Chapter 3
The next morning, I woke up sore and tired.
I blinked, trying to remember where I was for a long moment and then I groaned, remembering the embarrassing, shameful, and incredibly arousing events that happened to me only just yesterday.
I could feel Bane behind me, his massive form curling around me and holding me safe against him.
I wanted to hate him for everything he had done, but I couldn’t bring myself to.
Even in his roughness, there was something about him, a certain gentleness that held me captive and didn’t want to let me go no matter what.
I sighed softly and his arm wound around my waist, pulling me back against him. My ass pressed against the hardness of his cock and I shifted my legs, feeling the dried wetness of his seed on my thighs. It was as though he marked me and there was something about it that left me feeling cared for.
I took stock of my body, feeling the soreness in my ass and my pussy. My bottom cheeks ached, feeling the results of his belt yesterday and my asshole felt tender, having been used so harshly afterward. My pussy felt sensitive and achy, but I felt more satisfied than I had ever felt in my life.
The rest of my body just felt like I’d run a marathon.
I turned my head, seeing sunlight peeking through the curtains of the single window in the bedroom. From what I could tell, it was early morning here on Dryac. Absentmindedly, I wondered when Bane would get to work.
He’d said he was going to train me today, introduce me to his work and take me under his wing so that I could continue to support my family. So that I could send money to them and ensure that they had enough to keep a roof over their head and food on the table.
I thought about my sisters, about my mother and I hoped they were doing alright, that the impoundment of my ship hadn’t caused them any problems from the Association.
“I can almost hear the smoke coming out of your ears,” Bane murmured, still clearly far sleepier than I was.
“It’s nothing,” I answered, and he grunted with disbelief, but didn’t press me further.
“Fuck, it’s early,” he complained, and I chuckled, amused.
“Not a morning person then?” I asked.
“Fuck, no,” he answered. Then he snapped his fingers and a portion of the wall slid open.
A cylindrical robot rolled forward. It was a sort of cream color, the dingy kind where it may have once been white.
There were markings of blue and gray on the side in some type of insignia, but I didn’t recognize the design or the brand.
A burst of steam exploded out the top of the robot and then a window in the center of it slid open, revealing a metal pot with a rubber-coated handle. Bane unraveled himself from my body and rolled over, reaching for the robot and the big pot.
“You can’t be serious,” I whispered, disbelieving the sight before my eyes. Two additional slots opened on the robot, with two giant mugs inside. Bane grabbed those two.
“Do you take it black?” he asked then and I moaned with excitement.
“Yes. I’ll take it, however,” I answered, too excited to care.
“Cream?” he pressed, and I nodded as he reached through another slot inside the robot. I watched, my mouth salivating as he poured coffee into the two mugs and spiked them with healthy doses of white creamy liquid.
Carefully, he handed me one and I sniffed the air, the smell of fresh ground coffee wafting toward me.
“I don’t remember the last cup of coffee I’ve had. It’s so hard to come by anymore out here,” I said. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” he answered, his voice still groggy. He pushed himself backward, leaning against the headboard and gently pulled me to him. My head and back lay against his chest and I sighed with contentment.
This felt right.
The two of us sipped our coffee in silence then. The warm brew slid down my throat, warming me from the inside out and I shuddered with delight at the feeling. It felt like a giant hug after all the hardship I’d been through.
Well, not all of it had been bad.
Bane had found me and maybe, just maybe I could find my own little slice of happiness here. Maybe whatever connections he had would keep me safe.
Maybe. A girl could hope, right?
Fat fucking chance. The Association was never going to let me go.
I sighed and took another sip of coffee.
Bane must have sensed my tenseness, because his hand started to pet me, drifting up and down my naked skin in a way that comforted me. I leaned into him.
“Today, I’m going to teach you all about my world,” he began, and I turned my head, intrigued by his words.
“Will you tell me about it?” I asked and he grunted in agreement.
“Soon, not yet,” he answered.
For a while longer, the two of us lay together and enjoyed the peacefulness of the morning quiet. I sipped the rest of my coffee, feeling the first traces of caffeine work its way into my system and I enjoyed every second of it.
When I finished, I handed him my mug and he put into back into the robot, causing it to whir to life as it cleansed the cup before my eyes.
“Handy little thing, isn’t it,” I said, and he nodded.
After a while longer, he shifted and I sat up, reluctantly climbing out of bed and out of his embrace. I moved to cover myself and he batted my hands away.
“Don’t cover yourself. I want to see that beautiful body. I want to see what’s mine,” he commanded, his voice strong and I found myself wanting to please him. My hands dropped to either side, exposing my bareness to him completely.
He climbed out of bed and I couldn’t help but admire his own nakedness at the same time. His body was hard, chiseled even from the tops of his shoulders all the way down to his calves. His naked ass was round and solid. I kind of wanted to bite it.
He opened a drawer in an armoire and dug into it, rummaging around until he pulled out a few pieces of clothes that didn’t look large enough for a pillow cover. He tossed them in my direction.
I held out one piece and realized it was a skirt. Another was a bra and I looked back at him, lifting my eyebrow in disbelief.
“What is this?” I asked.
“It’s your new wardrobe. When you are ready to get what you want from men without using your charms, I’ll grant you something more modest to wear, in public at least,” he answered with the cockiest grin I’d ever seen.
“You can’t be serious,” I answered.
“I am. In private, you’ll wear what I choose, if anything at all,” he answered, and I scoffed back at him.
“I don’t use my charms to get what I want,” I muttered, and he chuckled.
“And just how did you plan on getting a job at the pub then?” he asked, and I turned away, hiding the blush that had inevitably risen over my cheeks. He wasn’t wrong, but I wasn’t about to tell him that.
“Do you deny it?” Bane pressed and I didn’t answer.
Instead, I pulled on the tiny dark brown thong over my thighs and around my hips.
I clipped the matching brown bra around my waist and pulled it up over my breasts.
Next, I pulled on a cream-colored skirt that just barely covered my pussy and then a light brown ruffled top that only covered my chest, leaving my midriff bare.
He tossed me a dark brown leather jacket—or rather the upper half of a jacket—which I pulled on, fastening the buckles at my neck and just below my breasts.
The garment was split horizontally to expose, lift, and present my breasts, just like the skirt framed my ass.
Two scandalously thin strips of cloth that passed for a bra covered my nipples but left most of my cleavage bare.
If I bent over, someone was going to get an eyeful.
He tossed me a dark brown pair of leather gloves and I pulled them on. They went almost up to my elbows. Felt like a piece of protective armor.
It was as though I was naked.
It’s not like I really had a choice though. He’d torn my other clothes to shreds and I had nothing left. It was either this or walk around completely bared.
I chose this.
I faced him with courage, lifting my chin and pulling my shoulders back. I’d wear this slutty outfit and I’d make it mine.
He gazed on me with a certain sense of pride and cleared his throat.
“Today, you’ll learn what keeps Dryac safe from the Intergalactic Coalition. I’m going to teach you what it means to be an assistant to the leader of the Syndicate.”
I froze.
The Syndicate was the Association’s direct rival. An organization that ruled on the fringes of the galaxy, out of range of the Intergalactic Coalition and in direct opposition to the Association. I’d stumbled into the middle of what could turn into an all-out war.
As soon as my handler found out that I was in the hands of the leader of the Syndicate, I was as good as dead. My family was as good as dead.
I wanted to run, but his harsh gaze never wavered.
My eyes flicked from him to the door, trying to gauge if I had a route of escape or not.
Unfortunately, he was in the way and there wasn’t a chance I’d make it past him.
He was too fast and too strong, and I’d already made the mistake of underestimating him before.
I wasn’t about to do it again. It was also clear that he understood exactly what was racing through my mind by his ready stance, prepared to grab at me if I even thought about trying to get away.
“If they find out I’m helping you, I’m good as dead,” I began, and I felt him shake his head.
“I will protect you,” he said, cutting me off as he did so.
“If they can’t get to me, they’ll kill my family,” I retorted.
“They won’t,” he answered, his voice hard.
That wasn’t a chance I was willing to take.