Page 13 of Taming the Alien Outlaw
She walks over and takes it from me, although she is careful our fingers don’t touch this time.
“Sip,” I remind her.
“Yeah, yeah.” Thankfully she listens. “So what kind of food did you order?”
While most of our supplies are stolen from shipments heading out of Preska, we have also begun growing a few things, like the lulesh trees. The fruit apparently thrives in this environment.
“There should be some meat as well as various cheeses, breads, and fruit to choose from.”
Without hesitation, Olivia removes the lid from the two platters and sets them aside. She puts something in her mouth and speaks around it.
“Not the feast I’d planned on having tonight thanks to you, but it’ll do.”
I take a sip of my drink. “I’ll give your compliments to the chef.”
If she can be sarcastic, then so can I.
“You do that.” Olivia sets her glass down on the tray, picks up the whole thing, and takes it over to the sofa with her. She places it on her lap and picks another item off one of the platters. She glances up at me.
“Don’t look at me like that. I’m hungry and might as well be comfortable while I eat.”
I stride across the room and settle at the other end of the couch. “As my guest, you should make yourself at home.”
Olivia snort laughs but continues eating. “You keep saying guest like you’re trying to convince yourself that’s what I am, when we both know I’m nothing more than a prisoner. Just because you’re keeping me in a fancy cell and feeding me nice food doesn’t make it any less so.”
Perhaps she is right in that she is not entirely a guest, but now that she is under my roof I’m finding it hard to imagine her anywhere else. The scent of her has been difficult to ignore. My cock has been semi-hard since I scooped her up within Preska’s city limits. I don’t anticipate that changing any time soon. Not only that, but it’s taking every bit of self-control I have to keep the fever that’s burning inside me at a manageable level.
“Does that mean you are at my mercy, then? If you are a prisoner?”
Olivia releases a laugh. “Since I’m sure you’d like to keep your balls where they are, I’d put that thought right out of your mind.”
I raise a brow. “That is the second time you have threatened me with this punishment. Do you have an infatuation with my cock?”
“You wish,” she says, but her cheeks darken in color.
“As a matter of fact…” I let my words trail off.
Olivia shakes her head. “Not happening, Warden. You’re far too arrogant for me.”
“Did we not decide it is confidence I have?”
“Ha. Maybeyoudecided.”
“Maybe I did.”
We settle into a surprisingly comfortable silence while sipping our drinks. The only sound is from each bite Olivia takes. At last she glances over at me.
“Sorry, I’ve sort of commandeered all the food. Did you want any?”
“I am fine, thank you.”
She shrugs and returns to eating as if it’s of no consequence whether I chose to indulge or not. She takes another sip of her tavese and shudders.
“This stuff still tastes like shit. I doubt I’m going to acquire a taste for it.” Yet, she continues drinking.
“You don’t have to finish it merely to be polite.”
Olivia stares at me. “Do I strike you as a person who fakes being polite?”
