He shook his head, the jerk of his hips becoming more rhythmic. “Good,” he murmured, stroking her scalp with his fingers.
Occasionally he directed her, but for the most part he let her instincts guide her. She relaxed into her role, licking and sucking, taking his thrusts, drawing in air between his movements.
She could feel the need building in him. A sense of urgency overtook her as well. They were connected through the intimacy of the act. She wanted to see how this would take him over. He tightened all his muscles, the movement of his hips growing more frantic.
Then warm fluid erupted from him. She swallowed several times, then sputtered softly.
He pulled free as the last gushes of his seed filled her mouth. She swallowed once more, then shook her head and licked her lips.
“I didn’t know it could be—is it safe to drink?”
He laughed, wholly unguarded. “Yes.”
“Was it the way you wanted? Or did it hurt?”
“It felt exactly the way it should. And better than I expected with an untrained girl.”
“Your expression was... it seemed to hurt a bit at the end.”
He shook his head. “But if it had, that would’ve been all right. Some kinds of pain can make pleasure sharper.” He pushed his wet hair back from his face. She liked the cleft in his chin and his high cheekbones.
“Stand,” he said.
She rose.
He kissed her forehead. “You performed well. No, don’t look up at me. Lower your eyes now. It’s time for you to be taken for your punishment.”
“What? Why?”
“Because Linc was forced into the Wilds when he should’ve been given a hero’s reward.”
“A hero’s reward?”
“Yes,” he said, taking her arm and drawing her still wet body from the bath chamber. “Come along.”
* * *
Tok leaned againstthe wall, watching as Wex led the girl into the recreation room. Dead realms, she was a beauty. Creamy skin, juicy breasts capped with rose-colored nipples, and those wide sea-colored eyes. Her face was almost too pretty to be real. So was her pretty round ass.
Rollow strode over to them while Linc lowered himself onto a bench to wait. He’d already made it clear that he wouldn’t partake. He was apparently saving his fury and his passion for another girl.
“What took so long?” Tok asked casually.
Wex turned his head. “I fucked her mouth. That’s all.”
Tok nodded.
Roll tipped the girl’s face up and studied her lips a moment. “Open.”
“Why?” she demanded.
Tok’s brows drew together. He liked her spirit. He also wanted to break it. That was tough to reconcile.
Roll pinched the girl’s jaws until she squeaked and opened her mouth. “Good girl,” he said.
Tok shook his head. That was Rollow. Always encouraging and nurturing their captives. They’d once had a murderous cannibal on board and Rollow had fed the man seared meat through the detention bars, praising him when he remained calm, right up until his death.
“Do you want to start?” Wex asked Tok.
