Myrum was purring.
“That feels very nice,” he said. He closed his eyes and dropped his head all the way forward. She moved from the first set of plates to the next and resumed rubbing. “You’re very good at this.”
“I should be,” Amina said, hoping he remembered to keep playing his role until she was sure they weren’t being watched. “It’s a service you request often.”
“Oh yes,” Myrum said with an affirmative rumble.
The detector vibrated slightly, telling her it was done. Right—how did she look at it?
She withdrew her fingers from under his neck plates and tucked her hands back into her sleeves with the detector. “Um, sir, would you like me to bathe you?”
There could be observation devices in the cleansing room also, but it would be easier to hide her movements there.
“That would be nice?” Myrum said, making it sound more like a question than agreement. He didn’t move until Amina took a step in the direction of the bedroom. Standing up, he talked a little louder than necessary. “Yes, I need to be cleaned. Come along, pet.”
She didn’t mind when he called her pet. It sounded sexy and reminded her a little of how dominant he liked to be during sex.
Fantasies of pretending to be under his power filled her head. She pushed them away. Now was not the time to be thinking about those things!
After the cleansing room door closed behind them, she faced him and moved close. Using their bodies to shield her hands, she pulled them out of the sleeves, keeping them at his belt level as if she was fiddling with the closure.
“We’re good in here,” she said, relaxing a little for the first time since Lorse stepped out of his shuttle. “It looks like there’s a single vid-capture with sound in the living room, but nothing here or in the bedroom.”
“I didn't even think of this,” Myrum admitted.
“Neither did I,” Amina said. “We have to thank Jossulum. When we were going over everything I should pack, he was the one who thought to include this and put it where I could easily get to it.”
She tucked in it back in her robe as Myrum sat down heavily on an inbuilt bench. Spreading his legs, he held out his arms.
When she stepped between his legs, he wrapped his arms around her back and drew her close. She hugged his head to her chest, rubbing gently over one of his scent glands.
“Hold on,” she said, taking a step back and tugging at the robe’s closures. Slipping it off her shoulders, she laid it out on the bench next to him and stepped close again.
“Better,” he grunted, finding the lower hem of the black shirt and lifting it up over her head. The stretchy fabric that held her breasts confined went with the shirt, leaving her bare from the waist up.
Sounding his more sensual purr, Myrum rubbed his face across her breasts, covering her in his honey-scented oil. Putting his hands on her hips, he urged her to turn so he could rub his oil on her back also. As he pressed his face from shoulder blades to lower back, his hands came up to cup her breast.
“Oh,” she moaned.
His fingers massaged her chest, building on the pleasure the oil was already creating. She was both relaxed and turned on, her legs starting to turn to jelly. When his hands dropped to the waistband of her stretchy black pants, she quickly toed out of her boots to make it easier for him to slide them down. Tugging them out from under her one foot at a time, she then dropped the garment to the side.
Completely naked now, she let him push her a little further away so he could rub his face lower, against her hips and backside.
Then he opened his mouth and bit her ass, hard!
“Bastard!” she cried out, jumping away from him. Turning, she pulled back her lips to show her teeth in a clear challenge. “Try that again, I dare you!”
“Dare accepted," Myrum growled, leaping at her from his seated position on the bench. She tried to sidestep to avoid him, but he managed to hook an arm around her waist and pull her to him. Lifting her up, he threw her over his shoulder and strode out of the bathing area into the bedroom.
The door to the sitting area was shut, so there was no worry about the vid-capture seeing anything it shouldn’t.
He moved to the bed and tossed her onto it. She let out a startled cry and grabbed at the air. Her hand found some fabric,and she grabbed hold. When she landed with a bounce on the soft bed, the curtains around it came down on top of her.
“Hiding under a bunch of fabric isn’t going to help you,” Myrum warned.
Ignoring him, she crawled away, slithering out from under the fabric and onto the floor on the far side of the bed. Rolling under it, she marveled at how extremely clean the floor was.
Looking past the bed to see Myrum’s feet, she watched as his belt then pants hit the floor. She covered her mouth to keep from laughing when she heard the curtains above rustling and his rumble of confusion.
