Chapter 6
Acouple of hours pass, and I report to Thor’s cabin just as he asked me to. The upper decks of the ship are better appointed. The ones I have been frequenting in the hopes of staying clear of anybody too important have smooth floors and unadorned walls. It’s like being in an easy clean maze.
His floor is different. There is carpeting on the floors, and a light scent of something floral or maybe tropical. The air is quite literally more refined here.
I tap lightly on his door.
“Come!” he calls out.
The door slides open, and I step into Thor’s quarters. They are quite spacious, and well decorated. There are wall hangings with runes upon them for protection and care. I wonder if he chose them himself, or if they just came with the room.
This space is much nicer than the maintenance bunks I don’t dare to sleep in for fear of that being how I get found out. I don’t want to be caught being obviously surplus to requirements in that kind of way.
Thor is standing in front of me wearing long black pants, black shining boots, and a black shirt that is open almost all the way to his navel. He’s adjusting his sleeves as he greets me, rolling them up over his massively muscled forearms.
“You look pretty,” I say. I’m not used to complimenting men. I guess that’s probably how you do it.
Thor smirks, taking the compliment the right way, thank the gods. “Thank you,” he says.
I don’t have a change of clothes so I am still in my maintenance uniform. I instantly feel very underdressed. I have to bring it up, because it’s so obviously weird.
“It didn’t occur to me to get into civilian attire. I’m sorry,” I say. “I will go get changed.”
That last part is a bluff. I can’t really go and get changed, unless it is into the clothes I was wearing on the day I snuck onto the ship, and they’re not exactly going-out-to-dinner clothes.
“No,” he replies. “You look cute in overalls.”
“Sure, but I’m absolutely stunning in a burlap sack,” I joke self-deprecatingly.
He chuckles and reaches for my hand. I offer it to him and he takes it, leading me deeper into his personal space.
“And you don’t have to share with anyone?” I don’t have to try to sound impressed. I am deeply impressed.
“I was fortunate enough to be considered for an individual berth,” he says. “I bet it’s fun in the maintenance dorms though, huh?”
“Oh, yeah,” I grin, pretending I hang out there, the way he clearly expects me to.
“It’s cute that you’re in maintenance,” he says, his tone admiring.
“It means you took literally any position they offered you in order to seek the stars. That attitude is why your family settled the city. It’s not something that can be taught, or even trained.
It’s something that has to come from a place deep inside. ”
“Is that why you’re on the vessel?”
“I am here because this is the most noble endeavor. To find new lands and to settle them, to claim new territory for those who come after us—what other life could be any more noble?”
He sounds like a propaganda leaflet, but I let him have it because I can tell his passion is real. Also, he saved Freya’s life. Maybe he’s kind of a dork with this goody-goody act, but I guess it’s possible he’s also actually good.
“Come and sit down,” he says, gesturing to a dining table that his suite is furnished with. “Would you like some mead?”
“Absolutely,” I say. “I can’t believe you have that as well.”
“We are fortunate,” he repeats himself.
We are living two very different lives on the same ship, that much is certain. He is privileged and highly resourced. I am not supposed to be here at all, and very much scraping by.
He looks at me and his face shifts. “I’m sorry,” he says. “I don’t mean to make you feel bad. I want to share all of this with you. I even ordered special rations for the evening.”
“Is this our first date?” I smile the question at him. We’ve had sex, but that’s not the same as dating.
“You could say that,” he says. “I suppose it’s more of a date than…”
I blush and he trails off as we both remember what we did in the hospital, and how hot it was.
I smile up at him under my lashes, and give us both this sweet little moment. I don’t know how many more of them we are going to get. If he finds out about my deception, he might report me, and I might end up in the brig for the duration of the journey.
I really do not want to be imprisoned, if I can help it.
This is a dangerous game, and I know it. I maybe should have told him I couldn’t come and just ignored him, but then he might have asked my shift supervisor about my schedule, and realize nobody knows who the hell I am.
We sit down at the table and start to eat.
“What are you most excited for this mission?” I ask, making polite conversation. I’ve heard people asking one another that over and over, so I figure it’s a safe thing to say.
“The planet we’re approaching has been earmarked as a potential new colony,” he says. “It’s not often that you are able to settle a new world.”
“Is there sentient life there already? They don’t brief cleaners that well,” I smile.
“Not that we are aware of. It’s a planet with similar conditions to Earth, and an advanced ecosystem with building materials and others…” He trails off mid-sentence and reaches for me.
He brushes my hair out of my eyes, and looks at me with intimate intensity.
“I thought I’d never get to be with you again,” he says. “I thought your first time was going to be our last. It made me feel like an absolute monster to have taken you and left. I was so selfish.”
“It’s okay,” I say. “I knew what I was doing.”
“You wanted to have a one-time thing?”
He looks a little hurt.
“I wanted to feel better,” I tell him. “And you were hot and you made me feel safe and I felt as though… it just felt right. It felt like what I was supposed to be doing.”
Thor looks slightly concerned by this, but it is also the truth. I followed my instincts with him then, and I’m going to do so again now.
“I’m impulsive,” I tell him. “But so far, only with you.”
“So far, huh,” he chuckles at me, like I said something funny.
“Yeah. And it was pretty good the first time, so I was thinking maybe it would be even better the second? Though this time no spanking me or making me cry.”
He smiles at me, and there’s something in his expression that’s hard to read.
“I have to be honest with you,” he says. “My tastes, sexually, they can be described as a touch kinky. I liked it when you cried.”
I feel my body respond instantly. The muscles in my lower belly tighten and I feel a flush of excitement. There is some sadism in this big, handsome, devastatingly good man. It must be his shadow side. All that heroism hides something a little darker.
“Oh, so you’re not into this unless I’ve done something to be punished for?”
“I’m into it regardless,” he says. “I don’t need a reason to punish you.”
He sets about proving that statement in very short order.
I find myself stripped of my clothing, rendered entirely naked by his big hands, and then taken to bed, where he puts me over his knee while still clothed in his officer uniform, and spanks my ass and my pussy back and forth until I whimper and beg for leniency.
“Ow! Why?”
I know why already. He likes it when my feistiness turns into a kind of subdued energy.
“Because your pussy looks pretty when she’s sore,” he says. “And this time, you’re not a virgin. So I’m not going to go nearly as easy on this tight little hole.”
My entire body tenses with delicious anticipation as he speaks to me with that rough, carnal tone, like I belong to him, like he has all the right in the world to do whatever he wants to me.
He has no idea how vulnerable I really am right now, and how bad I have really been. When he spanks me, the sting and pain makes me feel a little as though I am being punished for stowing away. If he really knew, I wonder what he would do to me?
I almost tell him, but he distracts me by picking me up, bending me over the table where we just ate, and sliding his thick cock into my spanked pussy in one long, slow stroke.
I let out a long, low moan as he stretches me open little by little, drawing the whole process out as slow as it can be. I am panting and craving him.
“Fuck me, dammit,” I beg.
“What’s that?” He asks the question with a smirk in his voice. I know what he wants. He wants me to ask nicely. He wants to feel like he is in control by making me do what he says, and speak the way he instructs. Well. I’m not going to…
He reaches under me and plays with my clit, giving me the most feather-light of touches. I come instantly undone.
“Please, sir, fuck me hard.”
And he does. He fucks me long and hard. He fucks me on the table, then he picks me up and presses me against a wall, holding me up as he fucks me there.
Then he turns me around and puts me on my hands and knees on the bed and alternates fucking my pussy with spanking my ass to reignite the heat.
This man fucks me like I am in trouble, and I love it.
Finally, he lies down on the bed with me, having stripped himself of his uniform. I have never seen his naked body before. It is beautiful. He has an all over golden tan, and there is not a part of him that is not muscular from use.
He lays me on my back, slides over me in the most traditional of positions, and finally after all this rutting and fucking, he makes what feels like love to me, slowly rolling his hips so his cock slides deep in and out of me with a tenderness I would probably find tedious if he had not already taken the time to wear me out like a misbehaved pony.
“I want to come inside you,” he says, one finger on the nub of my clit as he strokes himself inside me, his cock doing that twitching pulse that I am starting to learn means he is going to orgasm. “But you might get pregnant if I do.”
“I’m still on birth control,” I lie.
“Of course,” he says. “The whole female crew is.” He presses a kiss to my lips, and drives himself deep inside me.