Chains of Desire by Natasha Moore

worry,” Fawn said, still smoothing Marvel Cream over
Hanna’s newly bared skin. “You have a responsive body. Your Master will surely
be pleased with you.”
    “But you three are still sex slaves, right? Even if you work
here at the slave station? Do you still have Masters to please? Do you have any
choice?”
    “None of us have any choice but to please our Masters.
Whoever they are at the time,” Fawn said.
    “So no slave stays with the same Master forever?” Hanna
asked.
    “Some do,” Starr said softly. “Rarely, but it happens.”
    “But never fall in love with a Master. It’s not permitted,”
Fawn said sharply. Her fingers dug into Hanna’s skin. “And never make the
mistake of thinking a Master loves you. A Master can be attentive, even seem
fond of a slave. But Masters don’t fall in love with sex slaves.” She rose
abruptly and crossed the room.
    “I think she must have fallen in love with one of her
Masters,” Treena whispered.
    “Poor Fawn,” Starr whispered back.
    That would explain her harshness. If a sex slave never
remained with the same Master, no wonder falling in love would be forbidden.
    Fawn returned with more oil. “Turn over.” Her voice was soft
and musical again.
    Hanna rolled over onto her stomach and three pairs of hands
smoothed oil onto her skin. Calmness flowed through her system and she relaxed
into the cushion. She closed her eyes and an image of Jarrod, his dark skin,
his sexy tattoo, appeared to her. His hands on her body hadn’t relaxed her, but
made her come alive. Would any other Master do the same? She suddenly felt
restless again, even with the treated oil covering her entire body. She shifted
beneath their hands.
    Fawn must have sensed her unease. “We are almost done with
the oil,” she said softly. “The preparations are tedious, but necessary.” She
helped Hanna to her feet. For the first time she noticed the erotic brush of
air against her bare woman’s flesh. “Now for the collars and cuffs. And some
additional work ordered by the king.”
    * * * * *
    “Marcko says Gaylock left the planet three days ago,” Micah
said as he entered the cockpit of the Galaxy .
    Jarrod looked up at Micah as he dropped into the pilot’s
seat. They’d just gotten the Galaxy out of the repair shop and Jarrod
had gone inside to program the coordinates to Ceylon 7. “Hope he goes back to
the mines and chokes to death on tranium dust.” He turned back to the nav
system. He was almost done. Micah was a gifted pilot, but a little sloppy when
it came to navigating. He’d be on his own for this trip, so Jarrod wanted to
get the trip mapped out right.
    “So what’s the plan?” Micah asked.
    Jarrod froze, his fingers on the keyboard. He took a deep
breath. “What plan?”
    “To rescue the princess.”
    “What are you talking about?”
    “My friend, I know you too well. She got under your skin and
you and I both know it.”
    “Nah. She was just…” But when it came down to it, he
couldn’t deny she was more than just a sex slave. The princess had been on
Jarrod’s mind constantly since the moment he left her behind. Somehow in a
couple nights, she’d become much more.
    “Then why are you programming the navigation system now?”
    Jarrod shrugged. “Just getting it out of the way.”
    Micah leaned back in his seat and crossed his thick arms
over his chest. “I’m not taking off for Ceylon 7 without you and you’re going
to need me to break her out of the slave station.”
    There was no reason to deny it. Micah was going to find out
sooner or later that he’d be leaving without his navigator. Jarrod sighed and
turned away from the control panel. “I don’t want you involved.”
    “We’re partners. I have to be involved.”
    “I’ll do it myself and get to Ceylon 7 as soon as I can.”
    “How are you going to get her off the planet without the Galaxy ?”
    Jarrod shrugged. “I’ll figure something out.” He already had
his eye on a little speeder with