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  “But I don’t own him,” Kaylee protested, but her cool little hand was traveling over his chest and rib cage anyway, exploring him in a gentle caress that did strange things to Solar’s insides.

  “Not yet anyway,” Lyra said. “No, no, Kaylee—touch lower. There—test his package and make sure his shaft is big enough.”

  “Big enough for what?” Blushing, Kaylee ran her hand down the length of Solar’s flat stomach to the crotch of his tight leather trousers. “You know I would never let him…well, you know, penetrate me.”

  “Of course not—no decent female would! But you want to show him off. You can’t have a body-slave with a small shaft. It simply isn’t done.”

  “Um…” Kaylee’s small, smooth fingers slid down the length of his suddenly aching shaft, making Solar bite the inside of his cheek with frustration. Did the little female have any idea what she was doing to him? It was humiliating to be so hard and on display in public. Gods, if he could just get out of these bindings he’d make her pay for forcing him to react this way against his will!

  “Look at that—he’s standing at attention for you, Kaylee!” Lyra gave a high, irritating laugh. “Now why didn’t he do that for me?”

  Solar glared at her. Possibly it was a good thing that he couldn’t speak right now. If he’d been able to put his thoughts into words he was certain it would’ve earned him a flogging.

  “He, um, seems large enough,” Kaylee said nervously, pulling her hand away at last, to Solar’s mingled regret and relief. “But I just don’t think—”

  “We’ll take him,” Lyra said decisively, speaking to the slaver and completely ignoring her friend. “And we want the pain collar too.”

  “That will be exxxtra,” the slaver hissed.

  “Money is no object.” Lyra gestured grandly. “We just want to be sure we have the perfect body-slave for my friend, here.”

  “But Lyra,” the other girl tried to protest. “I told you I don’t want such a large slave!”

  “Yes, you do.” Lyra looked at Solar who glared mutely back at her. “And don’t worry, Kaylee. Once we get him back to the dungeon room at your Aunt Jamelda’s place I’ll show you exactly how to discipline and train him. He’ll be on his knees calling you Mistress and begging to lick your pussy before you know it.”

  “Well…” Kaylee looked up at him uncertainly. “I don’t know about that. But if you’re sure you can teach me the right way to handle him…All right, I guess I’ll take him.”

  Solar narrowed his eyes, a silent growl rising in his throat.

  You’re going to be the one getting handled and taken, little Mistress, he thought. You’ll regret the day you bought me—I promise you that!

  Chapter Two

  Kaylee looked at her new body slave with more than a little trepidation. She hadn’t planned on getting such a large male—or such a wild looking one. Despite the slaver’s reassurance that he was tamed and trained, the look in those pale green, gold-ringed eyes made her think otherwise. But he didn’t say a word of protest as the lumpish security Crangs led him out to the fancy space flyer her Aunt Jamelda had left her, along with everything else in her will.

  Kaylee had wanted to let him ride in the front, strapped into one of the passenger chairs but Lyra had put her foot down. Slaves belonged in the cargo hold until they were properly broken, she said, and she was determined to be certain this Havoc male was perfectly trained before she trusted him out in public.

  The whole training ritual made Kaylee nearly as nervous as owning a slave in the first place. Lyra claimed he had to be broken to her will, whatever that meant. Kaylee wasn’t looking forward to the process of trying to “break” such a large male in any way.

  She sighed as she thought back to her life just a month ago. She’d been living in relative obscurity on the other side of Yonnie Six, working as a shop girl in Tulga, a little town without much to recommend it. Still, Kaylee had been raised there and she’d been perfectly happy until her mother died about a year ago from an incurable wasting disease. She’d grieved a long time, missing the kind and gentle woman who raised her. Then she’d taken stock of her life and realized she wanted more—more of what, exactly, she didn’t know. But she did know she wasn’t content to live the rest of her life in Tulga.

  Luckily, just at that moment fate took a hand. She got word that her great Aunt Jamelda, her mother’s only living relative, had just passed away in a freak cliff jumping accident. Jamelda had been seventy-six at the time and well past her prime but in all her pictures, she didn’t appear much older than Kaylee’s own age of twenty-three. Either she had wonderful genetics or she was addicted to enhancement surgery. Whatever the cause, it seemed she liked living life to the fullest and when Kaylee had learned that she had inherited a fortune, and a mansion in Opulex—the capital city of Yonnie Six—she had decided to follow her great aunt’s example.

  Unfortunately, living up to her great aunt included keeping up appearances. Kaylee had felt completely lost the first time she came to a society function. It hadn’t helped that everyone there had ignored her entirely, even after the head body-slave had announced her as the heir of the great Jamelda.

  Kaylee had wandered around feeling lost until Lyra had come up to her. Since she was the only one who was kind enough to speak to her, Kaylee had latched onto her quickly. Her new friend had kindly explained that her clothing was all wrong and her lack of a body slave was a social faux pas which couldn’t be excused under any circumstances.

  Kaylee had invited Lyra back to the mansion her great aunt had left her and led her from room to room as Lyra’s eyes grew wider and wider. She had decided on the spot to make Kaylee her new “project” and together they were changing her image from that of a poor, timid girl who didn’t know which way was up to a sophisticated woman with the world at her fingertips.

  The first step had been clothes. Looking down at the too-short skirt she was wearing, which barely covered her panties, Kaylee felt a twinge of unease. In boring little Tulga, the tiny skirt and low-cut top that nearly showed her nipples would have been considered obscene. But in Opulex, where the most wealthy and powerful mistresses made their homes, it was everyday wear. Indeed, Lyra had assured her that her outfit was positively frumpy. She’d already picked out some gowns for the next society fling that made Kaylee blush just to look at them.

  But I won’t be going to any society function if I don’t get this slave trained correctly, Kaylee reminded herself uneasily. She thought of him sitting back in the cargo hold and felt a surge of concern. Was he all right back there? Like all Yonnites, she didn't consider males equals, but she didn’t like having one as a slave either. There were a few free males living on the fringes of Tulga and everyone had been content to leave them alone. Then again, those had been shy, quiet specimens, most of them no larger than any of the women in town and some were quite a bit smaller. None of them were anything like the huge, imposing male Lyra had talked her into buying.

  “Well, get ready, we’re almost here!” Lyra chirped, pulling Kaylee away from her worried musings. She was driving and she handled the fast little ship Great Aunt Jamelda had left Kaylee like she’d been born to do it. Her own family was proud but not nearly as wealthy as some of the mistresses in Opulex. Also, Lyra was a second daughter which meant her older sister would inherit everything once their mother died. Still, she didn’t seem to let this fact bother her—she was unfailingly cheerful and if she was a little pushy sometimes, Kaylee was willing to forgive her. After all, Lyra was her only friend in the sprawling, impersonal city and she was happy to have her.

  Lyra steered the ship into a small, private entrance at the bottom of the towering building Great Aunt Jamelda had left Kaylee. When she’d learned that the entire huge skyscraper was now hers, she’d been astounded. Most of the floors were rented out to other, lesser mistresses but Aunt J, as Kaylee affectionately thought of her, had kept the top three for herself.

  The little ship settled into the private