I’ve never felt this way before, and I don’t want it to end. “Please.” I push my hips upward to seek his magical finger. “Do it again.”
He laughs. “This?”
Then he brushes my skin and rubs in that one little spot, the locus of my energy.
/> I practically scream with pleasure. “Khrys!”
“Shh,” he soothes me, stroking my thighs. “This is just the start.”
My breath comes faster, and I squeeze my eyes shut to focus on the feeling. My body seems to know how to do this; I’ve spread my legs and tilted myself, so he can have better access.
“You see how just one finger can be quite...appealing?” He strokes me again, over and over. “Here...and here, too?”
Now he drives his finger deep into my cleft, teasing and touching, and my belly ignites.
I wail out my pleasure, squeezing my muscles as contractions of pure joy flow through and over me. It doesn’t end; the sensation grows and swells, and when it culminates in a powerful burst of light, I almost pass out.
When I float back into my body and open my eyes, I’m sitting on his lap, my head on his shoulder, my arms wrapped tightly around him, as far as I can reach. His strong purple arms encircle me, and his breath is warm on my hair.
I stir. “Khrys?” I clear my throat. My bottom is a little tingly from the spanking, but that’s mostly faded. The predominant sensation now is one of lingering pleasure and deep relaxation, the kind I’ve never known. It’s fantastic. In fact, I already want to do it again.
Underneath me, his cock is rock hard. I reach down with one hand. “You didn’t get to—”
I want to have that feeling again. I want more. I want to learn all about this new part of life.
But he’s distant.
He gently separates himself from me and puts me down onto the bench beside him. “I should not have done that.”
“I don’t understand.” I blink at him.
He stands up and hands me the silver blanket. “I have extra garments in a storage bin. I’ll find some that fit you.”
“But don’t you want to...” —I tilt my shoulders— “...enjoy the pleasure as well?”
“It would not be appropriate.” His voice is stiff. Almost as stiff as the rod in his trousers. “I’m your temporary master—just until we reach Zandia.”
“And what happens then?”
He turns away and rummages in a cabinet then places a stack of folded clothing next to me with a fluid tube and some nutrition packs. “Please get yourself together, and then we’ll talk.”
The craft interior isn’t large, yet I feel alone over here on the bench while he sits at his flight console, staring out at the blackness around us. There are now stars visible, probably millions of light years away. Funny how he feels even more distant.
Well, it’s better than a migraine... Taking a deep breath, I put on the sleek trousers and jacket. The boots fit me like a dream. And definitely an improvement over the Kraa cell.
Still, I don’t know if I believe him about Zandia. I’m not sure he’s telling me the truth.
But the buzzing pleasure still coursing through my body takes the sting away from captivity under his rule. It’s a thousand times better than being owned by the Kraa or likely by any other master who would’ve bought me at auction.
I eye his broad back and shoulders. The thick horns on his head that seem to move and change depending on his feelings. I make a note to learn to read what those changes mean. What would it be like to be mated to a male like him? A male whose punishments are far more pleasurable than anything I ever endured before.
A shiver runs through my body, and my sex clenches at the idea of him claiming me fully. But he said he’s just my temporary master. I don’t know what that means, but I don’t like it. Something far less pleasurable may await me on Zandia, and I need to be prepared for whatever that is.
I open a food packet and eat it while I sip on a fluid tube.
A few seconds later, the barest licks of sensation trickle along my temple. Fear lurches in my gut.
“Khrys?” I stand, fingers shaky on the fluid tube. My voice is high.