Page 26 of Bought and Shared
Since I’m too nervous to use the comm link to ask someone for food, I take a shower, get into a clean dress hanging in the closet, and crawl under the covers to wait for Oren to return.
I’m not sure how much time passes, but the lights are off when I awake. A warm body slips in beside mine, and, still drugged with sleep, I cuddle against it.
A heavy arm drapes around my center and pulls me impossibly close. The determined bulge of my master’s manhood presses against my backside, and I realize he’s naked.
Too tired to perseverate on that fact, I accept it and relax. As I tumble back into the dark void, I feel Oren’s reassuring kiss placed gently on the top of my head.
“Sleep well, Kitten.”
When I awaken the next morning, Oren is getting dressed. Propping myself up on my elbows, I squint against the light as I watch him put the finishing touches on his uniform.
There’s no arguing how good he looks in the form-fitting gear. My heart races and my belly gives a slow dip as he cinches hisbelt in place, accentuating his narrow waist and the breadth of his impressive chest. He looks like a movie star. Too handsome for his own good. Even though I would never have chosen this path in life for myself, I realize it has nothing to do with the man before me. He’s perfect by every metric. Except when he spanks me. That I could do without.
Was that the truth though? A part of me, no matter how small, likes his stern hands on my bottom. The way he orders me about. The way he makes me break apart. He does something to my body that I can’t explain, but I can’t deny how much I like it.
“If you keep looking at me like that, Kitten, you’re going to be on all fours, sucking my cock until it stops being so hard. Based on how horny you make me, that might take several hours to accomplish.”
Startled out of my naughty thoughts, I blush and pull the covers to my chin. “I’ll be good.”
Oren’s beautiful blue eyes meet mine. “What if I like it better when you’re bad?”
Blushing scarlet now, I nestle deeper into the most comfortable bed I’ve ever slept in.
“What should I do while you’re working today?” I ask, needing to change the subject before Oren makes good on his threat.
My stomach rumbles then, and I realize it’s been nearly twenty-four hours since I last ate.
“For starters, you’re to have a nourishing breakfast. I should have woken you last night to eat, but you looked far too peaceful to disturb.”
I appreciate his thoughtfulness, but I do need to eat. Pronto. “Should I get dressed and head down to the cafeteria then?”
Oren shakes his head. “Use the comm device on the wall to call for service of any kind. My secretary, Bryan, will see to all of your needs.”
Building up my courage, I smile. “Can my friend Cadence join me for breakfast?”
Oren thinks that over. “I’m not sure who she is or if she’s even on base.”
I explain who Cadence is and how close we’ve gotten since our chance meeting. “I’d like to stay in contact with her if I can. She’s been so kind to me and I have so few friends.”
Oren sits on the edge of the bed and tucks an unruly curl behind my ear. “I’ll look into who her masters are and see what can be arranged. Until then, eat breakfast in this chamber. I don’t want you roaming the base without me.”
Irritated that I should be a virtual prisoner while at Fort Kent, I sigh a bit dramatically. Something Oren doesn’t miss.
“Are you expressing displeasure with me, Kitten?” He asks, his full lips spreading in a knowing smirk.
“It’s just,” I think of how best to phrase it without getting myself into trouble, “I have nothing to do all day. I’m used to being very busy with chores and daily mass back home.”
It was true. Downtime was a luxury I rarely received when I lived with my parents. Now it seemed like I might end up drowning in it.
“After breakfast, I’ve arranged for you to meet with your tutor,” Oren explains. “You will begin your training in Voltanese today.”
My face brightens. “Really?”
He bobs his head. “You will quickly learn that I’m a man of my word, Aurora. I hope you trust me on that.”
As solemn as his expression is, I believe him. “I trust you, Or-, I mean, Master,” I quickly correct myself.
“Good. Because trust is key in a mate,” he explains matter-of-factly.
