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SWEET PUNISHMENT BY EVA LEFOY
“You are accused of damaging the Supreme Emperor’s property. How do you plead?”
I turned my head, but saw no jury. He would be my sole judge and executioner. Or, if I played my cards right, research material… I took a step closer. “Innocent. Your honor.”
He scoffed, his giant shoulders rising and falling with his snort. “I am not your honor. I am Oo’ir.”
“Well Oo’ir,” I scooted closer, praying the pheromones worked. “You look very honorable to me.”
He raised a bushy dark brown eyebrow the same color as his braided hair. “I promise I will decide your fate fairly.”
I pursed my lips in what I hoped was a pretty pout. “Can’t you maybe punish me for being bad and then let me go?”
Oo’ir’s eyes gleamed at the word punish. I’d heard theirs was a discipline-focused sexuality, but the reports hadn’t been explicit about their tastes. I was forging into unknown territory, both exhilarated and terrified at the possibilities.
“You wish to be punished, Earthling?”
“Yes,” I breathed. “Punish me, Oo’ir. I’ve been a very bad girl.”
His hands grabbed me and pulled me to his chest. The pads of his fingers were rough, like sandpaper. The feel of his chest like warm steel. I bit my lip as my pussy clenched in anticipation.
“Bad,” he repeated.
“Yes. Very bad girl.” Oh, how bad I’d truly been. Oo’ir had no idea.
He picked me up as though I weighed nothing, and strode toward the throne. When he reached it, he set me down on my feet and gave me an appraising look. He fingered the placket of my coat, his gaze on my breasts. “You are fragile. Weak. You will not take much punishment.”
I shook my head in disagreement. The gesture meant the same thing in our languages. “I can take it. Really. Give me what I deserve, Oo’ir.”
He snorted a hot breath out his nose before pulling my coat down and ripping open my blouse. Since I’d worn no bra – who needs one in space with light gravity anyway? – my breasts were fully exposed. He sucked in a breath and grasped both nipples, pinching them hard.
The pain-pleasure circuit in my brain kicked in. I lived for this. To experience exactly this. In every way and with every race I possibly could before I died. I’d made it my life’s study. Showing Oo’ir my submission without betraying my greediness for more would be my difficulty. Wanting to encourage him, I laid my head back and gave the lightest of moans.
“Sturdy enough,” Oo’ir said approvingly. “We will proceed.”
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Eva Lefoy writes and reads all kinds of romance, and is a certified Trekkie. She’s also terribly addicted to chocolate, tea, and hiking. One of these days, she’ll figure out the meaning of life, quit her job, and go travel the galaxy. Until then, she’s writing down all her dirty thoughts for the sake of future explorers.