Chapter 10
Linc woke to the scent of her, which gave him an aching erection. He slid down, pushing her thighs open and licking her. The sight of her bare pussy, waxed at his command, excited him, pushing him to the brink of losing control.
“Larsinc,” she said, arching her back and bringing her body in closer contact with his mouth. He licked and sucked on her until she purred.
He moved up her body.
“Please don’t stop,” she begged.
He enjoyed her response to him, but his cock wanted more than her mouth. It wanted inside her silky little pussy.
“I’ll give your body what it wants.”
When she realized what he intended, she put her hand over her pussy to block his entrance.
“No, please. Just use your mouth and I’ll use mine on you. We could even do it at the same time, couldn’t we?”
He pinned her arms above her head and kissed her mouth. “My cock belongs inside your pussy, pet. That’s what all masters want and expect.”
“Not yet. Please?”
He stroked her wrists. “You know what’s customary on the ship when there’s a virgin?”
“What?” she asked breathlessly.
“For the master to deflower her for an audience and to let one or two other men fuck her at the party.”
She sucked in a breath. “You wouldn’t!”
“I would definitely fuck you in front of other people.” He enjoyed the way her eyes widened and her cheeks flushed. “In terms of sharing you with other men? No, not here. But it’s done on Kettura if both partners enjoy it.”
“We’ll never know whether I would or not,” she said, but he noted the way her pupils dilated. On some level, the thought intrigued and excited her. “Let’s use our mouths on each other,” she said.
He nodded, but a part of him wouldn’t be satisfied with only coming in her mouth. He wanted to claim her completely. He would give her a little more time, but eventually he expected to go farther. She was his after all.
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Giss woke alone in the bed. She sat up and rubbed her eyes.
“Linc?”
He emerged from the bath cavern, wearing black skin pants and nothing else. She stared at his incredible body, her mouth dry.
He rounded the bed, catching a handful of her hair and pulling her head back. He kissed her mouth, then lifted her and tossed her over his shoulder.
“What are you doing?” she demanded, reaching back to pull her shift down over her exposed bottom. The fabric didn’t quite cover her.
“I’m taking you to have you ornamented.”
“What does that mean?” she asked with a gasp.
He slapped her ass. “Be good.”
She raised her head as he carried her down the hall. There were others in the corridors. Human pets and slaves crawling after their masters or handlers. All wore costumes designed to show off their best features. Thick, curled manes of hair. Round rumps. Juicy breasts. It was a parade of beautiful flesh. She noticed though that the owners were often ordinary looking and completely clothed. She realized that Larsinc, so gorgeous himself, looked more like the slaves than the masters.
“You know,” she began.
“What?” he asked, putting a hand on a sensor to open a doorway to the spa.
