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)
The depth of her blush would have told me I hadn’t made a mistake about this sweet young woman, even if I didn’t know it already. The heightened instincts of this fabricated human body told me Tessara had become thoroughly re-aroused just from thinking about the comparison—how in some important ways I had indeed treated her the same way as the cruel Vionian crew Alpha had told me about.
The time had come to help her find further words, I sensed.
“And is that a bad thing, sweet Tessara?” I asked softly.
Tessara
A little sob escaped my chest. Gamma had asked the question I had wanted him to ask—but had also, desperately, wanted him not to ask. I felt his hands on my back, warming and soothing me in the way I already felt only he knew how to do. I looked into his incredible, deep, ocean blue eyes and saw what I could only call understanding. I felt he simply knew—everything, if that were even possible. So, if I lied to him, it wouldn’t even matter, because he would just know the truth anyway. And the answer I was going to give, was it even a lie, really?
“Yes?” I whispered. “I mean, no… because… because…”
“Because you belong to me,” Gamma said, his words slow and deep. “And just like your Vionian masters, I have the right to use the things that belong to me any way I want.”
I swallowed so hard it hurt. My heart pounded in my chest. I felt my hands grip the delicate fabric of his shirt harder, clinging to the taut, powerful muscles of his back, as if to keep myself from putting them desperately between my legs to soothe the wave of arousal that had swept through me.
Then I felt a tiny, painless tingle between my thighs, right on the intimate spot where the doctor had installed the awful governor. The physical response of my cunny to it all—Gamma’s words and the feel of his muscles under his shirt—the clench and the wetness I should have felt… didn’t happen. My eyes went wide, and my lips parted. My breath, though, remained calm even though by rights it should have grown ragged with the need I knew, mentally, my body wanted to feel for my new master’s huge cock in my cunny.
I swallowed again, and I nodded, unable to speak. Yes, you have that right. The right to do anything you please to me. Please… please… use that right.
Gamma smiled back gently. “Your governor just activated, didn’t it?”
I nodded again, feeling a new flush of heat rush to my cheeks. He knew, yes, definitely: he knew the effect he had on me—more precisely, and more shamefully, he knew the effect his treating me as his property had. I needed to distract him from that, somehow, make him forget that he had that power over me, because that would lead to the pleasure house. Gamma would use me and cast me aside, the same way the Vionians would have. I tried to replay the moments since he had returned from showing the doctor out in my mind, looking for some way to get back to the part about love being forever.
“Do you see why I had it installed, sweet girl?”
I blinked at him. My lips opened again, as if to speak, but my racing thoughts had great difficulty catching up. Then I did understand, and I saw how it led back to the part about eternal love. I felt my eyes go wide.
“Because…” I said. “Because you want to have a… a…” I fumbled for a word that might describe it. “A connection with me.” No, that wasn’t it, but it had something to do with it.
Gamma’s face had gone back to that quiet, impassive, listening expression that seemed to invite me to tell him everything, as I searched and spoke, but now he smiled again.
“A very special kind of connection,” he said. “To see how our love will grow.”
This time the effect of the governor was much more intense. I heard a beep come from the direction in which I knew Gamma’s handheld lay, and the idea that my cunny’s need was being sensed and moderated by my master—who… who loved me?—brought a blush that seemed to encompass my whole upper body.
“So… the pleasure house?” I whispered. “You… you wouldn’t…”
Gamma shook his head, smiling. “Only if you asked me to.”
That made my jaw go slack.
“The doctor neglected to tell you,” Gamma said, “that the women in Prosperian pleasure houses are there because the authorities know it’s a good place for them to experience the submission they need. Those who don’t need submission don’t become Prosperian citizens; they emigrate to other worlds.”
I blinked at him, and a brand new blush came into my cheeks as I let myself imagine just for a moment what a Prosperian pleasure house might really be like, and what submitting not to cruel officers but to bachelor gentlemen might involve. But we had again drifted away from the part I truly needed to hear more about. I realized it was my fault, but then I understood that Gamma had patiently let me go where I needed to go, talking out my fears until a space had opened for the hope beyond them.