“Correct.” I issue another pulse to her clit. “Your body is responding correctly. Good.”
She swallows hard and grips the chair arms, and her knuckles go white as she crosses her legs.
“How many civilizations currently hold seats in the Intergalactic Court?”
“Four thousand seven hundred and thirty-two,” she says.
“Excellent.” I reward her. “Of those, how many seats does Reima Two hold?”
“Two,” she says, her voice is affected by the pulse on between her thighs.
“Exactly. And how many seats does the Empire hold?”
“Eight hundred and forty-seven.”
“Outstanding.” I increase the intensity by twenty percent this time and press my finger over the Venus Lock controls, issuing her more pleasure. “Of course, humanity holds no seats whatsoever. Why is that?”
Eve tries to hold back a moan but fails and then answers. “Human governments collectively refuse to join the IGC. Or so it is said, Sovereign.”
I frown and reverse the stimulus.
She makes another small noise that sounds like want.
“Hold out your left hand.” We hold eye contact for a second before she obeys. I take her small hand in mine, turn it over palm up, then smack it with my other hand.
She flinches at the impact.
“This is nothing compared to what my brother will do.”
Her brown eyes widen.
Perfect.I lean back, satisfied. “You see, Eve. This is how humans must be taught. And when you answer the questions correctly, it’s enjoyable for both of us.”
Her blush deepens, spreading down her throat, but she doesn’t deny it. And she can’t, I have the physical evidence on my IC to prove she’s enjoying herself.
“We are finished for today. Tomorrow you'll train with Shadow Sovereign Lorian. I suggest you rest well tonight. His methods are much more demanding than mine.”
She tries to stand, but her legs shake. The Venus Lock has left her wound tight, desperate for an orgasmic release that’s not going to happen for her today.
“Do you require assistance?” I’m curious to see if she’s going to beg.
“No, Sovereign,” she says, forcing herself to bow.
“Kneel,” I command her because I can’t just let her walk out without a lasting physical reminder of who owns her.
She drops, hands on her thighs, eyes up.
Oh, those human brown eyes looking up at me, begging me for release, to make her come. But not only will I not allow it, I will remind her who is in charge. I will remind her of what I can do because I hold the power.
“Unbutton your tunic to the waist. Hold it open.”
She obeys, and I anticipate seeing her naked breasts, but two black scraps of human fabric stare back at me.
“That is not part of your uniform. Why are you wearing that contraption?”
“My breasts are larger than Reima Two women’s, Sovereign. I need the support, or they will move too much when I walk.”
I don’tlike it. I want to see her bare skin, not human engineering. But I also don’t want anyone else to see her breasts bouncing as she walks, even if it’s under her uniform. The thought of it makes me even more aroused, and then angry. She already gets too much attention. “Pull the fabric down to expose your breasts to me.”
