“I’m not doing shit with you unless I get a safe word.”

I spread my hands wide, doing my best to appear innocent, like I’m not about to use her body until all she can think of is pleasure and me. “Then choose a word. But know this, little mate, if you agree to this, to let me take control of your body, of your pleasure, you will be so well trained to my touch, to my kiss, that when you look at me, your cunt will be wet immediately. There will be no escaping your need for my mouth on you, my cock deep inside.”

She laughs. Laughs.

I narrow my eyes at her.

“Yeah, sure,” she says, and I glare at her for a minute.

Then I see it, that she’s nervous, that she’s worried.

“I would never hurt you. I swear it to you. If you pick a word, this safe word, I will honor it. I simply want to give you pleasure.”

“Oh, yeah? And you don’t expect anything in return, is that right?”

Incredulity sends my brows shooting up. “You think I don’t feel pleasure when I see you orgasm? To know it is because of me, of what I have done, that you feel that way?” I shake my head, laughing in disbelief. “Trust me, little flame, this is not only for your pleasure.”

“So you won’t have sex with me in…” her eyes flick to the clock in the wall, “in the five hours you plan to… tie me up?”

“I didn’t say that,” I purr, fucking loving the way her eyes dilate. “But you’ll have to ask me so, so nicely if you want my cock.”

“Marshmallow fluff,” she says breathlessly, her gaze glued to me.

I blink. “What?”

“That’s the safe word. Marshmallow fluff. If I say it, you have to stop. Immediately.”

“Understood,” I growl, and let myself go.

I snap.

With one arm, I sweep all the food and utensils off the table and they clatter to the ground.

She stares at me, open-mouthed. I long to fill those pretty lips with my hard cock, until she whimpers and moans around it.

“Do you want to use your word yet?” I ask her.

She shakes her head, still staring.

Reaching my hands around her ribs, I haul her onto the table with a possessive growl.

For a long moment, I simply stare at her, drinking her in. She’s so gods-damned beautiful. Every fucking inch of her, radiant. Glorious.

Her hair is a Roth volcano, or the color of sunset over the Roth ocean. Her skin freshly fallen snow on the icefields of the far north, her lips berry-red and still swollen from earlier. Will I ever have enough of this female?

I do not think so.

“What?” she asks, her voice nervous.

“You are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen,” I say honestly.

I pull her hair back, and she gasps as I stare down at her. The smooth column of her throat bobs. I run a finger across her lower lip, playing with the succulent flesh there, loving the way she trembles against me.

When she bites down on my fingertip, defiance in her gaze, I hiss in surprise.

“Is that what you want, then, my flame? To act like you don’t want this?” I laugh, and the noise is harsh. I want her to want it. I don’t mind her games, I like them… but I want her to want me as badly as I crave her.

I am addicted to Leigh. Fully, wholly, helplessly addicted.

“For that, you will get special treatment.”

Turning, I storm over to the panel in the wall that houses emergency maintenance supplies and rip it away. The metal clatters onto the floor, the housing of the supply panel glowing red under the wall of the ship.

I tug out several lengths of wiring, triumph singing through me.

She might not think she’s mine, not yet, not fully—but I have her at my mercy for the next five hours.

I can’t think of a better way to pass the time than by drawing orgasm after orgasm from her willing body.

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CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

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LEIGH

Oh. Oh shit.

My eyes get huge as I fully realize what it is Nydo has planned.

He turns, the multicolored wiring standing out in stark contrast to his grey skin, and prowls towards me with predatory grace.

“Are you ready to use your word yet?” he asks, challenge in his tone, in the set of his eyes.

“No,” I say. No, not at all. I’ve never been so turned on in my entire freaking life.

He grabs my wrist, and I expect him to be rough, but his hands are gentle as he loops the cord around one wrist, then the other. I watch as he secures it to the underside of the table, my mouth impossibly dry, my pussy already wet and clenching on nothing.

Any trepidation I’ve had since talking with Niki, at the magnitude of what we’re about to attempt, disappears in the face of the pleasure Nydo’s promised.

I struggle slightly against the bonds, and he shoves me lightly onto the table, not hard but just enough to let me know he wants me to lie down.

His hands trail down my arms, across my stomach, pausing to tweak at where my nipples press against the fabric of my shirt.

I gasp at the sensation, then moan, already excited beyond belief at this game he’s playing. It feels wicked and naughty to be laid out like this, tied to the damn table in a room meant for the whole crew to eat in, but no one is on the ship but Nydo and me.

There’s no chance of anyone walking in, but it doesn’t matter.

The vague idea of it, the off-limits nature of this, is making me even hotter.

His fingertips tickle over the hem of my pants, and I stiffen as he goes down further, cupping my sex with one hand.

My head turns to the side, and I moan.

“Who does this belong to?” he growls.

“Me,” I say, resistant to the very end.

“Wrong,” he says, his voice liquid heat, those otherworldly eyes flaring red and orange, the tips of his hair throwing off sparks. “This is mine. This belongs to me. Say it.”

He waits, his hand still over my pussy. Heat begins to trickle over my folds, through my wetness, his damn powers making me squirm with renewed need. “Say it,” he says, his voice tight and controlled, whereas I’m moaning like an animal in heat, wild with need. Wild for him.

“Mine,” I tell him through gritted teeth.

His eyes flash. “Then use your safe word, and we’ll stop this,” he commands.

“No.”

“You are as stubborn as you are beautiful.” He sighs, and his hand moves further down my leg, until he pulls out a second length of cord, stopping at my ankles. These he doesn’t tie together. No, he loops the cord gently around my ankle, tugging my boot off, my sock, and tossing them over his shoulder without a care, his focus wholly on me.

One end loops through one of the bolts under the table, and then he spreads my other leg wide, looping the other end around it.

I try moving, testing the bonds.

I’m not going anywhere. The hem of my shirt has ridden up, and I raise an eyebrow at him. “So you’ve got me fully clothed and tied up. Is this it?”

“Oh, no, my little mate. My little flame. This is not it. Not at all. Lie back and let me work. At the end of this, you will admit who that cunt belongs to.”

“I will n—” My voice breaks as heat flares all over me, stinging across my skin.

My clothes are incinerated. I’m completely naked in the next instant, the table hot from Nydo’s strange, fully controlled fire.

“How did you—” I gasp as his powers caress down my body, lifting my chin and watching him.

His gaze is triumphant, victorious, and I realize he’s staring at me, watching me writhe and moan under his phantom touch.

“You’re just going to tease me, then?” I ask, but my voice is a breathy moan. “Are you afraid to touch me? Afraid to lose control?”

“Oh, little flame, when it comes to you, I will never lose control, and when I let go, it will be on purpose, to fill you up with my seed as you scream my name.”