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Victor is also a neat freak. The pump house is gleamingly clean, all the rust gone from the controls. The yard is tidy and we keep the house in perfect shape. It took about a week or so for Victor to come around to the idea that the house was much more enjoyable when it was clean, and now he's constantly tidying up. I think he likes having control over his environment. Of course, he always tells me that it's just because he wants to be the best, and that includes at tidying.
Our days have settled into a quiet routine. Maybe it's boring to a gladiator who is used to a life of excitement, but Victor seems happy. We eat our meals together, we clean together, we sleep together, and Victor tends his trees while I go through my messages. We have lessons on everything, from the air-sled that we borrow from Herrix and Akris to drive around the property, to simple math and learning how to read. Victor devours any and all information with single-minded intent…and then demands a reward later that night.
And oh god, the rewards system is killing me in all the best ways.
Victor demands rewards day and night, and because I'm as addicted to him as he is to me, I happily give them up. We've touched each other in every way possible under the sun, except for when it comes to his cock. He refuses to even consider having sex with me, so we kiss and rub and lick our way to pleasure multiple times a day. I wake up to having my pussy eaten out more often than not, and when I don't, I pout over breakfast until Victor tosses me onto the table and feasts on me. Maybe this wild need for each other will slow down over time, but for now, I'm dizzy with the intensity of our relationship and loving every moment of it.
The comm panel chirps, an indication that someone's waiting to connect. I bite back a groan, wiping my wet hands, and then peek out at Victor. He's still in the front yard, moving paving stones, and my nose twitches as the earth is turned over. He's very careful about it, because he doesn't like it when I suffer. I don't want to point out that even this small movement is playing havoc with my senses, because I know he likes to work outside in the sunlight. I rub the side of my nose as the panel chirps again, and then head over to answer it.
First Rank Novis's stern blue face fills the screen. "Female," he greets. "You look well enough."
I smile sweetly, gritting my teeth. I've corrected Novis on the whole “female” thing enough times at this point that I know he's doing that nonsense on purpose, so I'm determined to ignore it. "This is a pleasure, First Rank. How are you doing today? Enjoying this lovely weather?"
"It is sufficient." He pulls up a data pad and studies it. "I would like an update on the subject. Has he shown any signs of aggression in the last week? Any anger issues?" He looks up from his pad. "Have his eyes turned red?"
It's like he doesn't listen to a single word I say. "Of course not." I keep smiling, hoping it'll make my tone less saccharine when I really want to just scream in frustration. "Victor has been a model student." I use that instead of the word “subject” because it irritates me when people don't see Victor as a person, just a project. "Zero signs of aggression. Zero instances of his eyes turning red. I told you that his spikes have receded, right? We determined that it was because he no longer feels on edge, as if he has to protect himself. He's learning to trust, First Rank, and he's flourishing in a stable environment."
"Mmm." He moves his fingers over the pad, writing something down. "How are his lessons going?"
"Very well," I say brightly, pleased I can at last extoll Victor's virtues to the people in charge. "He's incredibly smart. Every lesson we have is so he can function in society here, but he's already moved past the rudimentary basics, so we're focusing on math skills and some reading this week."
"Reading?" That makes Novis look up. "What's he reading?"
"Right now, I'm just teaching him the basics of human English," I begin. "He—"
"Human English? Why would he need to learn that?" His lip curls dismissively. "If you're going to teach him, it should be Homeworld Basic, not a useless language from the far end of the galaxy."
"Oh, goodness, it's not useless at all," I simper, mentally envisioning wrapping my hands around Novis's throat and shaking him. "Why, he needs to learn how to fit in with the people here on Risda III, and all of the people here are, for the most part, human." I widen my smile. "As for Homeworld Basic, I'm more than happy to teach him that, but someone has to teach me first." I wink at Novis, as if we're sharing a secret. "I'd be surprised if any human has picked it up. It's so complex, though your faith in me to teach such a thing is so very thoughtful."
