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“Watch and learn, Gerwin. This is how you teach them respect. She said she’d never let a stinking hybrid cock anywhere near her. Look at her now. Every fucking day, she sucks my cock, swallows my cum, and rides my dick. And when I’m done stretching that tight little ass of hers, I’ll be fucking the hell out of that too. Isn’t that right, pet?”
Eyes brimming with tears, she paused her ministrations long enough to whimper, “Yes, Master.”
“Good girl,” I said, swallowing the bitter bile of shame and self-disgust wrenching my gut.
Pattel chuckled, his broad shoulders shaking with the deep, rumbling sound. “Now that is impressive, young Anton. I have seen many well-trained human females, but none so stunning, let alone this skillful. You have done well for yourself. Your honor has been masterfully regained. I will apprise the clans of your accomplishment.”
I smiled, triumphant at the praise. Pattel was a respected elder on Braxia. With his testimony, my dishonor would be cleared. It took three years after that fateful day when Grace publicly humiliated me for the shunning of my clan to be lifted. Three years because three stupid girls thought to amuse themselves at my expense.
Despite my warring emotions about Grace, Gerwin, and this whole messed up situation, her lips on me were divine. I wanted to surrender myself to their blissful caress, but not without tending to my guests first. I waved a waitress over.
“Yes, Mr. Myers,” she said with deference, pretending not to see Grace deep-throating me.
“Please bring us three bottles of your finest wine, and I would have each of my guests well taken care of.” I gave the waitress a meaningful glance towards Grace.
“Of course, Mr. Myers,” the waitress said with a bright smile. “Drinks and entertainment coming right up.”
Seconds later, four reasonably pretty girls lined up in front of the Braxians and went to work on their cocks, too massive to fit their mouths. Despite that, Gerwin gave me a begrudging nod of appreciation. Satisfied that my host duties were fulfilled, I gave myself over to the pleasure of Grace’s expert lips.
Chapter 8
Grace
Last night had been a fucking nightmare.
Stupid, stupid, stupid girl.
Anton didn’t give two shits about me. He hated me. He didn’t want me maimed the same way one takes care of a favorite sex toy. And that whole spiel about training me to advance my career? It had never been about me. He always intended to continue taking advantage of me once our contract was up.
I’m such a fucking idiot.
I wanted him to care. If I could start caring about his brutish face, why the hell couldn’t he like me? Why couldn’t anyone love me? Granted, I wasn’t the most educated chick in the world but I wasn’t a bad person. I was loyal, dependable, and did what I was told. Why couldn’t that be enough? Alright, I fucked up back in Jeruna. But dammit, we were kids! It was just a stupid joke. I had gotten in trouble so many times in those days and done far dumber things than that. Who would have imagined it would be the one to come back and haunt me?
Back then, Darla and Steffie were wannabes like me. Both had their own shows while I mostly did opening acts. Darla even did a few guest appearances in elite clubs. The three of us were hanging out when a delegation of Braxians showed up, apparently there to conclude some big business deal. Although I had seen Braxians before, they always scared the shit out of me. They were colossal, hulking guys with massive everything. And their faces… holy fuck! They looked like those neant… neon… nerthal… whatever the hell those cavemen were called, with big, brutish faces.
I thought they looked fugly but as long as they didn’t bother me, it was all good. Darla and Steffie couldn’t seem to leave the subject alone. They were your typical vanilla pretty, popular girls, top of the in-crowd, and I wanted in. So I laughed with them, bitched with them, strutted like them. And boy did they strut. They made it a point to flaunt their stuff in front of the Braxians and glared when they looked.
Marcus didn’t like me hanging out with the girls. He said they were trouble, but their connections could boost my career. There was one funny looking Braxian – a half-breed – that kept staring at me whenever I went to the bar or bathroom. While bigger than a human, he looked scrawny compared to the other Braxians. His face wasn’t as messed up as the purebloods, with his Braxian traits being less pronounced, but that still didn’t make him pretty. Marcus believed he had the hots for me which I thought sounded pretty gross.
Like an idiot, I told the girls what Marcus said. They figured it’d be funny to lead the hybrid on a bit and see if he would work up the courage to talk to me. It was a shitty thing to do. However, being my stupid, eager-to-please self, I went along with it. I thought once he made a move, I’d tell him to fuck off, we’d laugh at his embarrassment and call it a day.
How fucking naïve.
Darla made me rehearse the lines I’d say when he approached me. They were pretty hurtful. If only I’d listened to Marcus and stayed away from the girls, none of this would have happened. I remembered only wanting to get it done and over with. It turned out Darla planted her wireless microphone on me without me noticing. When the half-breed came to talk to me after I’d teased him one too many times, she aired my whole rejection speech on the com. Everyone heard. I was mortified. He was livid. For a minute, I thought he might beat me. I ran.
The girls, however, didn’t think we’d done enough. They went on talking shit about Braxians for a while longer, making ape sounds until someone eventually cut the feed. Marcus dragged me out of there, screaming. He didn’t let me leave my room for three days. I thought he was way overreacting. Yeah, it had been kind of cruel, but no one died. By the time he let me out, the Braxians were long gone and so were the girls. I never heard from them again, their careers having apparently burnt out overnight. It wasn’t rare in our industry, but I wondered back then if they’d gotten blacklisted over that little stunt.
That was six years ago. Now, however, I feared they had fallen victim to Anton’s trampled honor. Honestly, I had forgotten about that incident. Despite being a shitty prank, Jeruna had been such a minor thing – at least to me – compared to some of the other idiotic stunts I allowed myself to get lured into back then. Not once did I consider the possible consequences. To think Anton nurtured his rage and resentment for all these years…
Anton and I hadn’t spoken since the party last night. He was already up and off to work by the time I woke. Somehow, I needed to fix this. But above all, I needed to know how far he intended to take his revenge. From what I’d heard in recent years, Braxians were really anal about honor and respect. The violence suggested last night by his friends freaked me out.
My worry escalated when I noticed the little present Anton left by my sleeping cushion: an anal plug bigger than the cat tail and a bottle of lube. His promise to fuck my ass haunted me. Anton was big. Really big. This was one tumble I wasn’t looking forward to. Seeing how he was hell-bent on revenge, he wouldn’t be gentle. Not after last night.
Our contract would hold up in any court in this galaxy. I couldn’t flee. The consequences in the Eastern Quadrant for breaching an indentured servant contract were far too dire. I could only hope that if I took whatever punishment he had in store for me without a fuss, it would be a one off. Then we could go back to the way things were last week, when he was nice.
Yeah, keep dreaming.
My alarm went off, reminding me that my first vocal training session would start in thirty minutes. How was I going to do that with all this mess in my head? Anton insisted I find my own trainer and start doing things for myself. Dana, the receptionist, saved me. I liked her a lot. She was friendly, smart, resourceful and always willing to help. She didn’t do the work for me but helped me narrow down a list of viable mentors and got me their contacts.
