pulling it off her forehead and cheeks. She mimicked the other women in here…who also had a female slave bathing them…and folded her arms over her head to give Eeete full access to her body.
Something she would have never allowed in Seattle, but then, she wasn’t there anymore, was she? Disquiet returned, which Paige pushed away quite easily. She didn’t want to dwell on the bad, not when Eeete’s stroking relaxed so well, providing a moment of relief from all the crap that had happened.
The young woman washed Paige delicately, thoroughly, tending to the puffy folds between her legs, her clit. When Eeete stroked the small nub, Paige pushed to her toes. The young woman didn’t comment, nor did she linger in that location. Gulping the humid air, Paige sank to her heels. Eeete pressed her palms against the insides of Paige’s thighs, directing her to part them farther. She did. Eeete responded by cleansing the furrow between Paige’s cheeks, stroking her anus.
Holy mother. That part of Paige was so sensitive, she shot back to her toes.
Eeete moved to Paige’s thighs and calves, then to her shoulders and hair.
Paige’s arms fell down, too heavy to keep up any longer. She sighed in pleasure at Eeete massaging her scalp. It was so deliciously satisfying, Paige didn’t want her to stop. As Eeete tended to the hair at her nape—an ultrasensitive spot for Paige—she had to strain to open her eyes.
And saw Zekin.
He stood near the entrance of the spacious room, fully clothed in his camouflage gear, taking in her nudity. Color tinted his cheeks a darker olive. His eyes sparkled with what appeared to be lust and need.
Paige stared at his hands, fisted at his sides as though he were trying to control himself. From what? Striding in here? Taking her in front of the others?
None of the male or female slaves paused in what they were doing. None glanced his way. Paige knew they wouldn’t stop whatever Zekin wanted. She felt his desire for her.
Her body, mind, will yielded to the moment. Whatever happened.
He didn’t move.
Paige struggled to breathe. She grew dizzy with desire and expectation.
Eeete’s hands fell away from her. The young woman stepped back.
Because she was finished with the bath…or because she knew not to get in Zekin’s way when he demanded something?
Paige regarded him as he did her. Shamelessly. Without guile.
A muscle in his jaw ticked. His body seemed to stiffen with his fight for control.
A part of Paige wanted him to lose that battle. A part of her wondered what would happen to them if he did, where their intimacy might lead. Where could it?
As though he thought the same, Zekin left.
After wandering aimlessly around the colony, trying not to think or feel, Zekin finally went to the dining hall. Bruda and Qatar soon joined him, enjoying their meal before conducting today’s business. There was much to discuss…to reveal…once Paige joined them.
“Aren’t you going to finish that?” Bruda asked, gesturing to Zekin’s plate.
Having no appetite, he pushed his dish to the man. Food wasn’t what Zekin required. Tension knotted his neck and back muscles, causing them to ache. He rolled his shoulders, then stopped when he noticed Qatar watching.
Not wanting to answer any questions Qatar might pose, Zekin sipped his drink. Around them, the pleasure slaves ate, their sole focus on the food they and Zekin’s men provided in abundant supply. Harvesting it within the water’s depths or on their occasional trips to the surface. No one here stopped a slave from getting seconds, thirds or more. They ate until filled. Many of them had been too lean when they’d first arrived, their bodies showing the effects of prolonged starvation. The men’s arms and shoulders had filled out, the same as the woman’s breasts and hips. All of them restored, robust with youth and good health. All of them stunning.
None of them Paige.
Zekin slumped in his chair as his mind returned to the
Something she would have never allowed in Seattle, but then, she wasn’t there anymore, was she? Disquiet returned, which Paige pushed away quite easily. She didn’t want to dwell on the bad, not when Eeete’s stroking relaxed so well, providing a moment of relief from all the crap that had happened.
The young woman washed Paige delicately, thoroughly, tending to the puffy folds between her legs, her clit. When Eeete stroked the small nub, Paige pushed to her toes. The young woman didn’t comment, nor did she linger in that location. Gulping the humid air, Paige sank to her heels. Eeete pressed her palms against the insides of Paige’s thighs, directing her to part them farther. She did. Eeete responded by cleansing the furrow between Paige’s cheeks, stroking her anus.
Holy mother. That part of Paige was so sensitive, she shot back to her toes.
Eeete moved to Paige’s thighs and calves, then to her shoulders and hair.
Paige’s arms fell down, too heavy to keep up any longer. She sighed in pleasure at Eeete massaging her scalp. It was so deliciously satisfying, Paige didn’t want her to stop. As Eeete tended to the hair at her nape—an ultrasensitive spot for Paige—she had to strain to open her eyes.
And saw Zekin.
He stood near the entrance of the spacious room, fully clothed in his camouflage gear, taking in her nudity. Color tinted his cheeks a darker olive. His eyes sparkled with what appeared to be lust and need.
Paige stared at his hands, fisted at his sides as though he were trying to control himself. From what? Striding in here? Taking her in front of the others?
None of the male or female slaves paused in what they were doing. None glanced his way. Paige knew they wouldn’t stop whatever Zekin wanted. She felt his desire for her.
Her body, mind, will yielded to the moment. Whatever happened.
He didn’t move.
Paige struggled to breathe. She grew dizzy with desire and expectation.
Eeete’s hands fell away from her. The young woman stepped back.
Because she was finished with the bath…or because she knew not to get in Zekin’s way when he demanded something?
Paige regarded him as he did her. Shamelessly. Without guile.
A muscle in his jaw ticked. His body seemed to stiffen with his fight for control.
A part of Paige wanted him to lose that battle. A part of her wondered what would happen to them if he did, where their intimacy might lead. Where could it?
As though he thought the same, Zekin left.
After wandering aimlessly around the colony, trying not to think or feel, Zekin finally went to the dining hall. Bruda and Qatar soon joined him, enjoying their meal before conducting today’s business. There was much to discuss…to reveal…once Paige joined them.
“Aren’t you going to finish that?” Bruda asked, gesturing to Zekin’s plate.
Having no appetite, he pushed his dish to the man. Food wasn’t what Zekin required. Tension knotted his neck and back muscles, causing them to ache. He rolled his shoulders, then stopped when he noticed Qatar watching.
Not wanting to answer any questions Qatar might pose, Zekin sipped his drink. Around them, the pleasure slaves ate, their sole focus on the food they and Zekin’s men provided in abundant supply. Harvesting it within the water’s depths or on their occasional trips to the surface. No one here stopped a slave from getting seconds, thirds or more. They ate until filled. Many of them had been too lean when they’d first arrived, their bodies showing the effects of prolonged starvation. The men’s arms and shoulders had filled out, the same as the woman’s breasts and hips. All of them restored, robust with youth and good health. All of them stunning.
None of them Paige.
Zekin slumped in his chair as his mind returned to the
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