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in the vast dining room of
    Melania’s estate, watching her eat dinner. The metal cuffs around his wrist were held against the
    wall by powerful magnets, spreading his arms at his sides but not high enough to impede his
    circulation. A man who had identified himself as Devnar’s groom had washed every inch of him
    until he had been cleaned in places even his most ardent lover hadn’t explored. The groom had
    added ankle cuffs as well when Devnar called one of the maids every foul thing he could think of
    after she had pinched his ass.
    His nipples still throbbed from where they had been pierced, but the cellular reconstruction
    cream was doing its job and healing him rapidly. The gold rings glinted in the subdued lighting.
    As a maid walked past him, her full skirt brushed his legs and he snarled at her. To his disgust,
    she didn’t even flinch or disturb the bottle of wine she carried to the table.

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    Soft music played in the background, and a jungle of plants lined the walls. The tall trees
    reaching toward the dark skylights made his heart ache for his home. He attempted to shift into a
    more comfortable position in his shackles and resumed his glaring at Melania.
    A gold mesh loincloth covered his groin, but it left little to the imagination. His hair was
    now back in a tight braid that hung over his shoulder, and his skin had been oiled until it
    gleamed. Even his body hair had been waxed and groomed until he barely recognized himself.
    Raising the last bite of her dinner to her mouth, Melania sighed and patted her lips with her
    cloth napkin. Despite himself, he was fascinated by her. Every move she made was with a grace
    and control that turned a simple meal into an erotic dance.
    Though she hadn’t acknowledged him once, he still felt she was putting on a show for his
    benefit. Too bad it was a wasted effort. Yeah, the pressure in his balls wasn’t from watching
    those pink lips wrap around the fork and suck the food off. Not at all.
    “Tell me about your home world, Prince.” Her mouth parted as she raised an etched
    wineglass to her lips, and he had a sudden mental image of those pink lips parting to take his
    cock down her slender throat. She regarded him over the rim with open curiosity as he tried to
    banish that thought from his mind.
    Unsure of her motivation, he lifted his lip in a silent snarl. “It’s better than this piss hole
    you call a planet. Why you waste your time guarding this polluted hunk of rock is beyond me.
    Who would want to invade a world where you have to live beneath domes to survive?”
    Gently placing the wineglass back on the table, she toyed with the stem, and her eyebrows
    drew together. He was amazed at how easy she was to read. She didn’t try to hide any of her
    emotions from him…or she was a far better liar than he thought.
    “How do your people live?”
    “Why do you care? I’m a prisoner to fuck and punish.”
    She crossed her slender legs and leaned back into the chair. Her foot tapped an irritated
    dance in the air, though her voice was still calm. “I’ve never met an off-worlder before.” She
    hesitated, and the tempo of her foot picked up. “My education did not include lessons about other
    worlds.”
    With a snort, he jerked at his bonds. “Why would they bother to educate a whore?”

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    Ann Mayburn

    Oh, that made her mad.
    Her full, pink lips grew narrow, and her foot stopped, the tip pointing at the ceiling.
    “Obviously you know no more about my culture than I do about yours. I am a breaker, a trainer
    of concubines.”
    She went silent again and stroked her fingertips over her lips. His gaze followed the
    progress of her finger, and he wished it was the head of his cock pressing against that soft flesh.
    What would it be like to have her mouth wrapped around him? Would she swallow his seed, or
    would she want it to cover her face?
    He startled as she rose from her chair, jerked out of his daydreams by the liquid