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“I…oh Goddess, Pierce,” she half moaned. “Yes, I understand.”
“Good.” He wrapped both arms around her and shifted them down to the mattress. “Then try and get some sleep, baby girl. Tomorrow’s gonna be an interesting day.”
“What?” Leita twisted in his arms so that she was facing him. “You’re just going to go back to sleep now? Without doing…anything at all?” Her pussy was already wet with need, just imagining the possibilities and she thought she’d go crazy if she didn’t get some relief.
Pierce gave her that lazy grin again. “Oh, I could do something, I guess. I could spread your legs right now and fuck you. Could ram my cock into that tight little pussy of yours until you came and I filled you full of my cum.”
Leita felt the surge she always did when he talked dirty to her. She loved the matter-of-fact tone of his deep voice when he described exactly what he could and would do to her if he felt like it. The way he explained exactly how he would take her, hard and rough or long and slow.
“But I won’t,” Pierce said again. “Because that would take the edge off and I don’t want it off, Leita. I want you hot and bothered and ready to take my cock any way I tell you to.”
“Oh Goddess,” she moaned again, burying her face in his chest and feeling the familiar scratch of his rough hair against her cheek. “I don’t know if I can wait.”
“You’re just gonna have to,” he said and she could hear the humor and anticipation in his voice. “Because we’re not doing a thing before tomorrow night. Remember…good things come to those who wait.”
Leita stifled another moan as his arms tightened around her. She’d had these fantasies since she was thirteen and first started seriously considering boys and sex and she’d already been waiting fourteen years. She didn’t know if another day of waiting would kill her or not, but it sure felt like it.
Pierce surveyed the bedroom with satisfaction. Everything was in place, including Leita, tied to the metal slats of her own bed with the soft silky restraints he’d found in her closet. They weren’t the only thing he’d found either, he thought as he walked soundlessly into the room and stood at the foot of the bed, eyeing the trembling woman tied to the headboard. Leita had been sending away for naughty little items for quite a while. The black leather bustier she was currently wearing that pushed up her full breasts while leaving her tight pink nipples bare was one. And the black lace panties with a crotch that consisted of a single strand of pearls were another.
He watched as she writhed on the bed, moaning as the pale glimmering pearls rubbed her swollen clit with each move she made. Her pussy was completely bare— he’d seen to that himself, not letting her do anything but watch while he shaved her. Leita had gasped and held his shoulders tight as he knelt before her, performing the intimate service. When he’d finished, Pierce had had an intense urge to go down on her then and there and plunge his tongue into her clean-shaven cunt. But he’d forced himself to hold back—that was for later.
Now he surveyed Leita, blindfolded on the bed, moaning softly as the pearls tormented her. She was beautiful in her submission, he thought, beautiful in her fear. For she did fear this, just a little. Not nearly as much as she might if she knew he wasn’t actually a machine that was programmed not to hurt her—but she feared it just the same. That was part of the pleasure, he knew. What he didn’t know was how she’d react if she knew the truth about him.
He wished for the hundred thousandth time that he could tell her. She’d been nothing but kind to him and he felt like a galaxy-class bastard when he thought about how he was deceiving her. In fact, lately he’d been wondering how important that deception really was. Sure, Leita was be bound to be mad if he came clean, but he was sure that she cared about him too much to stay mad forever. He wanted to tell her he was a man, not a machine. A man who…what—loved her? Now there was a crazy thought, Pierce told himself. He was Pierce Branson, a man addicted to adventure, a love ‘em and leave ‘em Romeo who roamed the galaxy in constant search of profit and mayhem.
But if he was so addicted to adventure, how come he hadn’t missed it a bit in the last month since he’d been here in the small life pod with Leita? And if he was such a Romeo, how come he didn’t crave the touch of another woman’s hand? How come when he closed his eyes at night, all he saw was her sweet face, those wide brown trusting eyes and the smattering of freckles over her cute nose? Goddess…I’ve gone and done it. Gone and fallen in love with her.
