Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 87050 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 435(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87050 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 435(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
Sala took a step closer, her nude form radiating a warmth that seemed to reach out and envelop me. “Tell me, Tessara,” she said softly, her voice gentle but probing. “Did you find life hard in the Vionian starfleet?”
The question, so innocuous on the surface, cut straight to my core. I felt heat rush to my cheeks, memories flooding back in a torrent of shame and confusion. “Y-yes,” I whispered, dropping my gaze to the plush carpet beneath our feet. “It was… difficult.”
But even as the word left my lips, I knew it was woefully inadequate. Sala’s knowing look told me she saw right through my feeble attempt at understatement. There was so much more—the pain, the fear, the moments of unexpected pleasure that left me feeling dirty and broken. How could I possibly explain the complexity of emotions that had defined my existence for so long?
Sala reached out, her cool fingers gently tilting my chin up until our eyes met once more. “There’s more to it than that, isn’t there?” she prodded, her tone free of judgment. “It’s okay, Tessara. You’re safe here. You can tell me.”
I swallowed hard, feeling tears prick at the corners of my eyes. The compassion in Sala’s gaze was almost too much to bear.
Sala’s little fingers wrapped gently around my hand, her touch sending an unexpected shiver through my body. With a soft tug, she guided me across the room toward a long couch I hadn’t noticed before. Its deep blue fabric seemed to shimmer in the starlight streaming through the viewscreen, inviting and luxurious.
As we moved, I couldn’t help but marvel at the grace of Sala’s nude form. Her black hair cascaded down her back, swaying gently with each step. The curves of her body were mesmerizing, all soft lines and elegant angles that spoke of both strength and femininity.
Sala settled onto the couch, gently pulling me down beside her. The fabric was impossibly soft against my bare skin, cradling me in a way that made me acutely aware of how long it had been since I’d experienced such comfort. Sala’s thigh brushed against mine, the contact sending a jolt of warmth through me that I tried desperately to ignore.
“Tell me, Tessara,” Sala began, her blue eyes searching my face. “What was it really like for you aboard the Vionian ship? I want to understand.”
I swallowed hard, feeling a lump form in my throat. How could I possibly explain the complexity of my experiences, ones that left me feeling confused and ashamed?
“It was…” I started, my voice barely above a whisper. “It was terrible. They were so cruel, so demanding. The punishments were harsh, and the use of my body was constant.”
Sala nodded encouragingly, her hand giving mine a little squeeze. “But that’s not all, is it?” she prodded gently. “There’s something more you’re afraid to say.”
I felt heat rise to my cheeks, shame washing over me in a suffocating wave. “I… I couldn’t help it,” I whispered, the words tumbling out in a rush. “Sometimes, when they disciplined me, when they used me… I felt… I felt…”
“Aroused?” Sala supplied softly, no judgment in her tone.
I nodded, unable to meet her gaze. “Yes,” I admitted, my voice cracking. “It was awful. I hated myself for it, but I couldn’t stop the way my body responded. The pain, the humiliation—sometimes it just… it made me…”
“It made you wet,” Sala finished for me, her voice gentle but matter-of-fact. “It made you crave more, even as part of you hated it.”
I nodded again. “What’s wrong with me?” I whispered, the question that had haunted me for so long finally given voice.
Sala’s hand cupped my cheek, gently turning my face toward her. “Oh, sweet Tessara,” she murmured. “There’s nothing wrong with you. Your body’s responses are natural for a submissive young woman—and so is your discomfort with them.”
Despite myself, I realized I was becoming very aroused. As Sala’s words washed over me, I felt a familiar warmth blooming in my core, a tingling sensation that spread through my body like wildfire. I shifted slightly on the couch, acutely aware of the softness of the fabric against my sensitive skin and the heat radiating from Sala’s nude form beside me.
My gaze drifted over Sala’s body, taking in the gentle curves of her breasts, the flat plane of her stomach, the inviting junction between her thighs. I had never been with a woman before, never even considered it, but there was something undeniably alluring about Sala’s beauty. It wasn’t just her physical form, but the kindness in her blue eyes, the soothing cadence of her voice, the aura of quiet strength that surrounded her.
As if in a trance, I found myself leaning closer, drawn by an invisible force. My heart raced, pounding so loudly I was sure Sala must hear it. I wet my lips nervously, my eyes fixating on Sala’s mouth. What would it be like to kiss her? To feel those soft lips against my own? The thought sent a jolt of excitement down my spine.