She dropped her gaze. Wex’s cock twitched. She was a sweet little treat, fresh and pretty, and about to be remorseful all over for her support of her sister’s false testimony.
Tok’s callused palm swung down and connected, making the creamy bottom wobble. He gave the other cheek the same treatment. He continued in a slow steady rhythm, raising a nice pink color before she began to protest.
“That’s enough,” she said, clenching her buttocks with a gasp.
Tok massaged her pink ass slowly. “You’ll have more before you’re finished. Relax for me.”
“I can’t!”
“You can.”
After several moments, her muscles unclenched. Tok resumed, counting off the remaining swats. He rubbed her blushing bottom before raising her up. A pair of fat tears spilled over her lashes, making her look contrite and beautifully vulnerable.
Tok drew her against him and rubbed her lower back with his fist, massaging her tight muscles. Then he led her to the end of the bunk and bent her forward.
Wex moved to the opposite wall, his abdominal muscles tightening with lust at the sight of the glistening moisture clinging to her pretty curls and lips.
Tok used his feet to spread hers, then he guided his cock into her waiting pussy. She shuddered and fresh tears dripped over her lashes, but she raised her ass in surrender as he plundered her sweet little pussy.
She met Wex’s eyes, then closed hers. Tok stroked her clit, and she strained toward his hand, reaching for that release. All the frustration and pain needed somewhere to go. When she cried out, Tok thrust harder and faster, wringing every drop of pleasure from her body.
She wept softly when he pulled out.
He laid a hand on her ass, patting her gently. “Take her to Roll. Let him comfort her awhile. You and I need to map the course.”
When Tok was gone, Wex picked her up and cradled her close to him.
“You’re all right,” he murmured. He sat on the bunk, rocking her the way he’d seen women do with fussing babes.
She settled, even dozing off at the end. He exhaled, a tender sensation hitting him hard in his gut. She belonged to them, and she was their responsibility. For some reason, both things appealed to him.
* * *
Tok stood at the console.
“She’s all right,” Wex said.
Tok stared at the steady beacon on the screen. “I’m sure Rollow will see to that.” When Wex said nothing, Tok glanced at him. “What?”
“She did it to save her sister.”
“I know.”
“You killed a man to free me.”
“I’ve killed a lot of men. All bad. Linc saved the younger one’s life. Those girls owe him a debt, and they repaid him with a death sentence.”
“He’s not dead.”
Tok held out a hand to silence him. “We’re being followed. There must be a tracker. In her clothes or inside her.”
Wex strode forward and stared at the screen. “You want me to search for it?”
“No, it’ll be small. Let’s short it out.”
The corner of Wex’s mouth curved. “Warn the others?”
“If you want.”
