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Gamma shook his head, smiling. “Only if you asked me to.”

That made my jaw go slack.

“The doctor neglected to tell you,” Gamma said, “that the women in Prosperian pleasure houses are there because the authorities know it’s a good place for them to experience the submission they need. Those who don’t need submission don’t become Prosperian citizens; they emigrate to other worlds.”

I blinked at him, and a brand new blush came into my cheeks as I let myself imagine just for a moment what a Prosperianpleasure house might really be like, and what submitting not to cruel officers but to bachelor gentlemen might involve. But we had again drifted away from the part I truly needed to hear more about. I realized it was my fault, but then I understood that Gamma had patiently let me go where I needed to go, talking out my fears until a space had opened for the hope beyond them.

“But… you… you…love…” I had gotten the word out, anyway, even though everything around it seemed so incoherent.

The smile that suffused Gamma’s face seemed to make his blue skin glow.

“I do,” he said. “I love you, Tessara. It’s a thing that my special nature makes clear, and makes rather quick, though you natural humans also experience a version of it calledlove at first sight. The only question now is how it will grow. Would you also like to see how our connection will grow?”

Again my lips parted, this time without any hope of a coherent thought emerging. I nodded, though.

“Would you like me to turn up the pleasure in your sweet little cunt?” he asked, his voice so deep in his chest that it sounded like a growl.

I felt my body respond, I felt the tingle, and I heard the mortifying beep from my master’s handheld.

“Yes, sir,” I sobbed.

The smile on Gamma’s face turned hungry, wolfish even.

“Should you earn that pleasure, like a good girl?”

“Oh…” I said. Another beep from the handheld, another deep blush. My voice fell to an embarrassed, indistinct mumble. “Yes, sir.”

“On your knees,” my master told me. “You’re too sore to have my cock between your legs, and we need to train your anus properly before you have me there, so you’re going to worship my cock and swallow my seed.”

I felt my head shaking of its own accord. The beeps from Gamma’s handheld had become almost continuous, the tingle and the curbing of my body’s desires urgent, somehow making me want to be Gamma’s even more. I realized it had begun to make more sense, all of it—the governor, and the connection it forged.

Trembling slightly, I slid from the bed and sank to my knees before Gamma. The deep pile of the carpet cushioned my bare skin as I looked up at him, feeling very small. His towering form seemed even more imposing from this position, his broad shoulders blocking out the soft ambient light of the room.

I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry as I contemplated the task before me. With the Vionian officers, there had been no tenderness, no consideration—they had simply grabbed my hair and shoved themselves into my mouth, using me roughly for their own pleasure. But Gamma… Gamma was different. The way he looked at me, with a mixture of hunger and affection, made my heart race.

“Sir,” I whispered, my voice barely audible even in the quiet room. “I… I’m not sure how to begin. The Vionians, they always just…” I trailed off, unable to finish the sentence as shame and remembered pain washed over me.

Gamma’s large hand cupped my cheek, his touch impossibly gentle for one so powerful. “Sweet Tessara,” he murmured, his deep voice rumbling through me, “you must learn to follow your submissive instincts. Your body knows what to do, even if your mind is uncertain.”

I nodded, trying to quell the nervous flutter in my stomach. My eyes drifted to the obvious bulge in Gamma’s trousers, and I felt both apprehension and desire. The governor between my legs tingled softly, a constant reminder of my new status and the control Gamma held over my pleasure.

“I’ve decided,” Gamma continued, his thumb tracing my lower lip in a way that made me shiver, “that I’m going to send you to finishing school, as the doctor recommended. It will help with this process, teaching you how to embrace your submissive nature fully.”

My eyes widened at his words. “Really, sir?” I asked, a tremor in my voice. The idea seemed both terrifying and oddly exciting. What would they teach me there? How to be a proper Prosperian woman, obedient and pleasing to my master?

“Yes,” Gamma confirmed, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “You’ll learn everything you need to know to serve me well, and to thrive in your new life here on Prosperia.”

As he spoke, I felt the governor activate again, responding to my helpless arousal at the thought of being trained to please him. The tingling sensation intensified, sending waves of frustrated desire through my body. I whimpered softly, my hands clenching into fists at my sides as I fought the urge to touch myself.

Confused and embarrassed by my body’s response, but trusting even more that Gamma knew how to help me, I leaned forward and pressed a hesitant kiss to the front of his trousers. The heat of his massive cock radiated through the fabric.

I felt Gamma’s body shift as he reached for the handheld, and then I felt him raise the level of the governor. I kept my hands clenched into fists as I tried desperately to keep myself from masturbating, which I suddenly felt I must do, could scarcely help doing.

I kissed the rigid shaft over and over through the woolen fabric, only realizing secondhand, as if overhearing someone else, that I had begun to murmur, “Please… please…”

CHAPTER 23

Tessara

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