[Siren Classic: Erotic Futuristic Romance, light consensual BDSM, spanking, HEA]
In New Athens in 2061, men and women can sell themselves into slavery. Sofia Buccharis, golden, beautiful, and grieving, faced with an uncertain future, offers herself to the man she has admired for years, the former tyrant of New Athens, Theo Leventis. In a daring proposal, she goes further and suggests that they marry. She will be his slave bride—his virgin slave bride. Intrigued, Theo, a man who has cloaked his emotions in mastery since a devastating divorce, seeks the gentle beauty out again after she has left him to consider her idea. He rescues Sofia from her bullying father and takes her to his private island. Theo courts Sofia, teaching her what lovemaking can be, and she teaches him about emotional intimacy. In a month's time they will marry—and will Sofia's gamble pay off? Will Theo be a loving master and husband, or has she asked too much of the tyrant of New Athens?
A Siren Erotic Romance
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New Athens, late spring, 2061
The naked slave lay across his lap, her head and arms down, her bottom raised. She was a blonde, like his ex-wife, but this young woman was a warm, golden blonde, not cold as Daphne had been. Theo ran a finger down the length of her curved spine and felt her tremble, although her body remained relaxed and submissive. He cupped her ass with his hand, savoring the feel of her smooth, pliant skin.
“What is your name?” He knew, but he wanted to hear her say it.
“Sir will do for now.” She was so tender under his fingers, so vulnerable. He mastered himself to ask what needed to be asked. “Your records state that you offered yourself as a companion-slave on your twenty-first birthday, two days ago. Why are you in such haste to sell yourself?”
“Slavery is legal in New Athens,” she replied softly. “Men and women can sell themselves for a time of two years.”
“And gain great riches for themselves. Is that why you are here?”
“No.” She shook her head. “I want…this—” She swallowed abruptly, as if too tense to say more. So Sofia was partly compliant, he noted, but she had not truly answered him. Allowing her evasion, Theo brushed a long, curling lock of gold hair away from her face.
“You are very beautiful,” he went on. “How is it that you are still a virgin?”
She stiffened, a pale rose color sweeping into her face and down her long, narrow throat. “I’ve cared for my grandparents since I was fourteen. I had no time for anything else.” He felt a sigh run through her slender form. “They died last month, before my birthday.”
Two recent, close deaths in her young life, and there was far more here still, Theo knew. Sofia had a complicated history, only hinted at in her records. He had found out more, of course, but he would allow her some privacy. All slaves, even experienced ones, were owed that. For the moment he brushed his fingers lightly through her amazing cloud of hair and planted a soft kiss on her shoulder, two gentle acts to reassure her.
“You did not wish to experiment sexually before now? Not even for one night?”
“No!” Her denial was absolute, and her limbs stiffened in complete rejection of the idea. Seeking to calm her afresh, Theo stroked the middle of her back.
“You wish to have a true, long-lasting relationship,” he said.
She nodded again, and he saw tears glistening in the corners of her bright blue eyes. At once a fierce protectiveness stormed through him. Touched by her honest, open responses, it took all his self-control to keep her as she was, submissive across his knee, and not gather her into a protective embrace.
That was the problem, of course. Since Daphne’s bitter, unlamented departure he had cloaked himself and his emotions in dominance. Sofia, beautiful and appealing, wrung other feelings from him.
Startled by his wish to hold and comfort her instantly, Theo regretfully admitted to himself that he had made a mistake, a bad one, unforgivable in a master. He was accustomed to more experienced bed partners. He knew what to do and where he was in a master-slave relationship. There could be caring, respect, concern, and great mutual pleasure in such alliances, but this young virgin was an unknown, even to herself.
I should not have asked the slaver to bring Sofia here today. I should never have sought her consent to examine her. But from the instant he had spotted her on the holograph slave-block, he had been entranced.
And she had agreed to meet him. She was still free, and at this point and even beyond, her wishes were paramount. That was how the law of slavery in New Athens worked. Why is she interested in me? My money and power, of course, but there are other rich and powerful men and women in the colony, so why me, especially?
Whatever her reasons, she was here. They were at his closest island retreat to New Athens, within his secluded gardens. She had accepted his orders without hesitation or demur, showing him the small, temporary medical bracelet around her wrist that proved she was healthy and her birth control fully active for two years before stripping off and coming across his knees as if she had done the same a thousand times before.
Which I know she has not, for I have made it my business to find out.
He rested a hand on her bottom again, so tempted to squeeze and pat her pert, round ass cheeks. She was a delicious, beguiling indulgence, but he should not take advantage. Already he knew he had done too much, for he had no intention of buying her. He cleared his throat and tried to explain, aware that some masters never gave a full account for what they did or did not do.
So? I am my own master! But not where it comes to this slave, it seems.
“I wanted to see if you were as beautiful in the flesh as you are in the hologram. I find you are more so, Sofia, far more.”
Seeing her had not been enough. He had felt compelled to touch and handle her. Another mistake on his part and one he should be ashamed of, but his conscience said one thing and his blood another.
Let her up and let her go, hissed his reason, while lust urged, not yet.
“You are a virgin. My other slave-companions have been experienced.” He ran his thumb across the curve of her ass, feeling her haunches rise slightly to welcome his semi-caress. Already aroused, he felt himself grow harder still.
“I want what you offer,” she whispered.
After she made this admission, a tremble ran through her body, and he decided to lighten the mood a little. “Mastery lite?” He used the term he had used in his presentation.
“Yes,” the young woman laid across his lap now murmured. She wriggled as she spoke, and his erection became painful. You don’t want to do that, young lady, not unless you want some sex and spanking right now.
Sofia yawned and stretched, her body content and sated in a way she had never known before. Raising her arms above her head, she curved and arched sleekly before memory struck her with the force of a speeding solar jet.
She skidded over in bed, colliding with his reaching arms. “Master, forgive me, I never meant to go to sleep. I did not know I would sleep, but it was all so glorious, and I am sorry.”
“Three cold showers later, my girl? You should be.”
Horrified, she trailed kisses down his strong form, registering somewhere in her panic that he was naked, that they were both naked. “Please, please, let me please you,” she gabbled, dropping off the bed onto her knees before him. “I know I do not deserve another chance, but I beg you to let me try.”
He caught her by her hair and tugged her close. “Have I complained?”
His eyes, dark and arresting, stripped her completely. She could only mouth, “No, sir,” and then she was moving again, drawn by his eyes and by his arm, scooped off the floor and back onto the bed, him hovering above her, her lying prone and stunned beneath him.
“Master.” Deeply ashamed, she peeped up at him through swimming eyes.
“Foolish one.” He tipped up her face, forced her to look at him properly. “I am not angry. Your orgasm is a gift, and I will take more, believe me.” He kissed her swollen eyelids. “Stop your crying, now, there is no need. You please me exactly as you are, how you are and how you react. Was that the first time it was so powerful?”
She nodded, grateful for his understanding.
“You are very appealing. I enjoy your slavish honesty.” He traced her jaw with a finger, and that simple touch ignited her afresh.
“May I touch you?” She longed to kiss him all over, lick and brush her fingers and hair over his long, lean body, take his jutting, aroused cock in her mouth and pleasure him.
She moaned in disappointment, and he struck her sharply on her still-smarting bottom. “Not yet while you owe me another spanking, little trespasser,” he went on, smiling as she gasped and clutched at him, “and while I would still trespass on you further, like this.”
Speaking, he parted her thighs and began to rub her swollen pussy, his fingers easing surely and sweetly between the moist folds. Again, the dizzying rush began to spiral in her. “Master!”
“Hush.” Still rubbing, he leaned over and swallowed her groan with a kiss, thrusting his tongue into her mouth and exploring as his fingers thrust surely between her legs. “Good girl,” he panted, as her body tightened and her breath stopped when he switched his kisses to her breasts, sucking and tonguing each nipple.
“Here.” His fingers delicately traced her inside, and then he commenced stretching her tight, virgin pussy with first one fingertip and then a whole finger. He half turned her so she was resting against him on her side and continued to stroke her pussy, her glowing ass, and inside her, where soon, soon, she prayed, he would follow his subtle, careful finger.
“Here is more.”
She felt two fingers within her, stretching and easing. “Oh, please!” she cried, and he cupped her deliciously sore, reddened bottom in his hands, lifted her hips, and smoothly entered her with his cock.
She felt the rupture of the final barrier as a tiny spark of pain, no more, and now he lay on her, supporting his weight on his arms but still on her and in her, enveloped deep within her vagina.
“Steady, Sofia,” he murmured as she stiffened, caught bewilderingly between joy and panic. “Easy, now, sweet.”
He smiled, his eyes shining, showing her own startled face in the middle of his expanded pupils, his muscular, powerful body suspended, it seemed, effortlessly just on her, so she could feel him but not be crushed by him. Still he did not move, giving her time to adjust to these new sensations, her new nonvirgin state.
“I am glad you are my bride,” he groaned, husky and dark. “So very glad.”
Her heart swelled. I have gambled and risked, and now I am his. Can life be more complete than this?
He kissed her again, and her tongue flicked daringly into his mouth, whipping softly against the insides of his lips and against his teeth. His eyes widened at her erotic onslaught, and he shuddered once briefly above her, powerful as an earthquake. It empowered her that she could make him shiver, and then she felt ashamed.
“Master Theo.” She acknowledged him, what he was, what she was.
“Pretty slave.” His hands stroked to her flanks, gripping her firmly. “All mine.”
Again she felt tears pool in her eyes as a contentment she had never known in her life before bloomed inside her, its fragrance his musky scent and the inward colors that of a beating, vibrant flower.
“Wrap your legs around me, Sofia,” he coaxed, and she did so at once, feeling him slide even deeper into her.