He looks at me and his face shifts. “I’m sorry,” he says. “I don’t mean to make you feel bad. I want to share all of this with you. I even ordered special rations for the evening.”
“Is this our first date?” I smile the question at him. We’ve had sex, but that’s not the same as dating.
“You could say that,” he says. “I suppose it’s more of a date than…”
I blush and he trails off as we both remember what we did in the hospital, and how hot it was.
I smile up at him under my lashes, and give us both this sweet little moment. I don’t know how many more of them we are going to get. If he finds out about my deception, he might report me, and I might end up in the brig for the duration of the journey.
I really do not want to be imprisoned, if I can help it.
This is a dangerous game, and I know it. I maybe should have told him I couldn’t come and just ignored him, but then he might have asked my shift supervisor about my schedule, and realize nobody knows who the hell I am.
We sit down at the table and start to eat.
“What are you most excited for this mission?” I ask, making polite conversation. I’ve heard people asking one another that over and over, so I figure it’s a safe thing to say.
“The planet we’re approaching has been earmarked as a potential new colony,” he says. “It’s not often that you are able to settle a new world.”
“Is there sentient life there already? They don’t brief cleaners that well,” I smile.
“Not that we are aware of. It’s a planet with similar conditions to Earth, and an advanced ecosystem with building materials and others…” He trails off mid-sentence and reaches for me.
He brushes my hair out of my eyes, and looks at me with intimate intensity.
“I thought I’d never get to be with you again,” he says. “I thought your first time was going to be our last. It made me feel like an absolute monster to have taken you and left. I was so selfish.”
“It’s okay,” I say. “I knew what I was doing.”
“You wanted to have a one-time thing?”
He looks a little hurt.
“I wanted to feel better,” I tell him. “And you were hot and you made me feel safe and I felt as though… it just felt right. It felt like what I was supposed to be doing.”
Thor looks slightly concerned by this, but it is also the truth. I followed my instincts with him then, and I’m going to do so again now.
“I’m impulsive,” I tell him. “But so far, only with you.”
“So far, huh,” he chuckles at me, like I said something funny.
“Yeah. And it was pretty good the first time, so I was thinking maybe it would be even better the second? Though this time no spanking me or making me cry.”
He smiles at me, and there’s something in his expression that’s hard to read.
“I have to be honest with you,” he says. “My tastes, sexually, they can be described as a touch kinky. I liked it when you cried.”
I feel my body respond instantly. The muscles in my lower belly tighten and I feel a flush of excitement. There is some sadism in this big, handsome, devastatingly good man. It must be his shadow side. All that heroism hides something a little darker.
“Oh, so you’re not into this unless I’ve done something to be punished for?”
“I’m into it regardless,” he says. “I don’t need a reason to punish you.”
He sets about proving that statement in very short order. I find myself stripped of my clothing, rendered entirely naked by his big hands, and then taken to bed, where he puts me over his knee while still clothed in his officer uniform, and spanks my ass and my pussy back and forth until I whimper and beg for leniency.
“Ow! Why?”
I know why already. He likes it when my feistiness turns into a kind of subdued energy.
