Amyex's Freedom: Slaves of Electa

By Tamsin Baker

I don't want to be set free.

My master is the man I adore,

Love. Crave.

But unlike everyone else on this planet,

he doesn't believe in slavery.

He wants to set me free.

But I want to stay with him,

Until he tells me to go...

Then I have no choice but to obey.

 

*** Short and steamy sci-fi romance.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tamsin Baker
• Release date: Feb 18, 2021
• ISBN: 9781393535294

Tamsin Baker

Tamsin Baker loves everything erotic. Her books can be long, short and everything in between, but they’ll all be fast paced with snappy dialogue and lots of sex. No Tamsin Baker book is the same except there won’t be a lot of angst in as she wants her books to be everything that a fictional world can be- full of happy ever afters, dirty words and sweet love. ‘Love is love’ and she tries to show that in a range of sub genre’s, from m/m contemporary to paranormal ménage. She has a need to shock people and bring up embarrassing topics at the most inappropriate times.

Book preview

Chapter 1.

Planet Electa

Year 2245

From the room beneath the stairs she could see her master. It was only a glimpse, a flash of his blue eyes, strong jaw, and the long jagged scar that ran down one side of his handsome face.

But it was enough.

Enough to make her cheeks flush with heat and her whole sex clench with longing.

She fell back into the darkness, her back to the cold bricks and her cold lonely bed calling to her.

Oh wow.

Her hand traveled to her belly which was tight with need, her pussy tempting her fingers lower.

For just a moment she gave in to temptation, letting her fingertips move beneath her thin garments to tap gently against the swollen bud at the apex of her thighs. A moan caught in her throat as her aching body thrummed with tension and a quiver coursed through her lean frame.

Amyex.

Her master’s voice boomed through the walls of her small bedroom as the heavy metal door swung open.

Her heart leapt into her throat as she swallowed the cry that rose, her hand whipping out of her skirt.

Yes, Master?

She dropped to her knees on the concrete floor, her head bowed, her hands resting, palms down, on her knees.

Her heart banged hard against her ribs, his scent engulfing her like an erotic cloud.

My request to have you freed has been granted.

Oh heavens no, please no.

Her head flew back and tears burned her eyes as she stared up at the towering man above her. She couldn’t speak. No words came.

Her master frowned down at her, his strong arms crossing over his chest as he spoke. I told you I was applying for your freedom. Why the tears, Amyex?

His voice was harsh, but then it always was. He was a warrior, a leader, a man she was proud to serve.

She bit her lip, scared to say the words that would betray her feelings, yet terrified to leave them unspoken. What could be a worse fate than the one he was forcing on her?

I do not wish to leave you, Master.

Her master put both hands on his lean hips, his gaze hard as he stared down on her.

She swallowed the lump in her aching throat, the natural movement now awkward and painful as she began to tremble.

Life without him.

No.

Amyex, you were born into slavery, and you have served me well for the past five years. You deserve the chance to bond with a male, have children of your own, be free.

She let her head hang as she struggled to breathe. Slaves could not life bond, nor were they meant to breed.

Their world was split about their slavery laws and still fought over them. Fifty years ago you could own as many slaves as you wanted, and as the owner you could keep and work all of the children produced from such people.

Twenty-five years ago, just before Amyex’s own birth, the Church of Electa pushed a member into their council and had the laws changed. A man or woman might own only one slave. That was how she’d been born a slave. Her mother, a woman she barely remembered and died when she was five years old, had been