Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 130081 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 434(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 130081 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 434(@300wpm)
She took another drink to be sure and yes it was—that was definitely the savory flavor. Somehow it went extremely well with the sweet fruity notes. Sonya sipped some more…and then realized that somehow the container, which had been almost full, was now half-empty.
“Oops,” she muttered, hastily recapping the tasty juice. She hoped that Davrik wouldn’t notice how much she’d taken. And if he did notice, she hoped he wouldn’t be mad.
Time to get back to the bedroom and see if I can find something to wear, she told herself as she replaced the bottle at the back of the fridge. She was wrapped in a thick, fluffy red towel but it was time to see if there was anything she could wear to bed.
Of course, she had some clothing that she’d gotten aboard the other Kindred Mother Ship in the Carry All Cube that Davrik had given her, but she wanted to see if the other Sonya had left any clothes behind. They were bound to be her size and taste and besides, she wanted something sexy to wear to bed. Maybe she could tempt Davrik into touching her again…or maybe doing more than touching…if she was dressed the right way.
But finding the other Sonya’s clothes was easier said than done. Sonya thought she’d looked everywhere when she finally found what appeared to be a closet door in the bedroom. Strangely, it was hidden behind a kind of carved, wooden screen—she never would have noticed it if the screen hadn’t been partially folded, allowing her a glimpse of the door. Opening it, she expected to see her predecessor’s clothes.
What she saw instead shocked her.
The space was bigger than she’d thought—about twice as big as a good-sized walk-in closet. And it most definitely wasn’t filled with clothes—though there were some skimpy-looking outfits hanging on a small rack at the entryway.
Sonya’s eyes went wide as she surveyed the small room. It had black walls and a white ceiling with some soft glow lights that gave off a warm reddish-gold illumination. The floor was carpeted in some thick red fur that felt amazingly soft against her bare feet. There was a padded bench in one corner and when Sonya bent down, she saw that there were manacles attached to it.
Hanging on the wall beside the bench were a row of instruments—Sonya saw paddles and floggers with long leather tassels as well as a riding crop, all lined up neatly.
She had a brief, vivid mental image of the other Sonya bent over that bench with her hands and ankles manacled in place, so she couldn’t move while Davrik used one of the paddles on her bare ass.
The thought made her catch her breath and put a hand to her throat, her heart pounding wildly. Was this why the two of them had been so close? Had they been into kinky sex together?
Sonya had never tried anything but vanilla sex but she’d always had secret fantasies of something more. However, she’d never had a lover she trusted enough to tell him what she really wanted. Now, looking around the small sex dungeon room, it seemed clear that her doppelganger had also had those same fantasies.
In the other far corner was a kind of rocking or gliding chair, she saw. It had no arms and there were footrests on either side of it. It didn’t look like it was built for a human—it was Kindred sized. When she pushed it, the chair glided backwards and the seat sank down. But when it glided forwards, the seat came back up, tilting at an angle that made her frown.
“What kind of sex device is this thing anyway?” she muttered to herself.
“That’s a Breeding Chair.”
Davrik’s deep voice from the doorway startled her so much that she spun around too fast and her towel fell off.
Sonya gasped and tried to cover herself with her hands, feeling frozen to the spot as the big Kindred approached her. He was wearing nothing but a long pair of pajama bottoms made of some silky black material and there were beads of water on his broad, bare shoulders.
“Here, baby girl,” he rumbled. Picking up the towel, he draped it around her shoulders.
“Thanks. I didn’t mean to snoop—I was just looking for something to wear,” Sonya said quickly as she re-wrapped the towel. She was worried that he’d be upset she had discovered something so private.
But Davrik didn’t seem angry. In fact, the expression on his face was hard to read.
“You’re probably wondering about all this,” he remarked, sweeping out a hand to indicate the mini-sex dungeon. “Sonya and I used all of our storage space allotment to make it.”
“Uh…okay.” Sonya nodded uncertainly. “That’s…nice I guess. Did you…were you, uh, into this kind of thing?”
She could feel her face getting hot as she spoke. Clearly Davrik was into this kind of thing—otherwise the sex dungeon room wouldn’t exist. But he answered her anyway, even though it was obvious.