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Lissa didn’t want him at all. She was only here because of the bounty on her head. A bounty he intended to collect, all but guaranteeing that he never saw her again.
He didn’t want to think about this. The last thing he needed was strife between himself and his shipmates. At the same time, just the thought of sharing guard duties, with Vullumin particular, was enough to make him see darker and darker shades of red. His eyes burned from it.
No way was he going to put Lissa in that man’s care. Not that Vullum wouldn’t take care of her, but there was no doubt in Bruwes’s mind that he would also mount her. Not forcibly, that wasn’t Vullum’s nature, but Bruwes had given Lissa two firm lessons in submission and she might not be picky about who she submitted to.
Bruwes could barely see past the fury of Lissa moaning beneath anyone but him, or past the realization that he was being completely unreasonable.
Lissa wasn’t his, but he wanted her.
He never should have mixed business with pleasure, and yet the minute he was in the room with her, her scent lured him to her and he just couldn’t help himself.
He had to stop, but he wasn’t sure he could. Not without losing control, and not without risking her life if he did.
And yet, without a working jump coil, the Raider was all but adrift, easy pickings for better pirates than they were. Even with a jump coil, they had no home-world or safe harbor to run to.
Turning Lissa over was his only option, no matter how alluring she was or how much he loved watching her yield to his authority. He ached for every chance he could steal to be close to her; he burned to take command of her small body.
When the time came, though, he would give all that up. He’d trade her to Corporate for the money to fix his ship, and probably spend the rest of his days resenting himself, the way Vullum resented him now, for making such a trade.
Bruwes shook his head and left the kitchen. When he saw Lissa again, he wouldn’t blame her if she destroyed him.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Her bottom was so,so sore.
Her pussy was almost as tender, though the pounding it had taken had been different. As rough as the spanking had been, if not rougher, but better.
Fantastic, in fact.
Yes, Bruwes had been unbelievably good. Rather, he’d made her feel unbelievably good.
After having spanked the hell out of her ass. Hell, evenwhilehe’d been spanking her.
Lying on her stomach on the bed, blindfolded, gagged and her hands tied behind her back, Lissa strained to explore her sore bottom with her fingers. She couldn’t reach much and fondling her own tender flesh wasn’t the same as the rough touch of Bruwes’s hands, the way he’d forced her to take it even when it hurt.
What was she doing? Why was she even thinking this? He’d bent her over his lap and spanked her like she was a little girl. He’d then bent her over the end of the bed and fucked her like she was anything but. What kind of punishment was that? The spanking had certainly dampened her enthusiasm for escape attempts, but the sex that followed tempted her to try again.
She couldn’t help it, her legs spread, her hips arching, grinding her pubis against the edge of the mattress where he’d left her. Just the right amount of pressure hit all the right places in return.
This was what happened when a person spent all her life jumping from one archeological site to another. What about this was supposed to be erotic? She’d been kidnapped. She was on her way to Corporate jail with a bounty on her head, and she had an alien being living inside her! What part of any of that was sexy?
None! And yet here she was, futilely trying to rub one out against a corner of the mattress because she couldn’t deal with the sensations and thoughts Bruwes kept arousing in her. No matter how many times he’d already made her come, she needed more and it was right there, just out of reach. If only he would come back and catch her in the act. She wasn’t actually sure he’d do anything—she wasn’t trying to escape, after all—but she indulged herself in a furtive fantasy in which he punished her for touching the captain’s property, herself, without his permission. Oh, she was almost there…
Unexpectedly, the entity in her head piped up, I can help with that.
Lissa gasped as a blossom of heat unlike anything she’d yet felt sparked all throughout her clit, like the gentle touch of two fingers—two hot, fiery fingers—radiating through her sex all the way to her womb. She arched her hips, lifting off the mattress in surprise.
It felt good, despite the enormous drag factor of mortification as she realized she’d been sharing her private fantasy—and everything else—with the alien presence.
Knock it off!
You don’t mean that.
Her thighs clenched, her butt tucking in, but the fire remained. Ghostly touches flared, turning her womb to a molten throb, making her breasts flush and nipples harden, and coaxing trickles of fluid from her sex to dampen the sheet beneath.
I mean it,she thought, twisting and grinding against the phantom sensations filling her up inside.Knock it off!
But you like it,it protested, then paused, itching around inside her skin as it assessed her.No,it mused, you don’t like it. Your physical body reacts, but your emotions are very different. Why? I can stimulate each nerve cluster with precision unmatched by any mere subastral being, certainly better than that half-feral male whose primitive reproductive appendage you want to taste so badly. Oh, I give up! No matter what I do, you’re always complaining.
