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The first swat surprises her. The second one stings. The third one elicits a squeak and the fourth one brings out a growl. I don’t speak as I punish Fiona’s bottom. I don’t say anything at all as she protests loudly. Instead, I focus on making sure I turn her pale skin a bright, beautiful pink, and then I stop.
She doesn’t move.
I run my hands over her tender skin. Then I run my nails over her bottom and she cries out when I do that.
“Quinn! It hurts!”
“It’s a punishment,” I remind her. “But don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy it.”
“But, I…”
I slide my fingers between her thighs and sure enough, they’re completely wet. She loved it. She loved being punished. She loved the way I touched her, hurt her. She can pretend she didn’t all she wants, but Fiona got wet from me playing with her.
“What did you want to say, Fiona?” I ask, slipping a finger inside of her. “Tell me, princess,” I murmur.
Her answer is a soft groan and then I add another finger, stretching her tight channel. I pump in and out of her, setting a fast rhythm. Fiona is still bent over with her legs spread, giving me plenty of room to play with her sweet, soft pussy.
“You’re so fucking perfect, baby,” I flick her clit lightly before continuing to finger her. “Your pussy is so wet and creamy. You’re making me so hard, Fiona. You took your punishment like a good girl and now you’re going to get a reward.”
Her answer is indiscernible as I play with her, as I get her wetter and wetter, and then, Fiona comes.
She cries out as she does, cries out my name and a bunch of other words I don’t understand, and then, before she can collapse from exhaustion, I sweep her into my arms and kiss her gently, softly.
“Please,” she whispers. “Fuck me, Quinn.”
“It would be my pleasure.”
Chapter 23
Fiona
Quinn and I pass the time after we leave Dreagle with sex, sex, and more sex. A day passes, or maybe two, before anything happens. In fact, it’s so long before anything bad happens that I start to hope nothing bad will happen. I start to hope that maybe, just maybe, we’ll be able to make it to Sapphira without hindrance.
My hopes are in vain.
Our constant lovemaking is interrupted by an alarm blaring. I don’t realize what’s happening at first, but Quinn does, and he jumps out of bed. He pulls his pants on and races out of the room while I’m still fumbling with my shirt.
Red lights are blinking in the hallway as I race down to the control room. Quinn is already there when I arrive and his grim stature lets me know the worst has happened. They’ve come for us.
I don’t know how long we’ve been off Dreagle, but Quinn was right: they found us.
He warned me it wouldn’t be long. He warned me the journey to Sapphira wouldn’t be easy or simple, but I thought he was exaggerating. I thought he was making things seem harder than they actually would be.
By the time we get to the control room, we can see two intergalactic police cruisers on the scanner. A message comes through on the computer: one I don’t understand.
“What are they saying?”
“They want me to slow down so they can escort us back to Sapphira,” he says through gritted teeth.
“And that’s a bad idea?” I ask. I wish I knew more about the political state of Sapphira, but I don’t.
“Let’s just say they aren’t real cops,” he says. “They think they are and they might be on the governmental payroll, but they’re not going to do anything when I say there are drugs on this ship except arrest me.”
“Even though it’s not your ship?”
“They’ll spin some story about how I planted the drugs.”
“What are you going to do?”
