Word count: ~11,400
Themes: D/s (dom with a masochistic streak), rope bondage, orgasm control... and gratuitous plot
Summary: The truth can no longer be suppressed. At least three separate factions are now racing to claim the long-lost jump gates. And Sabinus and his pet are right at the center of it all.
Sabinus Terchan has never felt more alive. The reactivation of the jump gates, knowledge of which has been suppressed for generations, will revolutionize society. And he means to watch it all happen in person -- with his pet at his side.
But with both the government and the powerful GG Co-op hunting them down, the odds of them and their tentative allies surviving unscathed are close to zero. Sacrifices must be made. When it comes down to it, what's Sabinus going to choose: the vague dreams he's spent his whole life chasing, that are forever hurtling just out of reach, or the things he never knew he wanted, that lie already within his grasp?
He's a space pirate. The answer, obviously, is both.
This short story for mature readers is a direct followup to "Olivia" and "Breakthru", and concludes the Space Pirates series.
Sabinus Terchan has never felt more alive. The reactivation of the jump gates, knowledge of which has been suppressed for generations, will revolutionize society. And he means to watch it all happen in person -- with his pet at his side.
But with both the government and the powerful GG Co-op hunting them down, the odds of them and their tentative allies surviving unscathed are close to zero. Sacrifices must be made. When it comes down to it, what's Sabinus going to choose: the vague dreams he's spent his whole life chasing, that are forever hurtling just out of reach, or the things he never knew he wanted, that lie already within his grasp?
He's a space pirate. The answer, obviously, is both.
This short story for mature readers is a direct followup to "Olivia" and "Breakthru", and concludes the Space Pirates series.
Excerpt (250 words):
Sabinus did not ask his pet how her little chat with Jeanne Saryev had gone. If anything out of expectation or otherwise of note had occurred, she would tell him herself.
He had rather different priorities at the moment.
Really, he hadn’t meant to fuck her before the meeting. Had meant to wait, to extend the pleasure of anticipation.
But watching her caught in the web of her nightmares, he’d felt the old irrational doubts creeping in on him again. They would never truly leave him, he knew. He had accepted that long ago. Learned to live with them.
But then, listening to her beg and plead before him, he’d changed his mind.
He didn’t want to wait. He’d give her what she wanted -- what she thought she wanted -- and enjoy that beautifully conflicted expression of hers when she realized she was wrong.
Well, things hadn’t worked out quite the way he intended, but he’d gotten his satisfaction’s worth anyway.
And now that they were back in his room, he was looking forward to part two, far more than he liked to admit.
His pet gazed down at him, standing only a few steps away.
He uncrossed his legs. Leaned back in his chair. Nodded.
Her fingers trembled as she unbuttoned her coat and shrugged it off. It dropped to her feet in a heap, revealing her bound flesh, gleaming with sweat and other fluids.
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