Sliding one of his hands between their bodies, Gabriel found her clit and rubbed the bundle of nerves in a tight circle. “Come for me, pet. I want to feel you tighten around my cock.”
More than happy to oblige, she arched her back and thrust out her breasts. She was fully aroused, so she didn’t need more foreplay. What she craved was touching that didn’t involve pain. As she’d hoped, he stroked her breasts, caressing and squeezing one mound and then the other. He bent his head, capturing one of her nipples between his lips. The firm suction launched sensations that were quickly echoed by her clit. She shivered and groaned, helplessly rubbing herself against his stroking fingers.
“I told you to come,” Gabriel reminded as his fingers caught her clit and gently squeezed.
Pleasure spiked into pain and an orgasm erupted deep inside her. Sensations burst and streaked across her nerve endings as her inner walls rippled and squeezed.
“Good girl,” Gabriel muttered as he pulled her up, nearly off his shaft. “You do that so well.” He urged her down as he thrust up into her.
Heather bounced up and down, sliding her willing pussy along his hardened length. She was wet and relaxed, so she accommodated his size easily. Still, his thickness filled her so completely that another orgasm began to build.
Gabriel stroked her breasts, teasing her nipples while their lower bodies rocked. “So damn good,” he murmured.
She closed her eyes and tried to pretend that they were ordinary lovers indulging in a hot, forbidden affair. She didn’t want to be a prized commodity. She didn’t want to admit that reality had become an ongoing struggle for survival.
She ground against him, needing another orgasm, suspecting it would be her last. Once Patrick got his hands on her there would be no pleasure, just forced submission and pain.
Apparently sensing her apprehension, Gabriel covered her clit with his thumb and triggered her orgasm. She cried out and surrendered to the pleasure. Sensations washed over her in languid waves. Gabriel wrapped his arms around her, pressing her tightly against his chest as he released his seed deep inside her.
“Such a good girl,” he whispered against her hair.
“Good girls don’t try to escape us,” Patrick reminded.
“You already punished me for that,” she tried, but suspected that nothing she could say would change his mind.
“This isn’t punishment,” Patrick said firmly. “I’m going to fuck your ass because it’s my right to enjoy you in any way I choose.If you offer yourself willingly, I’ll make sure you enjoy it. If you fight me, I’ll restrain you and simply take what belongs to me.”
That perspective didn’t work on Earth, but this was Rydaria. The laws governing Eagle Village made her a pleasure servant and pleasure servants were required to submit. “I won’t fight you.” She disentangled herself from Gabriel and crawled off his lap. “At least, I’ll try not to fight you. I’m not very good at suffering in silence.”
F-BOP Central Office
Washington DC, the Consolidated Americas
Earth
Desperate for motion after several hours of inactivity, Natalie Morgan walked to the windows in her office. She rolled her shoulders and stretched out her back as she stared at the urban clutter along First Street. Unlike the National Mall, which was meticulously maintained, the rest of the city appeared old and shabby.
Today’s agenda promised to be long and tedious, but there was no escaping the activities. She’d already conducted forty-six interviews, and she had nearly twice as many yet to go. Her newly recruited team of investigators was doing background checks and acquaintance interviews. Still, Natalie wanted to look each volunteer in the eyes and assess their basic character.
“Senator Collins wishes to speak with you,” Natalie’s AI assistant said.
Natalie slipped back behind her desk and faced her holo-display. There were seventy-nine names in her comm queue, but Avery had been catapulted to the front of the line. Power came with privileges.
“Activate comm,” Natalie told her assistant.
Avery’s image appeared, her smile warm and welcoming. “Good afternoon. How are your interviews going?”
The two women had been thrown together by Sanderson’s arrogance, but they had compatible personalities and similar interests. Natalie genuinely liked the young senator. “I’m only interviewing the ones who have passed all the other checks, so the process is extremely streamlined.”
“With Sanderson chomping at the bit like a deranged horse, you don’t have a choice but to rush through the process.” Avery shook her head, her disapproval obvious. “What’s your impression so far?”
“Most of them seem genuinely excited. They view the program as an opportunity to start over, to leave the past far behind and build something new. I’ve toured enough prisons to understand their attitude.”
“No doubt.” Avery’s smile faltered and concern filled her expressive dark eyes. “Be careful. Desperate people can do horrible things. And as you said, these women are desperate to escape their current situation.”
“I’m very aware of that fact,” Natalie assured her. “How are things over on Capitol Hill?”
“Same as always. Too much talking and not enough action.”
