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  “Maggie…Gods!” she heard him groan as she swirled her tongue around him and then explored the tip of his slit, lapping up the pearly droplets of precum that came out. It tasted, as always, like warm melted ice cream and Maggie eagerly sucked harder, wanting more, wishing she dared to go further. But it would be wrong, wouldn’t it? Her implant throbbed, urging her on and at the same time, the guilty little voice nagged at the back of her mind, saying it was wrong. Just then she heard the other master saying that it was enough.

  Belindah, his slave girl, sat back obediently and Maggie reluctantly did the same. God, why was she so eager to do what she knew she shouldn’t be doing? Why couldn’t she seem to stop? Was it the implant? Or did she simply love the way Kor groaned when she went down on him? Love giving him pleasure? Love…him?

  No, that’s crazy, she told herself uncertainly. I can’t have fallen in love with him—I haven’t known him long enough. And besides, I made a promise to Donald…

  “And now,” the other master said. “The Deep Kiss. This one takes practice to master, so don’t feel bad if your slave can’t get it at once,” he told Kor. “Just let her watch and copy what Belindah does. Belindah?” He nodded at his slave girl who bent over his lap again.

  This time she took his entire cock into her mouth. Maggie watched with growing lust as she sucked her master deeply.

  “Ah! That’s good!” he exclaimed and nodded at Maggie. “Well, go on. Do your best for your master, girl.”

  I shouldn’t, Maggie thought. Shouldn’t do it. Shouldn’t go so far—shouldn’t want to go so far. But somehow she couldn’t help herself—she did want to. Wanted to so damn badly. She craved the melted ice cream taste of Kor’s cum but even more, she craved the feel of his thick shaft throbbing between her lips and longed to hear his deep voice calling her name as she sucked him.

  “Maggie,” Kor murmured and she looked up to see him watching her. “Sweetheart,” he murmured, cupping her cheek. “You don’t have to.”

  “I want to,” she whispered. Unable to help herself, she leaned forward and took him deep in her mouth.

  * * * * *

  Kor watched in disbelief as she did what she had been avoiding the entire past week. No matter how much the implant made her crave his cum, Maggie had been extremely careful to only suck the tip of his cock. Now she was taking his entire shaft into her soft, sweet mouth, taking it as far as she could. And Gods, it felt so damn good. So fucking unbelievably incredible. And not just because her technique was considerably better than he’d told the other master, but because it was Maggie doing this. Because it was the woman he cared for so much. The female he…loved?

  No, that can’t be right, he told himself. I can’t love her. Why would I do something so stupid and self destructive as to fall in love with a female I can’t have?

  But as he stroked her soft curls and watched her lush lips caressing his cock, he had to admit that he felt deeply for her—more deeply than any other female he’d ever been with.

  Then Maggie released him. Well, that was that—clearly she'd finally come to her senses and—

  “Master,” she murmured, looking up at him. “Master, please…come for me. Please.”

  “Gods, Maggie,” he muttered hoarsely, watching her flushed face as she returned to her work on him. As she sucked him eagerly, he felt himself throb and knew he wanted to come for her. But not necessarily in her mouth. No, what he wanted more than anything was to bury his cock to the hilt in her pussy and fill her with his cum there. Somehow he knew if he did that, he would form an unbreakable tie that would keep them together forever. Then he would never have to let her go.

  Just thinking of tying Maggie to him forever made his cock throb even harder and he knew he was going to come.

  “Maggie,” he growled hoarsely. “Gods, sweetheart—that’s good.”

  Maggie looked up at him, her lovely deep blue eyes half-lidded with lust and he knew what she was thinking. Knew what she needed. He could almost hear her soft voice whispering that he should come for her, begging him to give himself up to the pleasure she was giving him.

  With a low groan, he felt the orgasm ripple up from the base of his balls and then he was coming, coming deep in her mouth with her sweet lips wrapped almost around the base of his cock, taking him as deeply as she could.

  If only it was her pussy. If only I was truly inside her! he thought. If only I could tie her to me forever… And then he lost himself in pleasure and couldn’t think anything at all.

  * * * * *

  Maggie drank his delicious melted ice cream cum thirstily, the implant pulsing strongly in her belly button as she did. She was aware of the guilt that was waiting to consume her but she wanted to hold it off just a bit longer. Wanted to enjoy Kor’s pleasure the way he told her he enjoyed hers when he went down on her and licked her pussy.

  And anyway, I had to do it, she defended herself against the guilt. The implant was throbbing so much I couldn’t stand it. And now it should leave me alone for a good long time so that’s good at least.

  But no matter how hard she tried to justify her actions, she simply couldn’t. Why had she acted as she had? Why had she done what she had avoided all week? Was it the implant…or was she becoming emotionally entangled with a man she barely knew?

  Well, not barely—she knew Kor well enough to know he was sweet and warm and kind and many, many other things. But still, she’d barely known him a week and most of that time she’d had a device in her that forced her to rely on him to quench her insatiable sexual thirst.

  It was hardly a good basis for a relationship—if Kor even wanted a relationship. It was true he had admitted he wanted her sexually but he had never said he wanted anything else. Never hinted he wanted any kind of a life with her after all this was over. Never…

  “Very good—she seems to be a quick study.” The voice other master, who Maggie had practically forgotten about, interrupted her guilty thoughts as she sat back and licked her lips.

  “Indeed. She’s…amazing,” Kor murmured thickly. “More than I even ever thought possible.”

  “Well, it seems that your problem is solved. You won’t have to visit the House of Denethor to get her implant fixed after all,” the other master said.

  “I guess not.” Kor still sounded distracted as he fastened his trousers. “The House of Denethor, you say?”

  “Indeed—Master Hobbs did my slave’s implant there. He truly is the best, don’t you think?”

  “I suppose so.” Kor seemed to realize something was wrong with Maggie because he was looking at her anxiously. “Are you all right, sweetheart?” he asked in a low voice.

  “Fine.” Maggie looked away. “Just…fine.”

  “Well you don’t look so fine,” he said, frowning. “In fact—” But just then, the pass orb which he had hung around his neck for safe keeping, began to flash and jingle.

  “Well, look at that,” the other master said, smiling jovially. “It appears that your block is ready. Better run—Belindah and I missed ours the first time and it took forever to come round again.”

  “Of course. Good bye and thank you for the, er, instruction.” Kor rose and helped Maggie to her feet as well. “Come on, blondie—let’s go.”

  Chapter Twenty-eight

  “All right, what’s wrong?” Kor demanded as soon as they were safely aboard their moving glass block in privacy. Well, relative privacy, anyway. On either side of them, as well as above and below, Kor could see other masters with their slaves in their respective blocks. Some were engaged in sexual acts, some simply relaxing on their beds. It was an odd and somewhat invasive environment despite their isolation, but Kor barely noticed it—what he was mostly concerned with was Maggie. “Well?” he said again when she didn’t answer.

  “Nothing,” Maggie murmured, but she wouldn’t meet his eyes. Wouldn’t even look at him.

  Kor sighed and sank down on the large double sleeping platform which took up much of the small room. “I can tell you’