Book Two of the Slave World Series
One of the last humans left in the universe after Earth was destroyed, Thomas was found guilty of deflowering Khari, a Mythrian hermaphrodite. Her mine-owning father and Thomas’ employer, has sent Thomas to Valkin, to be auctioned off in the sex slave trade to punish him. Bought by Lord Valyr, Thomas fights the rush of lust he feels for his new master and dreams of escaping and taking Khari away.
When Valyr pushes Thomas too hard and forces him to succumb to the dark needs within him, Thomas can’t face the pleasure he feels. An internal struggle pushes Thomas to the edge of insanity as his body is driven to the brink of ecstasy.
Lord Valyr has always coveted a human slave as he is tired of the biddable ones sent to his planet. The fight excites him like none other, but will it force him to go too far?
Warning: Strong BDSM elements, alien sex
Valyr looked over the bed his new slave rested in. A sense of shame hung heavily in the air as Valyr rinsed his flushed skin with the warm cloth. Thomas lay in the bed, his face pressed into the sheets, ignoring what the two of them had just shared.
“You didn’t answer my question, slave,” Valyr said softly. “Did you enjoy our interlude?”
He knew from the slave traders that Thomas hadn’t been bred to be a slave like the others. The human had been imprisoned for a crime, and his slavery was to pay back a debt. Valyr had been too excited to finally have control of a human male to ask what his crime had been, but he hadn’t cared at the time. But now, questions streamed into his mind as he considered the male’s potential for violence. He needed to be careful in how far he prodded him until he could get more details.
Thomas tugged at the chained collar hanging around his neck. “Don’t you think you’ve taken enough from me? Do I have to be humiliated more? Or is that how you get off?”
Valyr’s eyebrow rose as the human focused his feral intentions on his new master. “Why should you find shame in passion?”
“I’m not gay.”
“This word—gay—is something of your human world. Most of our worlds see no gender lines. Some in our galaxy are both genders, while some are no gender at all. We take from who we want, when we want, and there is no gay or not gay. We are sensual beings who do what we wish. After as many years as you’ve lived in our worlds, I would’ve thought this Earth concept would be less ingrained in you.”
“I was raised by other human survivors,” Thomas said lowly.
“Mythria. I worked the mines.”
A miner? It would explain how strong and fit the male was. “If you lived on Mythria, then you know full well what I speak of. Most Mythrians are hermaphrodites.”
Thomas’ face reddened, and he looked away.
“Did you find them sensual? Is that why you blush?” Valyr asked.
“No!” the human roared and pulled at the chain holding him to the bed. “I didn’t find them anything.”