“Good,” I say. “Open those brown eyes and look at me. I’m the one giving you this.”
Her eyes open and lock with mine as her breath grows ragged, the sounds falling from her lips somewhere between sobs and moans.
“Now stop.”
When she doesn’t stop caressing her clit, I raise the paddle and smack her hard across her ass, making her scream. The sound is so loud it echoes off the shrine's walls, probably carrying all the way up to my brother's office levels above.
“At Gala Station, what sells for the highest price—a fertile womb or the cock of a proven stud?”
“The womb, Sovereign. Because… because it means future profit.”
I stroke her cheek with the paddle’s cool edge. “Very good. You learn quickly when your cunt is on the line. Touch yourself again with small circles.”
Her hand immediately shoots between her legs, and she relaxes into a rhythm on her way to release.
“Stop,” I say, raising the paddle.
Her hand freezes and comes back to her side.
“Next question. During the Grand Championships, which pets are chosen to be showcased during the opening ceremonies ,and how long does the event last?”
She swallows. “The VIPs vote before the event based on images, Sovereign. The event lasts for two hours.”
I bring the paddle down sharply across the back of her thigh, and she cries out, the sound ringing sweetly against the goddesses’ statues. “Three hours is the baseline for the event. Next question: what do trainers do when a pet refuses to speak Imperial at the Grand Championships?”
Her voice shakes. “They… they use restraints to keep their mouths shut.”
I smirk. “Restraints are for animals. A trainer uses a neural bit. It makes the jaw clench until the tongue begs to be used.” I gesture to her sex. “Now touch yourself. Slow circles. Don’t get too excited; we’ve only just begun.”
Her fingers swiftly find their way between her legs on a mission, and I savor watching ecstasy transform her face as she responds with desperate hunger to her own touch.
“Stop.” I watch as her fingers freeze and she moves her hand away. “Next question: in the Bond Breaker, a champion must choose between treasure and their chained partner. Do you know what happens to the one not chosen?”
Her eyes glisten. “They die, Sovereign.”
I just look at her and she at me. I don’t say anything. I circle her and then lean in close, purposefully breathing against her ear, as I run the paddle down the side of her breast. Then I back away.
Confusion is written across her face.
“How long to humans abducted from Earth live in captivity?”
“As long as they’re useful.”
“Usefulness is negotiable. But still, stroke yourself again and faster this time.” I watch as her fingers make small, fast, and frantic circles over her clit.“Good human. Let those clever fingers explore the wetness Rafe denied you.”
She brings her other hand up to her large breasts to pinch one of her nipples.
“Stop,” I command just as she’s on the verge of release.
Her body trembles.Goddesses, she’s peerless.
“You haven't earned completion yet, and I didn’t tell you you could touch yourself anywhere else.” I paddle the breast she was holding, and she lets out a moan.
“Please, Sovereign. Let me come.”
“Oh, Eve. Some would say you begging me for release is just a sign that you should have more than a Venus Lock, but a collar around your neck.”
“No, Sovereign, I swear my desire is unique and is my own. I own it. The only difference between you and me, according to biology, is the color of our skin. Please, allow me to orgasm.”
