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  Bracing herself with one hand on his hip, she reached between his legs and captured him, cupping the hot velvet shaft firmly and circling it with her fingers.

  “Lissa…Gods!” Saber gasped and pumped hard into her hand. He was breathing harder now, almost panting, his muscular chest expanding like a bellows with each breath.

  Lissa stroked him, taking care not to lose her rhythm as she continued to fuck. The buzzing of the vibe was beginning to get to her. With every thrust it rubbed against her clit just the right way as the rod bumped the end of her channel. The pleasure was beginning to build and she felt that part of her, the mistress part, beginning to come out into the open, just as it had the night she had first made Saber come.

  “Is this all right?” she murmured in a low voice, stroking and thrusting at the same time. “Is this how you like to be touched? How you need to be fucked?”

  “Gods!” Saber appeared to be losing himself as well. His shaft was throbbing in her hand and his hips were bucking back to meet hers, matching her rhythm as he gave himself to the pleasure she was giving him.

  “Is it?” Lissa insisted, with a particularly deep thrust. Forgotten was the fact that they had been forced into this act, forgotten were all her fears that it would change things between them. All she could feel was the push and thrust of the silver rod inside her, all she could hear were the low groans of pleasure being ripped from her lover’s throat as she thrust into him, harder and harder.

  But still he didn’t come.

  Lissa was close herself. She could feel her orgasm building and she knew she didn’t want to come alone. She needed Saber to come with her, needed to give him the same pleasure she was experiencing at the same time. Suddenly she remembered that certain spot inside him that had made him jump and gasp when she pressed it with her fingers. Maybe if she got just a little higher on her knees and angled the rod a certain way…

  “Oh! Gods, Lissa!” Saber’s deep shout vibrated through her entire body and his big form clenched like a fist.

  She was worried at once. “Did I hurt you?”

  “No.” He shook his head, his eyes still tightly closed. “No, do it…do it again. And this time don’t stop.”

  Lissa took a firmer grip on his cock and thrust at an angle again. And again and again as Saber groaned beneath her and thrust back. Broken words fell from his lips and every muscle in his big body was tight.

  “Lissa…amalla. There…right there. Gods, please…please…yes. Take me harder. Fuck me!”

  Lissa felt a surge of power mixed with a rush of tenderness. To think that Saber would open himself to her, would allow himself to be so vulnerable made her love him all the more.

  As her sense of power grew, so did her own pleasure. She gave a final strangled moan and pumped hard into him, feeling the silver rod penetrate both of them to the core. At the same time the buzzing vibe pressed hard against the tender button of her clit, sending her into the stratosphere as the most intense orgasm she’d had so far rocked her to her foundations.

  Saber was apparently finding release as well. He moaned her name and she could feel his thick shaft spasming in her hand. Spurt after spurt of hot seed wet her fingers with his release as he came over and over. The mutual pleasure seemed to tie them together, creating a special space occupied only by them. Lissa had never felt so close to him.

  We made love, she thought, wonderingly. It wasn’t what I thought it would be like my first time but that was making love, all the same. The only way it could have been better would be if Saber had given her the Deep Touch. But then, he was going to do that as soon as they got back to the Mother Ship so she didn’t have long to wait.

  At last Saber groaned and collapsed, his big body utterly limp and spent. Lissa draped herself against his back and kissed him between the shoulder blades.

  “I love you,” she whispered, stroking his heaving side with one hand. “Goddess, Saber, I love you so much. That was…amazing. The way you gave yourself to me…”

  He twitched under her and muttered something.

  “What?” Lissa leaned forward to hear.

  “Out of me.” His deep voice sounded tired and not very happy. “Get it out of me, now.”

  “Sorry! I didn’t realize…” Lissa sat up and quickly slid the vibrating rod out, then turned it off. “Better?” she asked timidly.

  “Yes…” He rolled on his side and took a deep breath. “Much.”

  “Did…did I hurt you?” Lissa wanted to touch him. Wanted to run her fingers through his hair, which was damp with sweat, but somehow she didn’t dare.

  “No.” He grimaced and sat up. Moving to the side of the bed, he put his head in his hands a moment and breathed deeply, his sides heaving. “No I’m…fine.”

  “You don’t seem fine,” Lissa objected.

  But he only shook his head and repeated, “I’m fine.” He cast a quick look in her direction and his eyes hardened. “Get that damn thing off, will you? We need to get out of here.”

  “Oh. Of course.” Lissa fumbled for the straps and winced as the silver rod slid out of her pussy. She felt empty inside now and not just for the lack of the rod. “Saber…” she began. “About what just happened…”

  Saber’s broad shoulders hunched. “It’s over,” he said flatly. “Let’s just…not mention it again, all right?”

  Lissa felt a rush of panic. Goddess, it was happening. Just as Lady Pope’nose had predicted—Saber was withdrawing from her. Now that she had taken him, he hated her.

  “Saber,” she whispered brokenly. “I…I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean—”

  “Nothing to be sorry about.” But he didn’t meet her eyes. Instead, he fumbled for his black trousers and pulled them on as though he couldn’t wait to cover himself.

  Lissa put her clothing back on too, slipping into the discarded panties and rumpled black and white dress as though in a dream. It was true—she had ruined their relationship. Maybe she had hurt him somehow. Or maybe it was as Lady Pope’nose had said—forcing a man’s pleasure stripped him of his dignity. Either way, Saber hated her now and she didn’t blame him one bit.

  “Well now.” The door opened and Lady Pope’nose came in. In one hand was the blue laminated scroll. She came to a stop in front of the bed where Saber was still sitting, putting on his boots. “That was quite a show you put on,” she purred, holding out the scroll. “More than worth the price of this old document, I do believe.”

  “Shut up.” Saber snatched the scroll from her hands and stood up, towering over her. “You got what you wanted. Now we’re going.”

  “I think we all got what we wanted, if what I saw was any indication.” Lady Pope’nose gave him a nasty grin. “And how did you enjoy being dominated, my dear? Did it fulfill a need, deep down in your soul that you didn’t even know you had? Does it make you want to bend over and beg your sweet mistress to fuck your ass over and over again?”

  “Leave him alone!” Lissa pushed her way between them and faced Lady Pope’nose with her hands on her hips. “Haven’t you done enough damage?”

  “I think it was you who did the damage, my dear.” Lady Pope’nose smirked. “Excellent technique, by the way—for a novice you did extremely well. In fact, I don’t believe I’ve ever seen a slave so thoroughly dominated and fucked in all my years.”

  “Gods.” Saber pushed past her and headed for the door.

  Lissa spared one last glare at Lady Pope’nose. “You’re a horrible person,” she said, trying to keep the tears of rage and sorrow that rose in her eyes from falling. “I hope you end up just like Lady Hake’bean. That would be exactly what you deserve.”

  Then she followed Saber down the long hallway. He was striding fast, however, and she didn’t catch up with him until he was already over the threshold and out into the dark, steamy night.

  “Saber wait, please.” She grabbed him by the arm and tried to get him to face her. “Please,” she pleaded when he wouldn’t turn. “Don’t listen to her. You know what a horrib