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“Do you have to do it in there?” She lifted her head and tossed her hair out of eyes. They possessed the same magical attraction he first seen on board the transporter. He caressed her bottom, feeling the residue of heat from the earlier spanking. “Didn’t you enjoy it?”
“Yes, I mean, it had its moments. First time isn’t going to be perfect,” she rambled and her face flushed pink with embarrassment.
Taking her tight virgin hole was memorable to the point he’d wished he’d recorded the moment for prosperity. “It was perfect for me.” He soothed her hot spots with circular motions. Perhaps he’d misjudged her enthusiasm. “Did I hurt you?”
“No. Not like that.” She propped her chin on her arms. “Is it common for you to… do that? Even on a first…” She pulled a face. “What do you call a fuck on a desk?”
He began to understand what was causing her to unravel. “Passionate. Needed. Incredible.” He patted her bottom with each word. “I don’t treat anal sex as anything unusual. For Vendu it is about submission. You willingly give me what I desire.”
She pursed her lips. “What do I get out of all this, Marco?”
“Me. My sexual skills. My unswerving dominance. My protection.” For most women with whom he’d formed a relationship, those characteristics were more than sufficient to keep them satisfied. With Freya, the notion of love emerged from the background and made its presence felt. Was that what he felt when he’d fucked her and came so readily? Had she infected him with the human affliction?
“I can see their importance. Feel them,” she added. “I appreciated them, seriously, I love it when you show me that bossy side. It’s the best part of you. But, anal. It’s not something I associate with lovemaking. Fucking, yes, but…” She shook her head. “I’m not explaining myself very well.”
He removed his hand. “I do understand. I think if I’d come into this room, bent you over the bed, and fucked you hard from the outset, that little bum hole of yours would be begging for me to take it. Instead, I treated you to kisses and a leisurely fuck. I guess you don’t feel the need for my rougher side. Yes?”
Her deep sigh was laced with relief and she nodded. “Yes. I think you know me better than I give you credit for.”
“What’s bothering you? You’ve bottled something up inside you. Don’t you like the Volta? Is it so scary? Please don’t tell me you want to go back.”
“The protocols. To me, they create distance between us. Some are sexy, erotic, kneeling I could get to like, calling you sir, I don’t mind those things. Others, I don’t know. Lalita,” she paused and breathed deeply. “Lalita showed me this room and said she’d punish me if I screwed up.” Tears wet her eyes. “I don’t want her—”
He shushed her with a kiss on her lips. “I told Lalita she isn’t allowed to punish you. That is my responsibility. Only I will spank that fine ass of yours.”
“I will get things wrong. I know I will.”
“And there will be consequences. Put yourself in danger, make mischief, or openly rebel, Freya, and I will punish you.” He tapped her bottom. “However, I will also try to meet your needs too. Let’s save the ass fucks for when they are needed by both of us. I’m going to lie on my back and you’ll sit astride me and come on my cock.”
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p; She grinned. “I shall sit astride you and come on your cock. Sir.”
He helped her lower herself into position, impaling her pussy on his erection. She rode him with a superlative expression of delight and her fingers bolted to his tattooed chest. He cupped her ass cheeks and assisted her rhythmic rise and fall, encouraging her to move faster until her breasts swung.
Throughout her vigorous bouncing, he gazed on her rapt face as her jaw dropped and her head tilted backwards. She leaked over his cock as she came and he easily felt the ripples of her spasms massage his erection. It wouldn’t take much more of her jiggling to make him come again. This time, he was sure he’d be fully spent.
What the fuck had she done to him?
Chapter Nine
Freya completed a length of the swimming pool. The crystal clear water lapped around her breasts as she stood and shook out her wet hair. Soft music played in the background and there was a quiet hubbub of voices engaged in conversation. The water failed to disguise her nudity.
The first time she’d swum in the pool, the requirement to swim naked had proved a stumbling block. She’d hovered around the fringe, picking at the hem of the dainty dress she’d been instructed to wear. Only when she noted that the other jenjins appeared happy to undress had she found the courage to follow their lead.
It turned out nudity was so common within the Volta that none of the women drew attention to it, nor did they pass judgment on others. Whatever feminine features Freya possessed that weren’t in common with the other jenjin, they remained a taboo topic of discussion.
Her first three days in the Volta had passed with relative ease. Marco hadn’t returned, which had disappointed her. During her allocated time for meditation, she found herself reliving their lovemaking, especially the sensual pleasures he’d shown her in the bedroom. After the noise of the laundry, the tranquility of the Volta proved restful. One of the overseers—the Vendu mistresses tasked with maintaining order in the Volta—suggested Freya take up harp playing. The Vendu harp with its triangular design produced a delightful sound and Freya attended a lesson every day.
Her routine was determined by Lalita, who controlled the timetable of activities for all jenjins—when to rest, eat, and meet with the overseers for lessons or take their exercises in the pool or gym and when they were to pleasure their clients. Instead of the blaring siren, a gong signaled the change of activity.
Nobody ran from room to room. Running was strictly forbidden. The prohibitions listed many other unsightly behaviors, which included loud chewing, fidgeting, and slumped shoulders and, as Freya discovered, giggling was frowned upon during tutoring about sex positions. Freya hadn’t intended to giggle nor roll her eyes upwards to avoid eye contact. Unfortunately, the overly serious tone of the overseer, who’d lectured the small gathering in great detail using elaborate anatomical words, simply caused the embarrassed Freya to lose control. The overseer had glared in Freya’s direction numerous times and made constant notes on her tablet.
Mealtimes were Freya’s favorite moments in the day since it was an opportunity to socialize without restrictions. As she was the governor’s jenjin she slept alone and missed out on the dormitory gossip. By the third day, the other jenjins had ceased whispering behind her back and started to talk to her. One young woman, Lucilla, was especially friendly. Freya had failed to extract from the timid and beautiful Lucilla why she was in the penal colony. Freya loved that Lucilla had translated her native poems into Vendian and would often recite examples during mealtimes.
Freya had still to discover why there were no books on Tagra. She also learned that dancing was unheard of in the Volta.
“Might I dance a little to some music?” she’d asked Lalita, who’d visited her room to choose Freya’s clothing for the day.
