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I lick my lips which feel dry and chapped from his aggressive kisses. “What…what are you doing Sector Leader?” It was one thing to address him informally while we were having sex, but quite another when we aren’t.
“Draken,” he corrects me, apparently disagreeing with my thought process.
“What are you doing?”
“Cleaning you off. I made quite a mess down here. Besides, you’re probably very tender between here. No?”
He wasn’t kidding. At the mention of it I note how my nether region is throbbing from his dominate takeover of my body.
The coolness of the water did soothe the soreness a bit but it was embarrassing for him to do this for me. Experiencing this level of intimacy with him was something completely unexpected.
I lick my lips again, ignoring the pleasure that threatened to ignite once again. I don’t think my body was ready for another round. I hold my breath trying not to give in to the sensation of bliss as he continues to clean me.
“I must apologize,” He says when he finishes and tosses the sponge aside.
I quickly close my legs. “W-what are you apologizing for?”
“For being so rough with you? I shouldn’t have lost control like that. There’s a lot going on right now and I took it out on you.”
“I see,” I say, but I don’t really. I’m sure being Sector Leader is a stressful position to hold but I would have thought that if anyone could handle it, it would be this beast of a man.
I don’t know what prompts me to say it but I say the first thing that pops in my mind. “You have the easy job right? You get to boss your subordinates around and ignore the needs of thehomo sapiens under your rule.” I can’t keep the bitterness from my voice and the moment it leave my mouth, I realize I’d fucked up.
I flinch away from him and squeeze my eyes shut, bracing myself for my punishment. I remember all the times when I spoke my mind only to face physical retribution.
When no such punishment comes, I open one eye first and see him staring back at me with now bright blue eyes. And then I open the other.
He’s face is expressionless but something flickers in his eyes that seems familiar. Was it sadness?
It couldn’t be. What did this man have to be sad about? He is on top of the food chain, one of the strongest Sector Leaders in the world. With his kind of power he can live however he wants.
“I’m sorry for speaking out of turn,” I lower my head.
“You don’t have a high opinion ofsuperiousdo you?”
I keep my thoughts to myself. I’m not going to fall for this trap. Instead I say, “It’s not my place to say one way or the other.”
“I give you leave to speak freely, Jamie. Despite what you may think of me, I never wished for you to be afraid of me.”
I’m not sure I could trust his words. It wouldn’t be the first time I was tricked by asuperious. “My Lord, I?—”
“Draken,” he interrupts.
I release a heavy sigh. Maybe it’s silly to be uncomfortable addressing him so informally considering we had been intimate only moments before, but calling him by his first name put us on a different level. It humanized him in a way that I don’t want to consider. ‘I’d rather not…Draken.”
“You have my word, Jamie. I wish to hear your thoughts.”
“My thoughts are that the Registry is absolutely ridiculous.” I can’t look him in the eyes because then I may not be able to finish my thoughts.
When he remains silent, I continue. “Imagine what it’s like to have your life decided for you without any regards to your wants and needs. And when you’re assigned a place to work you can never leave that assignment unless you’re reassigned by that same system.”
“It’s basically slavery. It doesn’t matter that we’re given wages. It’s barely enough to survive on for homo sapiens, while mostsuperiouslive in luxury and in excess at the expense of the homo sapiens. As I said, you’re at the top, so you don’t understand what it’s like to struggle and suffer.”
Tears well in my eyes as the memories come flooding back to my time as a companion. “Yes, my family lived off grid illegally to escape the Registry. But my parents did that for me and my sister so we could have a better life and not live on the whims of a master who may or may not treat us well. I’m fully aware there are men and women who enjoy their positions as companion because it often comes with perks not granted to the average homo sapien. But what about us who don’t want it? We should have a say in those types of assignments.”
To my surprise he reaches out to me and strokes me cheek. “Your previous assignment was companion. Judging by from your back, you had a difficult time of it,” he say more as a statement than a question.
I snort at his oversimplification. “That’s putting it lightly. It was a real nightmare. If we didn’t perform to the master’s liking, we couldn’t eat. There were a few companions who vied for his attention so they would do whatever they could to undermine the women which would result in us being punished. If I spoke up for myself, I’d get beat, if I looked at the Master in a way he didn’t like, I’d get beat. If I didn’t perform to his liking I would get beat. Every little offense would result in a beating. The Master was a vile sadistic man, who would make us do stuffnot only with him but with each other. And sometimes, when he entertained guests, we have to do stuff with them as well.”
