“Thank you, Danica,” he says, his eyes sincere. “Without your help, Zandia cannot reach its former strength and beauty.”
Chapter 9
Danica
“My own home.” I run my finger along the glass window that overlooks the capital city, staring into the bright hot light, the new domes of glass and steel. We arrived the planet rotation before and, because of our mating, were assigned this incredible domicile.
I turn to include Gorde and Benn. “Our home.” I flush. “I can’t believe it.”
Akron was wealthy, but the comfort and wealth of his palace didn’t extend to his sex slaves. I slept on a wooden pallet with no blanket for covering. Here, the sleep platforms are floating oval disks, covered in soft bedding. Everything is colorful and made of fine materials. I feel like royalty.
I touch my earlobe, where a crystal tingles. Their crystals.
“It doesn’t hurt?” Benn reaches out and tugs my lobe, then runs his hand down my arm. “Here…or here?” He slides his hand under my loose Zandian shirt and cups my breast, tapping the nipples.
I suck in a breath, as arousal spirals through me. “It feels good.”
“It will feel even better,” Gorde promises, and lowers his voice to speak into my ear, “When we veck you. At the moment of climax, the crystals will add additional…encouragement.”
“Mmm.” I close my eyes as Gorde reaches down to cup my ass through my flowing skirt, then slides it down my body. Tugs down my panties. I help him by stepping out of them. “That sounds intriguing.”
“Indeed.” Gorde chuckles. “Benn, let’s take off the rest of her garments and show her.”
“Excellent plan.” Benn pulls at the hem of my shirt. “Arms up, love, so I can remove this.”
I lift my arms. “I thought I wasn’t a slave anymore.” I suck in my breath as the silky fabric skims my breasts and the cool air caresses my nipples.
“Certainly not.” Benn bites my neck, tossing the fabric to the side. “Except in the bedroom.”
“Because you like it when we master you here.” Gorde pulls me into his body from behind, so my ass cups his cock, already hard through his pants. He palms both of my breasts and squeezes softly. “Am I not correct?”
I suck in a breath. “I may need to be reminded.” I push my hips back, grinding into his heat. “Of how nice it can be. Then I’ll let you know if I want to be your love slave.”
I reach back and wind my hands up, into his thick hair and grab his horns.
He growls and gets harder. “Danica, don’t do that yet.” He pinches my nipples, just enough of a bite to make me moan with desire.
“This?” I do it again. “But why ever not?”
In a move so fast I don’t see it coming, he whirls me around and then next thing I know, he’s sitting on the sleepdisk and I’m over his lap. He slaps my ass, and the crack echoes around the chamber.
“Because you’ll wait until you’re told,” he murmurs, giving me another spank. “Is that clear?”
“Ow,” I complain, restless, letting my thighs pa
rt. “That hurts.” I lift up my hips in silent encouragement.
He laughs. “Why do I think you like it?”
I wiggle my ass. “I don’t know. Maybe because you can see…this?” I part my legs further and tilt my hips. “Mmm?”
“Veck, let me see it.” Benn’s voice is hoarse with need. The bed indents with his weight and then his hands run up my calves, my thighs. I whimper as he finds my core with his fingers and teases me, in and out. “She’s so wet.”
“Our naughty little mate likes her punishment,” suggests Gorde.
“Then we should certainly oblige her with more. Hold her hands while I spank her pretty little ass pink.” Benn puts both hands onto my ass cheeks and presses down softly, then traces circles on my skin. “I’ll make her wiggle over our laps before we let her come.”
I moan. “No, don’t.”