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)
“All right, let’s do it.” He rose from his seat. “Where are we going?”
“To the sleeping compartment,” Lan’ara told him. “Come this way.”
She turned and led him to the back of the ship, through the living area and food prep area and into a back room.
Nate followed her and, when she opened the door, he saw a large bed which took up most of the available space. There was no headboard but there were plenty of thick pillows and cushions and a hook on the wall above the bed which might be meant for hanging clothing or a robe, he supposed.
Lan’ara was already busy, arranging some of the cushions against the wall at the head of the bed.
“Please, come have a seat and lean against these,” she said to Nate, when she had them how she liked them.
Nate did as she asked, going to sit on the bed and lean back against the cushions. It was pretty comfortable, but her next idea wasn’t.
She was pulling something that looked like a long silk scarf out of a drawer and came to where Nate was seated.
“I need to tie your hands above your head so you can’t touch me,” she said. “Will you let me?”
Wordlessly, Nate held out his hands, wrists together.
A look of gratitude filled her lovely purple eyes.
“Thank you, Nate,” she said softly. Then she looped the red silk scarf around his wrists several times and pulled his arms over his head. She tied the scarf to the hook on the wall that he had noticed earlier. “Are you comfortable?” she asked, looking down at him.
He nodded.
“I’m fine, sweetheart. Though I still don’t understand what you’re going to do to me.”
“You’ll see. I’m going to attempt to bring out your positive emotions,” Lan’ara told him. “Just wait a moment and things will become clear.”
She slipped into a small door that must be either a bathroom or a closet, Nate thought. For a moment, he had nothing to do but sit there with his hands tied over his head and wonder what the hell was going on. He wouldn’t have trusted anyone else in the world to tie him up like this and leave him helpless and vulnerable. But he knew Lan’ara had good intentions—he just had no idea what they might be.
At least the bindings he was in weren’t uncomfortable. The silk scarf was just tight enough to hold him without cutting off circulation. He did feel vulnerable—he was still bare-chested and wearing only the loose white trousers he’d had on during his stay on Lan’ara’s home world. Something had happened to the clothing he’d been wearing when she brought him in, so the trousers were his only option, though she had promised he would get new clothes once they reached the Mother Ship. He—
His thoughts cut off abruptly when the small door opened again and Lan’ara emerged.
Nate’s jaw dropped when he saw what she was wearing. Previously she’d had on a kind of military uniform consisting of black boots, tight black trousers, and a long-sleeved, conservative, button-down blouse. Nothing could be further from the outfit she had on now.
It was a flowing gown that seemed to be made entirely of sheer white lace, so light that it practically floated around her curvy body. The front of it was wrapped and tied to one side with a flimsy string. It was obvious that she had nothing on under it because Nate could see the full curves of her breasts and the ripe points of her nipples clearly through the sheer material. There was a high slit up the front which barely hid her soft sex—he could see it peeking at him when she moved her legs.
Nate’s cock began getting hard at once—he couldn’t help it! She was so fucking beautiful and he loved her body. He was only human, after all.
Then he reminded himself that their relationship was over—he had no right to lust after Lan’ara’s gorgeous curves anymore. He shouldn’t even look at her—she wasn’t his to look at now.
“No—stop!” Lan’ara said, when he started to turn his face away. “Don’t look away from me, Nate—I need your eyes on me.”
“But looking at you makes me fucking want you,” he growled, unable to hide his frustration. “And I shouldn’t—we’re not together anymore.”
She winced as though in pain but shook her head.
“No, you can’t think like that, Nate. I need positive emotions from you—I need your lust and desire. They’re the only feelings strong enough to drown out your guilt and self-loathing.”
Her words surprised him—did he really hate himself that much? He supposed he did, after what he’d put her through. But if this was what she needed to feel better—to survive until the Mother Ship could fold space for them—then he was willing to do it. It wasn’t like a hardship, after all, to admire her beautiful body.