Her Master's Collar (On the Hunt) by Sara Brookes Page B

both above and below her, she got the impression she was the only being for miles. The sensation was just as unsettling as it was freeing. As she continued to descend, she thought back to what happened on the ship.
    Everything about their stolen moment had felt right. Even when he’d called her pet. She needed that from him again, needed his domination. Given the passionate heat between them in the cargo hold, it was certainly going to be an interesting trip discovering each other again once they got back to Earth. She hadn’t intended to tease him as much as she had simply because it was completely out of the norm for her. But watching Roland struggle had been far too tempting to simply push aside the opportunity.
    She did feel relieved knowing there was no one else. As much as he’d scolded her for not taking another Master after his exit, she’d wondered if he’d taken another sub when he’d returned to Earth. If only to fill a void she knew had to exist with his need to have someone under his care. Roland was the type of Dominant who needed a submissive kneeling before him.
    A hand clamped around her ankle to signal she could cut the boosters .
    Roland’s handsome face filled the plastishield of her facemask. His smile, though innocent, made her think inappropriate thoughts. Well, inappropriate for most people. Since his return to her life just a few short days ago, that kind of kinky reflection had become the norm once more. Since their clandestine encounter in the hold, she’d found herself thinking about swallowing his cock.
    She’d tried, over and over, to remember how his hardness tasted on her tongue. So far, she hadn’t been able to recall. Just as he’d swore an oath to lavish attention on her pussy when he had more time, she intended to follow through with rediscovering what his cum tasted like against her tongue. Definitely something to look forward to when this was all over.
    She snorted at herself. Evidently the quick fuck in the cargo hold hadn’t been enough to burn off her need for him. Wanting more with—and from—Roland had evidently become her reality again. From the way her body still ached from the cold press of the floor against her back as he devastated her with a powerful orgasm, she clearly didn’t mind.
    “Thanks for catching me.”
    “Anytime.” He gestured for her to remove the suit before turning away to dole out orders to his team. “Get me some readings from the area, Markus. Tell me something.”
    “You’re a first-class asshole.”
    “Tell me something I don’t know, you fucker.”
    Jericho settled on the cave floor next to her, chuckling at the banter between Roland and Markus. Despite the fact Roland, Finley and Markus were all walking around without their protective helmets, Korene found herself holding her breath as she cracked the seal on her suit. The thought of taking that first inhalation was terrifying. But when her lungs began to burn from the lack of air, she took that first halting breath. The artificial oxygen smelled stale, but ultimately breathable. Grateful, she peeled out of the rest of the cumbersome spacesuit.
    Glad to be free, she slung her pack over her shoulder, checking to see if her phaser was strapped to her thigh before following the group. It only took a few minutes to make their way over the jagged rocks to arrive at their destination. She recognized the equipment scattered around the site because of the elaborate Braddock logo scrawled along the sides.
    Though the situation had already been weighing heavily on her mind, seeing the equipment cemented the seriousness of the crisis. They were responsible for bringing these men back to their families. And here she’d been cavorting around with her former lover as if she didn’t have a care in the universe. A heavy weight settled on her chest as the knowledge crashed into her. If anything happened to these men, she’d never forgive herself.
    “Boss, I got something about three kilometers