Page 35 of Black Star

Damon yanked her up from the bed by one arm. She yelped, but made no move to get away. In fact, when he split her uniform the rest of the way down, she helped him by kicking off her shoes and stepping out of the tattered remains of her clothing.

Once she was naked, he sat on the bunk and pulled her face down across his lap, her bottom raised perfectly atop his thighs. Phoebe looked back at him over her shoulder. The look in her eyes dared him, begged him to do this. His hand rested on her rounded bottom, rubbing her cheeks, kneading them.

He waited until her breathing grew deep and rapid, until he knew she was as hot as he was. When she trembled beneath his hands, he smacked one cheek sharply. Phoebe hissed. He swatted her again, and again, never in the same spot. When she whimpered, he stopped and caressed her reddened bottom.

“That lovely ass blushes prettily when I give it attention.” He smacked it again. “I love that sound. Especially when I wonder if you deserve it.” He had to bring up the transmitter in her brain, but he didn’t want to do it in an accusing way. He felt her tense at his words. He had to be very careful. “Black Starsays it’s not her orSword Breakerthe Hand is after. She says it’s you and your friends.”

Phoebe’s eyes narrowed. “That’s not a surprise. They don’t let anyone walk away from them.”

“It’s more than that, Phoebe.” When she opened her mouth, most likely to either protest or add something to her previous statement, Damon swatted her ass smartly. She squealed but didn’t say anything else. “You have a transmitter on you. It’s sending your location straight to the Hand. No matter where you go, they’ll know exactly where you are.” Damon measured her response. “Did you know that?”

As he talked, her eyes widened, then a look of horror washed over her. “Sweet sun and stars!” Phoebe made a move to get up, but Damon stopped her with a stinging swat across her backside, as well as a hand on her upper back.

“I didn’t say you could get up yet.” He swatted her a few more times, careful about placing his smacks on a part of her bottom he had yet to hit. “Let’s try this again. Did you know you had a tracking device on you? Yes or no?”

“I --” His hand connected with her flesh three times in rapid succession. “No! I didn’t know!”

“Good girl.” He rubbed her bottom again. “What are the chances that Diamond knows?”

“Damon, let me up -- oh!” Her ass was bright pink now from the small of her back to the tops of her thighs. Despite her demand, she didn’t really try to get up, and she wiggled her butt so enticingly, Damon couldn’t bring himself to stop. For several more strokes, he continued until the heat from her skin burned his hand.

She had spread her legs, and now she trembled with the effort of keeping them that way. Her ass was as high in the air as she could get it, which left her pussy open to him if he wanted it.

He wanted it.

When his fingers came in contact with her slit he wasn’t surprised to find her dripping wet. “I’ll let you up when I’m good and ready. Now, answer the damn question.”

“No. No, I don’t think she knows. Oh, stars, Damon! Stick your fingers in me. Neither of us knew. We’re innocent. I swear it!”

Damon dipped his fingers into her once, and she cried out sharply. “Do you know why you and Diamond would be fitted with transmitters while the other women weren’t?” It was a long shot, but Phoebe knew these people better than he did. If anyone had an insight into their thinking, it would be her.

“I -- Damon, I need to think.” Her words came out through panting breaths, her cheeks were almost as flushed as her backside, and her hair stuck to her face from the sweat.

“Then I’ll remove my fingers.”

“No!”

Damon chuckled before sliding his fingers in deeper and repeating his question. “Why were the two of you singled out? There has to be a reason none of the others have similar transmitters.”

Phoebe was sure her eyes rolled back in her head when Damon plunged his fingers back inside her grasping cunt. She couldn’t remember her own name, much less come up with a reason why she and Diamond had been singled out. All she knew was she didn’t want Damon to stop anything he was doing.

“Look,” she stammered, “maybe everyone has one and you just can’t find it. I find it hard to believe they’d put tracking devices on some and not all of us. In their whole existence, no one has ever escaped from them for long. It’s part of the stigma of who they are. You know when you’re brought there, you’re not getting out.” She would have arched her back and raised her ass higher if she could have. Anything to get him to take the hint. She wanted more.

“No.Black StarandSword Breakerboth checked everyone thoroughly. The two of you have very sophisticated tracking devices implanted in your brains. We didn’t notice them at first, butBlack Stardoesn’t give up easily. It took her a while, but she found it.”

Phoebe froze. In herbrain? “Sweet stars.” OK, now she was officially freaked out. Sexual haze or not, that was just too weird. Damon must have been prepared for her mood change because he immediately withdrew his fingers and urged her to turn over.

“Black Starhas isolated it and done a full diagnostic. She knows exactly how it works, just not how to block it. Yet.” He kissed her forehead, then her nose.

“Is it a transmitter only? I mean, they can’t blow my head off or anything, can they?”

“Absolutely not. It’s a tracking device only. Like I said,Black Starhas mapped this thing down to its last nanotransister. Once she figures out how to block the signal, we can use it to our advantage. Until then, we just have to stay a step ahead of them. HavingSword Breakeraround will help too.” His smile was genuine, the compassion in his eyes almost as great as the lust. Phoebe also saw a vulnerability there she’d never expected to see. He was genuinely sorry for what had happened. “Phoebe…”

“Shhh.” She covered his mouth with the tips of three fingers. “It’s OK. You did what you had to do. I didn’t enjoy it, and I’ll remind you of it often, but I do understand.” She smiled. “At least, I understand you have to protect your ship. I’m not so sure you had to throw me in the brig.”

“Well…” Damon urged her to straddle his hips, “… here, we actually have a door that will lock.”

“Right. We had that before. And I’m sure you planned it exactly this way, too.”

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