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  “No, I can’t,” she whispered and fresh tears filled her eyes. “You should know that. I thought you knew about these implant things.”

  “I know they’re dangerous if you let someone who doesn’t know they're doing go fucking around with them,” he said, frowning. “I’ve heard stories of escaped slaves who tried to deal with their own implants…” He shook his head. “Anyway, what’s going on?”

  “I can’t feel my own hands when I…when I touch myself there.” Maggie nodded at the spot between her legs. “It’s like I’m totally numb from my lower pelvis to my upper thighs. I can’t feel anything when I touch myself except the need getting worse and worse, no matter how hard I try.”

  Kor frowned and placed a hand on her thigh. “Can you feel this?”

  Maggie threw back her head with a little gasp. “Ah! God, yes. That I can feel. I just can’t feel my own hands…my own fingers.”

  “So you can’t help yourself,” Kor murmured, frowning. Apparently the implant was worse than he’d imagined. Suddenly the slaver’s promise that Maggie would be eager to do anything to get him to touch her made more sense. The implant didn’t just increase a slave’s desire—it made them physically unable to get relief from anyone but their master.

  “No.” Maggie put a hand to her face, hiding her eyes. “No, I can’t…can’t help myself.”

  Kor frowned. “Who the hell designed that thing? I’m going to have something to say to them after they get it out of you. Fucking sick bastard.”

  “I just…I can’t…” Maggie was looking more and more distressed. “Kor,” she burst out. “It hurts. I mean, it feels good but it’s too good. Too much. I can’t…can’t stand it!”

  “Do you need help?” He looked at her directly. “Look, blondie, I don’t want to take advantage. But if you really can’t stand it…”

  “I…” She looked down in shame, her hands twisting in her lap. “It’s awful, Kor. I feel like my nerves are on fire. I guess…I guess I do need help.”

  Kor sat and looked at her for a long moment. She was breathing hard and her tousled curls framed a flushed face. The thin scarlet band that encircled her breasts had pulled down on one side, baring one plump, dark pink nipple and part of the tiny red skirt was flipped up, showing just a hint of her soft little pussy. She was so beautiful—so desirable—it hurt Kor to look at her. But it hurt him even more to see her in pain. He wanted to help her but he didn’t want to add to that pain, didn’t want to overload her with guilt.

  “Maggie, look at me,” he said quietly, lifting her chin. At first she refused to meet his eyes. Kor waited patiently, refusing to give up. At last, she looked up at him reluctantly.

  “What?” she asked in a small voice.

  “This desire inside you, this need, it isn’t your fault,” Kor told her firmly. “It’s the implant. And I know I’m not the male you want to help you, but your fiancé isn’t here—I’m afraid I’m it.”

  “I know you are,” she whispered. “I just…I feel so guilty asking for your help. Asking you to…”

  “To do what’s necessary,” Kor said softly. “To give you what you need, to ease your pain. Do you think your fiancé would want you to be hurting? Would he want you in agony?”

  She bit her lip. “No, I don’t…don’t think so.”

  “Then you have to let me help you,” Kor told her. “And you need to let go of the guilt. It’s not your fault, Maggie. You can’t help this—you can only deal with it as it comes. And I’m the only one here to help you deal with it.”

  She looked away. “I can’t believe you even want to. I thought you hated me for—”

  “For staying true to your intended? No.” Kor shook his head. “Your loyalty is one of the things I love about you, Maggie. One of the things that makes me want you so badly.”

  “Oh, Kor…” Her eyes flitted to his for a moment and then she looked just as quickly away.

  “I won’t lie about that,” he went on, roughly. “I do want you. But I know your heart belongs to someone else. So I swear to you here and now to only do what is necessary to ease your pain. I won’t take advantage of you, Maggie. Do you understand?”

  Slowly, she nodded. “Thank you.”

  “You’re welcome.” Kor stroked the tousled curls out of her face and looked at her directly. “Do you need my help now?”

  She nodded again, her eyes filled with pain. It hurt his heart to see that mixture of need and shame in her lovely face. He wanted to erase it somehow but he didn’t know how. All he could do was try to make this as easy for her as possible.

  He longed to take her in his arms and kiss her, to hold her close while he brought her to the edge. Instead he extended a single hand to her and rested his fingertips lightly on her thigh.

  “Do you want to do it the same way?” he asked. “Want me to cup you and let you rub against me?”

  “Yes,” she whispered, unable to meet his eyes. "Please."

  “Then raise your skirt, for me, sweetheart, and spread your legs,” Kor directed. “Let me give you what you need.”

  Her face flushed with shame, Maggie did as he asked. Slowly she got to her knees on the broad cushion of the couch and spread her legs. Then, hands trembling, she lifted the tiny red skirt.

  Kor couldn’t keep a low curse from escaping him. He’d thought she was hot and in need before, when she was on the block. But that was nothing to what he saw now. Her little cunt was swollen with need, the outer lips parting to show her dark pink folds and the ripe little button of her clit. Her juices were also flowing freely, coating her pussy and inner thighs with her honey, making him long to bend down and lap it up from the source. His cock surged in his pants, snarling for release. Gods, how he wanted to worship her sweet pussy with his tongue!

  Sternly, Kor controlled himself. He was only giving her what she needed, he reminded himself. Only easing her pain. He wouldn’t go there, wouldn’t taste her, unless it was absolutely necessary.

  He wasn’t wearing gloves this time—a fact that wasn’t lost on him as he reached between her legs and cupped her sweet, open cunt. Gods, she was hot—and so wet his palm was immediately drenched. Oh yes, she needed this badly.

  Maggie moaned breathlessly and held herself back for only a moment before settling more firmly into his hand. Kor could see the overwhelming desire in her eyes, could feel the soft, hot, wetness in the palm of his hand and he knew how desperate she was.

  “All right, blondie,” he murmured, trying to control his own lust. “It’s all right—I’m going to take care of you.” Slowly he spread her pussy lips and slid two fingers into her slippery folds, bracketing her clit just as he had before.

  Maggie cried out and rubbed against him but this time the action didn’t seem to satisfy her. Leaning forward, she gripped his arm with one small hand, her eyes wild.

  “Please, Kor…I need…inside me. Please.”

  She needs penetration—like before, Kor realized. “All right, sweetheart,” he murmured.

  His cock surged again but he ignored it and slid two fingers deep into her tight channel. Gods, how he wished it was his tongue or his cock instead! But he squashed the thought quickly. That’s not what Maggie wants—not what she needs, he told himself sternly. This is what she needs. Just this and nothing more.

  With his thumb, he began a slow stroking motion over her swollen clit. Maggie’s eyes fluttered closed and she let out a low, breathless moan. Then she began to move, rolling her hips in time with his rhythm as he thrust deep into her core, filling her as well as he could with his fingers.

  It didn’t take long for her to come. Kor knew when it happened because her grip on his arm tightened and her inner walls began to contracting around his invading fingers. But best of all he liked the soft little cries that were torn from her lips. Cries that sounded suspiciously like his name…Gods, he could imagine her crying and moaning like that when he was on top of her, could imagine her scratching his back and pulling his hair, begging him to take her harde