Warmth curled around her ears, in her chest. “So I’ve noticed.” Her voice turned flirty.
“I wanted to stay on Zandian Freedom, just to be near you, but I couldn’t think of any good excuse to justify my presence. And then I thought about leaving you with my cuff, and it seemed like the perfect solution. A way for me to talk to you that doesn’t end in me shoving you up against a hard surface and beating my cock into you until you scream.”
Her pussy clenched at his crude words and the memories they invoked. She leaned back on the bed. “Oh yeah?” Knowing he wanted her gave her confidence a huge boost. She’d always known she was beautiful, she’d even known how to work her body and her beauty as a tool, leverage against Dorhock or his guests to receive better treatment than the other pets. But Erick’s passion meant something altogether different. “You want to know what I was doing before Lily brought your gifts to me?”
His eyes flew wide, as if he knew what she would tell him, and it caused him alarm. “What?” His voice was hoarse.
She lowered her lids. “Lying here, on my back with my hand between my legs. Thinking of you.”
He growled a curse. “No. That pussy belongs to me. No one gets to touch it but me.”
“Too bad you’re not here.”
He sat up straight from the pillows, sweat glistening around his horns. “Listen to me,” he grated. “Don’t you ever vecking touch yourself unless I give you permission. I get to see every orgasm. If I’m not there to squeeze it out of you myself, then I’ll be directing you by hologram. Understand?”
A shiver of excitement went through her, matched by a throb between her legs. She nodded.
He leaned back against the pillows again and squeezed his cock beneath his sleep pants. “Take off your clothes, pet.”
She glanced toward the door, even though she knew it was locked. Somehow, knowing guards might be walking by outside her door made the idea even naughtier.
“Now, Mina.”
Dearest Zandian star, how she loved it when he grew dominant.
She peeled off all her clothing except the cuff, which hung too loose on her arm.
“Prop the cuff away from you so I can see your whole body,” he ordered, and she complied, arranging the cuff on a small wall shelf above the bed.
“Perfec
t,” Erick groaned, his horns stiff. “What were you thinking about, pet?”
She licked her lips. “About how rough you get.”
He winced. “I’m sorry. Did I hurt you earlier?”
She made a show of dragging her hand down her belly and curling her fingers between her legs. “You always hurt me. And I always like it,” she purred.
He growled. “Spread your legs. Show me what those fingers are doing.”
She obeyed.
“Are they as good as my fingers, pet?”
She shook her head, lust swimming through her veins like a powerful drug. “Remember that planet rotation when you showed up at Prium’s?”
Erick sat forward again. “Yes?”
“Did you see what was happening in the cell across from mine?”
Confusion flitted across his features. “No. I only had eyes for you, beautiful.”
“There was a human slave being whipped by two males.”
His brows slammed down. “Oh no. Do not tell me you want two males at once, pet. I won’t share. I can’t.”
She smiled at his vehemence. “No, I don’t want two. But I wanted to be mastered like that. By a male worthy of my surrender. And then you showed up.”