“Anybody would be wet for you,” I say, meaning to argue, but accidentally sexually complimenting him.
He grins broadly. God, he really looks like a sexy alien angel. He looks like a fucking demigod. It feels like he is twice my height, and that is before he puts me on my knees, which he does by pressing gently on my shoulders at first. I resist out of habit, because I’d never, ever kneel for anybody. I’ve spent three years creating a personality from scratch, and one of the things I definitely decided about myself is I don’t do what men want me to do. Men, as far as I’ve been able to ascertain for the last thirty-six months, are not worth the trouble of associating with.
But these are not men. And they do not follow the rules.
Behind me, Sharp takes hold of a thick fist of my hair and pulls me the rest of the way, until my knees hit the ship’s floor. I feel him kneeling behind me, a dark and dangerous carnal force that makes me quiver.
“Look at me,” Mr. Hot says. He reaches down and tilts my chin up toward him.
“Would have been easier to look at you if you didn’t decide to make me even shorter,” I say, sassy.
He smirks. I learned a lot of people don’t like being mouthed off to. I also learned I enjoy it even more when they don’t like it. This guy seems to practically expect it from me.
“Now, pet,” he says. “We’re very glad to have you back, but you should never have run away. So you know what that means?”
“Means I’m… hide and seek champion 2055?”
“No,” he snorts. “It means you’re going to be spanked for this. You’re going to be punished quite a bit, and you deserve it, so I hope you won’t throw too many tantrums. We’ll talk about why you did that later, but for now, you need to be punished.”
I can’t believe this. Their touch is making my body go repeatedly silly and making it hard to think. My knees are still like jelly from the last orgasm, but I need to defend myself. This isn’t fair. They can’t treat me like I’ve done something wrong. (But I kind of like that they’re treating me like I’ve done something wrong. It’s kind of hot.)
“I didn’t do anything! I don’t remember you!” I protest. I don’t sound quite as desperate as I might, because of the husky tone in my voice from orgasm and the little giggle that escapes because I am nervous as hell.
“That’s enough,” he says firmly. “Who do you want to punish you?”
“None of you.”
He chuckles, and I feel amusement from the Bull, too.
“Fair answer,” he says. “But there’s no getting out of this, pet. This has been years in the making, and you know it. If we didn’t do this, you’d be disappointed.”
He’s so handsome, and he seems so kind. And they made me come when they found me, so maybe this won’t be that bad.
I look around at the two in front of me. I don’t need to look at the one behind me. I already know he’s the worst. I can feel it in my fucking bones. If he gets his hands on me, I am fucked.
“Do I have to pick one of you?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because I said so,” he says firmly.
I look around, but there’s nowhere to go, and my body is still full of arousal and a strange hope that this might somehow be real. I want to know what’s going on, but they have this whole punishment going on and they don’t want to explain things like who they are, or what they want, or how we know each other.
“Pet,” he says. “Focus.”
I realize this isn’t really a hard decision. Who do I want to punish me? Who do I want to put their hands on me and show me what a bad girl I’ve apparently been?
“You,” I say.
“Me?” he confirms with a little smile.
The scary one behind me is not one I am going to choose, and the big horned one looks like he could be scary and dangerous as well. I am drawn to the barbarian.
“I choose Mr. Hot,” I say.
There’s a round of laughter. Mr. Hot crooks a brow at me and smirks broadly. “Maybe you have forgotten us,” he says. “I can’t imagine you’d ever choose me.”
