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  “Well, because…you’ve been touching me all day, making me feel good, helping me not to hurt. And I haven’t, uh, reciprocated at all.”

  “You don’t have to,” Kor said gently. “I like touching you—hell, I fucking love it. It’s not your fault helping you out makes me hard. Besides, I’m a big boy—I can take care of myself.”

  He slipped one large hand under the covers and Maggie watched with wide eyes as the bedspread twitched with the movement of his stroking.

  “Kor,” she said suddenly. “I…could I see?”

  He raised an eyebrow at her. “You want to watch?”

  Blushing, Maggie nodded. She didn’t know why she wanted to see him touch himself but somehow she couldn’t get over the urge. And besides, watching isn’t touching. It should be all right, she told herself, trying to still her guilty conscience.

  Obligingly, Kor pushed back the covers, revealing his long, hard cock. It was fully erect, standing straight up from the place between his legs, pulsing with obvious desire. He encircled his thick shaft with his free hand and looked down at Maggie.

  “Ready?” he asked, his voice a low, needy growl.

  Wordlessly, Maggie nodded.

  “All right, then.” Slowly, he began to stroke himself, his large hand sliding up the long, throbbing shaft and down again in a deliberate rhythm that made her throat dry and her hands itch to touch him. Resolutely, Maggie curled her fingers into fists, telling herself she couldn’t do that, that she mustn’t go that far.

  Except you already went that far—remember, the night you first met him? Remember how you touched him when you were washing the verium off him? whispered a snarky little voice in her brain. Remember how good he felt in your hands, the way he groaned when you stroked him? When you were almost jerking him off…?

  Shut up. I was not! Maggie told the voice, trying desperately to push away the desire that came along with the memories. God, how she longed to touch him again—just once. But she couldn’t…couldn’t let herself do that. It would be wrong.

  Kor, meanwhile, was getting closer and closer to the edge. Maggie watched in fascination as his big hand began to move more quickly, slipping with the ease of long practice over his bare shaft. The broad head of his cock was dark—almost ready to erupt—she could see droplets of precum beading there, just at the tiny slit. Every muscle in his big body was rock hard and tight as a wire, she could feel his tension from the hard pec under her cheek down to the muscular thigh between her legs. And then, finally, with a low groan, he came.

  “Gods, Maggie,” he groaned softly as his cock began to spurt, decorating his flat belly with droplets of white cream. “Feels so good…having you up against me. Just wish I could feel your sweet little pussy wrapped around my cock…instead of pressing against my thigh.”

  Maggie felt herself blushing again at his blatant desire. He wanted her and made no secret of it, even though he knew they couldn’t be together. It was flattering and arousing to have such a big, strong warrior wanting her…touching her. Maggie just wished she could touch him back. She raised her hand, wanting to stroke his still hard cock…and the tiny diamond chip in her engagement ring winked at her reprovingly.

  No, she told herself. No, I can’t…I shouldn’t…

  She put her hand back down but she couldn’t stop watching him. He had finished coming but his shaft was still as hard as ever and his flat belly was dotted with creamy cum. He was breathing hard, his chest rising and falling fast with the aftermath of his pleasure and his eyes were shut tight, showing surprisingly long, dark lashes that fanned against his high cheekbones.

  As she watched him, the implant in her belly button pulsed strongly and Maggie had a sudden urge she could neither explain or deny. It was stronger than the wish to touch him—stronger even than her need to have him touch her. So strong, in fact, that she couldn’t stop herself from acting on it.

  Sitting up, she leaned over him and tasted a droplet of his cum, lapping it delicately from his flat stomach like a cat tasting milk. It seemed to melt on her tongue like warm ice cream—a sweet and unexpectedly delicious flavor she hadn’t expected but was nonetheless, instantly addicted to.

  Eagerly, she leaned closer and began to lick more, dragging the flat of her tongue over his sharp hipbones and across his muscular abs, cleaning away every last droplet of cum as though she was licking an ice cream cone.

  Kor’s eyes opened wide as he suddenly seemed to realize what was going on.

  “Hey, whoa—wait a minute, blondie,” he protested, propping himself up on one elbow. “What are you doing?”

  Maggie stopped for a minute in mid lick. “I…don’t know,” she confessed, confusion over taking her. What was she doing and why was she doing it? “I just suddenly…I wanted to taste your…your cream.” She licked her lips guiltily and sat back. “I don’t know why—I just wanted to do it and I couldn’t…couldn’t seem to stop myself.”

  “Hmmm.” Kor frowned. “Sit up a little more—let me see the implant.”

  Maggie raised up obediently and they both watched as the ruby implant flickered warningly.

  “Is it ramping up again?” Kor asked, his deep voice anxious. “Giving you pain or problems?”

  “I…don’t think so.” Maggie shook her head hesitantly. “It just seemed to make me want to…to do what I just did,” she ended, blushing. She looked up at him. “Oh my God, Kor, I’ve never…I don’t have any kind of a…a fetish for this kind of thing. I don’t understand what’s happening.”

  “I do,” he said grimly. “Didn’t the slaver say the implant was good for making the slave implanted want to give her master oral pleasure?”

  “I guess so,” Maggie said doubtfully. “Does that mean I won’t be able to help wanting to…to suck you?”

  “I don’t think so. I mean, you didn’t have the urge to lean over and…” Kor raised an eyebrow at her and indicated his cock.

  “No…” Maggie eyed his still-hard shaft, wondering if it would ever go down. “I only felt the urge when I saw you…saw you come. It just looked…looked so good to me. I had to…” She stopped abruptly because she had just noticed something—there was a single, pearly white drop of cum still on him, beading just at the tip of his slit on the broad head of his cock.

  Kor seemed to sense something was wrong at once. “What?” he asked, searching her face anxiously. “What is it, sweetheart?”

  The implant was pulsing again, making her crave what she knew she shouldn’t have.

  “Kor,” she whispered, her throat dry. “I think…I want…I can’t help myself—I want to do this.”

  Leaning over him again, she grasped his thick shaft in her hand and dragged the flat of her tongue over the plum-shaped head of his cock, capturing the last tiny droplet which melted like ice cream on her tongue.

  Kor drew in a ragged breath but held still for the operation. He watched Maggie closely as she finished and sat back, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand guiltily.

  “I’m sorry,” she whispered, looking down. “I…I couldn’t help myself.”

  “It’s all right, blondie,” he murmured hoarsely. “It’s just the implant. And speaking of that damn thing…” he went on in a surprised voice. “Look at it.”

  Maggie looked down at her belly button and was surprised to see that the implant had stopped blinking almost completely. They continued to watch it for a full minute and in that whole time it only pulsed twice.

  “Wow…” Kor gave a shaky laugh. “What the hell. I think maybe we found the answer to our sleep problem—at least for tonight.”

  “Maybe you’re right.” Maggie knew she ought to feel guilty and wrong and part of her did. But the rest of her—more specifically, the parts affected by the implant—felt almost completely content for the first time. For some reason the implant seemed to respond to the taste of Kor’s cum. She looked at him. “So…are we going to have to do this every night?”

  He sighed. “Honestly, sweetheart, I don’t know.