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She lay stretched out with her eyes still closed. Her body glowed under the lights creating a sheen that softened the contours of her body into a golden blur. In his visits to the ancient cities of Earth, he’d been shown statues, paintings, and other images and was told they represented beauty and nature. He’d struggled to appreciate humans’ fascination with capturing a moment in time and keeping it forever. Now, he understood. He wanted this image of Paige to stay within him.
“Leave us,” he ordered the medics and for a second time, he and Paige were left alone. The spanking had frustrated him, but in hindsight, it had given her a means to submit. She’d surrendered, melted almost like falling snow, into a state of compliance and there she stayed. Even now, she seemed lost in some distant place.
They weren’t finished. He couldn’t ignore what had happened in the room. He had watched her become aroused by their probing and found it thrilling. Now, he wanted her more than ever before.
He pulled his tunic off and loosened his pants. With a firm grasp of her ankles, he slid her down the table. She opened her eyes and gasped. However, she didn’t kick or attempt to sit up. She lifted her bottom and showed him her slit, and it was wet with both synthetic lubricant and her own glistening nectar.
When her bottom reached the end of the table, he angled the head of his erection toward her pussy. He paused, and to his relief, she didn’t resist. Her ankles rested on his shoulders, her legs vertical and parted into a V-shape. He used his thumbs to part her swollen folds and between them, he inserted his cock and drove his hardened rod downward as she arched her back to meet him.
She mewled something under her breath, then as he thrust deeper, her mouth formed a circle of surprise, and catching the lights, her teeth glinted. He could go no further; her bottom collided with his hips. Now her eyes were wide open and her fingers curled around the edges of the table and gripped tightly until her knuckles were white. He stayed there, savoring her liquid channel, stretching it further than any device that had already penetrated her. In reply to his thrust, she seemed already on the brink of an orgasm.
Wrapping his arms around her legs, he anchored his body to hers, withdrew and speared her again. He swung his hips in a rhythmic pulse, back and forth, as she moaned. Increasingly breathless, she clung onto the table while her toes wriggled next to his ears. She instigated small gestures of resistance—bucking her bottom, pressing her thighs together and squeezing her pussy. He ignored them all. Her face told a different tale. She was reveling in his hard fucking. The more strength he demonstrated, the louder her moans and pants. Paige was a perfect receptacle for his cock. He could fuck her for hours and love every minute of it.
However, time wasn’t on their side. On another occasion, he would use this position and fuck her for longer, making her ache and beg for an orgasm. But not today. He ramped up the speed and pounded against her hot ass until she leaked around his shaft.
“I’m coming.” Her teeth chattered. Her breasts bloomed a shade of red and her pert nipples rose into peaks as she hovered for one last second on the cusp of her orgasm. The flush spread to her neck and face, and at the same time, he felt her clench and spasm, as he had done numerous times back on Earth during their two weeks together in his hotel. He milked that gorgeous sensation for his own benefit and with one last gyration of his hips, he spurted and achieved an abrupt release. The rawness of the climax nearly caused him to howl. He’d not felt so alive in months and unbelievably, a human was responsible.
How he’d mocked Galen for succumbing to a weaker species—a gentle chiding of his older brother that he now regretted. Would he regret bringing her to Halos? What would happen if he’d discovered this love that Galen referred to? He dismissed the notion—he wasn’t capable. Galen and Marcos were the exception. Neither was Jamen a soldier with base needs. He would keep his heart in check, exactly as a good Vendu should, especially one with ambitions.
He withdrew slowly and cautiously, so that her legs dropped over the side of the table and her feet reached the floor. He helped her sit up and brushed her crazy hair from her face. She smiled sleepily.
“Go use the cleansing chamber in the corner of the room,” he said, switching to Vendian.
She furrowed her eyebrows, and unable to comprehend him, she stared back at him blankly, so he gestured toward the room.
“Oh,” she said, looking over her shoulder to where he pointed. “You mean a bathroom.”
Perhaps it was too soon and although the implant had already bonded to her language center, the process of learning Vendian had yet to begin.
He tidied himself up while she washed. When she emerged, still bathed in a glow of warmth, he held out her clothing. She dressed automatically, her eyes distant. She was in that place, still—how remarkable that she should immerse herself into a state of bliss and not fight it. He would exploit that ability to its maximum. No human had ever experienced what awaited her on the planet surface—his dominance was his gift to her.
She reached out to hold his hand and he felt the warmth of her flesh in his palm. They left the assessment center and continued their journey to the shuttle departure lounge. She followed him, half-aware of their surroundings. The flight took a few hours and as he expected, she slept throughout. When she woke, her eyes were bright, her curiosity reawakened and she started to rattle off the questions lined up in her head.
“Hush,” he said, before she?
?d given him the chance to answer one of them. He kissed her feverish lips. “Quieten your mind, allow the implant to work. I want you to simply observe and absorb. There is no need for chatter. You must learn to be quiescent and mindful, wait for my orders and not direct your thoughts at everyone.”
She nodded slowly. “I guess I’m a little impatient.”
“Understandable. But we’re not on Earth anymore. You are my hanjin. Your actions reflect on me, your behavior, too. Now, sit up straight. Poise and elegance are important, too. Good, much better.” He watched her shoulders flatten against her seat and her chin lift off her chest. No longer hunched, her deportment was vastly improved. Instead of plying him with needless questions, she stared out of the windows as the features of his home planet grew large and closer.
He sighed. He couldn’t wait to start work. He’d so much to do.
Chapter Eight
Whatever was wrong with Halos wasn’t visible from the skies. As the shuttle descended into the atmosphere, past a swath of clouds, the landscape opened up beneath. Apart from a blue ocean, the white-capped mountains, and the coils of rivers, the surface of the planet appeared to be entirely consumed by vast cities connected by transit lines. The shuttle headed toward the largest city, skipping over the bustling traffic.
The buildings, which grew larger and sharper, were a multitude of colors. There were no obvious bricks or dull concrete in their construction. She saw sheets of glass, metallic cladding, and many shades of the rainbow.
“Wow,” she murmured. She’d not anticipated any of it. Even the shapes of the buildings were unusual. Instead of boldly reaching upward, they twisted or jutted out in all directions. Some were twisted into spirals, while others were stepped pyramids.
Jamen patted her leg. “Very different, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” she said. “Kind of beautiful. Cramped, as well.”
“Yes,” he agreed with a deep sigh. “It’s an issue.”
The shuttle honed in on a landing pad by a blue-toned structure with multiple stories. “This is where you live?”
