She said nothing as she was led down the passage to the numbered white door to Larsinc’s suite. Eco entered a code, then requested permission to enter. A moment later the door retracted into the wall with a whoosh.
“Good evening, sir,” Eco called. “Please let me know when you’re finished with her for the night. It’s spa policy that pets spend the first nights here in the loving custody of the facility.”
“What does that mean?” Giss asked, the words bursting from her.
“And forgive us for not placing the requested plug. She was feeling exhausted, and we felt a short delay would be appropriate.” Eco gave her a gentle push into the room before turning and leaving.
Gissandre shuffled farther into the room only to find that Larsinc had also been transformed. His long hair had been cut, restored to its golden color and styled. His beard had also been shaved, leaving his stunningly handsome face bare. He wore dark gray trousers and a dark blue knit shirt. He was breathtakingly handsome.
“You look—different. More polished,” she said softly.
“Come here. Let me see your body.”
The color started to rise again. “I’m tired,” she said, putting a protective arm across herself.
“Are you hurt?” he asked, stalking over. “I told them that no one was to force you to do anything.”
“I’m not hurt. I’m sore and humiliated. You had them—”
“Take off your shift. I want to see your body.” His scowl was as dark as thunderclouds.
“I’m not hurt,” she repeated.
He caught the hem of her shift and lifted it, forcing it up when she tried to keep it.
“Please don’t make me stay naked,” she begged.
He studied her for a moment, then spoke gently. “I won’t.” He picked her up and laid her down on the bed, pulling her legs open. He bent and pressed a kiss onto her pussy. Then he crawled up and kissed each tender, slightly swollen breast.
She shivered.
He moved to sit next to her and then pulled her up and sat her on his lap. His strong arms wrapped tightly around her, hugging her. A flash of memory hit her of a tight embrace as she was dragged from the water. A rescue she’d desperately wanted, she realized. So he had saved her.He had.
“Please let me stay here tonight. Don’t let them take me into custody.”
“Relax, pet,” he murmured, jerking the covers back and putting her in the bed. He covered her body up to her neck.
Then he went to the com, sent a message, and set the Do Not Disturb mode on the door and the screen.
He stripped off his clothes and joined her in the bed.
“What will make you feel better? How about my tongue between your legs until you come?”
“Could I just…?”
“Yes. What?”
“Just sleep in your arms?”
“Yes,” he said, pulling her against him and wrapping his arms around her. “Like this?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Did they scare you?”
“No.”
“Were they rough?”
