Erick’s shoulder moved in the hologram, his hand out of sight. She pictured him fisting his cock, pulling it out of his sleep pants. “Are you saying you want me to whip you again, pet?”
Her eyes took a temporary detour, rolling back in her head with pleasure. She pulled up on her fingers and squeezed her thighs together around them. “Yes,” she panted, thrusting her hips against her hand.
Erick groaned, eyes glued to her pussy, his expression pained. She heard the sound of him beating his cock with his fist.
“And then you missed it—back at the palatial pod.”
“What happened, pet?” His breath rasped in and out like he was running.
“Zander assigned Eslyn to be punished and conditioned by three warriors.”
“Again—I’m not sharing.”
She threw her head back on her pillow, fingers undulating between her legs. The heel of her hand pushed against her clit as her middle finger breached her entrance. “Not the sharing part,” she gasped.
“The punishment and reconditioning.” He said it as a statement, not a question. “Little female, I’m going to subject you to the strictest reconditioning possible.”
“Yes, yes.” She arched up, pussy clenching as she reached orgasm. It was a pitifully small one compared to those Erick wrenched from her, but a relief, nonetheless.
“Kneel up,” Erick commanded when she finished. His fist continued to glide up and down his huge cock. “Get on your knees with your face in the pillow, the way I like, beautiful. I need to see that ass I’m going to punish.”
It was her turn to groan. She scrambled to obey him, her fantasy master who seemed to know exactly what she liked.
“Reach back and stroke that pussy for me and imagine I’m painting that ass red with my palm.”
She whimpered as she obeyed. Her pussy dripped with moisture—more than she’d ever felt there.
“And then I’d have to pry those pretty cheeks apart and veck your tight little ass, wouldn’t I?”
“Yes, Master.”
Erick made a choked sound, and she lifted her head, twisting around to look at his hologram. Based on his expression, he was coming.
Warm satisfaction swirled in her chest, made her smile.
“I’m going to need you to record your fantasies, pet,” he said, when he’d caught his breath. “Pick up the cuff.”
She turned and retrieved the cuff, watching as he cleaned himself with a cloth and tucked his cock away.
“If you press the blue button and I don’t answer, you can leave me a hologram to watch later. I want you to record every fantasy, everything you think you want your master to do to you. Even the things that scare you. Understand?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Good pet.” He blinked at her, and the lust began to clear from his face. “Veck,” he muttered and dropped his forehead to his hand.
“What?”
“I was trying to prove to you I’m more than the asshole who wants to shove his cock into your every orifice. But, somehow, I just turned this into the same thing.”
She smiled. “Maybe that’s all I need from you, warrior.”
His lips turned down. “That, my sweet, is my biggest fear.”
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Erick raked a hand across his face. How had he managed to veck things up with Mina yet again?
Reaching for something—anything—to get them back on stable ground, away from sex talk, he blurted, “I have a big problem I can’t figure my way out of, pet.”