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rage of adrenaline left her feeling wobbly, and she nearly toppled against Jamen. He gathered her up and laid her on the bed, intent on ensuring she was unharmed.
“It’s nothing,” she repeated, as he dabbed something cold on her cheek.
“This will stop it bruising.”
Only then did he lie next to her and tenderly kiss the crown of her head.
“He will be reported to the emperor,” Jamen said, the anger still in his voice.
“You suspected something might happen then?” She rolled onto her side, so she could see his face. His lips were thin, his jaw rigid and locked. She wished he’d told her about the threats.
“It’s a possibility. A few are like Rasser—filled with hatred for aliens. But he advocates strongly for his people, so they stand by him. His visit was unexpected. He doesn’t come to Halos often. The other senators dislike him.”
“Gawen isn’t the man I thought he was,” she confessed. “He’s has kept his eye on me for weeks and I thought he was checking on me to see if I was spying.”
Jamen brushed a rogue strand of hair out of her eyes. “He is more typical—wary, but willing to change. I will speak with him. He should have acted quicker.”
“Don’t blame him. Rasser was fast and I tried to fight him off—”
“And it cost you. So don’t. You submit to me because you desire it. Sometimes, it is necessary to submit for survival.” He kissed her forehead.
“I will never give in to somebody I don’t respect. It’s my right to choose as much as yours,” she said defiantly. All those worlds the Vendu had conquered, forcing people to obey them and give up their land. They might have survived, but they weren’t happy.
“Commendable, but ill-advised,” he warned. “Now, enough talk. I have to heal you inside and out.” The anger melted away as he lowered his lips onto her mouth.
She needed this, his lovemaking skills, which were nothing like she once expected. She’d always believed dominance manifested itself in rough ways, as if she had to be taken and made to comply. Maybe for some, like Elga, that embodiment of control was pleasurable, but the longer she spent with Jamen, the more she enjoyed his soft and sensual manner. He coaxed her submission to the surface, delving deep within her to allow it to break free. No suffocating demands or expectations, and if she progressed in some fashion it was because she naturally migrated toward his goals.
They kissed and touched, using their fingers to awaken their lust. When he rose over her naked form, he slotted his firming cock between her thighs and she opened to welcome it in. He glided, moaning with obvious delight at her wetness, and continued to penetrate her pussy until she encompassed his entire length. She loved the sensation of give, the stretch as taut muscles finally relaxed and surrendered. Yes, she was submitting, but she was willing, too.
If he wanted all of her, he could have her. However, Jamen had changed, too. He might once have planned something quite different for her—she recalled how he had fucked her during the medical exam and his fascination with her remaining virginity—but now, he seemed settled on a different path. How far was he prepared to go for her if she showed him love? Would he recognize the sentiment for what it was and reciprocate? What would become of them if that desire became the basis of their relationship? Sex was one thing; love was something deeper and harder to break.
She achieved her climax riding his cock. He followed with a sudden rush of urgency that for a brief few minutes brought vigor to their actions in the form of a frenzied fuck from behind while she knelt on all fours. Perhaps that need for some kind of dominance was unbreakable too.
* * *
Satiated by her orgasm, oblivious to any pain that her cheek might cause her, she basked in his strong arms. The day had progressed and no work had been achieved, only plenty of sex, a little food and bathing, then a nap. Outside, the sun had set.
She had time to think.
“Where does Rasser come from?” The question popped out of her head and into her mouth without much reasoning.
Jamen stirred and eased himself up onto his elbows. “I’ll show you.”
He projected a map of the galaxy on to the ceiling. The twinkling stars of numerous systems with their orbiting planets. He pointed them out until he came to the edge of the Milky Way and a lone star. She’d not realized how the Empire stretched, its tentacles sprawled the farthest reaches. The planets with their colonies were numbered, like prisoners, which depressed her.
“Earth doesn’t have a number?” she noted.
“Once it did. But not any longer.” He zoomed in on her solar system, past Jupiter and Saturn, until the blue oceans of Earth filled the space above their heads.
A pang of homesickness washed over her. She missed her parents, her friends. She didn’t miss the Bow and Tie or her internship. This was so much better.
She wondered what was happening back on Earth. Was life continuing the same without her? She’d changed, grown in confidence and self-belief, and in such a short span of time.
“I used to get spanked regularly. I craved it as means to submit. Since I’ve been with you, I’m finding other ways.”
Jamen dismissed the image of her home planet and turned to face her. “Am I meeting your needs sufficiently?”
Was this it: the moment she should confess and open up to him about her feelings?
