Page 30 of Stolen Slave

I set my head against his chest and readily let him have his way in this. My heart felt like it was trying to explode out of my chest.

After a minute, he nudged me away and turned me around before coaxing me to lean back against him. When I did, he massaged one arm then the other, lifting them and moving them to catch the light so I would see how I sparkled.

A hitched laugh escaped me.

Look at the pretty Vya sparkle.

If all he wanted to do was make me shiny, I could live with that. Was it weird? Hell yes. But he wasn’t hurting me, and really, wasn’t that all that mattered?

With my back pressed against his front, he shifted his hands to my breasts, kneading both of them at the same time. He was careful, not using the same pressure as he had for my shoulders and arms. And it felt amazingly good. Not sensual. Just good.

My breathing slowly returned to normal as he worked his way down. He plucked the ruby from my belly button and handed it to me. I gripped the reminder of his generosity and kindness and took a deep, cleansing breath as he again skipped my folds.

Everything is fine, I silently told myself. I’m not on Earth. I can’t expect things to be the same. I’m fed and unhurt. Both were good. Really, really good.

Steam began to fill the room before he reached my feet a second time. I knew what was next and readily followed him to the bench.

This time, when I settled onto his lap, I felt his cocks. Plural. That shit was something I wasn’t going to forget any time soon.

The heat and his gentle handling as he continued to rub the shine into my skin eventually soothed me. My head lolled back against his chest, and I breathed in the scent of him.

“You know what? This isn’t the weirdest or worst thing to happen to me. That goes to the bathhouse.” I tilted my head back to look up at him. “Thank you for rescuing me from there.”

His ears flicked forward and back, showing me he was listening, but I wondered if he understood anything.

“If there’s any chance you can take me home, I’d really like that. A lot.”

He said something, gave my arms a final rub, and reached between us, nudging my hip off of his length a little.

“Sorry,” I mumbled, keeping my head right where it was on his chest.

Withdrawing his hand, he nudged my knee with the knuckles of his loose fist. I was so relaxed my leg slid to the side before I could stop it. That was all the opening he needed to press his open, wet palm against my folds.

My eyes went wide as he started his small circular rubbing, coating me with what he’d shot into his hand, unnoticed by me.

I clutched the ruby in my hand and tried closing my legs. But he merely lifted and set me down so I was straddling his wide-spread legs while facing him.

“I don’t like this,” I said, struggling to slide off his lap.

He said a lot of words, all in that calm, measured voice of his, while his hands gripped my waist, making escape impossible.

Slowly, he reeled me in and nudged my head to his shoulder. However, he didn’t nudge my hips closer to his. The healthy distance that still separated us was the only thing that kept me from spiraling into a panic again.

With my head bent and my breathing coming fast, I watched him reach between us and grab his first cock. He pointed it at my opening and spread his legs a little wider, thereby spreading me wider. Then he shot his sparkle-spunk, coating my folds, hit after hit.

Once I was dripping with it, he reached between us and rubbed it in with the flat of his hand. He didn’t start in the center. Instead, he smoothed the not-cleanser into the crease of my thigh then slowly worked his way around my folds. The fear melted. The panic loosened its hold.

Something more dangerous took the place of both.

Anticipation.

One hand pressed against the small of my back, keeping my hips from pulling away. His other hand stayed between my legs, dancing around my core, creating a subtle ache.

My breathing didn’t calm with the rest of me. It increased.

When he finally worked what remained into my inner folds, it felt good. Too good. If he would have played any longer, I might have ground against his palm when he skimmed it over my clit. Instead, I managed to hold still and not make a sound.

He seemed satisfied that I’d let him “wash” all of me and shifted me into the snuggle position I was used to. I cuddled in and tried to ignore the light throb he’d created between my legs.

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