“This isn’t like you, Blue. I know you better than that. You know what betrayal of this caliber means,” Bane murmured, his tone hard and dangerous. He pulled his gun from his hip, the very one I’d tried to shoot him with and failed. He cocked the weapon and curled his forefinger around the trigger, adjusting it in his palm as he did so. Blue shook hard, and I swore I could see his life passing before his eyes at that very moment.
“Please. It wasn’t me. They threatened my daughter,” Blue cried out. He was clearly terrified and scant seconds away from tears.
“Who? Be specific or else I’ll ensure that you never leave here alive,” Bane demanded.
“It was Credare. He intercepted my usual smuggling route; somehow knew I was on my way to you and forced me to take on that crate and told me I had to deliver it straight to you, personally,” Blue explained. He looked just about ready to piss himself, he was so scared.
Bane walked up to him and pressed the gun underneath his chin.
“You’re telling me the truth, Blue?”
The blue man nodded enthusiastically.
“Please. Have mercy, boss,” he begged. After a tense, prolonged moment, Bane withdrew his weapon and sighed.
“Disarm the bomb and have it taken apart for scrap metal,” Bane instructed his guards. “As for you, Blue, consider yourself fucking lucky because now you get to do something for me. You’re going to let Credare that I got his message loud and clear and that if he wants to meet to discuss his encroachment on my shipping routes, he better come here and tell me himself. Oh. And get your daughter somewhere safe, for fucking god’s sake,” he bellowed.
Blue trembled and nodded his head.
“Anything else I need to know?” Bane pressed and Blue shook his head.
“Good. Now get the fuck out of here before I change my mind and splatter your brains all over the dirt,” Bane said then.
“Yes, boss. Anything for you,” Blue replied, clearly still terrified.
Bane waved his hand and the guards released the blue alien crew. They raced back onto their ship, while several guards worked on disarming the bomb.
“See? I knew having an assistant would be useful,” Bane purred at me and I scoffed.
“You’re just saying that because I touched your cock,” I retorted, but I could help myself as I grinned back at him.
“Maybe,” he answered with a shrug before he turned his eyes back to me. Dark and full of promise. “You’ll do more than just touch it later, my little human.”
I shivered, aroused at his words, suppressing a laugh at the same time.
Yeah. I probably would.
* * *
The next several weeks passed by in a blur. I accompanied Bane on several more scheduled smuggling drop-offs as well as all around the city to visit local businesses so that Bane could collect his share of the profit. I learned more about the Syndicate’s operation here, and how he provided many different products to various people throughout the entire planet. I saw more of Dryac than I had ever seen before, from the nicest, most upstanding neighborhoods to the sleaziest alleyways and bars, but Bane never left my side. With his presence alone, no one thought to even touch me. It was liberating in a sense.
As his assistant, I was both his eyes and ears. His business associates constantly underestimated me for a dumb, ditzy half-naked human female, but I was able to pick up on many things Bane hadn’t been able to before, like when his associates tried to undercut his profits and keep a larger share for themselves. I even stopped an assassination attempt from one of the Association’s planted allies. Bane paid me very well for the help I gave him, and I was able to start consistently transferring credits into my family’s account on a more regular basis. It was good work and I enjoyed it.
I began to grow more comfortable with each passing day. The more time we spent together, the more I craved being around him and the more I began to care about him. Beneath his dark, gritty exterior, he was actually a kind man with a quiet sense of justice and understanding. He showed his nature time andtime again, from freeing a starving child from a brutal sentence of hard labor for thievery to ensuring that the women who sold themselves on the street did it for themselves, and not for any man who claimed to own them. I even saw him slip bread and sweets to the homeless families on the street from time to time. He pretended that he didn’t, that he was big and tough, but I saw it all.
I began to genuinely like him, far more than I thought I would.
I looked forward to our nights and mornings together in the privacy of his home. When I was with him then, I felt like I was the only one in the world. He’d look at me, his eyes bright with both admiration and control. He was an incredibly dominant man and I liked that.
He kept me entirely naked most of the time so that he could enjoy my body whenever he pleased. I craved those moments when he would trace his fingers across my shoulder and push my hair to one side, revealing the tender flesh of my throat and then kiss me there, causing a shiver to race down my spine. Or when he would gently take me over his knees and spank me before telling me to lie down and spread my legs for him. Sometimes he would fuck my pussy and other times he’d take only my ass, but every night I would end up sore, spent, and sated, cuddled into his embrace.
Sometimes, in the evenings, I’d curl up at his feet while he worked with my cheek resting on his knee, his fingers moving absently through my hair while he read something on his screen. He never made me. I just ended up there. I told myself it was because the floor was warm. I didn’t examine it further than that.
There was one evening in particular I kept coming back to. He’d been working late, something about a disputed shipment, and I’d fallen asleep on the floor with my head on his knee without meaning to. When I woke up his hand was still in my hair. He hadn’t moved me. Hadn’t put me in the bed. Just left his hand there and kept working, like keeping me close while I slept was the most natural thing in the world.
I didn’t say anything about it the next morning.
Neither did he.
