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“Lee.”
She flinched as his hands skimmed over her hips and ass and then forced herself to go still as he slid his fingers between her stomach and the plastic bed, which yielded to his touch. His thumbs met over her mound and slipped between her folds until he captured her clit between them.
“I’m going to make you come.”
He started to rub her already aroused clit. She closed her eyes and willed herself not to react, but it was too difficult. She froze into a climax and shuddered through it while he continued to pluck at her clit. The intensity of her reaction to the orgasm both surprised and embarrassed her. She could only hope that he hadn’t noticed.
The table tilted upward and the probe in her ass disappeared and was replaced by his cock. Keeping one thumb pressed hard on her clit, he fucked her with a steady motion. The slap of hisgroin against her sensitized ass made her writhe and try to get away from him, but there was nowhere to go. She simply had to endure and keep coming for as long as he wanted her to.
God, it was so humiliating. She wanted to beg him to stop, but she knew that’s what he wanted. Her submission, and her acknowledgment that she was totally in his power. And she’d never give him that, even if it were true. There was always another day. Always another opportunity to rise against him and succeed. So she’d take the punishments he meted out to her until she understood what was going on, and then she’d work out how to survive him.
He climaxed and pulled out, and she breathed easier. She heard the sound of running water, and then he appeared at the top of the table and yanked her head up with a fist in her hair. The probe in her mouth retracted.
“Suck me.”
Her lips didn’t want to comply at first, so he took over, fucking her mouth so deeply that she eventually managed to grip him with her lips to stop him. She tasted pine soap and his come as he worked himself hard again and then withdrew.
He settled one hand over her mound and the other between her breasts, stretching out his long, callused fingers to pluck and play with her nipples and clit. She fought a gasp as he slid his cock in her cunt, and she came again and again until it stopped being pleasurable and simply hurt, but he didn’t stop fucking her. Eventually she couldn’t fight anymore and let him pound away.
He came, and she didn’t even react. Just lay there as the table removed the restraints from her body. He rolled her over onto her back, and she kept her gaze lowered and her mouth shut.
“Come.”
He attached the leash to her collar and pulled on it. She scrambled off the machine, her knees giving way as her feet hit the floor. He held her up with one strong hand under her elbow.
“Don’t make me do this again, Lee. You wasted a whole day when we could’ve been training.”
She concentrated on putting one foot in front of the other, sore and aching, doubting she’d be offered an opportunity to alleviate that. He took her back to her cage and made her kneel in front of him while he unclipped the leash.
“Night, Lee.”
She crawled over and lay down on her blanket, curling herself up into a tight ball. Whatever happened tomorrow, she’d survived another day. That was something. The thing to do was sort out what kind of environment she was in and learn how to defeat it. The trouble was, she had no idea what was going on. This place and her “trainer” Rehz Akran were like nothing she’d ever experienced before.
But that hadn’t stopped her in the past. She’d dealt with ending up on the wrong planet, being mistaken for an intergalactic criminal, and surviving the Mitan prison system. All she had to do was work out what Akran wanted, make him think she was going to give it to him, and then kill him.
Easy.
CHAPTER
TWO
“Do it again.”
Anna set her jaw and raised the heavy practice sword to meet Akran’s.
“You’re not trying.”
They were in the training complex, in a circular arena that reminded her of a round pen they’d used to school horses they’d had on the ranch. There were other pairs of trainers and . . . whatever she was, dotted around the space. All of the trainers—nine men and one woman—had wandered over to stare at her, and all of them, without exception, had put their hands on her.
At least her tits and ass were covered in the stretchy black bikini-type outfit Akran referred to as workout clothes. Of course, he could still put his hand up her skirt or slip it under the thin bandeau wrapped around her chest. And he did. Way too often for her liking. She was still sore from the lesson he’d given her the day before and the cock-sucking session that would now, apparently, start every day.
“Lee!”
She gasped as his sword met hers and knocked her clean off her feet. Within a second he crouched over her, his razor-edged blade biting into her throat.
“You need to concentrate.”
“I’ve never fought with a sword before. It’s not part of my culture.”
