Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 38865 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 194(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38865 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 194(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
Yes. I am aroused, but that arousal does not mean I am safe. Maybe he is mistaking these signs for submission. That would suit my purposes nicely. Maybe…
“Ungh!” The groan is drawn from me as he twists his fingers and curls them up against the front wall of my sex, discovering the little gland men argued over for centuries. He starts strumming there, and in the time it takes for the tight bundles of nerves there to send their messages to my confused and desperate brain, I am lost.
I do not merely come. I gush with orgasm. A tidal wave of fluid and need escapes me as I shake and shudder, my entire body flushing pink. I am sure my ass must still stand out with its heated shades; I can feel the ache and the heat and now the absolute mess I have made of both him and me.
“Well,” he drawls. “That proves one theory.”
His fingers are still inside me. A man might be satisfied by making me weak with orgasm, but I am not weak enough for Sithren’s liking. Not yet. He starts moving them again, and with the strokes, he returns to his infernal task of spanking my ass, causing hot pain to flash through me, and my now overly sensitive pussy to clench and writhe around those damn scaled digits.
He is a skilled interrogator. It would be very easy for him to hurt me. He could make me shriek in agony if he wanted. But he doesn’t use pain of that kind. He makes pleasure my enemy instead. He is flooding my body not only with positive sensations, but he is ensuring the release of bonding hormones. I might hate him. He might be my enemy. But chemically, my very flesh will start to respond to him like a lover over time.
I am desperately trying to think of some means of escape. This ship has an auxiliary emergency pod. It doesn’t have anything in the way of speed, it becomes a homing beacon for any Authority Alliance ship in the region. That will likely defeat the purpose.
“You’re thinking again.” He spanks me harder, forcing my attention to go back to him. “There is no escape. I have spent a long time planning this abduction and I did not leave anything to chance. You and I are going to return to my home world, where you will become part of my harem.”
“What?” I let out a shocked laugh. “You have to know better than to put me in with your women, Sithren.”
“Oh, don’t worry. You will be well broken by that time. I will have you so obedient you will come on command without my needing to so much as touch you. You will crave my approval and draw breath in hopes of the slightest sliver of my attention.”
“I don’t think so.”
He grips me by the back of my head, fisting my hair and lifting me halfway up off his lap in a fateful arc. “Do you think you are the first reluctant and willful wretch I’ve broken in? Far from it. I know how to make a woman of any species absolutely obedient.”
Before I can reply, his fingers are once again performing that demonic dance against the inside of my pussy, making me orgasm once more, the already sensitized tissues of my interior spasming and tightening against his digits, performing to his will, undermining all my proclamations of independence.
“This is even easier than I thought it would be,” he says, pushing me from his lap onto the floor, but keeping his grip on my hair. I find myself on my knees before him. The floor is wet, and it takes a shameful second too long to remember that it is my orgasm making my knees slide against the floor.
He stands up and points to me with one glistening finger before giving another humiliating order.
“Stay.”
I stay where I am, not because he told me to, but because there is little to be gained by moving now. I have to conserve my energy and make every move count. I put my hands on my knees and lower my head. That covers my breasts and my belly and as my hair slides around my face in a dark curtain it also gives me something in the way of privacy.
I listen to him as he speaks to his subordinates. He is ensuring that we are on course, that we are not on radar, and that there are no unexpected signs of trouble. I listen to everything, his tone and his cadence. I understand his native language as well as my own. No nuance is left unobserved.
He seems calm, but I know that is cover for many other emotions. He will not be safe until he returns to Dinavri space. I may not be the highest-ranking officer in the Authority. I may technically not exist aside from when they need me to. But I am also worth something, and I have to hope that there will be some attempt to rescue me before it is too late.