The Pleasure Palace. Evangeline Anderson

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СКАЧАТЬ you going to put on your robe?” He grinned a little, amber eyes flashing. Blushing furiously, Shaina turned her back to him and began stripping off the black pleather jumpsuit with quick, jerky motions. She could feel Ty’s eyes on her back the whole time as she struggled with the sleeves, which seemed to want to cling to her arms.

      “Wait, Mistress. Stop, please. You require assistance.” The Glameron’s soft voice soothed her somehow and Shaina stopped struggling with the aggravating sleeves and just stood quietly for a moment. “A good slave will notice when his Mistress is in distress and act to help her before she asks,” Faron went on in a lecturing tone. “The essence of being the perfect slave is anticipation. You will know what your Mistress needs or desires before she knows it herself. Come, help your Mistress, Tyson.”

      “What? But I thought you were going to…” Shaina protested.

      “I don’t think I should…” Ty said at the same time.

      “The lesson begins here.” Faron cut them both off in a tone that was almost sharp. “I sense that subservience does not come easily to you, Master Tyson. And allowing yourself to be served comes even less easily and naturally to you, Mistress McCullough,” he said, turning toward Shaina, who still stood with her back to Ty. “But you must overcome these inhibitions and allow yourselves to serve and be served. Any falseness between you will be sensed immediately on Syrus Six and the result will be death, both for you and for my beloved Master Paul. So you must learn.”

      “Now, help your Mistress to disrobe, Master Tyson. Gently,” he added. Shaina felt the large, warm hands caress her shoulders a bit hesitantly as Ty helped her slip the offending jumpsuit’s sleeves off her arms. She stood with her arms crossed over her breasts, feeling glad that she had worn her best matching emerald green bra and panties set, as Ty pulled the suit down her waist and legs.

      “Here, Shaina, hold on to me,” he instructed in a low voice, as he knelt in front of her and pulled the suit’s legs over first one foot and then the other. Wordlessly, she did as he asked, bracing herself with both hands on his warm, golden shoulders to keep her balance while he undressed her like she was a child. The warmth of his body radiating against her legs made Shaina feel weak in the knees and she was very glad the symbiotes weren’t working yet. She would’ve hated for Ty to pick up her thoughts at this particular moment.

      When she was standing shivering in only her green underwear, Ty stood behind her and, like a butler, held out the robe for her to slip both arms into the sleeves. Shaina did so and then shivered again as he pulled her against him and reached in front of her to tie the sash at her waist. His warm, masculine scent and the long line of heat from his mostly naked body pressing against her back lit a fire in her lower belly and made her squeeze her thighs together tightly. Goddess…she wasn’t sure she could stand it.

      “Very good, Tyson.” Faron’s voice seemed to break some kind of a spell and Shaina felt Ty move reluctantly away from her; she missed his warmth immediately. “But you must learn to call her only Mistress. The first name is never an appropriate address for a slave to use for his master or mistress. We will speak more of it later, but for now, our hypersleep tubes await.”

      The Glameron saw them both comfortably settled in side-by-side tubes and then took the tube on the end for his own. As Shaina looked out of the small window at the front of her tube, she hoped that she was up to this challenge. Not of infiltrating Syrus Six and rescuing the Chancellor’s son but of having Ty serve her; she just wasn’t sure she could take it.

      6

      “Ty, please…I need you.” Her slender form moved beneath him, all cream and gold in the soft light. She looked so beautiful, like a creature made of moonlight. Her high, generous breasts were tipped with pale pink nipples, and the soft mound of reddish curls between her slightly parted legs glimmered faintly like spun rubies.

      “What do you need, sweetheart?” he whispered gently, running one hand down her smooth, creamy flank, loving the way she shivered and arched like a cat under his touch.

      “Need you inside me, filling me up.” She parted her thighs wider and he could see the pouting pink lips of her tender pussy spread wide for him, inviting him in. She was so wet for him, needed him so much. His cock was a throbbing bar of iron, urging him to do what she asked. Urging him to fill her completely and fuck her thoroughly. To Bond with her and make her his forever.

      “Fuck me, Ty…” she begged, writhing beneath him wantonly. He found that he was closer now, the head of his cock rubbing along that sweet, slippery flesh. She was hot inside, burning with need for him. “Fuck me,” she begged him again. “Fuck me and fill me up. Make me yours…always and only yours.” With a groan he felt himself giving in, pressing the head of his cock into her slick entrance, feeling her warm wetness envelop him completely as he buried himself to the hilt in her sweet, tight cunt…

      One dream merged into another. Hypersleep seemed to last forever.

      Ty woke up from a strangely familiar dream about his aunt Pinky. He was twelve again and it was about the time she had given him a real live gerbil in its own habitat.

      “It’s really alive? Not just a ’bot with synthi-fur?” he asked excitedly and Aunt Pinky had nodded her cotton-candy swirl of hair and smiled.

      “Got it on sale at the port, honey. The man selling them was going out of business. Look, I got you the food and everything.” She held out a box full of green pellets that looked like food replacements but smelled gross.

      “Yuck! He likes to eat this stuff?”

      “Sure does. That’s choco-dogs and carbo-chug to him.” Choco-dogs were his favorite. Aunt Pinky always knew.

      “Can I hold him?”

      “Sure can. Here…” She reached into the tiny square habitat and cupped the squirming bundle of fur in her elegant, long-nailed hand.

      “Oh, he’s so light and warm! Nothing like a ’bot. I’m gonna call him Mr. Wiggles.”

      “That’s right, honey. Now if you sit on the floor and hold Mr. Wiggles in your skirt, he’ll feel safe and get to know you.”

      “Okay…” He sat on the floor of his room and spread out the pale green striped synthi-cotton skirt, which had been another birthday present…

      No, wait a minute…this wasn’t right.

      Tyson opened his eyes at last in time to see the beveled front of his sleep tube sliding open. The robe he wore was slightly damp with perspiration. Hypersleep raised your body temperature a few degrees and it felt a little like having a fever when you first woke up, he remembered. With a shrug of his broad shoulders, he peeled the robe off.

      He tried to piece the rapidly deteriorating dream together…something about a gerbil and his aunt Pinky? But he had never had a gerbil or an aunt named Pinky. Choco-dogs made him queasy. And he had certainly never owned or worn a pale green striped skirt….

      “I know you didn’t. I did. Loved that skirt…gerbil chewed a hole in it and I caught blue holy hell from my mom.” It took Ty a minute to realize the voice was coming from inside his head. He turned to see the sleep tube next to him slide open and watched as Shaina slowly opened her still-dreamy ocean-green eyes.

      “Did you just talk inside my head?” he asked carefully, feeling distinctly strange about asking such a question. It seemed like something you would ask someone СКАЧАТЬ