Page 18 of A Savage Bargain

“Holy shit, this bed feels amazing,” I blurted out.

He chirped a laugh and then, green eyes blazing, all thoughts of the deceptively comfortable bed fled. Krake’s mouth captured mine and his tongue darted in and out. He placed one hand to the side of my face, bracing himself above me. And then, in one fluid motion, he entered me. I moaned into his mouth at the pleasurable fullness from his engorged cock. The moan became a gasp when something clasped a fold of my pussy.

Krake’s hips rose and fell as he pushed deeper and deeper into me. His clasper lived up to its name, the pressure on my sensitive skin heightening the incredible pleasure I was already experiencing. A singular wave of desire built up, higher and higher, in time with his in and out motion, until with a final push against me, driving me into the bed, the wave crashed over me and I cried out in ecstasy. Krake chirped and grunted along with me, and the duality of his heated yet cool cum creating a sensation unlike any I’d ever felt before.

Mind-blowing sex, indeed.

He collapsed against me as we breathed together in the afterglow. Everything seemed more sensitive. His breath echoed in my brain. The pillowy feel of the bed felt like clouds. The scent of the sea filled my nostrils. My sweat dripped down my skin, across my body. I wrapped my arms around Krake and held him close. He startled at the movement and then rested against me, his hand rising to caress my face for a moment.

And then he broke our embrace and stood over me. “I will let the Collector know you are ready. Re-dress.” With thatpronouncement, he collected his discarded clothing and strode naked from the room.

I sat up on my elbows, staring after him. “What the hell,” I muttered.

Chapter Nine

Tears threatenedto overflow my eyes. I wiped them away with the back of my hand. It was just sex. It was just the final test for the Collector. Why would I think there was any emotion there? Anger, sadness, and fear fought within me for supremacy. I stomped them all down and chose numbness. Then I stood from the bed and searched for my sliver of a dress. I fumbled to put it back on while the sound of talking filtered in from the main living quarters. When the voices stopped, I exited the bedroom. Krake’s eyes met mine, face impassive as always, when I joined him, dressed again in the barely-there green glittery cloth straps that pretended to be a complete outfit.

“Are you ready for the Auction?” he asked.

A wave of dizziness hit me. Somehow, I forgot it was tonight. Now.

“Are you ready for the Auction?” he repeated his question, a sound like uncertainty coloring his voice.

With a deep breath, I nodded and walked to stand beside him. I gazed up at him, trying to hold on to the numbness I had cultivated. “I’m ready.”

Krake sniffed in response but said nothing.

I remained quiet, like a good Obedient, I supposed, waiting for him to work through whatever was distracting him.

“Are you certain?” he asked.

“Yes,” I said dully. “What else do you need me to say?”

“Let us commence.”

With that pronouncement, Krake took my elbow again and led me out of his quarters. This time, I took no notice or pleasure of anything we passed. I needed to prepare myself for the new life ahead of me. Technically, I hadn’t even signed a contract with the Collector. I didn’t know if I’d need to do that before negotiating my contract with the male who purchased me. Nausea roiled at the thought. The male who purchased me? Would it be the gray man from dinner earlier? That had only been a couple of hours ago, but already felt like years. Would I ever see Earth again? I assumed not. Interestingly, that still didn’t cause me any distress. My life on Earth hadn’t been so earth-shattering. I almost chuckled at my ridiculous thoughts.

Would I ever see Krake again? I glanced at him in my peripheral vision, awed anew by his iridescent skin covering human facial features worthy of a male supermodel. He must have sensed me looking because his head turned.

Our eyes met.

Mine began to refill with tears, so I stared straight ahead again. I needed to prepare for my new life. To forget about Krake. I barely knew him. So what that he saved me from being thrown out of an airlock? So what that I just had the best sex of my entire life? So what that we’d shared several intimate moments?

None of that mattered. I was an unexpected side job and finder’s fee. That was all.

We reached a double set of doors. Before I had the chance to ponder why external doors differed from internal doors on the ship, the metal ones before us slid open to allow entry.

This was yet another new room, much like an auditorium, with an actual stage at the far end, complete with rows of metal chairs in front. I now suspected they would be like the bed, conforming to our shapes with an exquisite level of comfort.

Well, not me, I corrected myself. I’d be up on the stage. There were already a couple of dozen human females on the stage, making me realize it was bigger than I’d guessed. I saw Olive and a few others from dinner, but many I did not recognize. Aliens of a variety of shapes and sizes, and all the colors of a color wheel, filled most of the seats around the stage.

Krake directed me toward a purple-skinned male with white hair who sat behind a floating metal table. “I am Krake Qask bringing Bailey Wicker.”

“Ah, yes, Mr. Qask, the Collector informed us of your addition.” The purple-skinned alien had a melodious voice—and a very piercing gaze as he checked me out from head to toe. When he nodded, I exhaled. “She will do nicely.” He offered me a wide smile. “Welcome, Bailey. We hope you find the match of your dreams.”

His jovial tone threw me for a moment before I remembered that for these women, they wanted this. They asked for this. Competed to be included. “Thank you,” I stuttered.

“You may escort her to the stairs and she can join the others. We will start in—” He glanced at me again. “—about fifteen Earth minutes.”

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