Page 25 of Under His Heel

It wasn’t easy though. Alex had to keep his mouth open and take care not to let Tracht’s dick slip out, and he definitely didn’t want to accidentally hurt him with his teeth. Drool started dripping out of the corners of his mouth. The first time he tried to wipe it away, Tracht batted at his hand. Okay then. Alex closed his eyes and tried to ignore the grossness.

Every breath he took came with a large whiff of Tracht’s musk, and Tracht’s thighs warmed his body. Alex’s knees ached a bit, but shifting around would have dislodged Tracht. Another thing he just had to endure.

Alex tried to imagine Tracht actually being happy for a change. It didn’t really seem possible. Except last night Tracht had given him that pastry, right? And they’d left the gym when Parsons showed up. Like, yeah, Tracht had made Alex apologize but they’d left after Alex requested it. And walking around today hadn’t been so bad. Oh, and Tracht had let Alex sleep in the bed with him last night. That had been nice too.

The pain in Alex’s knees turned a bit sharper, the ache in his jaw a bit more pronounced. If Alex endured this, maybe Tracht would keep letting Alex walk around the ship.

Tracht ran his fingers through Alex’s hair, soothing, and murmured some words Alex couldn’t make out. Alex had the sense he should have been objecting, but his concentration was focused on keeping his mouth slack and shifting minutely to alleviate the tension in his knees. His eyes slipped open briefly; Tracht was still tapping on the tablet.

Alex closed his eyes again.

He didn’t know how long he’d been sitting there. Time kind of floated on, and it wasn’t until the door opened that he gained awareness of his surroundings—and his body—again.

“Captain!”

Tracht’s legs shifted lightly and the chair slid closer, boxing Alex in neatly underneath the desk. The desk had a solid base that was bolted to the floor, so whoever had come in wouldn’t be able to see Alex at all. Okay. No need to worry.

Spit dribbled down Alex’s chin and landed on Tracht’s chair.

“Ms. Espinosa. Did you speak with engineering?” Tracht leaned forward and propped himself up on his elbows.

“I did, sir. Chief Engineer Maler is going to make sure maintenance happens more regularly, and he apologizes deeply for the oversight.” Espinosa paused. “Is your bondservant not here?”

“I have him occupied with a task,” Tracht answered, completely calm. Alex would have laughed if he didn’t have his mouth stuffed with cock.

Alex heard Espinosa approach. “Sir, are you sure he can be trusted? He looks even more, um, uncivilized than the last one.”

Well fuck her. Alex tensed and was half ready to leap out from under the desk. Tracht pressed his legs against Alex’s side to keep him in place though, which was warning enough. Fine. Alex would have to sit there and listen to her badmouth him. Bitch.

“I assure you, Ms. Espinosa, that Alex is perfectly suited for the task I picked him for. You have no need to worry about his integrity. I would never jeopardize the ship in any way; you know that.” There was a hint of an edge in Tracht’s voice, and Alex warmed to hear it.

“Yes. Of course. I didn’t mean to overstep.” She sounded chastised, at least. “Um, engineering also expressed concerns over the engine’s fuel consumption. It might be time to look into upgrading.”

“Naturally.” Tracht leaned backwards and sighed. Alex found his nose pressed right against Tracht’s pubic hair. “Can you get me more details on the issue? See if engineering has any suggestions. Though we’ll probably have to wait until we’re in comm-space again to do a proper analysis.”

“Yes, sir.” There was a moment of awkward silence, and then Espinosa left.

Once the door shut behind her, Tracht started chuckling. He pushed the chair away and pulled himself out of Alex’s mouth. “That was fun,” Tracht said. “You wanted to fight her, didn’t you?”

Alex sat down on his ass and groaned at finally being off his knees. “Yeah. She’s a—” and right, no way was Alex cussing out loud. He settled on, “She’s full of herself.”

For some reason Tracht smiled even wider. “You were very, very good, Alex.” He pulled a tissue from a box on the desk and wiped his cock off, then tucked himself away again. He used the same tissue to wipe Alex’s face, which was gross, but not enough for Alex to protest it.

“And your notes were tolerable. I’ve transferred them to my own tablet and left you comments, so you can take the time to read them and, perhaps, learn how to improve.” Tracht stood and stretched his arms. “Shall we get lunch?”

Alex’s stomach grumbled, and he quickly nodded. He had no idea why Tracht was suddenly in such a good mood, but he wasn’t going to question it.

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The canteen was a lot more crowded now than when they’d been docked, with around twenty people already seated at booths in small groups. They all looked up when he and Tracht entered, but that was about the extent of their acknowledgment.

Tracht led them to the serving line. “Good afternoon, Ms. Durmaz. What’s on the menu today?”

The cook smiled briefly. “Good afternoon, Captain. I made moussaka, fried chicken, and a vegetarian lasagna. What will you be having?”

Tracht selected the moussaka for himself and the veggie lasagna for Alex, and then had Alex carry the tray with both meals to an empty booth. Alex wasn’t all that surprised that they sat alone; nobody wanted to dine with the boss. Still, it was weird that they were even here at all. This was the first time they’d eaten in the canteen, not just taken their food and gone back to Tracht’s cabin.

“Something on your mind, Alex?” Tracht asked.

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