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  “Fine,” she said nodding. “Thank you very much for your help. I just have one more question: how long after Kor takes the formula should he, um…”

  “Fuck you?” Hobbs said nastily. “Almost immediately. The solvent agents will travel quickly through his system and bond with his sperm. The fresher they are, the better.”

  “All right. Thank you,” Maggie said again. She turned to Kor who was still standing with his back to them both. “Can we go?”

  “Sure.” He shrugged, still not looking at her but Maggie saw that he had the test tube with the solvent gripped tightly in his fist. “Let’s get the hell out of here.”

  They left.

  Chapter Thirty

  “We’re not doing this,” Kor said flatly, the minute they locked the door of the small room they had rented in the rather sparse hotel district of Hargous behind them. “No way in all the Seven Hells, sweetheart. It’s not happening.”

  “What?” Maggie looked at him in disbelief. “Why not? What are you talking about?”

  “I’m talking about how you’re going to hate yourself afterwards—how you’re going to hate me.” He crossed his arms over his chest. “I won’t be a party to that, Maggie. I won’t.”

  “Kor, please—think what you’re saying. I could never hate you. Never.”

  “What about the way you reacted after finally going all the way down on me?” he asked bluntly. “You wouldn’t even look at me afterwards. You probably would have stayed in the fresher all night if they hadn’t turned the lights off so suddenly.”

  “That’s not fair. I just…I just needed a little space, that’s all.”

  “And if I do this, you’ll give me so much space I’ll never fucking see you again,” he growled.

  “I thought that was the idea,” Maggie snapped. “I thought you wanted to go. But first you promised to help get this horrible thing out of me!” She shivered, thinking about the alien tentacles invading her body. “Did you see that model he showed us? I mean, did you actually look at it? Because it’s inside me.” She grabbed his muscular forearms and looked into his eyes. “Inside me, Kor and I have to get it out!”

  “Okay, okay, it’s going to be all right.” He looked at her anxiously. “Breathe, sweetheart. Just breathe.”

  Maggie took a deep breath and tried to calm down.

  “Sorry, it’s just…I love to study new life forms but not when they’re inside me.” She shivered again.

  “I understand.” Kor ran a hand through his hair. “I wouldn’t want the damn thing in me, either. But let’s just think about this—think it through.”

  “There’s nothing to think about,” Maggie insisted. “It has to come out.”

  “Don’t forget, sweetheart, for the implant to come out, I have to go in. All the way in.” He cupped her cheek and looked down at her. “Deep inside you, Maggie. Is that what you want?”

  “I…” She dropped her eyes, unable to meet that intense, pale blue gaze. “I don’t know anymore. All I know is that this thing has to come out of me.”

  “And what about Donald? How is he going to feel? Are you going to tell him?”

  Maggie nodded. “I’ll have to. I can’t not tell him. That’s not the kind of person I am. Not the kind of secret I can keep.”

  He nodded gravely. “Of course not. I understand. So then, how will he feel?”

  Maggie took another deep breath. “He’s just going to have to understand. And if he doesn’t, well…” She sighed. “I don’t know what I’ll do. Give back the ring, I guess.”

  “Hey, hey…” Kor wiped away a tear that had escaped down her cheek with his thumb. “Look at you—already crying. Think about it this way, what if you kept it? Then what?”

  “Are you kidding?” Maggie protested. “I’d have to quit my job—I’d lose all professional credibility once word got out that I had to be ‘serviced’ constantly in order to function.”

  “You said your fiancé is a scientist too and you used to work in the same lab,” Kor pointed out. “So technically he could take care of you.”

  Maggie looked away. “Donald…wouldn’t like that. In fact, it would irritate him to no end, especially if I kept interrupting his work.”

  “Uh-huh.” Kor nodded. “So keeping it is absolutely not an option.”

  “It can’t be,” Maggie said softly. “Kor, I know you don’t mind helping me—or if you do, you’re nice enough not to say it—but Donald…he would mind. A lot. I can’t live like this. Please.”

  “Fine. Fine, I’ll do it.” Kor ran a hand through his hair and started pacing. “Even though I know you’re going to regret it.”

  “Not as much as I’d regret living like this the rest of my life,” Maggie assured him.

  “Right.” Kor looked down as he paced back and forth across the small room. “Well, I suppose I should do the honorable and gentlemanly thing and tell you I’ll do it quickly. Maybe take you from behind so you don’t have to see my face and you can pretend it’s someone else—pretend it’s your precious fiancé.”

  Maggie felt a lump rising in her throat and tried to swallow it back down. “I don’t…don’t want to do that.”

  “Neither do I.” Kor stopped pacing and turned to face her. “Because I’m not honorable and I’m not a gentleman. I’m just a male who wants you, Maggie. So if we’re going to do this, we’ll do it my way.”

  “Oh…” Maggie put a hand to her throat uncertainly. “What…what way is that?”

  “Slowly.” Kor lifted her chin and looked directly into her eyes. “We’re going to take our time because if this is the only time I ever get to have you, I want to savor every second. Understand?”

  “I…I understand,” Maggie whispered.

  “Good, then get on the bed on your hands and knees.”

  Maggie’s heart seemed to jump into her throat. “Oh but I…I thought you weren’t going to…to take me from behind.”

  “I’m not—with my cock. But you look damn hot in that naughty slave outfit. I want to see you on your hands and knees with your legs spread wide for my tongue.”

  “Oh, but…” Maggie wasn’t quite sure about this. Though Kor had gone down on her often in the week they’d been together, he had never demanded that she get on her hands and knees before he licked her. The very idea made her feel uncertain—vulnerable somehow. But one look in Kor’s pale blue eyes let her know he wasn’t kidding.

  “Do it, Maggie,” he growled. “We’re playing by my rules now.”

  Yes, they certainly were.

  “All right.” Maggie nodded. “But, um, shouldn’t you drink the uh, solvent first?” She nodded at the vial of milky white liquid he had laid down on the small table beside the bed.

  “Not supposed to drink it until the last minute,” Kor said. “And I’m not nearly ready to fuck you yet, sweetheart. I need to get you ready first. Ready to take my thick cock up inside you all the way to the hilt so I can fill you with my cum.”

  As always, the dirty talk in his deep, growling voice seemed to start a fire between Maggie’s thighs.

  “All right,” she whispered as she climbed onto the dark red bedspread and assumed the position he had demanded. “Yes, Kor.”

  “Yes, Master,” he corrected her sternly. “You’re my naughty little slave girl, remember?” He came to stand by the side of the bed and began stroking her, starting at the nape of her neck and moving his big, warm hand all the way down to the small of her back and past the vulnerable curve of her buttocks.

  “Oh!” Maggie half moaned as he caressed her bare ass. The crotchless panties she had on were a thong so her bottom was completely exposed to him.

  “That’s right, little slave girl,” Kor murmured. “You’re just doing what your master says so it’s not your fault. Not your fault if it feels good to have my hands all over your body. Not your fault if you have to spread your pussy open to take my cock deep inside.”

  “Ah!” Maggie bit her lip, unable to hold back the muffled sound of pleasure.
God, he’d done nothing but stroke her back and ass and talk dirty to her but already she was so hot she could hardly stand it! She wondered if it was the implant but no, it was still barely pulsing at all.

  Guess I can’t blame the slut-button for this one, she thought hazily. Guess I just—

  A sharp slap on her bottom startled her out of her haze of pleasure.

  “Ow!” she gasped, looking up at Kor. “What was that for?”

  “You were being naughty,” he growled. “Zoning out on me.”

  “I…I didn’t mean to,” she faltered.

  “Look at me, Maggie,” he commanded. “There’s no one in this room but you and me—I don’t want you thinking of anyone or anything else but the two of us and what we’re about to do. What I’m about to do to you.”

  “All right,” she whispered. “I’m sorry…Master.”

  Kor frowned. “Sorry doesn’t cut it, sweetheart. I think you need more of a punishment than that.” He sat down on the bed beside her. “Come here and lay across my knees.”

  “What?” Maggie looked at him uncertainly. “But I thought…thought you were going to taste me.”

  “Oh, I am—I love going down on your sweet pussy, blondie. But first you’re going to take what’s coming to you.”

  “But I don’t like that kind of thing,” Maggie protested, her cheeks feeling hot. “I mean I’m not…not into it.”

  “You’re into it now because I say so.” He patted his lap sternly. “Come here now, Maggie or it’s going to be much worse.”

  Feeling bewildered and strangely flushed, Maggie crawled obediently over to lay across his lap. She felt awkward with her ass in the air but she didn’t have time to be too embarrassed because the next thing she knew, Kor was spanking her.

  “Ow!” she gasped as his big hand connected with her soft bottom. She hadn’t been spanked—really and truly spanked—since she was a little girl so she wasn’t used to the pain and stinging his sharp blows brought. “Ouch!” she protested again as he spanked her harder. “Please, Kor, stop!”

  “What did you call me?” he demanded in a low, dangerous voice.

  Maggie realized her mistake at once.

  “Master—I mean Master!”

  “That’s right, Maggie, I am your master. And I’m going to use your body tonight, use it any way I see fit. Going to punish you and pleasure you…fuck you and fill you with my cum and there’s nothing you can do about it because it’s not up to you. Do you understand?”

  At last Maggie saw what he was doing and she felt a surge of gratitude. He’s making it not my fault. He’s taking the blame so I won’t feel so guilty later.

  “I said, do you understand?” Kor grated, giving her quivering behind another sharp blow.

  “I…yes! Yes, I understand,” Maggie gasped hastily. “You’re the master and I’m just the slave. I have to…have to do anything you say.”

  “Exactly. And what I say right now is for you to get back on your hands and knees and put that red little bottom high in the air. Do it quick, Maggie—there’s more where that came from!”

  Maggie hastened to obey orders, scrambling back into position at the center of the bed where she knelt, trembling, waiting to see what her master would do next.

  Kor walked around to the end of the bed where she couldn’t see him and for a long moment it seemed he wasn’t doing anything except maybe admiring his handiwork.

  Maggie was about to risk turning her head to look at him when she felt his hot breath on her stinging bottom.

  “Master?” she whispered uncertainly as Kor began to press soft, gentle kisses to the tender area he’d so recently spanked.

  “Hush, little slave girl,” he murmured. “Just hold still for your master.”

  “I…I will,” Maggie promised. She didn’t dare to move—barely even dared to breathe. But his mouth on her sensitive bottom felt so good it seemed to have an effect on her pussy. “What…what are you doing? I mean, why are you doing that?” she whispered after a moment.

  “Just kissing you better, little slave girl.” Kor stroked her ass tenderly and then nipped gently at the place where the curve of her bottom met her thigh. “Gods, I love your lush little body. Love to touch you and hear those soft sounds you make when you’re about to come. Can you make some sounds for me now, Maggie?”

  As he spoke, he slipped his hand between her thighs and cupped her pussy from behind. Two long, strong fingers slid into her wet folds and he began a long, slow, circular massage of her throbbing clit.

  “Oh!” Maggie moaned, unable to help herself. “Oh, Master…yes.”

  “Feels good does it?” he asked softly. “You like it when your master slips his fingers into that hot, wet little cunt of yours? You like it when I fingerfuck you?”

  “Yes.” Maggie pushed her hips back, spreading her thighs even wider to give him better access to her open pussy.

  Kor’s fingers stopped caressing her clit and slid downward to find her entrance. Maggie let out a low, breathless moan as she felt them slip inside her, stretching her wide and penetrating her to the hilt. God, if his fingers made her feel so stretched, how would she ever take his cock?

  Just have to do it, she told herself. Just have to…

  And then Kor’s big fingers were withdrawn and something warm and wet took their place.

  “Master?” Maggie looked around and saw him kneeling behind her, pressing his face between her legs. “Oh,” she moaned as she felt him spread her pussy lips with his thumbs and take a long, hot lick of her inner folds. “Oh, God!”

  Kor lifted up enough to meet her eyes. “That’s right, slave girl. Your master wants to eat your sweet little cunt. So get that ass high and those legs spread wide. Really open up your pussy for me so I can get my tongue deep inside you.”

  “Y-yes, Master.” She could barely get the words out but she managed to comply with his orders.

  Kor growled his approval and spread the puffy lips of her pussy even wider so he could suck her clit into his mouth. As he swirled his tongue around the sensitive bundle of nerves, Maggie felt a wave of pleasure so powerful wash over her that she lost her balance and went from her hands and knees down to her elbows. The new position pushed her ass higher in the air and seemed to open her pussy even more for his assault.

  Kor took advantage of her new position at once. With a low groan of pure lust, he pressed his tongue to the entrance of her pussy and penetrated her deeply.

  “Ah!” Maggie gasped as she felt him fill her. God he was so long and hot and wet and this was only his tongue. Again she tried to imagine taking his cock in her pussy and again she failed. She moaned and pressed back against him helplessly, pushing her pelvis up and out, trying to help her master get his tongue as deeply into her as she could. It felt so amazing…if only he would touch her aching little clit at the same time…

  Kor seemed to sense her need. As he continued to press his tongue deep into her pussy, one fingertip began to gently circle her clit, stroking her tenderly but relentlessly, stoking the fire inside her higher and higher.

  “Oh…Oh God!” Maggie wanted to move in time to his rhythm but she was afraid he might get mad at her. After all, he was playing her master and she was pretty sure he meant for her to hold still and submit, to simply stay there and spread her pussy wide for him and take anything he dished out.

  Suddenly the hot feeling of his tongue in her pussy and his finger circling her clit was too, too much. With a low moan, Maggie felt herself reaching the peak as the fire inside her suddenly flared out of control.

  “Kor…Master…oh!” She forgot that she was supposed to hold still for her master and bucked against him, her pussy contracting hard around his invading tongue.

  Kor responded by gripping her hips tightly in both hands, holding her in place. Then he put one big hand on her back and pushed her down until her head was resting on the pillow.

  “Be still, little slave girl,” he growled. “Be still and let your master tonguefuck you.”r />
  “Y-yes, Master,” Maggie managed to get out. God, she couldn’t remember ever feeling so vulnerable or hot. Her face was down on the bed, her breasts pushed against the pillow but her ass was high in the air, her legs spread wide so Kor could lick her open pussy for as long and as deeply as he wanted to.

  “Such a sweet little cunt,” she heard him mutter in a low, lustful voice. “Gods, how I love to eat your pussy.”

  Then he went back to licking her, licking and sucking and fucking with his fingers and tongue until Maggie came again. And again. And again.

  “Master, please,” she gasped at last, her pussy throbbing with overload. “Please, I can’t…can’t take much more.”

  “That’s all right,” he growled, finally letting up. “You won’t have to take much more…of my tongue, anyway.”

  Maggie bit her lip as he flipped her over. Was this it? Was he finally going to fuck her now?

  But instead of making her spread her legs, Kor raised her up and made her sit on the side of the bed. Then he stood in front of her, looming over her like a tall, dark shadow.

  “You were a good little slave girl, Maggie,” he murmured, stroking her cheek. “Such a good little girl to spread your pussy wide for my tongue. Tell me, did you like it when I licked you? When I made you come by putting my tongue deep in that tight little cunt of yours?”

  The intensity of his gaze made Maggie blush and drop her eyes. “Yes,” she admitted in a low voice, twisting her fingers together in her lap. “Yes, I…yes, Master.”

  “That’s good, little slave girl,” Kor growled. “Because now you’re going to return the favor.”

  “What?” Maggie couldn’t help the startled expression on her face.

  “You heard me.” Kor was already unfastening the tight black leather trousers to let his massive cock spring free. “You’re going to suck me, Maggie. And not just the tip, either. You’re going to take my shaft deep in that sweet little mouth of yours and suck me right.”

  “But…but Kor,” she faltered.

  He frowned. “Did you hear me, slave girl?” Stepping closer, he took his shaft in his hand and rubbed it lightly against her cheek. “Your master wants a blow job and you’d better make it a good one.”