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She blinked, utterly confused. “Wh-what? I beg your pardon?”
“Take a walk, Quaia. It might take some time for you to adjust to the trainer. The sooner you begin, the sooner you will become used to it,” he explained. He tipped his head to one side and eyed her rear. “Besides, it does look so very pretty nestled in there.”
She blushed and pressed her chin against her chest to keep him from seeing her reaction. Pulling her hands off the table, she straightened and, doing her best to stay balanced on the ridiculous shoes, took a few shaky steps forward.
The pressure in her bottom was so foreign she couldn’t tell if it was uncomfortable or pleasing. With each step it would shift and touch a new part of her, inducing a soreness that only amplified her ache. She was keenly aware of his laser-focused gaze following her around the room. That only added fuel to the fiery heat burning in her center.
She’d been ogled by many a man in her life. All of those gazes she’d easily dismissed with an eye roll. Those had been lecherous, creepy stares. Most directed at her by men she would have easily flattened onto their asses.
With Torian, there was no question who would flatten who. Torian’s attention had no hint of perversion. It was warm, direct, commanding, and most important, as she glanced at her reflection again, felt deserved.
She allowed her eyes to wander to the sight of the implement nestled between her buttocks as she walked. And then back to Torian’s face, to the look of pleasure that he was bestowing on her.
She’d never spent this much time in front of a mirror in her life. Now, looking at herself, a pride filled her at her appearance. She tilted to accommodate the instrument, pushing her breasts forward and her bottom back. The inviting curves of her hips were being generously assessed by Torian. She saw his smile widen as she pranced around the room.
She balked at the fact that a part of her seemed to be enjoying pleasing him in this way. She tried to fight that feeling but it was stubborn. Her resentment waned, no matter how much she tried to feed it.
When she’d completed an entire circle she came to a stop in front of the table again. Her shame was fading, too. She turned to look at him, suddenly unconcerned by her nudity. “Will there be anything else?” she asked. The slightest hint of flirtation infected her tone.
“There will be much more,” he replied, and her eyes watched his lips as he said this. “But for the time being, you may resume the position.”
She turned and laid her palms flat, bent over. Her ass cheeks spread slightly, exposing the flange of the plug.
He stepped up close behind her. Putting one hand on the small of her back, he moved the other between her spread thighs, cupping her sex again. This time his finger parted her folds and pressed up toward the apex.
Her body shook as he touched the engorged bundle of nerves he’d so clinically called her clitoris.
She masturbated occasionally after a long day. It was normally a perfunctory routine aimed at getting off as quickly as possible so she could fall asleep. Feeling the tip of Torian’s finger pressing against her clit was like stepping into another world of pleasure she hadn’t known existed.
His strong, firm fingers brushed the sensitive bud, and his touch warmed her insides. She closed her eyes and let herself savor the feeling of her body being manipulated in such an intimate way. She could feel him watching her reactions, examining her body language as he plied her folds. Sensing where the pleasure was greatest, then focusing on that exact spot, bringing her to the edge of release before backing off, leaving her in a state of blissful distress.
This went on for what felt like hours, though it couldn’t have been. She was lost in a sea of newly awakened sensations drifting through her body and mind. The sounds that occasionally escaped her mouth were foreign to her, too. Breathy gasps and quiet moans and mewls that, just a day ago, she would have been deeply ashamed of.
But there was nothing else in the world now; her mind and body were focused on the single pleasure of Torian’s touch, melding with the shame she knew she should feel.
His finger drifted in between her folds, then pressed against the button and rubbed. A few moments later he applied more pressure.
It sent her up onto her toes. Her knees turned in and felt like they were going to buckle. Her breathing was ragged, and she clung to the table for fear of falling over. “Oh… oh, gods,” she panted, finally unable to contain her arousal any longer.
He leaned closer to her so she could feel his breath on her cheek. “What do the gods have to do here, Quaia?” he asked.
The gentle question stirred her from the torpor of her arousal. She shrank, drawing back into herself, ashamed at having admitted her enjoyment out loud. “I… nothing… it’s…” she muttered, but couldn’t find the words to finish. She glared at the table, her face growing hot with embarrassment.
“Tell me. What is it you want right now?” he asked.
She pressed her chin against her chest and shook her head. “Nothing,” she whispered. Feeling his hand drawing away from her core left an excruciating hollowness inside her. She blinked and shook her head, trying to pull out of the spell he’d put her under.
Not so long ago, she had been Quaia Sangsen. An extraordinarily young and skilled solo pilot who would soon be free of the station and hurtling through the deep dark. Now she barely remembered that person. Now all she could think about was him. The way his touch warmed and melted parts of her she hadn’t known existed. The way his stare filled her with a strange pride.
But she could not bring herself to ask him to bring his hand back between her legs.
She felt it settle against her backside. Her eyes closed as he caressed the soft flesh of her bottom. She squirmed on her toes as he wiggled the plug. Knowing he was handling the device he’d put inside brought fresh wet to her sex. The tangy scent of it drifted up from between her legs.
“Well, if it is nothing, then I suppose we are finished here for the time being.” He took his hand away from her and straightened up. In the reflection of the mirror, she watched as he folded his arms across his chest and stared intently at her.
She once more, and quite suddenly, became very aware of her bizarre situation. Stripped naked, ass plugged, her core drenched, staring into a mirror at the reflection of a very handsome and very commanding alien stranger. Even though she couldn’t beg him for release, she wasn’t at all sure she could relieve herself of this state, even if given the chance. She stared at him, hoping her eyes would say what her voice could not.
He tipped his head to one side. “I will give you one more opportunity. Simply tell me what it is you want right now.”
