greatest calm and peace she’d ever enjoyed. That had been enough to make her offer him a position in her household as a potential consort. She’d known he’d be trouble when she heard his answer. Standing tall, body bare, cock half-mast and rising, Darvic had met her gaze straight on, his own as implacable as her best military stare.

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“I’ll gladly serve you in all things but this. In the bedroom, I will always be the master!”

Chapter Four Five klicks out, the Harmon Compound guards hailed and scanned the flitter. “Military flitter, this is Draga, head of Harmon security. Decrease your speed to regulation approach measurements and identify.” Blinking away half a life of memories, Thalassic sat up and toggled a series of buttons on her flight board. Pride swelled her heart and her head at the crisp efficiency of her compound security head. Even though Darvic had to have called in her early arrival plans, Ian Draga had maintained protocol and done everything by the book. “Harmon security, this is Brigadier General Thalassic Harmon. I.D. codes coming through now…” She thumbed the communication array at the left of her board. “Decreasing speed as ordered.” Ian didn’t stutter. “Good afternoon, ma’am. Standard approach authorized. Please proceed to the private landing dock outside your personal complex. Consort Darvic is awaiting you there.” “In other words,” Thalassic murmured under her breath as she brought the flitter around and began a gliding approach, “Darvic has spoken and everyone knows his word is law around here.” Aloud she said, “Thanks, Draga, will do.” She smiled as she returned the small carrier to autopilot and began gathering together her paraphernalia. She’d brought along a few communiqués, but no real work. Unless there was a real emergency, Darvic had forbidden her to bring the base’s problems home with her. There were definitely times… like now, when she was grateful for his edict. Flitter stowed in the hangar adjacent to her personal quarters, Thalassic briskly walked the path from the storage building to her home. The afternoon sun shone

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through a thin layer of cirrus clouds, hot yellow in a sky so deeply blue her heart ached. The color reminded her of Marti’s eyes. Her daughter was heavy with child now; gravid and close to delivery. Marti was carrying twins again, and so irritable her usually unflappable mate went about snarling at everyone but her. At his wit’s end, Denzel would snap a sharp answer, and then apologize so contritely, looking so shocked at his rude behavior, that no one could resist forgiving him. Poor male was head-over-heels in love with her daughter and that fact garnered him plenty of points in Thalassic’s book. Her footsteps faltered as she caught a movement on the far fringes of the compound. Heart catching, she raised a hand to shield her eyes as she peered into the distance. Was that Tequila? She hadn’t known her middle daughter had come home. Increasing her pace, she decided she’d postpone talking to Teeki until she’d spoken with Darvic. Nothing escaped his notice or his control. As she drew nearer to the house, Thalassic began running. A shadowed outline in the doorway drew her like a lodestone. Her feet flew, skimming the ground, and suddenly, she was twenty-five again, running to Darvic with the news of her pregnancy with their first child. He’d been so happy -- as overjoyed as she at the news of their impending parenthood. When she lost the child, she’d thought her heart would break. It was the first time her body failed her. The doctors encouraged her to wait a year or two before trying again. It had been hard. She’d wanted nothing more than to refill her empty womb with life to replace that stolen by the fallibility of her flesh. She wanted a baby to hold, to cuddle, one to help her pretend she hadn’t lost her first son -- Darvic’s first son. Today she ran to him for refuge, for comfort. Her eldest was coming home under a cloud. A prisoner or a heroine -- a victim or a villain -- until she arrived, no one could say for sure. Her youngest faced the danger of multiple childbirths with the added curse of the Amazon’s unstable genetic make-up. Full-term, live births were rare for the warrior

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women caused by the same defect in the original program that made the modern hypospray birth control ineffective. Their superior bodies saw any foreign object as an invader, and sought to destroy it. Unfortunately, their body targeted an infant growing in the womb just as efficiently. Thalassic’s mouth turned down as she thought about her daughter’s present danger. She feared she was the cause of Marti’s becoming pregnant again too quickly after her miscarriage. Trying to help, to reach out to her youngest child, she’d advised her to wait a year before attempting to have a baby. As usual, Marti did the opposite of whatever Thalassic suggested. Damn it, she’d taken enough courses in psychology to know she should have adjusted her delivery with Marti’s contrariness in mind. Now, because she couldn’t keep her mouth shut and mind her own business, Marti faced the real threat of losing her second set of babes. And what was she to do with Tequila -- her middle child, the soft one who’d had her tender heart broken one too many times? The poor fem wandered the grounds like a lost soul, aimless and without focus. Thalassic’s heart hurt for her baby who’d given up so much to be left with so little. Tequila, never one to walk accustomed paths, had rejected the Amazon way and married her youthful lover, only to have him die in the first Scarth incursion. A month later, she’d lost their child. Stress, the doctors had said. Heartsickness, Marti had whispered, holding her unconscious sister’s hand in the sterile hospital room. Now, too spirit-weary to live yet too softhearted to end her life, Teeki held on only for her family. She slipped a little farther away each day, though she had to know how devastating her death would be for them. Thalassic feared Tequila was losing the battle. Too often, she’d seen the growing emptiness and hopeless longing for the dark that lurked in the large dark brown pupils of her daughter’s vacant eyes. Oh, I want Darvic!

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She needed his cool head and warm embrace to take the chill from her worried mind. As this year bled to a close, the problems and weight of her position pressed down on her, stealing her breath, leeching her peace… Thalassic threw herself full force into Darvic’s outstretched arms, burrowing deep and close. Mouth pressed to the side of his neck, she felt her body begin to tremble with the first crashing wave of relief. “Oh, I’ve missed you! I’ve missed you so…” Her hands clasped his broad back, fingertips pressing into his flesh. As usual, he wore no shirt, only loose cotton pants that closed with a drawstring. His long arched feet were bare and today his hair was caught back, but long enough to brush about his shoulders, the ends of the platinum tresses flowing in the slight afternoon breeze. Thalassic loved his body hair. Bringing her hands around, she combed through the silky swirls of fine, pale hair to tweak his flat male nipples, fascinated as always at the texture that was only slightly coarser than the hair growing on his head. She slipped a hand down, boldly skimming the band of his pants, eager to test the hard growth tenting the loose fabric at his groin. Darvic caught her hand and brought it back to his nipple. “You know better.” She licked her lips, gaze flicking up to gauge his demeanor. “I’ve been wet since I called you from the office.” “I know.” Darvic stepped back and drew her into the room behind her by his grasp at her wrist. “Come on… your bath is drawn.” She hung back. “I thought I saw…” she broke off, shaking her head. “When did Tequila show up?” Darvic paused and turned to face her. “She didn’t technically show up. I heard some disturbing rumors and sent Draga for her with instructions not to accept no as an answer to my invitation to visit.” “What did you hear?” Darvic avoided her eyes. “She was giving things away -- personal items and some furniture -- trying to sell her flitter and apartment.”

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Thalassic gasped. Hand going to her throat, she staggered back a step before she caught herself and straightened up. Taking a deep breath, she centered her body and mind. “Oh, Weaver of Life -- she’s preparing to suicide?” “Perhaps not, Lassi. That’s the classic conclusion to come to, but I just can’t believe any daughter of yours would do something that dishonorable.” He shrugged. “I wasn’t going to take the chance that I might be wrong, though. I know for a fact she won’t do it here, in this compound. Besides, she’s never alone for a minute.” A crushing sense of dread, followed by a dizzying wave of relief, swept over Thalassic and she moved back into Darvic’s embrace, where she allowed her body to slump for just a moment. “Thank the Matrix, you’ve assigned guards.” Her mouth trembled and then she tightened her jaw. “I don’t know if I could survive Teeki taking her own life.” Darvic’s expression hardened with resolve. “You’re strong. You could survive it, but I’ll see to it you don’t have to.” Hiding her face against his strong shoulder, she admitted, “I’m not as strong as you and everybody thinks.” A blunt finger lifted her chin. Bright blue eyes gazed down into hers. “Since when do I think like everybody else?” A sharp slap on the butt had her jumping. “Get that luscious body naked and in the tub before your water cools. The towels and oils are on the shelf by the faucet.” As a harbinger of things to come, that slap galvanized Thalassic. Her sorrow and worries momentarily forsaken, she sprinted to the bathing facility with a breathless, “Yes, sir!” A masculine chuckle followed her into the steamy room. “When you’re done, wrap yourself in the towel and nothing else. I want to adorn you before you dress.” “I’m dressing?” A loud crack of laughter escaped Darvic at her forlorn question. “Of course you are, you greedy slut. I have to dress you so I can enjoy stripping you, again.” “Whew! That’s okay, then!”

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An imperious finger pointed to the door. “Bathe. Now.”

Glancing over her shoulder to make sure Darvic was watching, Thalassic gave

her bottom a saucy wiggle. “You’ll pay for that impudence,” he promised darkly. The general sincerely hoped so.

Chapter Five Skin glowing and mind relaxed after her refreshing bath, Thalassic stood before Darvic, clad only in her damp towel as instructed. “Assume the position!” Without a word, the most powerful woman in the world dropped to her knees and bent her head. Her towel fluttered to the floor as she clasped her hands behind her neck. For a woman in her fifties, she looked damned good. Her smallish breasts still rode high, capped by long thick strawberry red nipples. Her hair flowed in a graybrown cape around her shoulders, full of natural body and waves. Her shoulders were wide for a woman, but proportionate to her height. Built on long, slim lines; she didn’t carry an ounce of spare weight. She’d shaved under her arms and the skin there looked smooth and silky. Her long, long legs went on forever. Soon, he’d feel the strength in her thighs as she wrapped them around his waist, squeezing as he pounded into her tight hot pussy. Looking down at her, Darvic wondered for the thousandth time how they had come to love each other so desperately. A career Amazon and a closet Dom, they were the most unlikely of couples, yet their relationship worked for them. In public, he bowed to Brigadier General Thalassic Harmon as was expected, but in private, in the close confines of their bedroom, she knelt at his feet. Darvic palmed his cock through the slit in his pants, recalling their lives hadn’t always run smoothly… They’d stumbled through that rough patch of time when she’d tricked him and become pregnant after he’d refused her his sperm. Her subsequent miscarriage had almost destroyed both of them. In retaliation, he’d secretly had a vasectomy done.

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When she found out, Thalassic had ordered him whipped and thrown out of Harmon Compound. Seven years had passed before she calmed down enough to seek him out and try to start over with forgiveness on both sides. Their passion, when they finally came back together, had raged hotter and fiercer than ever before. Just when he’d thought life couldn’t get any sweeter, his Lassi had shocked the breath out of him. Shortly after their reunion, in a display of trust he would cherish until the day the dark swallowed him, Thalassic had given him the ultimate gift of choosing to forego, permanently, the use of a safe word. Rock hard now, he released the drawstring holding up his pants and stepped out of them. The ring nestled at the base of his cock rested on his full balls. Swollen and tight, they rode high between his thighs, already churning with sperm. Without the ring, he’d never be able to withstand the temptation to come. “Rise, dress in the items I’ve laid out on the bed. Leave everything unfastened.” Her graceful obedience charmed him. His mouth curved up in an admiring smile as she padded over to the bed and eyed what he’d selected. Turning to look at him, she grinned, teeth flashing as she raised a questioning eyebrow. “Dress.” She did, slipping on the military uniform, pants first. Per his instructions, she left them unfastened, riding low beneath her belly button, exposing the beginning of her curly pubic hair. There was nothing else on the bed except her formal, tight-fitted uniform jacket. A twinkle in her eyes, she slowly drew it on over her pert breasts. Unbuttoned, the material gaped to the sides, allowing her erect nipples to wink at him. His cock grew so hard he hurt. The wide glans pushed past the wrinkled hood, extended and aching. A clear drop of pre-cum dribbled from the slit, an escapee of the ring before his growing arousal had tightened the restriction enough to cut off all flow. The discomfort threatened to unman him. He wanted nothing more than to rip the ring off, bend Thalassic over the high-backed chair by the bed and ram into her from behind. He resisted the temptation. This time was for Lassi. She needed the

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catharsis of total release and he could only give her that by restraining his own desires until the time was right. “Come here, General. Let’s decorate those impudent nipples of yours.” She came to him, outwardly calm and serene, but he’d seen the fine tremor that ghosted through her at his command and knew she was wildly excited. Forcing back his own growing arousal, he thumbed her nipples. “Let’s get these ready for their clamps, shall we?” His lips latched on to her right nipple, surrounding the tight bud with the heat of his mouth and the strong suctioning action of his cheeks and jaws as he pulled her deeply into the cavern of his mouth. Darvic suckled her until her nipple jutted in fierce response. He kept the suction taut while he pulled away, finally releasing the reddened tip with an audible pop. Reaching for the first clamp, he slid it over her extended nipple with practiced ease. He gave her left nipple the same treatment, lingering just a little longer over the less sensitive bud. Positioning the second clamp over her cringing tip, he carefully noted the increase of her breathing. A pulse beat at her temple and a warm flush coated her flesh from face to shoulders. “You look beautiful, darling.” He didn’t need to tell her to stand up straight. Thalassic Harmon had never slouched a day in her life. Instead, he ordered her to relax. “Take those shoulders down, soldier. I want them rounded and soft.” “Yes, my beloved,” she murmured quietly, keeping her head bowed. Visibly releasing the iron grip of control she held over her body, she let the muscles in her shoulders ease. The soft whisper of her words moved him unbearably. Tears swam across the wall of his cornea, creating a sheet of moisture that blurred his vision. Through the watery veil, his gaze feasted on her wavering outline, love for her welling up in a flood of emotion he had no desire to withstand. “Thalassic, lift your head and look at me.” Her silvery-gray eyes met his, the wide irises expressive and open. Love shone out of her eyes, as clearly declared as if she’d shouted it from a high mountain.

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“I adore you.” He went to her, ran the back of his hand down the downy soft side of her cheek. Cupping her chin, he met her lips in a slow, worshipping slide of mouths and tongues. He reluctantly ended the kiss. “I love it when you’re all spit and sass, ordering heads of states as if they were lackeys vying for your favors. I admire the take-charge attitude you have when it comes to knowing what you want and meeting your needs.” Darvic circled his mate and consort, hands trailing over the open jacket, fingers playing around the gaping band at her waist. His hands dipped below the band and he widened his fingers, making space for his hand to play in the warm moist hair covering her mons. One finger foraged deeper, parting her labia and running up the shallow channel of her sex, easing in past her tight elastic opening. Her juices wet his finger, sliding past to slick his knuckles. “Most especially, I love you like you are now: soft and warm, surrendered and wet, ready to give and take pleasure… ready for anything.” With a sigh, he brought his hand up out of her pants. Finger extended, he smeared the trace of her intimate moisture over her lips and covered the dampness with his mouth. His tongue came out, dabbing at the residue of her liquid arousal before stabbing into the sweet cave of her mouth. When her tongue dueled with his, his cock raged with delight, growing harder and stiffer. “Are you ready for anything, darling?” The muscles in her throat moved convulsively. “I’m ready for you, my beloved.” Darvic had ordered her to address him by the title, so her usage of those two words shouldn’t touch him so. Ordinarily, they wouldn’t, but knowing she meant the words every time she used them made all the difference in the world. He picked up the last item on the shelf and held it up for her to see. “I want you to wear this clitoral clamp.” Her eyes widened. He spoke quickly to allay her fears. “I know we’ve not done this before, but you have nothing to worry about. It goes on like the nipple clamps. You’ll feel a pinch, then the sensation will build until the nerves deaden. When the feeling comes back, I guarantee you’ll appreciate this little gem.”

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He thought of how she went wild when he ate her pussy and couldn’t help the wide grin that stretched his mouth. “I’ll have to prepare your clit for clamping, just as I did your nipples. I promise you’ll love the procedure.” “I’m yours, my beloved. I want whatever will please you.” “Excellent response, my warrior woman,” Darvic praised. He grasped her waist, tugging her closer to him. One hand slid back down her open pants to find her clit. “Your little man is already standing tall. Let’s see if we can get him to salute…” He eased her pants down her thighs until the material bunched at her knees. “Spread your legs. I don’t want your uniform hitting the floor.” She obeyed, a series of fine tremors racing beneath her skin. He felt the nerves jumping under his hand and bit back a smile. “Tilt your hips. I need to be able to get at your clit.” She spread more and thrust her pelvis forward, hands still at the nape of her neck. The lewd, blatantly sexual stance caused heat to wash through his groin and burn in his testicles. “Matrix unwinding, Lassi,” he cried, squatting down to bring his face close to her sex. “You are like a carnal goddess! I can’t wait to get my mouth on you!” Suiting action to words, Darvic opened his mouth and licked the crease of skin at her pelvic bone. He trailed his tongue over her springy hair and batted at the tip of her clit that had risen from its hood to extend past her vaginal lips. Her slick juices coated her pubic hair and nether lips and clung to the surface of his tongue. “Maker of worlds, you are so aroused and wet! You taste divine.” Her breathing turned harsh and soughed loudly through her open lips. She rocked her hips gently against his face, unable to stand still while he plundered her welling flesh. “Hold!” Darvic drew back and gazed up at Thalassic. Her flushed face met his scrutiny and he noted her breasts heaved with the effort to draw in air. Her pulse pounded at temple, wrist, and between her open legs. “Must I remind you not to come until I give you permission?” “No, my beloved, I remember.” Her choked reply had him feeling sorry for her.

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“Good.” He considered his handiwork. “I think this little clit is ready to be clamped.” He carefully slid the open teeth over her pearl and slowly released the spring. The tiny cushioned jaws closed over the stiff button with ruthless precision. Her breathless gasp, quickly swallowed, was obviously involuntary. He knew, despite the warning he’d given, that she hadn’t expected this level of pain. His hand smoothed the unblemished skin of her buttocks, lingering near the cleft that bisected the perfect globes. “I know that stings, Lassi. I’ll give you something to take your mind off it. Step out of your pants and follow me.” Darvic led Thalassic to the waist-high table standing against the wall that held the bathroom entry. He pulled it away from the wall and told her to drape herself over the top. Her slow steps told him she knew what was coming. Surrendered and obedient to his wishes, Thalassic bent over and rested her torso on the warm wood. The narrow table was tall enough for her feet to remain on the floor and just wide enough to fit her belly. Her jacket, still gaped open, framed her breasts as they hung over one side. Her ass rode high on the other, elevated to perfect spanking height.

Chapter Six He’s going to spank me! She didn’t look forward to it. Nevertheless, really, she did. If for nothing else but Darvic’s sake, she wanted it. Because he wanted to administer it, she would endure it and even accept it. For herself, Thalassic never relished the spankings, yet she couldn’t deny that when Darvic finished, she always felt cleansed and empty of all conflict. The pain rendered her life to one thing: present survival. Nothing else mattered. Only getting on the other side of the pain had any meaning or relevance. The pleasure, on the other hand -- and she did feel pleasure -- transmuted the pain into something else… something bright edged and wondrous. She didn’t know how she could or why she would, but there was no denying her pussy dripped like a faucet while her consort laid fiery strokes on her backside. By the time the last blow fell, she would be begging Darvic to fuck her, to plunge deep in her sex and take her with strong, ruthless strokes designed to drive her over the rim of creation. Darvic’s hand rested at the small of her back, fingers tracing an intricate pattern on that highly sensitive section of flesh. His voice, calm and serene, sounded close to her ear. “I sense a great disturbance in you, dear-heart. Your center has become unbalanced. What has upset you?” She kept her eyes closed as she answered, basking in the warmth and intimacy of his hand on her skin. “Not much -- Marti’s pregnancy, Tequila’s madness and Daiquiri’s treason…” Her lips curled in self-derision. “Just the usual…”

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His hand stilled. She had no problem recognizing the depth of his anger when he spoke. “I hope you are not imagining the girls’ problems are of your making. That would displease me considerably.” She wished desperately she could take the easy way out by accepting his views on her lack of guilt. Unfortunately, her logical brain wouldn’t let her rationalize away her blame for the troubles her daughters were facing. The facts remained… she was, in some manner, responsible for everything they were going through. First, she was guilty of passing her genetic instability to her daughters. On the one hand, the Amazon race was blessed with good health, strong bodies and military acumen. On the other, they were immune or allergic to many modern medicines. Most regens wouldn’t work on them, so when they lost a limb it was gone forever. Poor Martini faced an uncertain and difficult childbirth because of her Amazon heritage. Yet she had failed her child in other ways. She’d always known her youngest had never wanted a military career, but believing she knew best, Thalassic had ignored her daughter’s true needs and pushed her to remain in the service. She’d driven a parsec wide wedge between them, which she wished she could bridge because Marti had inherited more of her mother than she knew -- like Thalassic, Marti preferred sexual submission to dominance. If they were closer, she could have helped Marti understand her urges, but her daughter didn’t trust her enough to share her intimate concerns and worries. She’d erred on the opposite side with her firstborn. She’d personally coached Daiq, mentoring her through every step of her training and boot camp. She’d spent quality time -- hours -- with her daughter while she trained for a chance at consideration for one of the coveted positions in the Planetary Repulsion Force. If she hadn’t been so proud of Daiquiri’s gung-ho desire to follow her example, she might not have encouraged the girl to choose the military as a career. Her eldest might have taken a consort or three and settled down to raising a brood of grandchildren for her to enjoy. Lastly, she’d neglected her children except in the case of Daiquiri. If she’d spent more time being a mother to her children instead of giving all her time and efforts to

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protecting the children of the world, her middle daughter might not be so easily traumatized. She’d never been there for Tequila and the blame for her child’s emotional fragility rightly belonged to her. “Lassi…” Her consort’s voice held a dire warning. She knew the consequences to truly angering him and he would definitely be angry if he could see into her head at this moment. Her heart thumped. A cold weight settled in the pit of her stomach. She couldn’t bring herself to deny her self-laid accusations. She risked raising her head and eyes to meet his hard gaze and trembled at the stern lines bracketing his mouth. The tears in her eyes made his bleak expression hard to read. The hand at the base of her spine slid up her back and pressed against her neck, forcing her head back into position. It traveled back down, fingers lightly caressing her skin as it returned to its former location. Above her head, Darvic’s soft words, heavy with sorrow, fell on her ears. There was no mistaking his honest concern and caring. “Thalassic, you are a strong woman, but the weight of the world is too heavy for anyone to carry on their shoulders, even you.” His hand smoothed up and down her back. She could feel the warmth from his body all along her left side. Dreading the coming storm, she couldn’t force her body to relax and knew he felt her tenseness through her skin. Her nerves practically jumped and spasmed with each gentle pass of his hand. “If you continue trying to carry this load, it will break you.” His hand paused. “Ah! This is what drove you home today.” “No! I wanted to --” She paused, suddenly unsure what she had truly wanted in that moment when she’d decided to run home to Darvic. All she’d known was that she had to get to him, that only he would be able to help her. “Stop.” His soft command broke into her thoughts. “It’s okay. What matters most is that you ran to me. You trusted me to help you and I won’t let you down.”

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Bending over her back, he used his longer reach to palm her breasts. Thumbing her trapped nipples, he quickly opened and shut the small clamps, letting the metal teeth bite the tenderized bundles of nerves. Tingles blossomed at her aching tips and raced to her womb as life flooded back into the deadened flesh. Pain followed soon after as sensation came roaring back in time to register the renewed grip of the tight clips. “Arrgh!” Her back arched at the biting stings consuming her nipples. “Yes, it hurts, doesn’t it?” he commiserated, continuing his actions unabated. “But you like the pain.” It was a statement, not a question, but she nodded her head anyway, lost in the powerful flood of emotions sweeping over her. “Because you’ve decided you’re guilty and in need of punishment, this is the only way you will allow yourself to feel pleasure. I’m going to use this to help you.” Her back became cold and she realized Darvic had moved away. A moment later he was back, squatting by her feet and doing something… oh, Matrix, he was getting ready to secure her feet to the legs of the table! Thalassic’s pulse tripled its beat as unease slithered through her, pouring ice on the warm glow she’d been experiencing. Darvic had never tied her. Never. That he thought he needed to do so now meant he intended to go beyond anything they’d done prior to this moment. Her breathing hitched and she opened her mouth to suck air into her empty lungs. He had to have noticed her panic for he paused what he was doing to speak to her. “Lassi, I plan to take you past every barrier you have until I free you of these demons once and for all. You gave up the right to a safe word as a gift to me, but I want you to know I won’t take it amiss if you want to rethink that option…” Chills raced over her shoulders and down her back. A skittering of electric shocks sparked under her skin, spreading a coating of goose bumps over her chest and along the tops of her arms.

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She thought about it, she really did. Should she use a safe word? What message was she giving Darvic if she chose to do so? All right, so I’m frightened. How does that change anything? I still love Darvic. I trust him with my life and more. She shook her head. “No safe word. You are my safety, my beloved.”

Chapter Seven Darvic sucked in a long breath. Smiling to herself, Thalassic figured her answer must have startled him. Since he could probably taste her fear, he’d expected her to ask for a safe word, for all his high talk of understanding if she did. When he threw his chest out and smiled his killer smile, she knew her decision had pleased him. With a wild whoop, Darvic lifted her from the table and turned her into his arms. “Oh baby, I love you so much! Your faith in me makes me feel ten feet tall. By the Weaver of Life, I swear you won’t regret this. I’ll never let you down.” He never had and she knew he never would. He hugged her tighter and her clamped nipples burned. The tangle of his chest hair caught on one of the clamps and when he pulled away, the resultant pain was so exquisite, she almost swooned. Darvic, that devil, knew what he was doing to her. Before the first wave of lavahot sensations ebbed, he was slipping a leg between her thighs, rubbing against her mound and brushing her trapped clit. When she shuddered in his arms at the intensely pleasurable pain, she felt his cock jerk, demanding some attention for itself. She wasn’t surprised when he decided it was time for more serious action. “Thalassic, you are going to suck my cock before we begin your punishment. You will go down on your knees. Keep your hands behind your back and spread your legs for balance. Under no circumstances are you to climax without my permission. Do you understand?”

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Thalassic nodded, licking her lips, eager to get started. She loved Darvic’s cock and she eyed it greedily, impatient to devour it, to show her lover how much she valued him. Her hungry look made him chuckle. “Good girl. First, though, let’s re-sensitize your little clit.” Great Wheel of Destiny, he will destroy me! Reaching between her legs, he deftly opened the clamp, releasing her imprisoned flesh. Blood rushed back into the starved tissues. The knot of nerves throbbed hotly, sending waves of knee-weakening pleasure/pain wafting through her belly and lower. Nipples throbbing in sympathy, Thalassic gave a sharp cry and frantically worked her thighs, trying to bring ease to her smarting clitoris. Darvic administered a warning pat to her ass. “Stop squirming. I want you feeling the burn. Once all sensation returns, you’ll feel it more intensely when I replace the clamp.” It was all she could do to stand still. Her clit felt as big as an apple. Her pulse pounded there, so hard she could feel it, so loud she could hear it. She couldn’t bear to close her thighs -- any pressure on the swollen tissue was torture of the most sublime kind. “Down now, baby, and suck me deep. Remember -- no hands.” Hands? She didn’t need hands! Dropping gracefully to her knees, Thalassic braced her knees apart and folded her hands behind her back. Then she simply looked at her consort’s penis. She knew this cock well, could recognize it in the dark. And she loved every inch of it. Uncircumcised, long and thick, Darvic’s ruddy cock was about three shades darker than his natural light tan and covered with ropy veins that stood out in basrelief. In his excited state, his cock stood up perpendicular to his belly, the thick, uncut head peeking from the folds of skin that composed his hood. She leaned forward as Darvic stepped up, fist steadying his cock for her. He pulled back the foreskin, letting his blunt glans emerge. Thalassic’s mouth watered. She

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swallowed, lips falling open as she watched him lazily pumping his thick shaft, greed and need swirling about like a net full of frenzied butterflies in her belly. Like a hungry little bird, she tilted her head, wordlessly begging to be fed. He gave her his cock in tiny increments, slowly thrusting in and out of her mouth with shallow movements designed to drive her insane. With a sneaky move worthy of a military genius, she rocked up and forward on her knees and deep-throated him in one impulsive gulp. “Mhmm-mm!” Mouth full, she moaned around his cock, hungry for more. Darvic’s hands fisted in her hair, but he didn’t pull her off his cock. Instead, he pressed her head to his belly, trapping his cock in the back of her throat. “Matrix, Lassi, go slow! You’ll unman me. There are some things even cock rings can’t handle.” Incoming vid call from Martini Harmon-Wattana… The melodious voice of the household computer had barely finished speaking before the wall screen came online and a picture of Martini began to form. “Computer, audio only!” Darvic barked the command, jerking convulsively as Thalassic’s teeth tried to snap together in shock. Since his cock was in the way, she understood his concern. “It’s all right, Lassi, she won’t be able to see us,” he reassured the frantic mom. “Get your teeth out of my cock!” “What?” Marti’s voice sounded shocked. “Who is that? Father?” Thalassic tried to back away, but Darvic’s hands fisted in her hair and held her in place. “Don’t you dare take that out,” he hissed before raising his voice to address his daughter. “Of course it’s your dad, Martini. Whom did you think would answer when you called this compound?” “Where’s Mom… and why is this call on audio?” Thalassic struggled and was subdued. “Stop that!” “Stop what? Damn it to hell, what the fuck’s going on?” Martini hollered, voice sounding worried as well as angry. Bending over to whisper in Lassi’s ear, Darvic asked her, “Do you really want your daughter hearing you receive the first of your many swats?”

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She shook her head no, and subsided with a huff. Turning his attention to his daughter, Darvic answered, “Your mother is right here, and it’s none of your business what’s going on in this compound. You no longer reside here, remember?” The silence from the vid screen was not peaceful. Finally, Marti apparently decided to let her father’s challenge go unanswered. “I called the office to speak to her and the staff said she went home early. What’s wrong with her, is she sick?” “No, just occupied. It’s the holidays and she simply decided to take some time and come home early.” “Bullshit!” Marti snorted. “This is me you’re talking to. There’s no way in hell Mom would do something like that, holiday or not, unless she was ill. Put her on. I want to see her.” “No.” “No? Are you telling me you won’t allow me to talk to my own mother?” “That’s exactly what I’m saying. You can’t talk to her. Call back tomorrow… she might be available then.” “But -- but I want to talk to her now!” They could hear Martini’s rapid breathing. “If you don’t let me see my mother, I’m getting in my flitter and coming over there.” “Please do,” Darvic invited her. “Come right on. You’ve been bucking for a paddling for about two years. Show up here today, and you’re going to get one.” “You wouldn’t dare! I’m pregnant.” She sounded just unsure enough not to risk it. “I’m not going to whip your belly, child. It’s your ass that’ll get heated up.” The silence was longer this time. “I’ll call back tomorrow. Please tell my mother to call me when she isn’t… occupied.” Darvic smiled down into Lassi’s frantic eyes. “I’ll do that. Good bye, Martini. Computer, disengage. Allow only military emergency calls through for the next twentyfour hours.”

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Compliance. As soon as the screen faded and she was sure the call had been disconnected, Thalassic balled up her fist and struck Darvic in the belly. When he recoiled from the blow, she spat his cock out of her mouth and rose to confront him. “How dare you refuse to let me talk with my daughter? My pregnant daughter, at that! What if she needed me? What if she called to tell me she was going into the hospital?” Darvic crossed his arms. “First of all, you were bare-butt naked with my cock down your throat.” She started to speak and he held up his hand, his face going hard and unyielding. “Secondly, you are the only one in need of help right now. I won’t allow you to spread yourself so thin that you become nothing.” The expression in his eyes softened as he gazed at her. “Lassi, my love, Marti was right about one thing. You are ill. You are heart-sick and need healing.” His mouth slid sideways in a rueful moue. “There’s no way you’d have come home unless you were in dire straits and that’s a fact.” “But she’s pregnant,” Thalassic wailed, eyes filling with tears. “She called me. That’s the first time she’s done that in years.” “She has a husband. She’ll call again tomorrow. She’s too stubborn not to. In the meantime… you’ll have to impress me with your ability to handle your own problems before I let you tackle hers. We have a problem right here.” He indicated his risen cock, loosening the cockring. “Let’s see how well you handle this. Then we’ll go from there.” Thalassic firmed her chin and dropped to her knees. With a saucy toss of her head, she threw her mop of hair off her face and presented her open mouth for his erection. She then proceeded to show him she could handle his problem just fine.

Chapter Eight “I must say… you handled that brilliantly.” Darvic cleared his voice, trying to erase the huskiness left over from shouting out his climax. She licked the last drop of cum off her lips and smiled smugly. “I thought so.” “Indeed, a job well done, darling.” He sobered while he held her gaze. “Now that you’ve taken the edge off my hunger, it’s time for your punishment.” Her smile faded as dread pooled in the pit of her belly. She took a deep breath but her voice still shook when she answered him. “I’m ready. Where do you want me?” “Where you were before.” With loving touches and whispered reassurances, Darvic led Lassi back to the table and ordered her to drape herself across it. “Thalassic, I’m going to bind you so you won’t be tempted to interfere with your spanking. Make sure you truly want this, Lassi, for once I begin, I will not quit until I have your total surrender.” Thalassic gazed into Darvic’s beautiful eyes and murmured, “I understand and I won’t change my mind. You don’t understand how fractured and ill at ease I feel.” When he had finished binding her, she turned her head, watching him make his way over to the shelf where he displayed all his special sexual toys. She shivered when he took down a medium weight wooden paddle made of oak and tested its heft against the palm of his hand. The meaty slapping sound it made caused her to jerk nervously and test her bonds. Nevertheless, when he asked her one last time if she wanted to change her mind, she answered no. “I need this, my beloved. I need purging from all my guilt. It’s consuming me by slow degrees.” Her consort sighed. “And you shall have it. First, let’s get this area a little more ready, shall we? After all, we don’t want your ass to get heated up too rapidly.”

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He began to massage her buttocks. Gently and slowly at first, then with increasing firmness, his fingers dug into her skin. Thalassic felt his strong hands kneading and rubbing her pliable cheeks until her blood was flowing and spreading evenly throughout them. The touch of his fingers felt warm on her exposed skin. What he was doing felt good… more than good. A feeling of openness, of vulnerability came over her. With an unsteady breath, Lassi realized her long held secret desire to be punished was about to be realized. She felt no vulnerability in the physical sense. As a warrior, she’d faced death many times and physical fear didn’t come into the equation. No, she felt vulnerable because by submitting to this act, she was exposing her soul. There was no place to run to, no place to hide. The raw tightly strung emotions she’d forcibly controlled and kept in check for so long would now come pouring out through this experience of exquisitely produced pain. “Now, darling, we will begin!” The first few strokes were soothing, cooling. He barely struck her, letting the paddle land softly against her skin. But as the flogging continued, the whacks became progressively harder, setting the precedence for each succeeding blow. By the time the twelfth stroke landed with a heavy thud, Thalassic was experiencing a taste of the pain she craved as punishment. Every few minutes Darvic would pause and test her pussy for signs of arousal. Each time, there was no doubt she wanted more. She was sopping wet. The next session started with three swats that stirred the passion inside Lassi even more. As the sturdy wooden paddle connected with her ass in a series of hard and rapid blows, she screamed out and squirmed helplessly. There was no gentle buildup this time. There was no pause between each whack. The brutal shots came in quick succession. The pain was intense and without realizing what she was doing, Thalassic began to sob.

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Darvic gave no sign he heard her crying. Instead, he laid the swats on hard and fast with the stiff paddle. The pain grew even more intense, shooting into Thalassic’s brain, bringing her to the verge of unconsciousness. She screamed, and then began to sob in a wailing tone. She was close to collapse. The hard spanking seemed to go on forever, bringing her closer to a state of sensory exhaustion. Yet the session was far from over. Judging she rapidly approached overload, Darvic stopped for a while to examine the state of her skin. He brushed his hand over her hot blazing red butt. Never had she felt anything as incredibly soothing as this tender evidence of his caring. The knowledge of his love replaced her pain with a soft peace so embracing it felt like she floated on the fluffy cushion of a fleecy white cloud. The transformation and abrupt contrast of feeling caused her to burst out into a fit of uncontrollable laughter and joy. Face wet with tears, she celebrated her newfound freedom. She couldn’t understand the feeling of euphoria tumbling over her, didn’t even try to fathom anything. She simply contented herself with breathing. As he renewed the spanking, Darvic whispered sweet phrases of praise into her ears as he plied the paddle methodically back and forth over her naked flesh. Heat flowed through her, pooled between the swollen lips of her sex. Fire followed, liquefying her bones, melting her flesh and molding it into a fitting receptacle for the pain that purified her. Her punishment built to a final crescendo and the shock was felt deep inside the buttocks of the hapless woman. The pain became a dull numbness as Lassi finally surrendered her total will and sank into the placid depths of that blinding white space where pain no longer existed -- only glowing, welcoming warmth. She had reached the plane of existence where all that could be experienced was the pure consciousness of pleasure. She never felt Darvic laying aside the paddle and gathering her in his arms.

Chapter Nine She opened her eyes to find herself cocooned in Darvic’s arms. They lay in the wide bed, covered with the thick winter thermal blankets, naked bodies wrapped about each other. Thalassic rolled over and groaned. Every inch of her body tingled; every muscle ached with the distant, pleasant memory of maximum usage. She felt stretched and worked to capacity. She also felt peaceful and calm, free from the guilt of years. Yes, she still worried about her children… what mother didn’t? Yet, lying here in her lover’s embrace, she felt renewed and ready to face any challenge. Her family would triumph and survive because they came from strong cloth, interwoven with strength and love by the Weaver of Life. Filled with energy and joy, Thalassic sat up, eager to share her newfound hope and exuberance with the man who’d made her renewal possible. With thoughts of waking him with a kiss, she turned to her mate. A soft sigh escaped her lips. Darvic slept. Lines of exhaustion etched deep furrows in his face. The skin under his eyes looked bruised and pale and Thalassic wondered at the depth of his resolve. She knew he hadn’t wanted to take things as far as she had needed last evening. It said something about the man that he met her needs and put his own on hold. They’d never fucked. Sneaking a peek under the covers, she saw he’d removed the cock ring sometime in the night. Even in sleep, his penis lay against his stomach, fully extended and erect, the head flushed an angry, swollen purple. Well, she could take care of that…

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For the first time in years, Thalassic assumed the dominant position. Straddling Darvic’s waist, she took his cock in hand and aimed it at her pussy. Slowly, she bore down on the massive organ, feeling every thick inch as it tunneled inside her. She circled her hips, spreading her juices over his head, easing another few inches in her clasping channel. She paused to gather a shaky breath. She’d forgotten how deeply a man could penetrate her from this angle. Stuffed and feeling over-full, she glanced down and was shocked to see she still had another three or so inches of steel-hard cock outside her body. What’s a girl to do when faced with an abundance of good fortune? With a husky laugh, she answered herself. “Make the most of it!” Thalassic rose up on her knees and then dropped down on Darvic’s ramrod shaft. The thick organ thudded home with a clit jarring impact that had her squirming on top of his aroused body. Biting her lip to hold in a scream of sheer lust, she repeated the action. It felt so wonderful, she had to do it again and again. “Started the party without me, hmm?” Lassi gasped and continued to rock against him. “Oh, Matrix, yes, my beloved, and I’m having the time of my life!” “Mind if I join in?” “Please” -- bounce -- “do!” Bounce, bounce! With a grin and a wink, Darvic reached up and palmed her nipples. He tugged on both tips, twisting them between fingers and thumbs, his movements gentle in deference to their sensitivity from their prolonged time in the clamps. She leaned down so he could reach her aching breasts with his mouth. When he opened his lips over her right nipple, she keened in rising excitement. Every inch of her body responded to the slightest touch with fireworks, setting off hot flashes under her skin.

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Darvic gripped her waist, his hands hard and insistent as he lifted her up and down on his jutting erection, slamming his hips up to bury his cock deeply at each upward thrust. “Oh yes, fuck me, Darvic! Fuck me like you mean it!” she cried out, body undulating as if she rode a wave of gathering turbulence. Her hands cupped and kneaded her breasts, her fingers plucked at her distended nipples as she slammed her body down to meet her man’s thrusts, trying to swallow his cock, desperate to fill her hungry pussy. The orgasm came speeding out of the dark, carrying her away on a glittering river of sensation that stole her control and ripped away the civilized veneer she hid under. Growling and mewling, she threw back her head and arched her neck, moaning out her need as her back bent into a tense bow. “Matrix! Matrix unwinding… I’m coming! Ah! Ah… damn, it’s so sweet… so hot! Darvic…!” Beneath her, she felt Darvic’s body bucking. His hands gripped her waist and ruthlessly pulled her down onto his thick length. With a feral cry of delight, he thrust up into her sweltering heat, his cock drilling her clasping channel, scattering trailing sparks of bursting ecstasy throughout her overloaded system. His full-throated roar rang in her ears, blended with her helpless cries as his cock jerked and spasmed, filling her with thick jets of his spuming semen. Satiated and satisfied, they lay together in their bed, limbs languidly tangled in a marital sprawl that spoke of utter exhaustion and complete unity. “It’s going to be New Year’s Day in a few hours.” Darvic turned his head to meet her eyes. “I thought you’d forgotten.” Thalassic sighed tiredly. “Until this morning, I had.” She rolled over and propped her elbows on his chest. “Lately, I haven’t been thinking clearly. Did you know I almost resigned my post so I wouldn’t be forced to confront Daiquiri or question her loyalty?” “If you did that… resigned… who would stand for our daughter? Who would make sure she received justice and mercy?”

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Lassi dropped a kiss on Darvic’s full lips. “Those were my thoughts, exactly, once I could think straight.” She flopped over on her back and used his body as a giant pillow. “I want you to help me keep my New Year’s resolution.” Darvic opened one eye and peered at his sated consort. “What is the resolution, and how can I help you keep it?” “I’m going to stop looking backward and start looking forward. I’m going to build a new relationship with all three of our girls and stop moaning about the ones I did or didn’t neglect. And whenever I forget and start blaming myself for all the woes of the world, I want you to give me the beating of my life. Heat my ass up good until I see reason.” Darvic turned on his side and drew his woman into his embrace. “I don’t know, Lassi…” he drawled, brushing her hair out of her face so he could kiss her slowly and thoroughly. “You might act up on purpose, just so you can get a beating.” His hands swept over the full swell of her firm buttocks, fingers trailing in the dark shallow crease. “I noticed you liked the effects of getting this sweet ass heated.” “Well, of course I did.” “That’s not very Amazonian of you, darling,” he teased, dipping a fingertip into the tiny puckered fissure of her ass. Gasping, Thalassic let her hands do some sweeping of their own. She grinned when she reached his cock and found it hard and surging again. “Not all Amazons are alike, you know,” she informed him as she palmed his balls in one hand and walked the fingers of the other up his chest to tweak his male nipples. “We don’t all prefer the cool retreat of war and logic. Some of us like a little spice to our life. Some of us like it hot!”

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Camille Anthony A California native, Camille Anthony now lives in the beautifully wild Low Country of South Carolina. A fertile imagination and a love of both Romance and Science Fiction fuels her writing. Her favorite stories are those of strong, honorable people -- whatever the race or planet of origin -- who are driven by love and lust to find and do that one special someone. Camille likes her heroines feisty, her heroes dominant and her passion red hot! She loves to hear from her readers. You can e-mail her at [email protected]

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