Page 56 of Stolen Slave

When my stomach growled, he didn’t listen to my protests that I wanted to stay in the garden. He picked me up and carried me to the kitchen. I hopped up onto the counter and let him give me something to drink as we waited for my food, but I balked at going to the table.

“No,” I said firmly. “You need to eat something too this time.” I pointed to the food dispenser then his leg. “You’re not going to get better.”

When he smiled slightly, I marched over to the food dispenser and poked at it then at him to make my point.

He chuckled and reached out to touch some buttons. I stole my bowl from him and tipped it back as his food started dispensing. It was half gone by the time he wrestled it out of my grip.

The way he was looking at me was almost laughable, like he couldn’t decide what to make of my behavior.

“You’ve been taking care of me this whole time. It’s my turn.”

I tugged my bowl back from him and reached for his, too, as I nodded my head toward the table.

“Go sit.”

He seemed to understand because he surrendered both bowls and took a seat. Rather than sitting on his lap, though, I drained my bowl, set it aside, and then sat on the table so I faced him.

I didn’t know why I thought spoon-feeding him would be safer than sitting on his lap. But he quickly showed me why that had been a delusional hope when he gripped my thighs and opened my legs so he could move closer, making it easier for him to reach the spoon.

The contact seared me. My fingers trembled as I fed him.

He said something between bites, but I had no clue what. The whispered stroke of his fingers over my thighs became the center of my focus. I didn’t even register when I fed him the last bite.

He removed the bowl from my hand, picked me up, and carried me to the shower room. I knew my thin hold on restraint would snap then.

My clit throbbed in time with my pulse.

What was wrong with me?

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

VYA

Khorahn said something, and the toilet emerged from the wall. I hesitated, fearing what was going to happen. Not the bathroom part but the other stuff.

I looked up at Khorahn with wide eyes as he guided me toward it, speaking in his calm voice. The moment it suctioned onto me, it was game over.

With a drawn-out wail, I came. When the probing started, I locked up in an intense anal orgasm that had me arching and yelling. Sparks of light danced in my vision as I rode the euphoria into oblivion.

When I came to, I was on the bed. The lights were dim, and Khorahn was absent. A little bit of alone time wasn’t a bad thing as I took stock of myself. I was still horny to the point of being wet, which wasn’t normal. At least, not for me.

Not wanting to be in the bedroom when he came to check on me, I left the room and headed back to the garden. So far, that had been the safest non-sexual place. I wandered around in there for a while before the door opened.

“Vya?”

I glanced at Khorahn and wanted to groan. Why was he still naked?

“Hey, Khorahn,” I said with a smile. “What’s this plant do?”

I waved at the plant and did my best to focus over the next several hours. He actually left me twice to do something, seemingly okay with me wandering around the sad planters he had. And I was grateful for the alone time. Gradually, the intensity of my horniness settled down enough that I was able to eat the next meal on his lap.

The ship talked to him a few times, and he would answer while petting my arms. I fought not to lean into him and bring his hands to my front. Persevering, I finished my meal and slipped off his lap.

Afraid that he’d take me to the shower room again, I took his hand and led him out of the kitchen. Instead of the gardens, I went to the room with the monitors. He sat, and I perched on his knee, tapping the right icon to show the void outside the ship.

“Can you show me more of that?” I asked.

He looked from me to the screen.

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