Her face grows pink. She blinks and her long lashes, pale like her hair, make me think of soft things. “It’s the first time I’ve ever slept for over six hours in a row, since I was…” her face shutters. “In a long time.” She crosses her arms, glances at the two of us. “What now?”
I admire her blunt approach, almost as much as I’m intrigued by her bare toes, her delicate feet, and the way her sleep shirt—a large one of Gorde’s—does nothing to hide her luscious form.
I shoot a glance at G
orde. “Right now, you’re going to eat. I understand humans require thrice-daily sustenance.”
Gorde nods. “The rations in the stock bay should sustain you. In the silver and white containers. I’ve unlocked them for you.”
She swallows. “Thank you. I meant, though”—she waves her hand—“after that. Where—what—are you going to do with me?” She curls up the toes on one foot and I see her clench and unclench the long muscle at the front of her thigh.
“Whatever we want.” My voice comes out harsher than I intended, and she tenses, shrinking back a few inches. I amend it with, “You’re ours now, and you’ll do what we say. Here and on Zandia.”
“Yes, Master,” she answers immediately, as if by rote. But now she’s clenching her fingers together. Then she puts one hand briefly over her belly, and I wonder if we were too rough with her last night. I hope we didn’t veck her too hard. Is she sore?
Gorde adds, his voice smooth, “And as long as you’re obedient, you have nothing to fear from us. Understand?” He reaches out and tips up her chin with one long finger, his eyes trained on hers.
She breathes out, a shaky little sound and nods, wordless, her pretty head bobbing. The way it bobbed when she was sucking my cock.
I force myself to concentrate. “There will be no reason for us to give you a real punishment, or do anything…more drastic, as long as you obey us. Tell me yes.”
Her voice is low and cracks. “Of course, Master.”
She’s scared but trying to hide it. It’s wrong, but my cock stirs to life again.
I turn away to mask my arousal. “I need to check the flight path. We’re going to stop at a planet and you’re going to stay onboard the craft while we pursue business.”
“Yes, Master.” This time her voice is more fluent, and she leans forward, eyes alert. “Ah…which planet?” She blinks rapidly.
“There’s no need for you to know that.” My voice is harsh again, but I don’t want her to have that info. “It’s hostile, inhospitable, especially for your species. That’s all you need to know.”
“I see.” She bites her lip.
“Then go eat something.” I gesture. “It should be self-explanatory, easy to find the rations in that pod. And…clean yourself. If you want.” How often do humans bathe? I know next to nothing about their species.
Gorde touches her arm. “Don’t be afraid,” he encourages. “As long as you’re loyal to us…” he raises a brow. I hold back a smirk. He’s the master of passive aggressive threats. Not something I ever thought I’d see him use on our female. I mean, the human.
I turn back to the console as she walks to the supply area, forcing myself not to make more eye contact. When she’s out of earshot, I turn to my partner. “Updated tracking shows his location inside the prison.”
“Veck.” He blows out a breath. “This will be tricky.”
“That’s a max security unit. With just the two of us…” I keep an eye on Danica to make sure she’s not eavesdropping. Far across the craft, she tentatively opens a silver and white container, glances at me as if unsure. I nod to her and smile. She puts a hand to her mouth, drops it, smiles at me, then takes out a silver packet and examines it.
He wrinkles his nose. “How do you want to play it?”
Danica’s got her brow pursed and I wonder if she had any idea what kind of food she’s looking at.
“Can she read?”
“What?” Gorde frowns.
“Danica. I know most ag slaves can’t, but I don’t know about sex slaves.”
“I have no idea. Probably depends on who she served before us.” He gives me an irritable head shake. “What’s our entry plan for the planet?”
I see her rip the packet and take a small piece of the dried fruit inside. She tilts her head, takes another bite. I breathe out. “Bounty hunters looking for an escaped convict?”
“Could work. Returning property to its rightful owner.” Gorde nods. “Everyone respects that.”