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  Tom didn’t get to touch women often, so he closed his eyes and let his large hands map every inch he could reach. Her skin was heating under his hands, and she stroked his hair with long, talented fingers until she finally reached down to unbutton her shirt. Tom leaned forward, eager to see if she was as beautiful as she felt.

  She shrugged her shirt off and Tom could see two heavy breasts with large nipples. He looked up at her while she unfastened her bra and tossed it to the side. “Go on, taste,” she encouraged him. Tom let his hands slip around her so he could pull her close, and then he ran his tongue over the edge of a nipple before blowing over the damp skin. It pebbled up before he sucked it into his mouth. She gasped and arched her back, her fingers digging into his shoulders. Tom sucked harder and ran his hands down her back to her ass. Pulling her close, he buried his face in her, smelling her skin and feeling the warmth from her soak into him.

  “Oh gods, yes.” She cupped the back of his head, holding him close. Tom turned his head and caught the other nipple, sucking it more gently now. The woman ran her hands over Tom’s shoulders. Without taking his mouth from her breast, Tom reached down and carefully unbuttoned her pants, slipping the zipper down so he could reach inside.

  He slipped a finger between her legs and found the small fold that hid the clit. Pushing his finger farther in, he felt his finger suddenly slide as he found her moisture. Then he pulled back and rubbed his damp finger against her clit, feeling it harden into a little pea. His cock started to ache as he listened to the happy little sounds she was making now.

  “No more teasing,” she finally gasped. Tom’s cock was so hard that it was aching inside his pants, but he was working hard to focus on her.

  “On your back,” she said. Tom nodded and then moved back onto the bed. She walked to the end of the bed and Tom settled himself in the center and watched her. She reached out and ran a hand up his workpants and then rested it on his boot while she studied him. Tom waited. She unclipped each boot fastening and then pulled them off. One sock had sprung a hole, and she took a second to tickle the toe that was sticking out before she pulled them off too. However, she left his jeans on as she crawled up the bed and straddled him, her pants still open so that he could see the dark blonde curls that hid her folds. He loved the way a woman felt…her curves and the way she smelled of musk and salt when she was really worked up.

  “You are a beautiful man,” she said, running hands over Tom’s chest before she gave one nipple a quick pinch. Tom gasped and fisted the bedspread.

  “Strong, not beautiful,” he corrected her.

  “I’ve seen Greek statues that would have envied your muscles.” She ran her hands down to his stomach, scraping her nails over his skin just hard enough to leave eight faint white trails that turned red and made Tom’s whole chest hot. It felt so damn good.

  “So, I’m wondering if you’re feeling adventurous.” Tom looked up at her suspiciously. She gave him a wicked smile before rolling away and off the bed. “Now if you don’t want to play my little game, that’s okay too, sweetie.” She went to the cupboard and when she turned around, she had metal shackles in her hand.

  Tom sucked in a breath and pushed himself up on one elbow. “Only if you want,” she said, but she walked toward him without waiting for an answer. When she stopped near the bed, Tom could see they were the heavy duty style shackles that used industrial magnets to lock tightly. She brought the cold metal down to run over his arm, and Tom’s skin turned to gooseflesh. So many of his fantasies included something like those shackles, something just as strong as Tom that could keep him from doing something stupid. If he were shackled, he wouldn’t have to worry about right or wrong or good or bad because the choice wasn’t his.

  He didn’t comment as she wrapped the strap around his wrist and then picked up the controller unit. A quick surge and the polarity reversed in one side, and the magnets held the two sides of the strap together so firmly that Tom would never be able to break it. The strap was attached to a short chain that had a disk on the end. Leaning down, she gave Tom a quick kiss before she moved the disk to the wall and then used the small controller to send another pulse.

  After a second, Tom gave a tentative pull before really trying to jerk his hand free. His arm muscles bulged and strained, but the restraint held. No human could break a magnetic lock, not even a genta could, and Tom watched silently as she picked up the controller and the second shackle and walked to the other side of the bed. She gave him another kiss before locking his second wrist to the wall.

  “You are so very beautiful all laid out like a buffet for me to enjoy.” She turned around and walked back to the closet to put the controller back in. “And this is one feast that really is all for me.” She turned back around and pushed her pants to the ground before stepping out of them. “No strip teases, just you pleasing me. Isn’t that right?”

  Tom nodded. Fuck, she was good. He could feel his balls draw up as his body threatened to come right there in his pants as she walked back to the bed. “Yeah.”

  She ran her hands down over her stomach and reached between her legs. “You did a good job earlier, but I bet your tongue is even better than your fingers, isn’t it?”

  “Hell yeah,” Tom agreed. He swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry. She ran her fingernails over his chest again, four white trails marking her path, and Tom groaned as one of her nails ran right over the edge of his nipple. Warmth spread from the trails, a slow fire that made him squirm and wish he’d worn bigger pants. She straddled him, her knees on either side of his chest so that he looked up at her rounded figure and her curled bush, fisting his hands because he couldn’t touch now. For a half second, he considered asking her to cut him loose so he could feel her skin under his palms. He wanted to run his thumbs over her clit until it hardened under his touch, but she slid forward, her knees landing on either side of his head.

  “I could get used to this.” She smiled down at him and he could smell her musk. She wasn’t faking this for him. When she wiggled a little closer, Tom tilted his head up so that he could bury his face in her warm cunny and reach her clit with his tongue. She gasped and shifted closer so that he could reach more. Tom happily ran his tongue up between the inner lips, seeking the hot, hard clit.

  She was breathing faster now and Tom sucked gently. With a cry, she pressed herself down onto his face and for a half second, Tom couldn’t breathe. Tilting his neck back, he sucked in musky air through his nose and then focused on sucking harder, using the end of his tongue to press into her clit before opening his mouth and thrusting his tongue deep into her cunny. She was making little mewling sounds now and Tom tried to make her cry out louder. He sucked harder and then softer. He worked the clit one second and then sucked gently at one of her inner lips. He reverently licked the clitoral hood and then buried his whole face in her pussy. Every change brought new cries until she was rocking against his face and his neck was burning—the muscles straining to hold the uncomfortable position.

  “Oh God. Shit. I need more.” She sounded desperate and Tom sucked as hard as he could, but she pulled away, leaving him feeling cold and exposed. For a second, she leaned down, her hands braced on his chest as she gulped air. “Oh my God you’re good. I say that to a lot of men, but honey, I have rarely ever meant it this much.” She fumbled at his pants, her hands rushing so much that Tom was a little worried about her damaging his equipment. But then she got the zipper down and went to the foot of the bed to pull his jeans off.

  “Well damn.” For a second she stood looking at him.

  “I ain’t too big, am I?” Tom had been with a couple of women who’d backed out when they’d seen his cock, but doxies were usually fine with him.

  “No, you’re definitely not.” She moved closer and ran a finger up the underside of his engorged cock. Tom cried out, twisting in his chains, but he couldn’t get free.

  “You do that again and this is going to be over quicker than either of us want,” Tom said, his teeth cle
nched.

  “Oh I think I can keep you going for quite a while.” She patted him on the leg, and then, without warning, she ripped out a hair from his balls.

  “Fuck! What the fuck did you do that for?” Tom bellowed, yanking the restraints so hard that he could feel his wrists pop like an overstretched knuckle.

  “To take the edge off. I want to ride you for a good long time,” she said without apology. Tom settled back down on the pillow. Yeah, he would have rather avoided that bit of pain, but she was right that he did need something to cool him off some before he came like some school boy.

  “Some warning would’ve been nice.”

  “I never promised to be nice to you.” Leaning down, she ran her teeth along the inside of his thigh, and Tom tried hard to think of unsexy things before she had to repeat her trick just to keep him from coming prematurely. “Most men who have big muscles are trying to compensate for something, but you do not have anything to compensate for, do you?”

  “Not in bed, I don’t,” Tom agreed. She smiled at him and walked back to the cabinet where she took out a vaginal guard applier. Slipping the silver tube between her legs, she hit the button and then wiggled some while the seal settled in.

  “I’m going to be the judge of that and a very happy judge at that,” she said. Pulling out oil, she put several drops in her hand and then rubbed them together. “I think I want a good close look at what you have to offer.” With another of her wicked smiles, she walked over and started running her hands around his balls, weighing them in her hand and squeezing gently. All Tom could do was throw his legs open. He wanted her to finish soon because he wanted to come, but he would be even happier if she kept him all night, punishing him with this slow, seductive torture. She ran her oiled hands up the shaft of his cock, squeezing just tight enough to make his eyes water.

  Tom was about incoherent by the time she finally got up on the bed and straddled him. Holding his cock, she lined herself up and then slowly sank down. “God, yes. Shit. It has been too damn long since I had a truly good fuck.” Tom was almost shaking from trying to hold still, but now she leaned down, her oiled hands resting on his chest as she sat impaled on his cock. Her blue eyes had darkened and Tom wanted to watch her come. He wanted to see her face twist with pleasure and her body jerk out of control. However, this was her game, and he forced himself to stay still as she studied him.

  “How about you give me a ride? I grew up riding broncos and I’m feeling nostalgic,” she whispered. Tom blew out a breath loudly, relieved to know exactly what she wanted.

  “Yes, ma’am,” he said. Digging his heels into the mattress, he braced his hands against the wall. “The lady gets what the lady wants.” Tom thrust up carefully, watching her face. She looked almost disappointed, so the second time, he thrust harder. The angle was awkward and she was heavy enough to make it hard to lift without help, but she didn’t help. She let her weight fall totally onto him, which drove his cock deep into her pussy. Tom wasn’t one to disappoint a woman. If she wanted a ride, he could do that.

  Without warning, his third attempt rammed her a good foot into the air and she squealed…a noise he hadn’t expected from her, but that made it all the better. He dropped back down to the bed, his cock finally pulling out before she settled back down on him, mimicking the thrusting that he wanted so very badly. The second her full weight met his, he bucked again, throwing her up so hard she had to brace her hands on his chest. That shifted the weight and Tom thrust wildly, his cock plunging deep into her tight hole with every thrust up and pulling back as he let his hips fall to the bed.

  He wanted to come, but he fisted the chains and struggled to hold back the growing fire inside…the heat that made his balls draw up and his cock ache like a son of a bitch. Finally she started riding him, sliding up and down with movements turned wild and uncontrolled as she started coming. She threw her head back and fingered her clit, and Tom fisted his hands, desperate to touch, but denied the right. She cried out and Tom took over the thrusting again, allowing her to ride through her orgasms as he finally came with a low grunt and a good deal more satisfaction than he’d felt in a long time.

  Exhausted, Tom collapsed back onto the bed, his whole body shaking from the sheer physical effort. Heat poured off him. She collapsed down on top of him, her body fever hot. “Okay, that was great,” she finally said, still panting.

  “You’re paid to say that,” Tom pointed out.

  “Actually, I’m not. I’m not even paid to do this anymore,” she said. “However, if you’ve moved into the area, I could be convinced to rethink that.”

  Tom smiled. A doxy never offered to do it regular unless she needed the money or she’d enjoyed herself, and this one didn’t seem the type to need the money all that much. She shifted to the side and let her fingers trail over the red marks she’d left with her fingernails.

  “You looking for work around here?”

  “Came in with a ship; I figure I’ll go out with it.”

  “But you aren’t sure,” she said with some confidence. Tom thought about that. Truth was, he wasn’t sure—not anymore. Seeing as how the Kratos was the first place that had felt like home in a good many a year, it stung a bit to realize that the day might come that he needed to leave. And Ramsay was right about one thing—he wasn’t getting another Corps job.

  “This place could always use a good security man, and if you don’t have anything against prostitution, I know a few women who would enjoy your special services.” She placed a kiss on Tom’s elbow.

  “Ain’t got nothing against playing doxy. It’s legal work and more honest than most. I’m just not sure I’m ready to jump ship yet.”

  “Well, you think about it. I’m Carla.”

  Tom studied this woman again. “Like on the sign?”

  “Yep. Spent twenty years on my back to get enough money to buy my own place and then one of my best girls tells me she’s got some really big guy whose getting choosy about who services him. I came down to say that I don’t offer a menu of women. Whichever doxy feels like offering to bed you is the only choice you get. Take it or leave it.”

  “Seems like you forgot to give me that speech,” Tom pointed out.

  She smiled, her warm body still pressed to his side. “Seems like I did. Now as much as I enjoyed myself, you will understand that business is business and you did agree to pay twenty credits for my services.”

  “Thirty five,” Tom corrected her. “Pants are on the ground where you threw ‘em.”

  She smiled. “You may talk like you’re from Outflung or Beauteous or one of those places that didn’t see fit to set up schools, but you really do have a sweetness about you.”

  “Don’t go telling people that,” Tom said. “You ask around and you’ll find out that Tom Frieden has a reputation as a man with very little sweetness to him.”

  “Oh yes. We’ll let the rest of the world think you’re a junkyard dog.” She smiled and leaned in to kiss him on the mouth before she rolled off the bed and went padding over to where his pants lay on the ground.

  “If you’re thinking of hiring me, you should know that ain’t far off,” Tom said. “I’m not the type to go thinking on things a whole lot, but if you give me a rifle and tell me that there’s a man who needs killing, you won’t have to think twice about whether or not he’s dead.”

  She stopped, Tom’s pants in her hand. Walking back over to the bed, she dropped his pants near his knee and then sat down next to him and leaned over him. “So, you kill for money?”

  Tom thought about that. He was Corps…a cop, but when it came right down to it, his job was to cover the others. In other words, Ramsay pointed out who had to die if things went wrong and Tom made sure they died. “That’s about the short of it,” Tom agreed.

  “Would you kill anyone?” She looked at him curiously and Tom wondered if she had a particular someone in mind.

  “I don’t kill folks who don’t have reason to think it’s coming and who can’t take car
e of themselves. And mostly, I just kill folks Captain Ramsay points out as needing killing if they try to double cross us.” Tom figured that was close enough to the truth without getting into the details.

  She nodded and reached for his pants. “So in other words, you’re not as much junkyard dog as you let people believe. That will teach the girls because several of them thought you looked too scary. But let some man in a fancy suit come in and they’ll fight each other to take care of him.” She shook her head. “Some days I wonder if I’m ever going to be able to teach any of them to have any common sense.” She pulled the money out of Tom’s pocket and counted out thirty-five of his forty credits, slipping the last few notes back into his pocket.

  “What’s this?” she asked. Tom looked at the tracker in her hand.

  “A computer thing,” he said with an awkward shrug.

  “And you aren’t worried about me taking it?” she asked curiously. “It looks pretty high end.”

  “If I was going to worry, I’d have done that before letting you chain me to the wall,” Tom pointed out. She smiled and put the disk back into his pocket.

  “That’s true.”

  “You planning on unchaining me?” Tom asked.

  “Oh I don’t know. As long as you’re chained, I can have my fantasies about keeping you.” She gave him another of those wicked smiles that Tom did love and he could feel his cock take an interest, even if it was going to be a while before he could rightly do anything. “No protest?” she asked, running her hand up and down Tom’s chest.

  “I’ve got several hours before my captain comes looking and I plan to use them to sleep, anyway. I can’t see where it matters where I do it,” he lied. Fact was, doxies usually pushed him out of bed as fast as they could, so if he found one to let him stay around after, that was a bonus.

  She gave a laugh and got up. “You are one of a kind, Tom Frieden. If that captain of yours ever cuts you loose, you remember my job offer.” She came back to the bed with the controller and freed Tom’s hands.