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“Well now you’ve experienced it,” Traven says. “More than once. And you’re gonna experience it many more times before this trip is through. But first, you have to tell me the truth…”

He sniffs me again.

“You’re still lying.”

He swivels his hips slowly, not thrusting, just stirring his big dick inside me, pushing my pleasure right up to the precipice of my release. My skin is dripping with sweat now. My face is wet with tears. My need is clawing at my insides like a trapped beast that’s trying desperately to escape.

“Please,” I whimper. “Traven, please…”

“The truth,” he growls.

It would only take a few seconds to tell him about it all. The Gaia Group. Stanley. The datastick in my trench coat, and the horrible secret it contains. I’m sure if I told Traven, he would finally let me come.

“I… I… I…”

Suddenly, a voice booms out behind us, loud and cheerful.

“Well now! Looks like the two of you are getting along just fine without me.”

It’s Rek. He’s standing on the stairs at the side of the room with a black briefcase in his hand and a big grin on his face. He’s dressed like yesterday in a T-shirt and jeans, but I can see the shape of his hard arousal pressing against the tight denim.

Traven, startled by the unexpected intrusion, unintentionally eases his grip on my body.

I instantly seize the opportunity, wrench my right hand free, and shove it down between my legs to stroke my aching clit. At thesame time, I rock my hips, slamming my butt back into Traven’s pelvis, riding his hard cock.

It’s enough to make both of us finish.

Traven grunts like a beast as his cock pulses inside me, filling my pussy with a flood of hot, thick cum. At the same time, my own climax rips through me like an explosion. The pleasure is so brutal and intense, I almost black out from it.

Rek bites his lip as he watches. He strokes the bulge at the front of his jeans.

“Fuck, that looked amazing,” he says. “I have half a mind to spread her out on the counter and give her a load of my own…”

He scratches his head and grins.

“Gonna have to wait, though. We got ourselves a schedule to keep.”

“I take it you found what you were looking for?” Traven asks.

Rek lifts the briefcase and smirks.

“Yep. Now hurry up and meet me in the cockpit. The sooner we get on our way, the sooner we can try these bad boys out.”

He races up the stairs to the upper levels of the ship, leaving me alone with Traven again.

For a moment, neither one of us speaks, and Traven holds my body against his while his cock continues to throb and pulse inside me. Finally, he pulls out, and a gush of warm fluid spills from between my legs, splattering all over the kitchen floor.

“Guess we’ll have to continue this interrogation later,” he says. “You’ve been a bad girl, Binx. A very bad girl indeed. And on this ship, bad girls always get what’s coming to them.”

He pulls up his sweatpants and stomps away.

CHAPTER 15: BINX

Even cold, the breakfast Traven prepared for me is delicious. Eggs Benedict is fancy as it is, but the lobster makes it downright decadent, and the spicy hollandaise has just the right amount of heat.

As much as I hate to admit it, Traven is a skilled cook.

He’s skilled at other things too, and I hate to admit that even more.

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