Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 94091 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94091 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
I want to taste her, he thought, forcing himself to stare straight ahead instead of glancing at her retreating back as she left the cabin. I want to feel her thighs wrapped around my face and hear her calling my name as I lap deeper and deeper into her folds. I want to part her nether lips with my tongue and feel her fingers in my hair, gripping me tighter as I plunder her pussy and lap up all her honey—as I worship her the way a S’rentha should be worshipped.
Then he got hold of himself. Lucille wasn’t his S’rentha, he reminded himself and she wasn’t going to be either. She was just pretending—they were both playing parts. She had even bragged about her past history of acting out false stories for the entertainment of others. “Drama” she had called it. He would do well to remember that. And he needed to communicate it to Lucille too—if she was still speaking to him.
But it was some time before she came back to the front of the ship.
SIXTEEN
LUCY
Oh my God, what’s wrong with me! Why did I let him do that and why do I want him to do it again? Only this time without my blouse in the way? Stop it, Lucy—you have to stop this now! You can’t act like this—it’s serious business! You can’t do this kind of thing with him—it’ so unprofessional!
But no amount of self-lecturing would cool her blood. She could still feel his mouth on her—hot and wet and urgent as he sucked and lapped at her stiff peaks.
As she opened her suitcase and chose a new top to wear, Lucy tried to push the feelings away. So what if there was some sexual tension between them? That didn’t mean they had to act on it. And besides, despite saving her life, T’zaren seemed like a grumpy, unpleasant kind of person. There was no reason she would want to have a relationship with him.
Have a relationship? Hell no. Go to bed with him? Hell yes!
She could just imagine that big, muscular body wrapped around her own and the bulge she’d seen in his leather trousers promised that he would have much more than the meager Oscar Myer wiener that had dangled between her ex, Mike’s skinny thighs.
T’zaren’s endowments were clearly of the extra-large, porn-star variety. Lucy had a vibrator that was almost that big—she’d only used it when her ex wasn’t home and she’d hidden it out of sight when she was done with it. She had known that if Mike found it, it would make him feel insecure and inadequate, knowing he wasn’t really satisfying her with his skinny little dick. But now she was wondering how a real cock that size would feel inside her, filling her up, stretching her inner walls…
Stop it, Lucy—stop it right now! she told herself sternly. You have to stop fantasizing like this and get real. What happened between you and T’zaren was extremely unprofessional and you need to keep it from happening again. Right?
Right, she told herself firmly. In fact, it really would be better if she went on this mission to have dinner with Lady Twa’linda by herself, without T’zaren. That way the Dom’mesque couldn’t expect Lucy to treat the big Monstrum like her “manservant” and let him suck her nipples again…or do something even worse.
But was there a way to get away from the big Monstrum? Lucy couldn’t think of one at the moment. She promised herself, however, that if she had a moment to sneak away from the ship, she would definitely go without him. It would be easier that way. Less…complicated.
SEVENTEEN
T’ZAREN
After what seemed like forever, but was probably more like fifteen minutes, Lucille finally came back to the front of the ship. She was still wearing the black skirt she’d had on earlier but now there was a big, bulky garment that T’zaren had heard humans call a “sweater” covering her top. It was deep blue and looked lovely with her creamy complexion. There were dark spots on her cheekbones and T’zaren realized she was blushing.
“Well…” she said, clearly trying to be nonchalant. “I suppose we’ll be landing soon.”
“Yes,” he said tightly. “Very soon—I just got the coordinates. And they’ve also sent us a map to the stronghold.”
He nodded at the small, hand-held device with the map on it. The device was clear and about the size of his palm but the map it displayed hovered in holo-form above it and could be manipulated easily to see it from all different directions.
“Oh—like GPS on a cell phone but holographic,” Lucille remarked, picking it up and studying the map displayed above the screen. “But what’s this big black void?” she asked, pointing.
“The ‘chasm’ is an enormous pit which has been dug all around the Twainer’s stronghold,” T’zaren explained stiffly. “There is a conveyance to get from one side to the other and the guards who watch it have been instructed to let us ride it.”