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The way his eyes darken with lust makes me wonder what he and the other commander discussed when they talked about their Water women. No doubt the other commander had some tips for him. I don’t want to think about the other human woman and how that commander had used her.

“I’ve not….” I begin, but he cuts me off.

“When we get there, it will be the beginning for both of us,” he says.

I wonder then if we are not going to have sex now. I had assumed that sex would be part of the marriage contract.

My Commander continues talking about my duties as a Silver wife, and all I can think about is sex—his two penises. And I am wondering how that is going to work.

CHAPTER26

COMMANDER

Volunteer 47…No, my wife, I think, looks lovely in her borrowed blue dress. Her humility and practical mind are what attracts me to her the most right now. At first, it was her alienness, her accent on my language, and her curiosity for my culture, but now I am attracted to who she is, now that she has learned to live in this society. I am grateful the government forced me into this position, otherwise, I might have always been content with her being my valet and both of us living a life of celibacy. An unfulfilled life with a look that might have lingered too long here and there and fantasies only fulfilled alone.

But now I have new dreams about a future together. However, I stop my mind from running too fast into the future. Obviously, this is a big change for her, and I must ease her into it. I must take care of her and move slowly with everything. And most of all, I must remind myself to be more patient with her now than I have ever been with her before, as she is more likely to make mistakes which will affect me on a very personal level.

Although, at the moment, I cannot think of anything she could possibly do that would upset me. “I will have your things brought here,” I say as I mentally go through the list of changes that will be made now we are married.

“The only possessions I have in my quarters are my undergarments, my uniforms, and the grey box for my necklace,” she says matter-of-factly, touching her necklace.

I look at her in disbelief. I find it difficult to believe that she did not buy anything with her salary. “What did you spend your salary on?”

“Nothing.”

“Nothing?” I question.

“I gambled a little with some of the other servants, but after I got the hang of the game, I usually broke even by the end of each month,” she explains.

“You bought no clothing?”

“What do I need with clothing? I have my uniforms and no other commitments to anyone but you.”

“What about food?”

“You provided me with food credits.”

“Jewelry?”

“To wear when and for whom?”

“Makeup and perfume, all those things women profess to love?” I ask.

“Don’t you like me the way I am?” she counters.

“Of course, I always have,” I say.

“Always?”

“You know it is the truth. Do not embarrass me by making me recount our history,” I say, referring to the first and only time I have seen her without clothing.

“Is a wife allowed to embarrass her husband in private on their wedding day?” she asks.

I concede and recount those moments for her. “I had never had such a terrible headache in my life. And to wake up in a disgusting farmhouse did make me wish for death a few times. But your scent of citrus and jasmine made my headache feel less painful. Your soft fingers touching my skin and the tone of your voice made me believe that if I were to die, then, at least, I would have died next to the most beautiful and decent being I had ever encountered. When you took me to bathe, I must admit, I did push you, but you amazed me with your courage. And when I saw you without clothing, to my shame, I could not control myself. You were so beautiful, and the thought of wanting to have sex overtook any sense I had.”

“Have you thought about that a lot?” she asks.

“Yes,” I admit. “Have you?”

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