Page 38 of Stolen Slave

Steam continued to fill the room, relaxing me. Eventually, I moved closer to lean against him. The skin-to-skin contact just felt so amazing.

One hand continually stroked down my back, lulling me so much that I didn’t even react when he reached between us.

A rapid succession of not-cleanser hit me right between my splayed legs. The small sound that escaped me was half-shock and half-moan because some of the hits were landing just right. A moment later, his fingers were there, gently stroking through my folds.

I exhaled heavily and moved slightly so he was touching me more firmly.

“That feels really good,” I said softly.

I trailed my fingers over his nippleless pectoral as he worked.

“I bet my nipples are as odd to you as you having none is to me.” I lifted my head to look at the blue orbs of his eyes. “Thanks for not being rapey. I don’t think I could have lived through that.”

His roaming hand nudged my head back to his chest while the other continued to work the shimmer cream into my skin. The slow, methodical circles drove me to distraction. He never went too close to my opening and only brushed over my clit a few times. Just enough to get me going but not nearly enough to deliver the destination.

I almost whined when he withdrew his hand.

Maybe I’d get lucky, and he’d decide I needed another not-shower again later.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

VYA

After leaving the shower room, he led me to the space with the large bins he’d filled with gems. He went straight to one and started shuffling through the precious stones. I wasn’t sure what he was doing until he found another one about the size of my red one and tried placing it in my belly button.

I didn’t need any additional prompting. While he spent time doing whatever with the ship’s computer, I dug through the gems for alternate belly button decor. I found some real beauties in there. Rubies, emeralds, and sapphires were easy to identify, but many of the others were a mystery to me. There was a yellow one with flecks of gold in it that caught the light when I moved. A white one that was both see-through and iridescent, which reminded me of Khorahn and had me wishing for another co-ed shower.

My stomach was growling again by the time I had twelve unique gems set aside. And that was only the belly button pile. I had slightly smaller versions in sets that I hoped he’d let me keep for my ears. He had all that chain in the one room, after all. Maybe I could rig some kind of earrings.

I wasn’t a diva by any means, but I didn’t know any sane person who wouldn’t jump at the chance to wear this much wealth on their person.

Khorahn’s fingers slid along the cleft of my ass, startling me, but not in a bad way. I straightened from my bent-over position and showed him what I’d found.

“Can I keep all of them?”

His answer was to run his hands over both my arms and pick me up.

I made a sad face and looked down at the piles we were leaving behind. When I immediately leaned into him for comfort, he hugged me closer and said something.

“I really hope that was, ‘Yes, dear,’ in your language.”

He walked out of the room with a determined stride. His steps echoed down the stark metal hallway. I should have paid attention to where we were going. Instead, I played my fingers over his chest and tried not to think of how warm his hand was on my side. Or how much I wished he was touching me somewhere else.

A door opened, and he turned into the kitchen.

I smiled up at him.

“You really are good to me.”

I drank down the water he offered and readily sat on his lap for my helping of oatmeal. The greyish paste was still good, but I was kind of getting sick of eating the same thing. Which was why I leaned back against Khorahn before I finished it all.

“I think I’m full,” I said, reaching up and around him to loop my arms around his neck. I didn’t know why I did it, only that I was feeling snuggly and affectionate toward him despite leaving my gems behind.

He stroked a hand down my side, over my hip, and around my inner thigh before retracing the path back up. I didn’t say anything. Just closed my eyes and let him continue to touch me.

His touch never veered from the original path, but my chest started to ache, and my nipples tightened. And with the way my legs were still spread, my core started to throb too. But I didn’t pull away or try to calm down all those misguided signals. I simply floated, enjoying his touch and getting more worked up by the second.

He said something to me. The words lacked their usual low and slow tone and carried a bit of growl to them. But the tone didn’t worry me. It should have. I knew it should have. The concern just wouldn’t emerge, no matter how much I focused on it. It almost felt like I was on my second beer. Not tipsy by any means but very relaxed and almost indifferent.

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