Book 1 in the Pleasure Partners series.Giles Oberon cannot resist returning to Obsidion, the pleasure planet, and the woman he can't forget. Pleasures of the flesh are forbidden on Earth and Giles' sexual desires break every law on his home planet.Star can satisfy any need a man has, in any way he wants-using her body, her machines and toys, and her devoted eunuch, Brendan. It's her job, after all. Her heart is never involved. Except with Giles.Giles has just discovered Star has a secret he can't ignore. He takes her and Brendan on a holiday journey and finds joy that transcends his ambition and his obligation to the Federation. Giles' life is about to change forever.
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Ellora's Cave Publishing, Incorporated
November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from His Pleasure Mistress by Ann Jacobs
A pearl without price, she glittered in his memory, called him beyond all thought, beyond all reason.
Federation starfighter Giles Oberon wasn't going to give in to his obsession. He wasn't. He'd opted to wait out this winter solstice on the planet Obsidion because his superiors had ordered him to have his ship serviced. It had nothing to do with the fact that he longed to celebrate the planet's holiday, which was celebrated much as it had been on Earth in the time before the Federation had outlawed such celebrations. Though the planets were in different galaxies, the seasons on Obsidion were similar and the Earth holiday had become popular there as it had in many solar systems. His mindless lust for Obsidion's notorious pleasure-giver called Star of the East hadn't figured into his decision. Truly it hadn't, he tried to persuade himself as he made his way through raucous revelers on the Street of Pleasure.
Barkers hawked their wares, but Giles paid them no mind. He tried to focus on the twinkling lights and bustling crowds of holiday celebrants, and on the dozens of sex-slave emporiums where visitors might purchase pleasure partners for an hour or a night's debauchery that the Federation rulers had long ago forbidden back on Earth. The titanium heels of his black leather boots clattered against the surface of an agate sidewalk. A ribbon of temptation that ended at The Gates of Hell Dungeon, where Star would be plying her shameful trade.
If only he'd never met her that fateful night two years earlier when he'd toasted the solstice season with fellow starfighters furloughing on Obsidion. If only he'd never succumbed to her allure. He should have resisted rather than submitting himself so eagerly to her will, allowing himself to be bound for her to work her shameful magic. Earth men saved their seed to be milked by sexbots, to service the Federation's chosen breeders. To do otherwise risked mutilation or exile.
Even when allowed to take female companions, Earth men were the ones who applied the shackles, forcing their partners to pleasure rather than vice versa.
No one must ever learn how Giles had shamed himself, and he must never do it again.
Yet he picked up his pace, lengthened his stride. Beyond all reason, he found himself being pulled toward what he knew would almost certainly be the instrument of his destruction. His cock swelled and lengthened, pressing hard against the fly of his skintight uniform pants, obviously eager to participate in its master's destruction.
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Brendan set down the communication device and resumed oiling Star's naked body. "Just as I predicted, Mistress, the Earthling starfighter Oberon has returned. He is in the reception room now, asking for you."
Star should have learned by now not to doubt Brendan. The handsome Earthling eunuch she'd bought to assist her in her pleasure-giving had an uncanny knack for foretelling the appearance of one of his fellow Earthlings. "Ready the dungeon for his pleasure."
His pleasure. And his pain. She wouldn't hurt him physically, for she'd never inflict real harm on a client. No. The Earthling's pain would be no less intense, however, for apparently in his culture males were the masters, females their slaves. For it to be otherwise, according to Brendan, caused the men great shame.
Strange creatures, Earthlings. She'd have thought, since nearly everyone on her home planet of Eastphalia had migrated there from Earth generations earlier, their cultures would be similar. But apparently they weren't.
No matter. Her heart beating hard as she prepared for the Earthling, Star laced herself into a shimmering silver leather bustier and applied cherry-flavored rouge to her exposed nipples.
Her breasts tingled with anticipation. Anticipation for the bite of the Earthling's straight white teeth, the brush of his rigid phallus over the turgid peaks. Her body ached for him to give her more than his submission.
Much more. As she had since their first fruitful encounter two winter solstices ago, Star yearned to accept his domination. She wanted him to master her.
It wouldn't happen, though. She stared in the mirror at her mound, at the colorful tattoo she'd been so proud of when her mother had commissioned it. Exotic tropical flowers and vines perfectly framed the stark, black numerals 46945--her intergalactic license as a Mistress of Pleasure. Idly she tweaked the silver ring in her clit, working the sensitive flesh until the nub hardened and throbbed.
About now Brendan would be helping the Earthling take off his uniform, or arranging his naked body on the fucking frame and restraining him there.