Chapter Eleven

The next morning, Kievan took Cam to the office again. He liked having her there but he also intended to put her to work. She was still flushed and glowing from an unusually long and creative shower. As soon as she curled up in her chair, her head hit her knees and her eyes drifted closed. He decided she could work later and turned to his screens.

Some time later, the doors to the exterior offices opened and he looked up, expecting to see J’Ssett. Instead, Tael was standing in the opening. One of the highly paid courtesans that frequented the upper ring, she had amused him for a brief time. Now his former lover smiled lazily and sauntered into the room. A quick glance at Cam showed that she was still asleep. He moved in front of his desk, intending to get Tael out as quickly as possible. Unfortunately, she saw his coming toward her as an invitation and she moved closer to him until they were almost touching.

“Lord Kievan,” she murmured. “I missed you.”

He hadn’t even thought of her in weeks. While he usually preferred his own women, he had been amused enough by her pursuit to spend some time with her. He studied her, trying to decide what the appeal had been. She was beautiful—all his women were beautiful—and relatively skilled in bed, if somewhat mechanical. Her blue skin gleamed dark and perfect, highlighted by the tight-fitting white sheath. Her body was tall and slender but it no longer seemed appealing compared to Cam’s soft curves. In fact, nothing about her appealed to him any longer.

Again she misread his intentions when he looked her over. Her lips curved into a seductive smile and one hand went to his chest, sliding down to hover suggestively just above his belt.

“Get your goddamn hands off of my master.” Cam’s voice was low and furious as she pushed Tael away.

Kievan groaned silently but kept his face impassive.

“Assume standing position, pet,” he ordered. She hesitated for a fraction of a second before moving reluctantly into position, her face still furious.

“Are you going to let your slave talk to me like that?” Tael demanded. “I insist that she be punished.”

White rage immediately surfaced and she backed away as she saw his face.

“You do not insist on anything. You will leave now.”

“But, Kievan,” she started to protest then closed her mouth abruptly as he stalked in her direction.

“You are no longer welcome here.” He opened the doors to let her out and she sidled through nervously. A quick glance at the outer chamber revealed that J’Ssett wasn’t present and one his staff had been screening visitors. That explained why she had been let in unannounced.

“Tael is not allowed in my office,” he ordered. “Is that clear?”

The underling nodded nervously. Ignoring Tael’s infuriated glare, Kievan added, “I am not to be disturbed for the next hour. I trust that is also clear?”

He didn’t wait to hear the assent before shutting the door and returning to his disobedient slave.

Cam’s eyes flew to his face. “Are you mad at me?”

“Did I give you permission to speak?”

Her lips tightened but she lowered her eyes submissively. “No, Master.”

He leaned against the wall and looked at her, keeping his face in the expressionless mask he had perfected over the years. She hadn’t behaved correctly and, even if he appreciated the sentiment, he was going to have to punish her—for both their sakes.

“Did you behave appropriately?” he finally asked.

“No, Master.” Her head went down.

“You realize that I’m going to punish you?”

“Yes, Master.” He saw the shiver that rippled through her and he didn’t think it was entirely fear.

He retrieved the pillow from behind the desk and dropped it to the floor at her feet. “On your knees.”

She lowered herself gracefully to the floor.

Standing in front of her he released his already swelling cock. Her eyes widened and then the lids went heavy.

“Suck my cock,” he ordered.

“That’s not a punishment, Master,” she whispered.

His lips twitched but he bent over and whispered in a threatening voice. “This is just the beginning. Now do as you’re told.”

“Yes, Master.” Her small, pink tongue darted out to wet her lips and he was no longer partially erect, he was completely stiff. Her hand closed around the base of his shaft and she drew her tongue slowly up the underside of the hard flesh. She swirled her tongue around the head. He was already leaking pre-cum and she licked it up with a dreamy look on her face.

“Mmm,” she murmured, and he felt the sound vibrate through his shaft as she closed her mouth over the broad tip and drew him in. The sight of her ripe lips stretched around his straining cock was almost as exciting as feeling the wet heat of her mouth tight around his flesh. She played with the head for a long time, swirling her tongue over each sensitive inch, but as she became more aroused she started taking him deeper. Her mouth sank down to meet her hand as she stroked upward. Each time she pulled back, she increased the suction. He curved his hand around the back of her head, controlling her movements, and she moaned and sucked harder. He could feel her rubbing the hard points of her nipples against his legs and he could smell her increasing arousal.

“Touch yourself, sweetness. But don’t come,” he ordered. She moaned again and the vibration shot straight to his balls. Her free hand slipped down between her legs and he watched her fingers eagerly working her swollen flesh. He kept the pressure on her neck, fucking deeper into her mouth until he could feel himself against the back of her throat. She choked slightly so he drew back a little but moved faster. Knowing that he was close, she increased the suction and lifted her wet fingers from between her legs and stroked his balls. He roared and exploded in her mouth and she sucked eagerly, swallowing every drop of liquid, then licking him gently until he released her head.

His cock slipped free and she looked up at him, face flushed and heavy with arousal. Yes, she was ready for her punishment. He lifted her to her feet and led her around the desk. As soon as he sat down, she started to drop to her knees at his feet. He shook his head.

“Not yet, pet.” Reaching into the desk drawer, he retrieved a small, red object. “Do you remember this pet?”

“Yes, Master,” she whispered. There was that look he liked—a heady mixture of fear and desire in those wide blue eyes

“Now bend over my lap.”

She quivered but bent forward obediently. Today she was wearing a short, clingy red dress and he pulled it high over her waist, enjoying the sight of her creamy white ass against the red material. Her ass was soon going to match that color. He stroked the soft flesh gently, relishing the feel of her skin under his hand. He spread her legs and ran his fingers through the wet folds. She trembled against his hand and he circled her clit lightly, teasingly, before sliding a thick finger into her tight pussy. She cried out and her muscles tightened. Perfect. He withdrew his finger, grasped the eldflaur, and pushed it deep inside her channel, holding it in place until he felt it start to heat.

He held her firmly over his lap, watching as the eldflaur worked on her body. With each wave of heat, her skin flushed and her body stiffened. As the wave resided, her body trembled. Little gasping moans were coming from her mouth. He timed the waves and just as the next wave hit, he brought his hand down hard across her ass. She screamed and came immediately. He didn’t make her count; he knew she wasn’t capable of the concentration required.

He stroked her though the next couple of waves, her body so hot he could feel the heat through his pants, his aching cock burning from her fiery flesh. Four more times he spanked her, each time timing it to the wave of heat; each time she came. On the last stroke she barely moved because her body was so drained. But she had one more to go. He spread her legs wider and waited for the final wave. When it broke, he brought his hand down one more time and this time he landed between her legs. He tempered the stroke but it caught her directly on her swollen clit. Her entire body convulsed, her back arching so hard she almost broke his grip before she collapsed back across his lap in a shuddering heap.

Kievan pulled her up into his arms, pressing her red, tear-stained face into his neck while he stroked her back in long soothing caresses. The heat of her ass, hot as much now from the spanking as the eldflaur, was a painful temptation pressing against his throbbing cock but he waited patiently for her tears to stop. When her breathing finally slowed and only a few last shudders shook her small body, he curved his hand around her neck and raised her face to his.

“That was beautiful, sweetness. I’m very proud of you,” he whispered.

Fresh tears shimmered in her eyes but he bent his head and kissed her. She opened instantly, clinging to him desperately as he tasted the sweetness of her mouth. The kiss started off gentle but his body was past ready and she responded so beautifully that it turned hard and passionate almost immediately.

“That was your punishment. Now it’s time for your reward.”

Her eyes widened as he scooped her up and carried her to the rug. He laid her on the soft fibers and drew the dress over her head. She was beautiful, her body still flushed and damp, her nipples as hard and red as the still engorged nub visible between her swollen labia. He stripped and joined her, lying next to her so he could run his hands across her skin before he lowered his head and sucked one ripe nipple into his mouth. She gasped and arched her back.

“Please, Master,” she pleaded.

“What do you want, pet?”

“I want you inside me. Please, Master.” Her hands clutched his shoulders, trying to pull him closer.

His control shattered. In one long smooth motion, he covered her with his body and sheathed his cock completely in her silken depths. He felt her channel spasm immediately. The lingering effects of the eldflaur made her unbelievably hot and slick and he stopped thinking about anything but the necessity of burying himself in her body over and over again. Her pussy never stopped convulsing around him, the tight pulses milking his cock with each stroke until he came in a spasm that seemed to come up from the soles of his feet, the room actually spinning around him as he collapsed on to her body.

Cam wrapped her arms around Kievan’s neck and her legs around his thighs as she tried to control her breathing. He was breathing just as hard and she could feel his heart pounding against her chest. His massive body pressed her into the carpet but she didn’t care. She needed the solid comfort of his touch as her body finally settled. She had never come so hard or so often in her life. She had lost count of the number of times she had climaxed and she felt as if she had climaxed continuously the entire time he had been inside her.

At last he raised his head and looked at her. His face was soft and his eyes warm glowing bronze. He kissed her and it was slow and sweet and long, and she was almost crying again by the time he finished. He started to lift up and she winced as he slipped from her incredibly tender body but she still tried to hold on to him.

“Don’t worry, sweetness. I’m not going anywhere,” he whispered. He rolled to his side and pulled her in tight with her face against his chest. His arms were strong and warm around her and she nestled close. She felt…odd. Light and empty, almost empty enough to float away. Only his arms kept her anchored.

A long time later, she startled and realized that she had fallen asleep. Kievan was lifting her off the carpet and carrying her to the couch. She tightened her arms around his neck, afraid he was going to leave her, but he sat down and cuddled her on his lap. He was gentle but sitting down made her realize how incredibly sensitive her ass was and her entire cleft was swollen and sore. He felt her flinch and his face darkened.

“I think I’m going to need another one of those healing baths,” she said, and smiled at him.

He didn’t return her smile.

“You’re so responsive I forget how delicate your body is.”

“I’m fine, honey,” she insisted. “I just need some recovery time.” She hesitated, then stroked his cheek. “That was amazing.”

“Do you know why I punished you?”

“Because I didn’t behave appropriately.”

“Yes, pet. But do you know why it matters?”

She shook her head.

“I told you yesterday that I am the only source of law on this station. I keep control through fear and respect. If I cannot control my slaves, then I look weak. If I look weak, then I will be challenged.”

He didn’t go into detail but she had learned enough over the past few days to realize that he meant an actual physical fight. Her hand went to one of the scars on his chest and her eyes filled with tears. “I’m sorry. I was just…”

“Jealous?” Embarrassed, she nodded. “I know, pet. But you have to behave perfectly in front of others or you will have to stay in my private quarters all of the time.”

He hesitated. “And I like having you here.”

“I want to be with you,” she whispered. “I’ll do better, I promise.”

“Sweetness,” he whispered back, and dropped his forehead against hers.

“Is that woman going to cause trouble for you?”

His face went instantly hard and cold. “No.”

She shivered and his face softened. He stood up with her in his arms, let her stand long enough for him to drop her dress back over her head, and then picked her up again and headed for the door.

“Where are we going?”

“You are going to take that bath and rest. If you’re good, you can come back this afternoon.”

“I’ll be good, Master,” she promised. “But I can walk.”

His lips twitched. “A good slave doesn’t argue with her master.”

“Yes, Master,” she said. Then she buried her head in his neck in order to avoid looking at the guards as he carried her past them and down the long corridor to their rooms.

Over the next week, the days fell into a surprisingly comfortable pattern. If Kievan was going to be in the office, she joined him. He still sent her away occasionally —usually when he was punishing someone—but the majority of the time he let her stay. She didn’t make any more mistakes with her submissive role in public. In private, she started to get aroused as soon as his face went hard because it almost always meant incredible sex. The control he exerted over her body, combined with his tenderness afterward, left her in a glow of contentment. She pushed any concern about her future far away. Caring for a dying mother had taught her to appreciate each day as it came.

Kievan had put her to work—giving her a steady stream of financial records to review. It made her feel useful but she also knew she was good at it. Most days he trained with the guards in the late afternoons so she would use that time to visit with Sonda and Leeda. Xanthe had disappeared the morning after Cam had moved in with Kievan. The Gliesh women giggled hysterically as they described the towering rage Xanthe had been in as she was dragged unceremoniously from the women’s quarters. Other afternoons, Kievan would order her prepared for him. She learned to enjoy the pampering.

After dinner he would usually work more and she would read or watch odd but frequently hilarious vids. But at some point every evening, he would look at her, her heart would flutter, and then she would be on her knees or her back or her stomach while he sent her body into throes of ecstasy. Her body constantly craved his touch and he seemed just as obsessed. They had sex every morning, every evening, and not infrequently in the office as well.

Only occasionally did she get restless and long to see something of the rest of the station. He hadn’t let her leave his level of the station at all and the only part of his public quarters that she had seen was his office and the surrounding rooms. But she suppressed her restlessness, just as she suppressed her concerns about the future.