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)
Elara let out a tiny squeak of shock, quickly muffled by what I assumed was her hand over her mouth. But I could sense her fascination too.
“Do…” she whispered. “I mean, does… does a wife have to?”
Lydia answered her in a scoffing tone. “Of course she has to, Elara. He’s her husband. He gets to do whatever he wants with her.”
As I heard those words, I couldn’t help it: my mind drifted to Gamma. I remembered the first time I had seen him naked, his massive blue form towering over me. His cock had seemed impossibly large, far bigger than any of the Vionian officers who had used me. I recalled how it had felt when he entered me, stretching me almost to the point of pain but bringing indescribable pleasure.
I made no conscious decision to do it, but I found my hands had begun to drift down my body. One hand crept behind me, underneath my nightgown, fingers tentatively exploring the base of the plug nestled between my cheeks. The slight pressure moved it inside me, and I felt my brow furrow hard at the sensation. My other went between my thighs, brushing against the sensitive bud of my clit.
I bit my lip to stifle a moan as I began to touch myself gently. The lower setting of my governor dulled the sensations somewhat, and I felt the slight tingle as it curbed my arousal, but it didn’t entirely suppress the gently blooming warmth between my legs. As I caressed myself, I continued to whisper to Lydia and Elara, describing in halting words the act of sex.
“It can hurt at first,” I murmured, my fingers moving in slow circles. “But it can also feel… amazing. Like nothing else in the universe.”
As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I noticed movement from the other beds. The covers on both Lydia’s and Elara’s beds were shifting subtly, rhythmically. With a start, I realized they too were touching themselves, driven by curiosity and budding desire.
“Does it… does it feel good when Mr. Gamma does it to you?” Lydia’s breathless whisper carried across the room.
I nodded, forgetting for a moment that they couldn’t see me clearly in the dark. “Yes,” I breathed. “Oh, yes. His cock is so big, it fills me completely. And he’s so strong, but also… gentle.”
My fingers moved faster as I spoke, remembering how it felt to be beneath Gamma’s powerful body. The plug in my bottom seemed to pulse in time with my racing heart, adding to the building pleasure.
“What about… what about your bottom?” Elara’s timid voice surprised me. “Does he… does he… f-fuck you there too?”
The question made me press against the base of the plug involuntarily. “Not yet,” I whispered. “But he says he will. That’s why I’m being… trained.”
A soft moan escaped Lydia’s lips, but it was quickly muffled. The sound sent a thrill through me, knowing that my words were affecting them so intensely. I could hear their breathing growing heavier, matching my own as we all explored our bodies in the dark.
As I continued to describe my experiences in hushed tones, I felt my arousal curbed again by my governor. The constant presence of the plug, the memory of Gamma’s touch, and the illicit thrill of sharing these secrets should have brought me closer to some release, but instead there was the tingle, and my hands could do no more than soothe. Still, soothing was better than nothing.
“How many times has Mr. Gamma… fucked you?” Lydia asked in a breathless voice, stumbling slightly over the crude word.
I opened my mouth to answer, my cheeks burning at the intimate question, when suddenly light flooded the room. We all froze as Mrs. Porter strode in, her face a mask of stern disapproval.
“What is the meaning of this?” she demanded, her voice sharp in the sudden silence.
With swift, efficient movements, she yanked back the covers from Lydia’s and Elara’s beds. Both girls let out startled yelps, hastily trying to pull their hands from beneath their nightgowns. But it was too late—their flushed faces and guilty expressions told the whole story.
Mrs. Porter’s lips pressed into a thin line as she surveyed the scene. “The alarms on all of your governors have gone off,” she said, her tone icy. “I should have known better than to trust you girls to behave yourselves.”
I lay perfectly still, hoping against hope that Mrs. Porter wouldn’t notice my own state of arousal. But her keen eyes missed nothing. She turned to me, her gaze stern.
“And you, Miss Tessara,” she said, disappointment evident in her voice. “I expected better from you. Mr. Gamma will be most displeased to hear of this behavior.”
The mention of Gamma sent a fresh wave of shame through me. I couldn’t bear the thought of disappointing him, of proving myself unworthy of his attention and care.