“Again? They really are a troublesome species.”
Cair laughed. “You are not wrong, Emily Nichols.”
I bit back my own laugh at his full use of my name. It had taken several months for him to adjust to not using it. The convention on most planets seemed to be to use both. Less chance of confusion, which made sense. He usually just called me Emily now. But sometimes he still slipped.
A chime sounded. “We are three hours from Earth,” Cair informed me. “Would you like me to engage the hyperdrive for the remainder, or…” His question trailed off suggestively.
“Interrogate me again, Cair Anas,” I whispered.
“As you wish.” Cair stood from the bed in all his naked glory, my eyes drawn to his improbable cock, curled against his body protectively. The ultimate grower-not-shower, I’d commented the first time I’d seen it uncurl.
My indecent thoughts froze the moment Cair picked me up and held me to his chest, every muscle taut beneath my hands. He carried me naked through the empty ship—the benefits of traveling without a crew.
I barely noticed the cold metal of the ship as we passed through the halls, though a tingle of anticipation surfaced when the brig doors whooshed open before us.
Cair set me down against the far wall and offered a wolfish grin. “Raise your arms and spread your legs.”
I complied, and he lifted a metal circle to my wrists. A moment for me to wonder when he had grabbed it before a glowing ring encircled both wrists. In quick order, he also fastened both of my legs to the wall behind me.
His fingers cupped my chin before his hand glided over my neck to rest on the swell of one breast. “Had you met the runner before today?”
Reminders of Xelthar Zarnoth did not enhance sexual pleasure, so, of course, in our sexy-time playing, we changed it to an anonymous runner scenario. “No,” I answered, my voice already breathy.
Cair’s left hand continued its descent, his hand covering my right breast. “Why did you interfere with my apprehension of the runner?”
“I didn’t mean to interfere,” I continued our role play. My nipple jumped to attention as Cair’s fingers rolled over it. He cupped my tit, massaging the fullness.
“That is not an acceptable answer,” he whispered into my ear. His right hand joined his left at my chest, and he gripped both bare breasts tightly.
The tiny ache between my legs sparked brighter. “It’s the truth,” I responded, going off script.
Cair’s right hand released my breast and glided past my ribcage, along my waist, squeezed my hip, and then his hand slipped between my legs and clasped my vulva.
My breathing became more ragged as I locked my brown eyes onto his amber ones. A rush of need rolled over me from the combination of his gentle ministrations, the restraint against the metal wall, and the coolness of the brig’s air on my skin.
“I believe it is time we tried something new.” A single finger pushed against the folds of my pussy and entered me. I moaned in response before his words registered.
“That isn’t new,” I reminded him in a surprised, shaky voice. He’d gone further off-script than I had.
A second finger joined the first inside me.
I panted from his fingers’ movement, unable to stop myself from pushing my hips against his hand to deepen the penetration.
Then an emptiness as Cair withdrew his fingers and held them up for me to see. His heavy-lidded eyes and the now-uncurled spiral cock told me he was already as turned on as I was.
“What next?” I asked, both because that was next in our role-play script and because it also fit naturally after his off-script remark.
Cair ignored my question. He stepped closer to me and leaned down to wave the disc over the glowing restraints around my ankles. The metal rings withdrew into the wall this time. Huh, that was new. Before I could ask how I’d missed that for six months, he stood tall again and lifted his hand with the control disc to the restraints around my wrists. Simultaneous with the wave of the disc, he placed his hands on my shoulders and spun me around to face the wall. Before I could utter a word, the restraints were back, glowing around my wrists.
His hot breath at my ear ratcheted my need. “What next?” he repeated my question. His hands encircled my waist from behind, and he pulled me closer to him. This resulted in my ass becoming more freely available to him.
Oh.
I felt the slickness of my own pussy juices as he ran his fingers between my ass cheeks. “I will take you to the next level,” he whispered. “For not answering my questions to my satisfaction.”
This was about to be the best off-script role play ever. “I understand. I’m ready for you.”
One of Cair’s hands gripped one globe of my pert ass. He caressed the skin, alternating between roughly kneading and lightly petting. Fingers on his other hand found their way back into my pussy. I moaned with delight at the joint play. In and out, his fingers found their mark, my lust soaring.
