Page 4 of Captain's Companion

“I know you bought me but…,” Gwyn swallowed hard.

“Do you like the beads,” Ulrik asked softly pulling her close to him.

“Yes but that isn’t the point,” Gwyn said. “I pay my way.”

“Yes,” he said. “Captains often buy their companions presents. Have other captains purchased you gifts?”

“No,” Gwyn said her face bright red.

A thrill zipped through him. “Good,” he said. “I like being the first.”

“Oh. I’m not… My profile was clear,” Gwyn said misunderstanding what he meant.

“You’ve had other clients,” Ulrik said. “I’m aware.”

“If you wanted an innocent, there are some available,” Gwyn said.

“I wanted you,” he said. He turned the corner away from the shops and all the people. He felt some of his tension slide away. “I saw you and wanted you.” Seeing an empty corridor, he couldn’t resist. Turning her into his arms, he pressed her against the wall, trapping her there with his aroused body. Her eyes widened and her breath shortened. His mouth touched hers as he slid his hands down to cup her bottom. He squeezed her bottom, pressed her against his needy cock. He needed their clothes gone. His mouth wandered down her neck to the curve of her breast.

“Captain,” she murmured.

“Say my name,” he demanded.

“Ulrik,” she whispered. “Someone will see. I’ll have to pay a fine.”

“Naked,” he growled stepping back. His eyes swept over her, saw her taut nipples pushing against the loose shirt. “I want you naked.”

“Is the ship far,” she asked.

Picking up her bags, he dragged her close to him. “Too far,” he growled and rushed her along the corridor.

Gwyn hurried to keep up. Never had one of her clients been so demanding or so aroused. Nearly running to keep up with him, she didn’t complain.

Ulrik slowed his steps as he realized she struggled to keep up with him. “You tell me when I push your limits,” he said. “Whether we’re walking or doing other things.”

“I understand your needs,” she said.

“You always have a choice,” he said. “We will be lovers, but you always have a choice.”

“Captain,” the ensign on the hatch to the ship snapped to attention.

“Ensign Brickle,” he said.

“Do you want me to have someone take the luggage,” Ensign Brickle asked.

“No, thank you, Ensign,” Ulrik said.

Gwyn started to say hi but Ulrik pulled her away from the young man. “Are you restricting who I talk to,” she asked.

“Right now,” he growled. He guided her through the ship. The maze of corridors confused her. He didn’t point out anything or explain the markings. They stepped into a lift and he ordered, “Bridge level.”

“Are we going to the bridge,” she asked confused.

“My quarters are near the bridge,” he said pulling her into his arms. “The lift opens out near my ready room.”

“Will you show me around,” she asked nerves starting to hit her. She knew he’d demand sex as soon as they got to his quarters. She knew him less than an hour. She reminded herself this was the job. She was a companion which meant she was to have sex with him. No emotions. No attachments. Sex. Apparently, a lot of it if his behavior was anything to go by.

“Later,” he growled as he stepped out of the lift. She hesitated, took a deep breath, and stepped off the lift. He pushed buttons on the panel next to the door. “Say your name,” he said.

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