Dead center under the vaulted ceiling stood a towering black marble statue of a naked woman kneeling before an armored man. Her wrists were bound behind her back, and she was sucking her conquerorâs cock with submissive enthusiasm.
âYouâve got to admit, it makes a statement,â Sebastian commed finally, after a two-minute gape.
âYeah, but a statement of what?â Nathan folded his arms and rocked back on his heels, looking the statue over with a raised brow and a grin.
âHow about, âWeâve got more kinks than a corkscrewâ?â As he glanced at his captain, Sebastian caught the gaze of a hard-eyed palace guard watching them suspiciously. He was unable to resist giving the man a taunting wink. Without an implant of his own, the guard couldnât hear the conversation no matter how hard he tried to eavesdrop.
âI canât believe they put that thing out where anybody can see it.â Trinity sounded so scandalized, Sebastian had to grin.
He wasnât surprised at her reaction, though. Trin had spent her teenage years on Orvilleâs Paradise, a planet colonized by a rabid religious cult. Nathan had expanded her horizons considerably, but even after a year of marriage and her new life as a mercenary, she was still easy to shock.
Frowning, Trinity added out loud, âI hope they donât let children in here.â
âChildren,â a stuffy male voice announced, âare not permitted in this section of the palace.â
The three pivoted to see a man striding toward them. In contrast to their own conservative blue dress uniforms, he wore a pair of tight leather pants with thigh-high black boots. Black buckled straps circled his flabby biceps, and a leather breastplate covered his chest. It was sculpted to look a lot more muscular than he was. A leather codpiece completed the ensemble, draped with gold chains that jingled musically as he walked.
âEither heâs way too happy to see us,â Sebastian quipped, âor he stuffs that codpiece.â
âHeâd have to, or heâd get calluses on his dick,â Nathan commed. âAll that leatherâs got to chafe.â Spotting Trinityâs wicked smile, he added, âAnd what are you grinning at?â
âActually, I was wondering if I could get the name of his tailor,â she purred. âYouâd look a lot better in that rig than he does.â
Sebastian bit the inside of his cheek to control a bark of laughter. Maybe Nathan had done a better job at expanding Trinâs horizons than heâd thought.
Leather Man came to a jingling halt a pace in front of them, shoulders drawn back, both chins lifted. âWelcome to the Dominality of Rabican,â he announced. âI am Dom Javier Grosvenor Bayard, adviser to the Dominorââ
âNot on matters of fashion, I hope,â Sebastian commed, keeping his face straight with an effort.
Trin made a strangled sound. âSebastian, if you make me laugh at this self-important clod, Iâm going to spank you.â
âOh, would you?â
Trinâs snicker at his mock plea had Bayard peering at them in puzzlement.
Nathan, ignoring the byplay, introduced the three of them in grave, rolling phrases. Sebastian had no idea how his captain always managed to treat Bayardâs ilk as if he took them seriously. Sebastian himself didnât have the patience, which was how he knew he had no business captaining a ship.
Oh, he might have the knowledge of strategy and tactics, even the necessary leadership skills, but he was just no damn good with idiots.
When Nathan finished his spiel, Bayard gave them all a short, stiff bow. âVery good. If you will accompany me, I will take you to His Dominance.â Turning on one high, booted heel, he marched off down the corridor, right past a wall-length mural of a naked woman writhing in a particularly uncomfortable arrangement of ropes.
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