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  An attendant led Hannah off the stage, and she fought the urge to faint. She had just been sold for life, and she was too terrified to ask who had bought her bond.

  Chapter Two

  “Your patron has ordered that you be delivered to his vessel.” The handler smiled and put a cloak around Hannah’s shoulders.

  “Do you know where I am going?”

  The handler smiled vacantly and didn’t respond.

  Hannah was led out of the holding area and through to the departure lounge. She was scanned out using the implant in her wrist. Staff from the vessel she was going to board replaced the six guards that surrounded her.

  It was a little peculiar to see someone sign for her as if she was a lost wallet.

  As she walked surrounded by men whose skin was varying shades of green from mint to pine—all wearing a black uniform with deep-blue piping—she thought about the weird turn of going from technologically advanced, to the dark ages and then back to mid-industrial before entering a world with tech so advanced that humans had only speculated on it.

  The cloak covered her from head to toe, but the guards around her didn’t look interested in examining her. As long as she was the one that their boss had ordered, they were happy.

  There were more than a few curious gazes directed toward them, but they walked to their slip and ushered her into a ship that contained seating for ten.

  The guards told her to strap in, so she did. In moments, she felt the pulse of the engines, and they were exiting the inner ring and heading for the outer gateways. If one of them had bought her, she was going to be surprised. None of them appeared to have an interest in her.

  It was a mystery that wasn’t solved until half an hour later when the shuttle she was on docked with its parent craft and she was escorted out of the small vessel and into a ship that was nearly as large as the station she had just been educated on.

  The guards walked with her until they had gone up several levels and reached a large office. The darkest member of her escort knocked on the door. “Sir? She has arrived.”

  “Send her in.”

  She pressed her palms to her belly under the cloak, and when one of the guards opened the very wide doorway, she stepped through. The click behind her caused her to tense.

  “Come forward, Hannah.”

  She took a few steps and paused. “Here, sir?”

  “Come around the desk, Hannah. You may have to look up to do it.” There was amusement in his tone.

  She moved swiftly toward him and stood in front of the booted feet she recognized from the day before. The vest wasn’t there now. She could see his deep-blue skin tight over strangely configured muscle and tattoos of elaborate design twisted from one side of his pectorals to the other.

  “Take off the cloak.”

  She reached up and undid the clasp, shrugging the cloak loose and folding it neatly over her arm.

  Wide hands removed it from her grip and tossed it aside. “Very nice. Now, turn for me.”

  Hannah slowly turned until she was locking her gaze on his knees again.

  “You are my bondservant, Hannah. You can look at me if you like.”

  “It is against protocol.”

  He laughed deeply. “I am planning a number of things with you that go against protocol. It is best that you get used to me quickly.”

  She darted a look to his face, and she froze. It was the face of an angel made of blue skin with a pearlescent sheen. The wings were the wide appendages of a demon, neatly folded behind him. He was beautiful, and the smile on his lips said that he knew it.

  His long, dark hair was braided at the temples with tiny metal clasps working down the length of the braids. It was the same metallic colour as his irises. His vertical pupil was the same midnight as his hair.

  “Sir, you are Hmrain?”

  “I am. Do you understand your purpose here?”

  She blushed and looked down again.

  “I asked you a question, Hannah.”

  “Yes, sir. I am an intimate bondservant. I am here to serve your body.”

  “Have you had training in such things?” He was relentless.

  “I have not. I have some small experience with my own species but not since a year before today.”

  Something she said had resonated with him. Her fixed view of his crotch showed a growing interest.

  “Come here, Hannah.”

  She swallowed and stepped between his thighs, closer to whatever was going on under the black fabric.

  “Climb into my lap, facing me.” He gave the command calmly, but her pulse was anything but calm.

  She could feel the cream starting to seep from her again, and the urge to grind her pussy against him was creeping up on her. Under normal circumstances, she would ignore her sex drive, but now was not a normal circumstance.

  Hannah gauged her options and lifted her skirt so she could place a knee on each of his thighs. She perched on him, and her placement had her breasts even with his mouth.

  “You might want to brace yourself.”

  His muttered words were all the warning she got before his mouth closed around the tip of her right breast, drawing her nipple until she felt a prickle of pain through the fabric.

  She hissed and clutched at his shoulders, fighting the reaction of her body to his deliberate suction. Just when she was getting used to it, he switched and drew her left nipple deeply into his mouth. Hannah bit her lip and shivered, her fingers clawing lightly at his shoulders.

  When he pulled back, she leaned in, and soon, she was keeping her breast in his mouth as he sucked hard and bit gently.

  She heard the moan that came from her throat, and she shifted her hips, moving closer to him.

  He moved back to her right nipple and the tissue that he had abraded earlier. She was even more sensitive this time, and she breathed in gasping shudders as he continued to suckle until a series of deep pulses started in her pussy and left her fighting for air with her nipple still between his teeth.

  He released her and looked up into her flushed face, his metallic eyes assessing her with frightening focus.

  She could see him taking in her flushed and sweating skin, but the hand that moved under her skirt found the complete story.

  His slow smile showed her a mouthful of white teeth with some very deadly looking canines. “Take me inside you.”

  She looked down and carefully reached for the closure to his trousers. Her fingers shook as she eased the fabric open. The erection that emerged at her careful touch was thick, long and on scale with the rest of him. The full enveloping of his cock was doubtful.

  The awkward moment where she was tugging her skirt out of the way was embarrassing. She always strove to keep things as neat as possible. Getting the fabric caught under her knees and tipping onto the desk caused her tremendous shame.

  He didn’t say anything. When she had parted her legs and lodged him at the mouth of her pussy, his gaze locked with hers again.

  She had been given an order, and her bond was to fulfill it. With slow deliberation, she sank onto him, closing her eyes to focus on staying relaxed.

  “Open your eyes.”

  She obeyed and stared at him as she lowered her hips, feeling him press inside and stretch her until she was sure that something was going to tear.

  “Stop.”

  She stared at him, and her internal muscles throbbed around him. “Sir?”

  “Stop. I am hurting you.” He cocked his head.

  “Not yet.”

  “But you are not comfortable.”

  “As one of my kind has said, sex should not be comfortable.”

  He laughed, and the motion moved him deeper inside her. “That is a wise statement, but pleasure does not always require pain. Let yourself relax.”

  “May I touch you again?”

  He smiled. “Of course. You always have authorization to touch me unless otherwise advised.”

  She braced her hands on his shoulders and concentrate
d on the heat coming off his skin. She inhaled the musky and masculine scent coming off his flesh. She sank further onto him with each deep breath.

  When she couldn’t get any further onto him, it was because she was pressed tight against him.

  She was panting, and she felt exceptionally full, but there wasn’t any pain.

  Sweat dampened her skin as she sat on him, waiting for instruction.

  He closed his eyes, and to her confusion, his cock began to twist inside her.

  When he opened his eyes, there was a distant focus.

  Hannah held onto his shoulders as the slow, internal churning drove her to distraction. A new sensation, suction on her clit, startled her.

  “Easy, Hannah. Don’t think. Just feel.”

  She gasped, and her soft cries filled the room as she sat with her hands clenched against his skin and she fought release.

  The movement inside her picked up tempo, and a low whine left her throat. The suction on her clit grew fierce, and she threw her head back and gasped as her entire body shook and jerked around him.

  She wanted to scream, but her throat was locked as pleasure blinded her and stole her breath.

  He slowed his internal assault, and her clit was released from its captor. Every nerve she had was sensitive and raw, but she wanted to do it again.

  Her patron hadn’t cum, unless there was another signal for his kind. When she relaxed again with her head down, she pulled her hands away from him and placed them on her thighs.

  He chuckled. “Close to three hundred, indeed. I have never had such a delightful feast before. Well, not without me doing all the work. Well done for your efforts. You may dismount now.”

  She was unsure how her legs would work, but she got off him by using the desk for leverage.

  The slick cream she had generated was all over him. With heated cheeks, she got back to her feet and her gown fell back into demure lines.

  He didn’t ask her to tuck him back into his trousers; he got to his feet and walked to one side of the office, opening a door to a lavatory. She heard splashing, and when he returned, his trousers were damp but closed.

  Her inner thighs were sticky, but it was her own fault.

  He nodded to the lav. “You can clean up in there. Your scent is exceptionally distracting.”

  Her blush was fiery as she walked with as much grace as she could, given her recent position.

  A damp cloth was next to the sink, and she gathered up the skirt to clean between her thighs. The cool cloth felt amazing, and to her humiliation, she felt herself getting aroused all over again.

  “They did not feed you today. Are you hungry?”

  He flexed and flared his wings as he watched her clean up. She could see him in the mirror.

  “I am hungry, yes, sir.”

  “Come with me, Hannah.”

  He beckoned to her, and she dropped the skirt, rinsed the cloth out again and set it down on the counter next to the sink.

  “You are not here to be a domestic, Hannah. Feel free to leave a mess.” He didn’t touch her but wrapped his wing around her back.

  They exited the office, and she understood the reason for the wide doors. He was not built for stealth. Her patron was designed for power and nothing else.

  There were indeed guards by the office doors. She felt embarrassed by the noises she had made, but they were soon past the guards and walking down the corridor.

  “The Shattered Star is a galaxy-class ship. When a new species is found, we travel to the training centre and await the bond auction. I have been waiting for someone like you. Even among your own people, you have a gift.”

  “Among my own people, I keep it under wraps, sir.” She had to remember the honorific. Being flippant could get her a beating if he was anything like her instructor.

  “That will not be necessary here. I want you to be free to feel it all. Everything that you feel will be fed to me, and you are a feast, dear Hannah.”

  Chapter Three

  After her meal, her patron took her on a tour of the ship.

  Her patron was explaining her position as he led her through the halls. “You are not confined to my side if I am occupied with business matters. The run of the ship is yours and none of the crew is allowed to touch you. If any of them try... I will give you a charm to summon me immediately.”

  She nodded. “Yes, sir.”

  “There is a wardrobe with clothing for you. I will select the outfit for the day and drape it across the foot of the bed. You will wear it no matter how you feel about it. There is always a purpose to my choice, even if it is my own pleasure.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “On my world, you will have attendants to assist you for the more detailed formal occasions.”

  “Attendants, sir?”

  “Bondservants, like yourself. In fact, we are travelling with a few of your people now. They are in the lower quarters.”

  She was suddenly nervous. “Oh. Good, sir.”

  He chuckled. “You are not pleased that your kind will see you with me?”

  “I am still coming to grips with why I am with you. It is not what I studied for.”

  “We will make use of that education, I promise you.”

  Somehow, she believed him. She was warm, fed and sheltered. She needed something new to look forward to. Sex was an inevitability, but using her mind was something she desperately wanted to do.

  “Thank you, sir.”

  He smiled slightly and continued their walk through the ship. Whenever she lagged behind, his wing caught her and ushered her back into place.

  In a highly guarded section of the ship, she was escorted into their sleeping quarters.

  “When I am in bed, you will be with me. When I am resting and relaxing here, you will be with me. I want you where I can see you at all times unless I tell you otherwise.”

  Hannah nodded, and she was escorted to an area with a low couch and a thick carpet. “Sir, I have a question.”

  “Ask it.” He was circling her in a very predatory manner.

  “How long is my bond term?”

  He chuckled, and it turned into a roaring laugh. “As long as I wish it to be. You might be able to pay it off if you live a thousand years, but that is unlikely.”

  She swallowed. “Understand, sir, I only have fifty years left in my lifespan, and you will tire of me long before that. I believe you have been cheated.”

  He laughed again, and it was the rich sound that you would hear in the underworld. Even his laughter held an edge of threat.

  “I plan on taking very good care of you, Hannah. If you continue to give me all that you have, this life can be very pleasant for you.”

  She shivered as he got close enough to bite her. He stepped away before she could do more than shimmy in place.

  As she watched, he removed his boots, pulled off his trousers and lay back on the couch.

  “Remove your dress. I would like to see what I have invested in.”

  Hannah nodded and looked at the floor while she undid her belt.

  “Look at me. Watch me”

  “Yes, sir.”

  She let the belt slide from her fingers, and it struck the carpet silently. She toed off her slippers and stepped away from them.

  Her patron was watching her, his erection quivering. She enjoyed looking at him. The solid slabs of muscle added to the threat, and she enjoyed the thought of having him around her and inside her again.

  When she slid her fingers under the left shoulder of her dress, he wrapped a hand around his cock and pumped slowly. She felt the honey seeping from her, and she pressed her thighs together.

  She pulled the right shoulder of her dress down, and her breasts and the points of her nipples were the only things holding it up. With a deep inhalation, she pulled the gown off her breasts and freed her arms. The fabric was caught on the flare of her hips.

  She kept eye contact with him as she pushed the dress off her hips and stood in a puddle of fabric.
/>   “Turn around, slowly.”

  She did as he asked, keeping her hands flat at her sides. When she faced him again, he beckoned her with his hand. “Come here, Hannah.”

  She walked over to him, and he sat up, pulling her between his thighs. Aside from him stroking her pussy earlier, it was the first time he had touched her.

  His fingers were rough, as if he spent a lot of time doing manual labour. The caress on her skin was detailed and his examination thorough.

  “A little thin, but that can be corrected.” He was observing her casually as he turned her around with his hands on her shoulders.

  “Now, I had no idea what a lovely ass you have. I will enjoy progressing there.”

  She felt her cheeks burn red and had to surrender to what was a constant state. Embarrassed by her body and what it wanted was just part and parcel of being her.

  He gripped the globes of her ass, and she squeaked as he lifted her up on her toes.

  “You make the most delightful noises.”

  She wanted to drop into a hole and have it swallow her up. He pulled her backward, and she stopped when she struck his chest. His hands cupped her breasts, and he whispered in her ear, “Put me inside you.”

  He lay back on the couch, and she went to face him, but he turned her to face his feet.

  She climbed over him and positioned his tip in her opening, slowly moving downward and using the memory of the earlier encounter to spur her acceptance of him.

  His hands moved over her back, stroking her and caressing her skin. “Ah, gods, so tight.”

  She clenched around him at his dark whisper.

  With focus, she continued to take him deeper until her buttocks pressed his pelvis. The slow twist inside her began almost immediately, and she arched, bracing herself on his thighs.

  Her breasts ached from inattention, and she lifted her hands to hold them, squeezing hard until she felt the first stirrings of release.

  Her patron stroked two fingers between them before rubbing her own cream into the rosebud, and when the tension inside her broke, he thrust those two fingers inside a few inches, twisting as her orgasm took a dark turn and she screamed as her senses overloaded.