have a history of charbroiling people who pissed him off.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Kellen and Shauss draw up two contoured chairs beside her bed and settle themselves in them.
“I feel like I should have popcorn and a box of Milk Duds,” Shauss said in a conversational tone.
Annoyance raised her hackles, which admittedly was a step up from cowering in fear. The asshole was mocking her!
“Do you even know what popcorn and Milk Duds are, ET?” she sneered.
“Refreshments available for purchase at a show,” he answered promptly. “And frankly, you look like you’re about to put on quite a show.”
Kellen’s low chuckle was just as infuriating. “I doubt she intends to put on quite the show she’s going to.”
Unable to stand it, she let her angry gaze fly to his. “Why are you doing this? I thought you were nice!”
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Slouched low in his chair with his fingers laced across his belly, Kellen replied, “I can be very nice. But right now you require disciplining, as much for your own safety as for ours. Can you define discipline for me, Monica?”
She glared at him, heart thumping. “Look it up yourself.”
“Unnecessary. In your case, discipline will involve training you to submit to my authority without question.”
His subtle emphasis on the word submit robbed her of breath for a long minute, and she looked away again, dismayed to feel a fierce, dark tingle in her belly. If she didn’t know better, she’d almost swear it was…anticipation.
“Ha! Like that’ll ever happen.”
“Oh, but it will.”
Monica’s chest constricted at that quiet promise and it felt like every cell in her body was being sucked toward him. She tensed against his magnetic pull, furious that this new and improved body was just as weak and defective as the old one. She would not desire such a controlling bastard.
“Fuck that.”
“Such profanity withers the flower of your mouth,” Shauss berated lyrically.
Monica rolled her eyes. “Fuck that, too.”
The Garathani officers looked at each other as if to say, “Well, we did our best,” and stood up. A frisson of panic slid down her spine, and damn it, continued right on down into her crotch. Jeez, she was getting more twisted every day!
“Empran, activate neural restraint, subject Monica Teague,” she heard Kellen order.
“Neural restraint activated,” a marginally feminine voice responded.
Monica gasped as she collapsed into a puddle of her former self. Her head sagged against the wall and her arms fell away from her legs to rest heavily beside her. She couldn’t move!
“Don’t be frightened, Monica. Your nervous system is working perfectly,” Kellen said gently. “Neural restraints only affect voluntary movement from the neck down.”
A wave of anxiety washed over her when the two huge males moved in to
rearrange her body. Her eyes darted wildly between them as Shauss took her shoulders and lay her down on her back while Kellen grasped her ankles and pulled her limp legs out flat. Shauss backed off then, but Kellen wasn’t so quick to release her. He smoothed his warm, dry palms up her shins and over her knees, her thighs…
Because her head had come to rest facing away from them, her whispered plea bounced off the wall. “Don’t look at me.”
His hands continued in their upward path as if he hadn’t heard her, taking her gown along for the ride. They slid along the sides of her hips, her waist, and carried her arms up alongside her head as he tugged the garment completely off her. Monica squeezed her eyes shut tight when he returned her arms to her sides and gently tilted her head to face them.
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“You will learn to submit,” he murmured in her ear.
“You will be sorry for this, asshole,” she breathed back, disgusted at the tremor that stole much of the fervor from her promise. She was naked. Dear God, she was naked in front of the man who’d haunted her dreams and made her feel
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Kellen and Shauss draw up two contoured chairs beside her bed and settle themselves in them.
“I feel like I should have popcorn and a box of Milk Duds,” Shauss said in a conversational tone.
Annoyance raised her hackles, which admittedly was a step up from cowering in fear. The asshole was mocking her!
“Do you even know what popcorn and Milk Duds are, ET?” she sneered.
“Refreshments available for purchase at a show,” he answered promptly. “And frankly, you look like you’re about to put on quite a show.”
Kellen’s low chuckle was just as infuriating. “I doubt she intends to put on quite the show she’s going to.”
Unable to stand it, she let her angry gaze fly to his. “Why are you doing this? I thought you were nice!”
55
Robin L. Rotham
Slouched low in his chair with his fingers laced across his belly, Kellen replied, “I can be very nice. But right now you require disciplining, as much for your own safety as for ours. Can you define discipline for me, Monica?”
She glared at him, heart thumping. “Look it up yourself.”
“Unnecessary. In your case, discipline will involve training you to submit to my authority without question.”
His subtle emphasis on the word submit robbed her of breath for a long minute, and she looked away again, dismayed to feel a fierce, dark tingle in her belly. If she didn’t know better, she’d almost swear it was…anticipation.
“Ha! Like that’ll ever happen.”
“Oh, but it will.”
Monica’s chest constricted at that quiet promise and it felt like every cell in her body was being sucked toward him. She tensed against his magnetic pull, furious that this new and improved body was just as weak and defective as the old one. She would not desire such a controlling bastard.
“Fuck that.”
“Such profanity withers the flower of your mouth,” Shauss berated lyrically.
Monica rolled her eyes. “Fuck that, too.”
The Garathani officers looked at each other as if to say, “Well, we did our best,” and stood up. A frisson of panic slid down her spine, and damn it, continued right on down into her crotch. Jeez, she was getting more twisted every day!
“Empran, activate neural restraint, subject Monica Teague,” she heard Kellen order.
“Neural restraint activated,” a marginally feminine voice responded.
Monica gasped as she collapsed into a puddle of her former self. Her head sagged against the wall and her arms fell away from her legs to rest heavily beside her. She couldn’t move!
“Don’t be frightened, Monica. Your nervous system is working perfectly,” Kellen said gently. “Neural restraints only affect voluntary movement from the neck down.”
A wave of anxiety washed over her when the two huge males moved in to
rearrange her body. Her eyes darted wildly between them as Shauss took her shoulders and lay her down on her back while Kellen grasped her ankles and pulled her limp legs out flat. Shauss backed off then, but Kellen wasn’t so quick to release her. He smoothed his warm, dry palms up her shins and over her knees, her thighs…
Because her head had come to rest facing away from them, her whispered plea bounced off the wall. “Don’t look at me.”
His hands continued in their upward path as if he hadn’t heard her, taking her gown along for the ride. They slid along the sides of her hips, her waist, and carried her arms up alongside her head as he tugged the garment completely off her. Monica squeezed her eyes shut tight when he returned her arms to her sides and gently tilted her head to face them.
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“You will learn to submit,” he murmured in her ear.
“You will be sorry for this, asshole,” she breathed back, disgusted at the tremor that stole much of the fervor from her promise. She was naked. Dear God, she was naked in front of the man who’d haunted her dreams and made her feel
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