Each thrust or pull of her hand is jerky as she peels the uniform away, revealing her naked body to my hungry gaze. For a moment, she lies there on the bed, still and tentative as she looks me up at me, locking her gaze with mine. There’s an almost shyness in her gaze, as if she’s never been with a man before.
“Is this your first time?” I ask, my eyes watching her every micro-expression as it crosses her face.
Not that it matters to me. God knows I’ve done my fair share of fucking. I only want to make sure I don’t somehow ruin this for her. Or worse, I harm her in some unintended way.
“With a human. But not to the act itself. I- I suppose we’re alike enough that it should work the same way?”
My lips curl up into a wicked slash as I make my way down the bed. “I suppose I need to do a thorough inspection to know.Don’t want any surprises when I go to fuck you. Like teeth down there or something.” Though it’s a joke many humans would understand, her face scrunches as she leans up on her elbows.
For a moment there, she looks rather concerned. “Are there humans who have teeth down there? I don’t understand how it would work.”
Unable to keep the laugh at bay, I shake my head as the rusty sound trembles through me. God, when’s the last time I laughed like this? When’s the last time I actually felt alive?
“Trust me. Based on the film. It didn’t work. Now, lie back and allow me to inspect you.”
“This is wrong, you know,” she murmurs, obeying me anyway. “I’m the one who should be inspecting you and ordering you about.”
My lips dip down into a frown as I ease back up her body so I can look into her eyes. “Is that what you really want?”
Moments go by like hours as I wait for her response. Eventually, a heavy sigh drifts from her lips. “No. No, it’s not what I want. But it’s what I’m supposed to do.”
“Says who?”
She blinks at me as if the thought had never occurred to her before. “I mean, it’s what’s done. It’s what all the Ranchers do.”
“But you’re not an ordinary Rancher, are you? How many of them have bulls?”
“Well, no one.”
“Then why can’t you make your own rules?”
It may very well be naïve of me, seeing as I don’t know how anything really works on this planet, but I, for one, am tired of living up to everyone else’s expectations and not my own. If I can start over here, then why can’t she?
“The capitol has strict rules on keeping our herds docile. I can’t just allow you free rein here.”
I ease my hand around her throat, just enough to feel her pulse quicken under my touch. “But again, in this room, with just you and I, who’s going to know?”
“It can’t be this easy. Nothing is.”
Ahhh, so that’s where some of this damage is coming from. “I cannot guarantee that submitting to me will make everything else easy, but this can be. All you have to do is say yes. Tell me, Mistress Rancher, don’t you want things to be nice and simple for once? Don’t you want to just lie back and feel?”
Her eyes close for a moment. And in that instant, she looks so tired, so vulnerable, so utterly delectable. There’s never been a greater aphrodisiac for me than seeing a strong, capable woman willingly putting herself at my feet.
“Please. At least for now, just let me feel.”
“Very well then, Mistress Rancher,” I growl, lifting off of her to stand at the foot of the bed. “Then kneel.”
CHAPTER TWELVE
ZILARA
The gorgeous human stands there, a pillar of strength and delectable dominance. It’s enough to make my heart stutter in my chest and my insides clench to the point of pain. There’s just something alluring about him, something that compels me like no other Icorian has.
But then… he asks the impossible. He demands for me to debase myself, that I put myself at his feet. It’s not all that different from the Icorians who required it of me in the sex houses. However, it was permissible there, desired, in fact.
Glancing about, I look around the room to buy me some time. I hate that he mentioned cameras in my living quarters. Though the likelihood is very small, I cannot say it’s impossible that they’re not watching me. I am a woman, after all. I’m sure their laws would account for that difference. That, or they do watch the males as well, but don’t care what depraved things they do.
Frustration flits through my veins as my brain continues to spiral with no end in sight. Do I dare sacrifice everything? Do I dare let this human take the burden from me for these few precious, stolen moments?
