Page 72 of Stolen Slave

“Do you still crave penetration?”

I hadn’t been, but as soon as he said it, my core clenched. He inhaled deeply.

“Nope. I think I’m ready for a real tour of your ship now and an explanation of what life is supposed to be like. Having me here probably messed with your day-to-day schedule a little, didn’t it?” I turned in his arms to look at him, and my core clenched again at the sight of his sexy smile.

“You wish to learn more about life on a ship?”

“Sure. I mean, I’ve had a free ride so far. If I can help in some way, I’d like to do that.”

He chuckled, kissed my forehead, and got out of bed.

I stared at everything hungrily, and the image of Mtinash’s hard length driving into Oaiu filled my head. Tearing my gaze from Khorahn’s girthy impressiveness, I got out of bed too.

“Any chance we can wear some clothes?” I asked.

His smile faded. “You wish to cover yourself?”

“I wish to cover you so I don’t distract both of us from the tour,” I said honestly.

He grinned and shook his head. “I would prefer to be distracted. That is how you can help me. Keep giving me memories that will fill the long void of my life once you leave me.”

For the first time, I was glad I couldn’t fully feel my emotions as guilt tried to worm its way inside of me.

“Okay. We’ll stick with no clothes then. What do you normally do when you wake up?”

His routine was pretty standard. Use the bathroom. Eat. Workout. Shower. However, his “standard” was an erotic experience for me. First, his toilet, which I no longer hated, gave just the right amount of suction to start my engine again. Sitting on his lap to eat with my legs spread gave me all sorts of inappropriate thoughts. Then, watching his workout had me squirming on the bench. He knew it, too, based on the way he scooped me up and power-walked to the shower. When I admitted I was too sore for his mouth, he used his fingers to coax another orgasm from me.

“What’s next?” I asked as I caught my breath.

He chuckled, kissed my temple, and stood with me.

“Next, I check the system logs and perform whatever maintenance is required.”

It should have been mundane work, but as I watched him clean filters, replenish supplies, and wash the light panels in the grow bay, I found myself captivated. Not just in what he did to keep the ship running but in the way he explained everything. Khorahn was crazy smart. About everything. At least, that’s how it seemed to me. And it was a big turn-on.

Truthfully, everything about Khorahn was a turn-on, which was why, when it was time to eat again, I hesitated to climb onto his lap again.

“I can feed myself,” I said.

“You can. But doing that doesn’t help me prove that you can trust me not to take more than you’re willing to give.”

It hit me then what he’d been doing all along. Proving that he was a decent person. He never took. He coaxed and guided me, but he never took. If anything, I was the one taking.

“I’m afraid if I sit on your lap, we’re going to end up in the steam room again with me pulling your hair.”

“It’s been a flare since I last marked you. Has your…”

“Horniness,” I supplied.

“Yes. Has it abated at all?”

“A little.”

“Then come eat. If you need another release to help ease you through the transition, I am happy to provide for you.”

My core clenched again at the thought, and I eagerly climbed onto his lap. Once my legs were hooked around his, he spread his knees, thereby spreading me. I could feel the nudge of his top shaft against the cleft of my ass.

“Can I ask you some anatomy questions?” I asked as I leaned forward to grab the bowl and spoon.

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