Page 12 of A Savage Bargain

He thrust into my mouth a few more times before his hand dropped from the back of my head and he withdrew. I swallowed a final time, then cleared my throat. A white substance, thicker but otherwise similar to what human males produced, coated the hand that had gripped Krake’s clasper. When I noticed Krake watching me, I lifted the hand to my mouth. One by one, Iinserted each finger, sucking off the cum. His pupils dilated at the action, and his cock rose slightly.

“You like that?” I purred.

“Very much.” His bright green eyes narrowed. “Why did you exclaim?”

I sat back on my heels, staring up at my savior-captor, debating how to answer. “You taste like an omega-3 supplement,” I told him. “It’s formulated from a type of?—”

“Yes, I know,” he said, cutting me off. “How did you feel about that?”

I licked my lips, removing the last drops of his cum. “I love fish,” I lied. If it’s one thing I’ve learned, men always wanted to hear you loved the taste of their cum.

Chapter Six

Krake nodded in approval.“This is a good start. We will make an Obedient of you yet.”

I bristled at the term, despite its inevitability, but said nothing.

He leaned down to pull his underwear and pants back up. “Time to clean, and then we go to dinner.” Without another word, he strode toward a door-sized indent in the wall. Not surprisingly, when he reached it, the indentation shimmered and slid open to reveal another room. “Follow.”

At his command, I scrambled to do so, my brain trying to wrap around the idea that a shimmering wall could become a door. I stopped moving once inside the revealed room. It was like a bathroom on Earth, except in that fascinating metal that was everywhere on the ship. A rectangular mirror hung over a counter to my left. An enclosed space that I presumed was a shower was to my right. Directly ahead was… well, a box of sorts. The toilet, maybe. That’s when I noticed more of the other differences. There was nothing in the bathroom. No towels, toiletries, or other indications that he used the bathroom. And, just like the rest of the ship, there was no odor. It smelled empty. Clean. Like nothing.

Krake had still been moving, oblivious to my stopping to marvel. He stopped at the enclosed space to my right and turned, making a chirping noise, probably of disapproval. “Disrobe and step inside the megran.”

“The what?”

He closed his eyes. “Shower. Megran means shower.”

I experienced wicked déjà vu, stripping for the alien yet again, but this time, it was almost no big deal. Almost. After all, he’d seen me naked, and I’d had his cock and clasper in my mouth. What was a little nudity between… friends? Hah, not hardly. After kicking off my shoes, I yanked my black tank top over my head and pulled my jeans down, taking my cotton underwear with them.

His eyes flicked over my naked body, slower and with more interest than before. A finder’s-fee level of interest, or something else? My nipples didn’t care, jumping to attention like before.

I wrapped my hands around my chest and waited for the next instructions. As difficult as this wholeobedientthing was, my survival instinct was stronger, and I really could learn.

Krake pointed into the enclosure.

I moved to pass him.

He sniffed the air when I was close and his eyes dilated. Or at least I thought they did. The bright green truly made it hard to tell.

I passed him and stood in the enclosure, unsure what to do next. There were no handles, knobs, or anything else to show how to activate the megran.

Krake uttered a string of dolphin chirps of varying volume and length.

A low rumble started and then my skin began to tingle. “What’s happening?” I asked, fear worming its way back in. Was the technology of the shower safe for humans?

“The megran is voice-activated,” he explained. “We do not use water—” His derisive tone irked me. “—but ions, as they are less wasteful and require fewer additional implements.”

Implements? Oh, like the toiletries that were missing from his bathroom, I realized. The tingling increased, providing a gentle massage across my entire body. “I could get used to this,” I mumbled, stretching my arms out to either side.

“That is good,” Krake responded, though I hadn’t directed the comment to him.

I gazed in his direction, trying to read his comment, and then decided it didn’t matter. No matter how much my body responded to him, I was simply a means to a finder’s fee. So as not to allow the anxiety back in, I focused on the ionic shower. My head rolled back and forth on my neck, and for the first time since this nightmare began, some of the tension drained from me.

“Time to dress,” Krake said, right before the tingles faded away.

I frowned at the removal of the awesome tingles and then turned to face the alien.

“Follow me,” he said, and I wondered how many more times he’d say that to me.

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