Chapter 8
Giss would never have admitted it, but she liked being in an unknown part of the universe with him. Light sparkled off the clear, cool water and shimmering sand. She had bathed with a small stick of soap he’d furnished her with. Then she’d put on one of his shirts, which she’d gone swimming in.
The lagoon was stunning in its purity and isolation. She’d seen images of such places, but had never been to one.
He’d stripped down to his skin, and her entire body contracted with lust. His tall body was ripped with muscles. She remembered the feel of the blondish-brown hair that formed a triangle around that lovely male cock. No wonder Linzens had been stolen for breeding. Even without the desired offspring, a night with a stunning lover would’ve been worth the trouble. Then she reminded herself that slavery was wrong in all its forms. She looked again at his body, and her mouth all but watered.
Dead realms. Control yourself. Who’s the savage now?
He dove into the water and swam out to a marker. When he returned to shore, he carried a small net of fish. He dropped them into a bucket of water in the shade.
“Do you know how to clean and cook fish?”
“Of course,” she said, walking over to him. She leaned forward. “But I don’t know how to weave a net like that. Did you make it?”
“Yes. I’ll teach you.”
She looked up and smiled. “I’d love to learn.”
“First, we’ll practice the other things I’ve taught you.”
“What other things?” she asked, her gaze drifting down to his cock.
“How to lie over my lap for a spanking.”
Her gaze jerked up. “What? Why?”
“Bad behavior.”
She put out her hands and took a step back. “I have not behaved badly since last night. You’ve already punished me plenty of times.”
“And I intend to punish you again and often,” he said, lunging forward to grab her arm when she’d started to turn to run away. “I know men on Orius punish their women. It’s an old tradition still practiced on most of the old worlds.” He sat back on a smooth wooden bench.
“Slaves are punished, but not women of my standing,” she lied.
“You mean not single women of your standing, don’t you? Aren’t husbands expected to correct a wife by spanking her pretty ass?”
She shook her head.
The corner of his mouth pulled up. The scruff of his beard was so sexy. It made him look rough and wild, which she liked, though she would never admit it out loud.
“Well, on this island I’m the law of the land, and you belong to me.” He nodded at his muscular thighs.
She wrinkled her nose at him, but places low and deep in her body were already humming with excitement.
He tugged on her arm.
“This one last time,” she whispered. “Because what I did to youwasawful.”
“Good girl,” he said, when she was lying over his lap with his erection pressed against her belly.
Her nipples beaded to hard knots of excitement at the way it turned him on to have her lying facedown and at his mercy.
He raised the damp shirt, exposing her trim backside. “Being in the Wilds was a tough stretch of my life. My new scars stand as markers of that truth. But if I had the night we met to do over again, I still wouldn’t let this beautiful body of yours sink to the bottom of the sea. I’d ransom your life with my blood again without regrets.”
She shivered. “Linc—”
A crack of fire across her buttocks stole her breath.
