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SUNNY
When the attendants carried in “the Chair of Female Pleasure,” Sunny’s stomach dropped.
It wasn’t a chair made for sitting—not exactly. It was a low, sturdy frame with short legs and curved armrests. There was a wide opening in the center of the seat, which was made of some kind of stretchy black cloth. The Thropp’ians carried it ceremoniously back to the Communal Hut and placed it dead center on a long table, high enough for the whole crowd to get a perfect view.
She swallowed hard.
“Oh my God… they can’t be serious,” she whispered.
Greer stepped up beside her, his bare chest and shoulders glistening with water and his long hair still damp. He had on only his tight black leather trousers and boots and he was studying the contraption thoughtfully.
“They’re serious, alright,” he said grimly. “I’ve seen something like this on Yonnie Six—it’s a Queening chair.”
Sunny frowned.
“A what?”
A Queening chair. The woman sits on it and receives oral pleasure.”
She felt her face getting hot.
“You mean—you’d have to?—”
“Lay down beneath it with my face under you,” Greer confirmed. His voice was low, meant only for her and his eyes were heavy-lidded. “They want to see me pleasure you, baby. They want to watch me lick your soft little pussy.”
Sunny’s cheeks burned.
“But…how do you feel about that? I mean my ex, Bernard, he wouldn’t even go near me that way. He said it was, um, unhygienic.”
The old shame curled in her belly, dark and mean. She felt dirty and humiliated—just the way Bernard had always made her feel when she’d suggested they “try something new.”
“Are you sure you don’t feel the same way?” she asked Greer timidly.
His pale gaze pinned her.
“Sunny,” he rumbled, “Don’t you know there’s nothing I want more than to taste you? Kindred are made to taste their women—we have a biological need to do it.” His hand cupped her cheek as he looked down, holding her eyes with his own. “It will be my pleasure to eat your sweet little pussy.”
Sunny nibbled her lower lip.
“Really? I mean, really and truly, Greer?”
She’d heard from other women on the Mother Ship who were mated to Kindred that the big Warriors loved going down on their mates, but she’d always thought it must be some kind of exaggeration. After the way Bernard had treated her—the look of disgust in his eyes when she’d asked him to kiss her there—it was hard to believe a man would actually want to do it.
But Greer nodded firmly.
“The only thing I don’t like is that this is happening in public. But since we have no choice, well…” He shrugged, letting the sentence hang.
The vice that had been tight around Sunny’s heart eased considerably.
“So you really don’t mind?” she asked, one more time just to be sure.
Greer’s pale eyes went lazy with lust.
“Baby, didn’t I tell you I’ve been wanting to taste you from the first time I met you? Remember that first ‘date’ we had when we walked and talked together and you brought me to my knees, vowing my Oath to protect you? I would have done it right then if I’d thought you would let me.”
“Oh, my!” Sunny felt her cheeks getting hot again. “But we’d just met each other, Greer!”
