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  Lex tossed two of the chains to Shadow, who caught them without looking. “Help me get these on her. She won’t be out long.”

  Shadow clamped the chains on her hand and foot, while he took care of her other side. “You worry too much,” Shadow said in a bored tone.

  “And you don’t worry enough,” Lex retorted. He’d seen the way Captain Hawk looked at her. It wasn’t the way a Slaver surveyed his cargo. There was want in their leader’s eyes. Want that ran far deeper than simple desire.

  Lex was concerned. So was the rest of the crew, since this woman had betrayed her leader. Shadow was the only one who seemed oblivious. He would do well to give Opal a wide berth.

  * * * * *

  Opal came awake with a start. Chains encircled her wrists and ankles. She pulled at them and her skin prickled. A quick look confirmed her worst fears. She was naked and she wasn’t alone. It took Opal a second to figure out where she was and what was happening. When she did, her anger returned with a vengeance.

  She was going to kill Hawk the next time she saw him. No one did this to her and lived. The two men who’d transferred her from her containment pod into the pleasure chamber surveyed their handiwork.

  “You’re both dead,” she snarled.

  “That should hold her,” the fair one said as if she hadn’t spoken.

  He stepped back and hit a button on the wall. The chains retracted, lifting Opal’s body off the ground. They didn’t stop until she was flat against the wall, arms and legs spread wide.

  “There’s a drain on the floor if you need to relieve yourself.” The Sorce pointed to a stained slotted circle beneath her dangling body.

  Opal wrinkled her nose in disgust and glared at them, but they ignored her as they checked the chains once more.

  “The wall you’re secured to will tilt back automatically in a few hours so you can sleep,” the blond said. “You should probably rest while you can.” He chuckled knowingly.

  Opal tugged at the shackles. The chains rattled and creaked, but held.

  “You cannot escape,” the Sorce said. “I personally prepared those chains for the captain.”

  She glanced at the chains and noticed a light green sheen to them. Magic...

  The Sorce grinned, then stepped out of the room. His friend followed and shut the door behind them.

  Gooseflesh rose on Opal’s arms and legs as she looked around the space. It was filled with phalluses of various sizes and shapes, along with whips, clamps, inserts, and feathers. Opal shuddered.

  She’d heard about rooms like this. They were created to break people. Had she been brought here for preparation? Did they intend to get her ready for the slave market? A flash of disappointment washed over her. Opal ruthlessly brushed it aside, focusing instead on her anger.

  Only one person on this ship could’ve ordered her transfer to this vile room. Hawk! She intended to make that blue-skinned, muscle-bound Slaver pay for this one way or another.

  * * * * *

  Hawk sat in his seat on the bridge, staring out the viewer screen at the vast wilderness of space. Stars twinkled in the distance, their golden light beckoning his wanderer’s soul.

  His men positioned themselves in front of the bank of instrument panels that lined the curved walls, running diagnostics to ensure the ship was ready for its next jump. Hawk watched their fingers fly over the buttons and screens. Other than an occasional beep, they worked in silence.

  Hawk had gathered the motley bunch over the years, handpicking them one by one to work by his side.

  Fallon, his friend and First, had joined him when Hawk was just a homeless shifter out for revenge against the beings who’d blown up his planet. Reaper, a wraith-like being with a twisted sense of humor, found them while they were raiding a planet. He’d never had much opportunity to use his unique ability to lose form, so he’d jumped at the chance to be part of the crew. His gift had come in handy in more than one fight. Nothing Reaper passed through survived for long.

  They’d discovered Lex and Mars drinking in a cantina. They were on the verge of being apprehended by the Authority, so they were more than happy to sign on and catch a ride off planet.

  Lex was as fair as Mars was dark. Together the men made quite a striking pair for a couple of thieves. Not that many people remembered seeing them after Lex used his mesmerism abilities on them.

  If that failed, Mars’ gift for diplomacy normally succeeded. His unique abilities had gotten them out of quite a few tight situations and his skill for languages helped with negotiations.

  A loud squeak shattered the silence on the deck, effectively distracting everyone from their jobs.

  Mars glanced down at the ferret-like creature circling his feet and quickly picked Echo up. He gently stroked the creature’s wedge head and cooed softly. Its red eyes glowed and it chirped contentedly.

  When they’d first met, Hawk had thought the creature was a pet, but it turned out that Echo was Mars’ familiar. One didn’t go anywhere without the other being close by.

  Hawk’s restless gaze moved over the crewmen. What was taking Lex and Shadow so long to secure Opal? They should have been done by now. Hawk’s imagination got the best of him. Sheer will was all that kept him in his seat.

  A moment later, the transport cylinder opened and the men stepped out.

  “Everything go well?” he asked.

  “Aye, Captain,” Lex said. “As well as can be expected, but you may want to give her time to calm down.”

  Shadow nodded in agreement.

  “Did you have to use magic on her?” Hawk asked.

  “Only enough to prepare her for you,” Shadow said.

  The green-eyed assassin’s body was covered in odd symbols that no one understood but him. Even his shaven head displayed the marks. He possessed magic so powerful that it could rip the ship apart. So when he said he’d only used a little magic, Hawk tensed.

  Shadow noticed his reaction and added, “She is well, but very angry.”

  Hawk grinned. He had no doubt that his Little Cat was spitting mad. “Set course for Farn,” he said.

  A holomap popped up, displaying planets, solar systems and galaxies. Fallon touched one of the bright points on the map and Farn came into view. The arid planet was the perfect spot to unload their precious cargo. It would only take a few suns to reach it. Soon he and his men would be swimming in credits.

  Until then, Hawk planned to make good use of his pleasure chamber. He thought about the wild Phantom woman enslaved below. Why did he want her so much? Was it because she didn’t immediately fall at his feet? Hawk had a feeling his Little Cat would rather stab him with her sharp claws than do so.

  His body’s relentless demands wore on his patience. Hawk yearned for the backstabbing beauty. She presented a challenge. One he could not resist. If that weren’t enough, her feline called to his beast, tempting his cat. Hawk hadn’t been with another cat shifter. His planet had been destroyed before he got the chance.

  He’d tried to capture one over the years, but had been unsuccessful. Shifters were not easy prey. And female cat shifters were rare. But now he had one, had her.

  Hawk wanted Opal’s long legs wrapped around his hips. He wanted her fingers curling around his thick shaft. Most of all, he wanted to bury himself inside her until her beast submitted. Once it had, he’d take her in both forms. Then he’d take her again...and again.

  He wasn’t used to denying himself any kind of pleasure. Like all cats, Hawk was insatiable by nature. If he hadn’t thought Opal would be worth the wait, he would’ve had her already, but he didn’t want to force his Little Cat. Hawk wanted her to give herself to him willingly—though he had no doubt that would take some persuasion.

  “Captain.” Fallon’s address shook Hawk from his carnal thoughts. “The coordinates for Farn are set.”

  “Good,” Hawk said. Tomorrow would be soon enough to start Opal’s first lesson.

  * * * * *

  Chapter Two

  Opal felt h
is eyes on her. What was he waiting for? He’d already strung her up like a piece of meat. There was no reason to hesitate outside the door. As if he’d read her mind, the pleasure chamber hatch slid open.

  “Here to admire your handiwork?” She stretched, arching her back sensually, making sure to hold the pose.

  She heard Hawk’s swift intake of breath and had to keep from smiling. He might’ve thought bringing her to the pleasure chamber to seduce her would be easier, but Opal was determined to turn the tables on him. She wouldn’t be the one being seduced. He would.

  The Slaver entered the room. His presence seemed to fill the space and automatically raise the temperature. Opal felt his hot gaze stroke her naked form. Despite her resolve, gooseflesh rose on her skin and her nipples puckered.

  Hawk closed the door behind him and locked it. “I don’t want us to be disturbed.”

  Like there was a chance of that happening. He’d probably already given his crew orders to stay away.

  This was the first time that Opal had been alone with him since she’d been betrayed and imprisoned. It was more disturbing than she’d anticipated.

  He glanced at her and his gold gaze warmed.

  “Like what you see, Slaver?” she asked.

  Hawk didn’t answer. Instead, he walked deeper into the room and began examining the various instruments. He placed some on a small table and put others into hidden hatches. His movements were unhurried, thoughtful and irritating.

  “Why am I here?” Opal snarled. “Am I to be prepared for market? Do you plan to sell me on Farn?" she asked.

  His dark head came up and he looked at her with those piercing gold eyes. “Where did you hear that?” he asked.

  “There’s nothing to do but listen when you’re locked in a cage.” She glared at him.

  For a monster, he was magnificent looking. Opal had thought so the moment she’d laid eyes on him. Some of the most dangerous things in the galaxy were the most beautiful. She needed to remember that when dealing with this man.

  “Is that what you want?” he asked.

  “I didn't think slaves' opinions mattered to Slavers,” she said.

  Hawk lifted a particularly intimidating phallus off the shelf and held it up to the light. His sensual mouth canted into a cruel smile. That mouth seemed to haunt her dreams.

  “They don't," he said.

  “So you asked in order to toy with me?” She yanked on the chains again. They groaned but refused to budge.

  Hawk’s grin widened as he stroked the thick phallus in his fist. “You'll know when I begin to toy with you, Little Cat,” he said. He brought the phallus over to where she hung and used it to softly stroke her nipples.

  They crinkled even more and began to ache. “You’ll pay for this,” Opal hissed.

  “I have no doubt that’s what you think,” he said, ignoring her threat. “But we both know that’s not going to happen.” He circled her breasts until she shivered with desire.

  “What’s the matter?” he asked. “Cat got your tongue? Perhaps I can pry your mouth open with this.” Hawk used the phallus to caress her abdomen.

  Opal’s entire body quivered. Would he take it lower? Would it go where she needed it most?

  Hawk’s golden gaze turned molten as he followed the phallus’ progress over her taut skin. He seemed especially fascinated by the curls covering her mons.

  “This is not a war that you can win,” he murmured.

  Her eyes narrowed. “You’ve never seen me fight,” she snapped.

  “Oh, but I have,” he said. “Remember?”

  Opal’s lip curled and her gaze dropped.

  Hawk continued to torment her flesh until she writhed in frustration. “Soon you will understand who owns you,” he said.

  Opal rolled her head to look at him. “No one owns me.”

  “We’ll see,” he said. “Seek.” Hawk released the phallus.

  Instead of falling to the ground, the shaft-shaped object appeared to float on air. What was happening? Before the question could be uttered aloud, the phallus descended rapidly.

  Opal watched in horror as it headed toward her entrance. “What’s it doing?” she asked, both frightened and oddly aroused.

  “You obviously need incentive to see things my why,” he said, staring raptly at the zealous machine. “Let this be your first lesson.”

  “Get it away from me,” she shouted. Opal tried to close her legs, but it was impossible with the chains holding them open.

  The phallus burrowed through her crisp curls, its cylindrical motion vibrating the sensitive nerves as it sought her entrance.

  Her hips bucked, but there was no dissuading it from its set course.

  The thick phallus found her moist opening and began to slowly screw itself inside of her.

  Opal groaned as pleasure struck. “Get it out of me!” she gasped and glared at Hawk.

  The front of his pants bulged dangerously as he watched her being impaled. His breath was coming out in deep bellows, but he didn’t move.

  “Bastard!” Opal spat, then threw her head back and bit her lip. “Make it stop!”

  Now that it was inside her, she wanted it to finish the job. Already it stroked the tiny ribs in her channel, stimulating them with its boring motion. Opal just needed it to go a little deeper, but there was no way she’d give Hawk the satisfaction by telling him so.

  The phallus had made burrowed halfway inside her and showed no signs of stopping, when Hawk grabbed it. “Enough,” he said and it instantly stopped.

  Opal nearly screamed in frustration. The only thing keeping her silent was the pleased look on his handsome face.

  Hawk pulled the phallus out of her slowly, making sure she felt every inch of it. He held it up so she could see it. “It’s wet.” His tongue snaked out of his mouth and he licked the base of the phallus. Hawk’s eyelids fluttered and something that sounded a lot like a purr rumbled out of his broad chest. “Looks like you enjoyed it despite your protests.”

  Opal couldn’t seem to catch her breath. Her loud gasps filled the silence and her body ached with burning need. If she could just reach down and stroke herself once, she’d climax. The chains clanged as she moved her arm.

  Hawk fondled the soft down between her thighs but made sure not to touch her where she needed it most. “No doubt you’re feeling frustrated. It’s to be expected.” He pet her some more. “I am the captain of this ship. You are mine. I, and I alone, will decide when you receive pleasure. The sooner you accept this, the easier things will be for you.”

  Opal hissed at him.

  Hawk laughed. “I’d hoped you want it the hard way.” He grinned, then pressed a button underneath the table. “I do so enjoy this room.”

  A drawer popped open and Hawk reached inside. His wide shoulders blocked her view of what he retrieved. He shut the drawer and he walked over to a panel on the wall. Hawk touched a series of screens.

  Suddenly, part of the wall behind Opal dropped into the floor. She was still chained, but now there was nothing behind her back.

  Hawk turned, giving Opal her first glimpse of the object in his hands. The blood drained from her face as she stared at the flogger.

  “I will not tolerate disobedience.” Hawk ran the long cattails over his palm, then moved behind her, out of Opal’s sight.

  She yanked on the chains, but there would be no escape. Despite the fear pounding in her veins, Opal’s body flushed in anticipation.

  * * * * *

  Hawk stared at the round fullness of her ass and his hands clenched. He wanted to stroke her from head to toe and bury his face in her juices, but she wasn’t ready yet. He’d nearly spent himself when he’d tasted her on the phallus.

  Goddess, she was sweet and tangy and perfect. Her long legs shifted as she tried to crane her neck to see what he was doing.

  He brushed the flogger over her thighs and watched her flesh pucker. Her scent grew richer, moister, more enticing. His Little Cat was turned on, despite her protest
s.

  Hawk had tamed a lot of women in here, but none like this one. He didn’t want to break her. He wanted to keep her spirit intact, but he couldn’t allow her to disobey him.

  “I will not tolerate disobedience,” he said. “Every time you disobey me, you will be punished.” Hawk flicked his wrist and the flogger’s cattails sailed through the air. They struck her firm bottom, leaving a delicious red stripe behind.

  Opal hissed and her legs strained.

  Hawk ran the flogger over her lower back, then struck again. Her fair skin grew even pinker.

  This time she whimpered.

  He clenched his jaw to keep from moaning aloud and continued to whip her. By the time Hawk was done, Opal was writhing from a mixture of pleasure and pain. He put the flogger back, then examined his work.

  Opal’s nipples were tight kernels on her chest and moisture glistened between her legs. Her lithe body trembled as she teetered on the verge of climax.

  “You’re dead,” she snarled as their gazes met and wills clashed.

  Hawk flashed his sharp white teeth, pleased by the progress he’d made. “And you’re mine.”

  He walked over to the door and pressed his hand against the lock. It slid open silently. Hawk looked back at Opal before he stepped out of the room.

  “I suggest you get used to the idea,” he said.

  * * * * *

  Opal’s body thrummed with the need for release. She couldn’t believe he’d just left her here like this. Her bottom burned from the spanking, but she wasn’t in pain. At least not real pain. She growled in frustration. She just needed... Opal wiggled, but it was no use. She couldn’t hit the right spot without help—without Hawk.

  She curled her hands into fists. The evil bastard had done this on purpose. Opal wasn’t sure what Hawk had planned until now. She’d expected him to come in and play with her, then give into his baser instincts, but he hadn’t.

  Instead, he’d toyed with her body. Played it against her, until she was ready to beg him for release. Opal shuddered. Damn him! She knew this was only the beginning.