My core seized and my entire body went rigid. At the same time, Bane’s cock throbbed, and I felt each pulse inside me. Then he groaned, the sound low and I felt the hot surge of his seed spurt into my channel. I moaned and lost myself entirely within my pleasure, scorching passionate desire taking me and plunging me into an endless pit of ecstasy.
I threw my head back and pressed my body against his, taking him deeper and feeling his hot cum inside me as I did so. His seed spurted again and again, and it only sought to heighten my own desire even further. I struggled. I fell apart and I drowned in my pleasure.
My entire body quaked, and my eyes rolled back in my head. I closed my eyes and held onto him, just as he held me.
“Come, little human. Come all over my cock,” he whispered, and I shattered.
My orgasm seemed unending, wrenching me apart and tearing me into something new. I gave him my everything and it broke me, but I knew he was there to catch me.
Finally, the last tremors of my release tore through me and I lay there, bare and exposed and vulnerable before him. When my pleasure finally abated, I was left only a shell of my former self and I wondered if I would ever put myself back together again.
He rolled on his side and pulled me with him, his cock still deep inside me and I moaned. Residual aftershocks made me shake in his embrace, but he held me tight in his embrace. His rough fingers traced up and down my back.
“I’m going to put you back together, little human. You’re mine now,” he murmured, and I pressed closer against him.
I wanted him to be right, but I was worried.
I’d aligned myself with dangerous people in the past, and they wouldn’t be so willing to let me go that easily.
I hoped they would forget about me.
I knew they wouldn’t.
CHAPTER 3
The next morning, I woke up sore and tired. I blinked, trying to remember where I was for a long moment and then I groaned, remembering the embarrassing, shameful, and incredibly arousing events that happened to me only just yesterday. I could feel Bane behind me, his massive form curling around me and holding me safe against him. I wanted to hate him for everything he had done, but I couldn’t bring myself to. Even in his roughness, there was something about him, a certain gentleness that held me captive and didn’t want to let me go no matter what.
I sighed softly and his arm wound around my waist, pulling me back against him. My ass pressed against the hardness of his cock and I shifted my legs, feeling the dried wetness of his seed on my thighs. It was as though he marked me and there was something about it that left me feeling cared for.
I took stock of my body, feeling the soreness in my ass and my pussy. My bottom cheeks ached, feeling the results of his belt yesterday and my asshole felt tender, having been used so harshly afterward. My pussy felt sensitive and achy, but I felt more satisfied than I had ever felt in my life.
The rest of my body just felt like I’d run a marathon.
I turned my head, seeing sunlight peeking through the curtains of the single window in the bedroom. From what I could tell, it was early morning here on Dryac. Absentmindedly, I wondered when Bane would get to work.
He’d said he was going to train me today, introduce me to his work and take me under his wing so that I could continue to support my family. So that I could send money to them and ensure that they had enough to keep a roof over their head and food on the table.
I thought about my sisters, about my mother and I hoped they were doing alright, that the impoundment of my ship hadn’t caused them any problems from the Association.
“I can almost hear the smoke coming out of your ears,” Bane murmured, still clearly far sleepier than I was.
“It’s nothing,” I answered, and he grunted with disbelief, but didn’t press me further.
“Fuck, it’s early,” he complained, and I chuckled, amused.
“Not a morning person then?” I asked.
“Fuck, no,” he answered. Then he snapped his fingers and a portion of the wall slid open. A cylindrical robot rolled forward. It was a sort of cream color, the dingy kind where it may have once been white. There were markings of blue and gray on the side in some type of insignia, but I didn’t recognize the design or the brand.
A burst of steam exploded out the top of the robot and then a window in the center of it slid open, revealing a metal pot witha rubber-coated handle. Bane unraveled himself from my body and rolled over, reaching for the robot and the big pot.
“You can’t be serious,” I whispered, disbelieving the sight before my eyes. Two additional slots opened on the robot, with two giant mugs inside. Bane grabbed those two.
“Do you take it black?” he asked then and I moaned with excitement.
“Yes. I’ll take it, however,” I answered, too excited to care.
“Cream?” he pressed, and I nodded as he reached through another slot inside the robot. I watched, my mouth salivating as he poured coffee into the two mugs and spiked them with healthy doses of white creamy liquid.
