by Alana Khan
I stand straighter, tighten my jaw, and look him square in the eye. Does he think this little Earth female has never been afraid before? Fuck him. I learned how to deal with this kind of psychological torment at my daddy’s knee.
“One. You’ll tell no one the terms of our contract or I will not fulfill them. Even if you don’t fully trust me, I have every intention of delivering you to your home planet—on time. I have gone to considerable expense to obtain the coordinates and the fastest ship available. I’m a total dracker, but I am a male of my word. When I return to this ship without you, I have to live with all these people and I’d prefer our contract to be just between us. Is that clear?”
I nod.
“Say it.”
“Yes, that’s clear.”
“You can call me sir.”
Fuck. “Yes, sir.” Is this going to be some Fifty Shades of Grey bullshit?
“Two. You will do exactly as I say or you will be punished.”
Okay. I guess that’s a “yes” on the Fifty Shades question.
“Is that clear?”
“Yes, sir.” I try to put as much “fuck you” as I can into the “sir.”
“Three. My cousin is a congenial male who told me Earth’s coordinates for free. Reserving the vessel, however, will require a significant amount of credits. Since I am acting in good faith, I will need a clear gesture on your part that you are acting in good faith as well. Strip out of your clothes.” He gives me a self-satisfied smile. “Computer, turn lights up.”
I’m an idiot. How is it that a savvy individual like myself did not anticipate this particular level of hell? I don’t hesitate, though, I’ve decided to do this and I will follow through.
I swiftly pull off my t-shirt, leggings, bra, and panties. I knew I’d need to do it quickly in order to get it done. I also didn’t want it to appear sensual in any way. I order my sympathetic nervous system not to blush. I will get through this. I toss my head and hope I give the appearance of supreme indifference even though my hands are shaking and my pulse is pounding.
Although I’m looking him directly in the eye, my peripheral vision catches his fingers tightening around his cock.
“Are we done? May I leave?” My clothes are still balled in my hands. I’m about to turn toward the door, planning to get dressed and run to the safety of my room.
“No.”
I don’t recall ever hearing this particular timbre of deep growl escape a male’s throat before. I’m paralyzed in fear, but hope I seem stubborn and confident.
“Let’s review the rules one more time. What is rule number two?”
“Do as you say,” I answer without hesitation.
“Put your clothes on the foot of the bed.”
I toss them there.
“You’re trying my patience, little Lexa. I guess we’ll have fun on the trip to Earth as I teach you how to follow the rules.” This is more of a promise than a threat. “One final thing before you leave.” He sits up, hangs his legs over the side of the bed and beckons me between his knees. “To ensure you don’t change your mind after I pay for the vessel, I want proof of how serious you are about abiding by the contract.”
He pauses, then, “Suck my cock,” his voice is rough and breathy.
I’m certain he has to see my jaw lock tight and the blood drain from my face. Crap.
I guess my being a virgin shouldn’t be a big deal. Really, I should have done something about it years ago. I was just far too busy studying my ass off and writing my doctoral fucking dissertation.
Okay, Lexa, you can do this. How hard can it be? What was it they said in Victorian days? Close your eyes and think of England? Whatever. I focus on the fact that this is my choice. I could tell him to forget this ridiculous contract and then run out of the room. But I’m not going to do that. Because I want to get back to my life on Earth and this is my only escape.
I’m going to do this, and I’m going to do this in style. I pull myself to my full five-foot-two inches and act like there’s a crown on my head. I’m a queen and I relinquish my power to no man.
My knees hit the floor between his feet and I try to get my bearings. I’ve seen plenty of cocks before; just because I’m a virgin doesn’t mean I haven’t stumbled onto Porn Hub. Of course, I’ve never seen one this long or this thick before. Nor have I ever seen one that is two shades of blue.
I form my plan of attack. Swift, sure, no time for hesitation, Lexa, just go for it. I grab him at the root, press my mouth over the head, and engulf him as far down as I can go in one swift movement because I don’t want to hesitate or gag.
“Drack!” he thunders as he grabs my shoulders and pulls me up and off of him. “What the drack female? If you didn’t want to go through with the contract why did you come to my room?”
I’m standing, staring at him, just blinking. “What?” I ask, then hastily add, “sir?”
“Teeth! Seven hells, female. You used your teeth!” Even in the dim light, I can see the whites all around his irises, his eyes wide in surprise.
“I...didn’t know.”
“What are you saying? Are human cocks impervious to pain?”
“I don’t know...I’ve never…”
“You’re untouched?” He pulls back, nostrils flared, muscles rigid.
Ohhh, the way he’s saying that, like it’s the worst thing in the known galaxy, I don’t want to cop to that. So I just stand here, wondering if I drew blood.
“Answer me. You’ve never…been with a male?”
“No.” He’s still staring daggers through me. “Sir.”
“Why in the galaxy did you accept my offer, Lexa? I thought we were like-minded. I thought this would be a game for both of us, that I’d be the aggressor and you’d feign innocence. I had no idea you were an innocent.” He stands, grabs my clothes from the foot of the bed, and gently hands them to me. “I rescind my offer. The contract is null and void.”
Sextus
“No. Please. Sextus, I’ll...do better next time.”
Her voice is pleading, but by her pinched face and downturned mouth, this is costing her every iota of her dignity.
I’m a drackhole. I’ve always been one. I’m used to getting my way. But not this.
“I need to get back to Earth. Teach me how to do...that…” She glances at my cock, now tucked against my body, shriveled in pain. “Teach me and I’ll do it.”
I don’t want to prolong this one moment longer. I don’t want her to give away every shred of her self-respect.
“Go back to your room, Lexa. I don’t understand Earth ways. I can’t play my games with an untouched.” I stalk to my restroom. “When I come out I want you gone.”
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Glossary
Ahnseek angel—guardian angel
BBW—Big Beautiful Woman
Cestus match—an ancient type of gladiatorial combat not fought to the death. Fought in the nude.
drack—the perfect all-purpose expletive. It’s a noun, it’s a verb, it’s an adjective.
Fairea (Fair-ee-uh)
FFS—For fuck’s sake
SSDD—Same Shit Different Day
Swipe Left—a term from a dating application where you swipe right if interested, swipe left if not
Who’s Who
Initially paired in cells together by their captors:
Dahlia and Dax (almost seven feet tall, described as looking like a Neanderthal)
Grace and Shadow (prosthetic left eye and arm)
Shadow’s now with Petra
Grace is with Tyree who was little & sexless until his recent transformation
Anya and Zar (feline humanoid with mane and tail)
Zoey and Steele (silver skin)
Savannah and Theos (Norse-god looking with white hair and light skin)
Maddie and Stryker (scarred face)
Brianna and Axxios (gold skin)
Callista and Aries
Heather and Savage
Rileigh and Doctore
(trainer in the ludus, ebony skin, which is pebbled on shoulder and pec)
Nova and Dr. Drayke sun Omrun are now mated (he has blue skin)
Copyright
Axxios and Braxxus: Book Six in the Galaxy Gladiators Series (BBW/Mengage) by Alana Khan
P.O. Box 18393, Golden, Co 80402
www.alanakhan.com
© 2019 Alana Kahn
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