Pleasure Masters 3: Mastered

By Jaide Fox

With one look at the proud, ivory beauty, Torin Athun knows Orcha is a woman worthy of his equal. It is not until he is alone with her that he discovers her request to be punished in any manner he sees fit. For Torin, her willing submission and suffering is not his goal—and he wants more than her body. He craves her heart and soul.

Rating: Novella—21,492 words. Contains highly detailed sensual encounters, including rope play (kinbaku). Not for the faint of heart. Also, some violence in keeping with gladiator themes. Futuristic Romance with alpha/alien shapeshifters.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jaide Fox
• Release date: Jan 21, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311047861

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Pleasure Masters Book Three:

MASTERED

Jaide Fox

Smashwords Edition

Copyright January 2014 by Jaide Fox

Cover art by Eliza Black, © copyright January 2014

www.jaidefoxbooks.com

This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and places are of the author’s imagination and not to be confused with fact. Any resemblance to living persons or events is merely coincidence.

Sentenced to a jungle prison where even death can offer no escape—Orcha Elmris is stunned to discover she’s been chosen as a prized mate for the ruthless ShadeShifters. She goes, willing to submit to punishment and enslavement, for her mind is heavy with guilt for her crime.

With one look at the proud, ivory beauty, Torin Athun knows Orcha is a woman worthy of his equal. It is not until he is alone with her that he discovers her request to be punished in any manner he sees fit. For Torin, her willing submission and suffering is not his goal—and he wants more than her body. He craves her heart and soul.

Rating: Novella—21,492 words. Contains highly detailed sensual encounters, including rope play (kinbaku). Not for the faint of heart. Also, some violence in keeping with gladiator themes. Futuristic Romance with alpha/alien shapeshifters.

Chapter One

Orcha Elmris felt something cold and wet on her arms and back, seeping through the mattress. A nagging breeze made the dampness chill enough to penetrate her slumber, pulling her out of bizarre dreams and back into consciousness.

She wondered at first if she’d managed to wet the bed in a fever induced haze. She’d been sick for weeks, so it wouldn’t surprise her that she had. But why wouldn’t Kon wake her up? He’d just gotten home after a month long tour of duty.

The disturbing thought was enough to fully rouse her from her dreams. She struggled to open her eyes, but they were welded shut by a sticky substance. Orcha wiggled her eyes and eyebrows, attempting unsuccessfully to open them. Giving up, she finally lifted her hand to pry her lids open.

The muscles of her arm burned as if she’d been swimming for hours. Even her fingers felt arthritic and swollen. Lifting her arm was an effort. Coming out of the drug-like sleep, she realized more than her arm hurt. Every single muscle in her body felt as if it had been lit on fire and left to smolder like a pile of embers.

Damn, she said, groaning as she forced her eyes open with her fingers and looked at her hand to see what she’d wiped away.

Blood.

A wave of dizziness made her head spin. She struggled to sit up in the bed and saw blood all around her. All over her naked skin, the sheets, the pillows—the walls.

The last thing she remembered was crawling on top of Kon and making love…. She’d still felt sick, but she’d missed him so much she’d fought through the sickness to love him.

K-Kon? she choked, slowly turning her head to look at his spot in the bed.

What she saw instead of her sleeping lover ripped a hole in her heart. She covered her blood stained hands over her mouth, gagging and then screaming uncontrollably. Screams rent her throat, making it raw, making her chest heave and her guts squeeze in a vice. Adrenaline surged inside her as the true horror of what happened unfolded in her mind and the change began taking hold of her once more. Her fingertips split as claws replaced nails and fur pushed through her bloodied skin….

***

Get up. You’re being transferred, the guard said as the large iron door slammed open on its hinges.

The masculine voice and metal striking metal broke through the haze holding Orcha in a fog. She shuddered.

Grateful to be awakened from her nightmare, she lifted her head from the cold concrete floor she lay on in an effort to escape the excruciating heat radiating through the thick walls of the jungle prison.

Orcha wiped the ever present sweat from her face, feeling the grit of dirt take its place. She blinked blearily at the dark figure standing in the door, trying to make sense of what he was saying. She wasn’t supposed to be freed. Her crimes dictated she spend the rest of her natural life on the jungle prison planet. Life and a day. Life and a day. She’d repeated it over and over again in her mind. There’d been no point in scratching out the days as they passed on the walls. She would be here forever.

Huh? she asked, struggling with the nightmarish dregs that dulled her mind and body.

She hadn’t had a peaceful night’s rest since she’d murdered Kon while making love. Guilt was worse than death, worse than imprisonment—for her mind and soul was tortured nightly with the deeds she’d done while in a shifted stupor.

Transfer? What was the guard talking about? She shouldn’t be getting a transfer anywhere except straight to hell.

Was she going to a different cellblock? A different prison? There was nothing on this planet but the singular, massive prison and impenetrable jungle that coated every surface except the waters. The air pad built on the tallest tower to accept supplies and transfers of the guards and prisoners once a month was the only place a ship could land.

Orcha had given up on the thought of ever getting out. She knew that if boredom didn’t kill her, eventually some rabid, bloodsucking insect would come through the window and give her something she’d be unable to heal. If she was lucky.

She suspected, however, that the lupine virus she’d been infected with would supersede all others. Even with an inhibitor tattoo on the base of her spine that kept her from shifting into a monster, she hadn’t maintained a bruise or scratch since she’d gotten the virus. She also knew that she couldn’t kill herself. She’d tried. She’d tried so many times…

Come on. The ship’s docked and ready to leave. You’re the only holdup, the guard said, standing impatiently in the door.

What? she croaked and tried to moisten her lips with a sandpaper tongue. Her only source of water in the cell came from the rain that sloshed through the skylight multiple times a day. A slash of light cut through the dimness of her cell from the skylight twenty feet above.

A drink would be nice. It might wake her up too.

His sigh of irritation pierced her brain fog. Get up and come with me. Transfer ship is waiting.

Orcha struggled to her feet, feeling stiff and weary. She stumbled to the guard. How? Why?

The guard snickered and looked at her like she was stupid. You’re being transferred to Antares as a ShadeShifter mate.

Orcha stopped in the door, but the guard grabbed her and engaged the laser collar around her throat. If she ran more than five feet from the trigger, a laser would go off and temporarily disable her. She’d hoped it would cut her head off, but they knew better than to put something like that on her. They meant for her to suffer her guilt for as long as possible.

The guard hauled her along the corridor. Don’t I have a choice? she croaked, tripping along beside him.

Since when do prisoners get to decide anything?

He was right. Since she’d been sentenced for the murder of her lover, all power of individual freedom had been stripped. Her life would never be her own.

One prison was as the same as any other. It didn’t matter what they did to her. She knew she was damned, for she could never forgive herself for what she’d done. She was trapped in the guilt of her actions for eternity. Orcha asked no more questions as she was dragged down the corridor to the waiting spaceship. A slave to a ShadeShifter was no more than what she deserved.

Maybe she’d get lucky and he’d put her out of