“I don’t have any steins to pay you, but I promise I’ll make it worth your while,” she purred and worked the bulging form
of his cock out of his tight black flight pants.
He swallowed, his large hand dropping to tangle in her hair. She watched him struggle for control. “How did you get on my ship?”
Was he really caressing her ear? An odd sensation moved in her—a small stirring of curiosity or excitement.
“I slipped in through the cargo hatch. Please”—she tongued the sensitive place beneath the mushroom head of his cock—“let me stay. I won’t cause you any trouble.”
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“Well, I guess a female of your talents”—he broke off and groaned as she swirled her tongue around the head of his enormous malehood—“might be of some use on this ship...ugh.” He grasped the back of her head and shoved her over his length, causing her to gag and her eyes to water.
She’d given hundreds of deep-throat blowjobs or rough vecks over the years as a sex slave. She’d learned to simply detach and let her mind float away, to become nothing more than flesh, a body devoid of personality. But the pilot pulled back when she choked, and he brushed his thumb over the moisture leaking from the corner of her eye.
“Forgive me.” He rubbed her tears between his finger and thumb as if he found the substance fascinating. “I didn’t mean to choke you. Your mouth is smaller than I’m used to.”
She blinked up at him in surprise, and he brushed her cheekbone with the backs of his fingers. “Try again. I won’t choke you, beautiful.”
She took just the head of his cock into her mouth, sucking hard.
His groan of pleasure kicked up her confidence—excitement, even, and she took him deeper, relaxing the back of her throat to swallow him down.
Though his thighs trembled and ball sac had grown rock hard, he didn’t thrust again, but let her control the movement, his rough breathing sending thrills of excitement straight to her core. She’d never felt so powerful giving a male oral pleasure before. She’d never enjoyed seeing a male come undone. But this one...his guttural shout made her pussy clench, the way his huge hand cradled the back of her head to hold her in place—so gentle yet capable of snapping her neck with ease if he wanted to. She swallowed his seed as she’d been trained to do and licked him clean.
He gripped her nape and lifted her to her feet as if she weighed nothing. “Blowjobs like that will certainly be accepted as trade.” His gaze grew heavy-lidded. “But I do think you deserve punishment for stowing away on my ship.” He rotated her to face away from him then picked up her two hands and pressed them against the ship’s wall. His exotic masculine spice filled her nostrils. The heat of his torso radiated against her back, and his breath feathered across her bare shoulder.
A surge of lust ran through her body, once more surprising her. What was it about this male that excited her when no male had ever aroused her interest before? Her pulse sped as she waited to see what shape his punishment took.
He tugged up her short slave’s gown. She wore the bare minimal underclothing, as required by her station—a tiny string threaded around her waist and through her buttocks to hold up a slip of spidersilk between her legs.
The pilot made an approving noise in his throat just before his huge palm clapped down on her ass.
She yelped but didn’t move from her position.
He rubbed away the sting. “Naughty slave girl, hiding on my ship.” He slapped the other side. Unlike punishments she’d received at the hands of her masters, or at the training institute before, his purpose was obviously to arouse her through the pain. She’d heard of such a thing but never understood it.
Now, though, a sliver of interest flickered, her sex actually growing moist from his rough treatment. It didn’t make sense. She’d been beaten on countless occasions, for a master’s pleasure or as punishment, and it had never had this effect on her.
He continued the slow cycle of slapping and rubbing each side, and she grew more and more agitated. How would that big purple cock feel inside her? Would he be rough or gentle? What positions did he like?
No. She needed to keep her head. Look for the opportunity to grab the laser gun.
He reached around the front of her hips and slipped his fingers under the gusset over her panties.
His middle finger traced up her slit to find her clitoris. She hid her surprise. He cared about her pleasure? Delaying his own?
He brushed a feather-light circle around it, so much less than she craved. A strange itchiness took over her body, sending tingles of heat across her skin and producing a darker, pulsing need in her core. He disappointed her by removing his fingers from her panties.
A sharp slap over her sex made her cry out.
“Have you been naughty, slave?”
A shout sounded from just beyond the door. She whirled and lunged for the laser gun in his holster, the element of surprise giving her the split second she needed to beat him to it.
With the barrel pressed against his chest, she lifted her chin toward the door. Nineteen escaped human slaves would’ve fanned out over the entire ship by now, taking the meager six-member crew hostage. She’d done her part and captured the toughest one.
“To the cockpit,” she ordered. “We’re commandeering your ship.”
The rage on the purple-skinned being’s face should have frightened her—and it did. But it also inspired a sliver of regret. She almost wished they’d had a chance to finish that act she normally detested so much.