“Not now,” he said, smirking. “There’ll be plenty of time for that later.”
“I hate you,” Rona whispered.
“I know.”
Then he scooped her up in his arms, like a groom with his bride, and he carried her out of the holding cell, still shivering and slathered with his warm, sticky seed.
CHAPTER 9
Aeron was usually annoyed by the shower. He’d been talking about replacing it for years now. The damn thing was so cramped it felt like a sarcophagus. Today, however, he did not particularly mind the close quarters. It felt nice being squeezed inside with the woman’s wet, slippery body rubbing against his own.
Her outfit had been an annoyance. That garment, if one could even call it such, was little more than a collection of leather straps designed to accentuate a woman’s body rather than hide it. After a few minutes of fiddling with the tiny buckles, Aeron had lost his temper and elected to remove the outfit with a knife. Now it lay in pieces on the bathroom floor. Murdok would not be happy about that, but he would get over it.
“Let’s get you cleaned up,” he said.
There was a dispenser set into the wall of the shower, filled with a dual-purpose shampoo and body wash. Aeron pumped a good-sized dollop into his hand, then he began to work it into the woman’s close-cropped hair until her whole head was a pile of fragrant suds. The woman glowered.
“I’m not a child, you know. I can bathe myself.”
Aeron just smiled at her impertinence. He had clearly expressed his mastery over her body back there in the holding cell, yet she still continued to give him sass. He liked that. He liked it a lot.
“Turn,” he commanded.
The woman grudgingly obeyed. Aeron felt her body stiffen slightly as her bare bottom grazed against the naked shaft of his cock, which was still as hard as stone. His orgasm in the holding cell had not depleted his arousal. Indeed, it would take several hours and dozens of loads before his lust was fully slaked. He was tempted to grab hold of his dick and jack off all over the woman’s beautiful backside, but he restrained himself. There would be plenty of time for pleasure later. Right now, there was work to be done.
“Close your eyes.”
He angled the showerhead at the top of the woman’s head, washing the suds away in big clumps that slid down her glistening body. She moaned softly—so softly Aeron almost didn’t hear it over the hiss of the water.
“Does that feel good?” he asked.
“No.”
Aeron chuckled and pumped out another handful of soap. This time, he spread the lather over the woman’s skin, washing away the dirt and grime of the planet they had left behind. He paid extra attention to her breasts, squeezing and kneading the soft mounds of flesh between his fingers.
“What are you doing?” the woman asked.
“I’m cleaning you.”
“Oh really? I don’t think my boobs are dirtier than the rest of me.”
“No? I guess you don’t remember a few minutes ago when I came all over them.”
Even with her face turned away from him, he could sense the woman blushing.
“I didn’t want you to do that,” she said.
“Maybe not, but you liked it when I did. You liked the way I made you come too. And you liked that kiss…”
His hands had started to stray lower, sliding down the front of her body until his fingertips were almost between her legs. He could feel the woman trembling in anticipation. Then, as the pad of his middle finger made contact with her clit, she let out a sharp cry of desperation.
“Please!” she gasped. “No more. If you make me come again, I think I’ll die.”
Aeron doubted that.
Nevertheless, he relented. There was work to be done, and he needed the woman’s mind to be clear for the time being. He guided her hand to the dispenser on the wall and pumped some soap into it.
“Very well,” he said. “You may wash your cunt yourself. Just make sure you get it nice and clean. My comrades and I intend to make good use of it later.”
