Page 60 of Escape Velocity

“Does that make you hotter?” he asked in a gritty voice.

“Yes,” she breathed.

“Why?”

“I don’t know.”

He didn’t know why it was doing the same to him, either. Perhaps it was the feeling of total control over her.

“But it won’t make you come, will it?”

“I don’t think so.”

He spanked her one more time, then reached between her legs again, dipping in and out of her vagina, being careful to stay away from her clit. She was quivering harder, her whole body vibrating.

“You need to come.”

“Yes,” she gasped.

“But you can’t do it until I’m ready to give it to you. What are you feeling?”

“I . . .”

“Answer me,” he demanded, forgetting that he had ordered her to silence at the beginning of this session.

“Like my whole body is on fire.”

“Good.”

“The guards never did this to us,” she whispered, a pleading note in her voice.

He laughed. “They gave you drugs to deaden you sexually. There wouldn’t have been any point in trying to charge you up, would there?”

When she said nothing, he demanded, “Answer me when I ask you a question.”

“I guess that’s right. There would have been no point,” she conceded, her voice thick and high.

He stepped away. “I need a cold drink. Don’t move. If you do, you’ll be sorry.”

He stepped out of the bay, hurried to the galley and filled a glass with cold water, which he dumped over his head. The shock helped a little, but not much.

Leaning against the table, he sucked in air and expelled it in a rush, wondering how much longer he could keep this up. One thing he was pretty sure of; the two of them weren’t going too far from where she was standing when he released her.

He strode to his cabin, scooped up a wad of bedding, and carried it back down the corridor.

From the doorway, he watched her hands clench on the leather straps. Walking with light steps, he crossed the room and threw down the bedding.

“Have you cooled down?” he asked, making her jump as she heard the question.

“No.”

“Let’s see.” He reached between her legs, feeling her wet, swollen sex.

“Are you sorry you attacked my friend?”

“Yes.”

“Do you think you’ve been punished enough?”

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