by Joanna Wylde
“New identities?” she asked. “I don’t think I understand.”
“You can buy anything on Discovery Station for the right price,” Jess said lightly. He turned from her, walking across the room to sit down in a chair. “We’ve already got the paperwork. We’ll go in tomorrow for the surgery.”
“Surgery?” she asked, feeling the blood drain from her face.
“I need surgery to change my finger and retinal prints,” Jess said, smiling. “Don’t worry, it won’t take long. The DNA patch is just an injection. They’ll test you, too, to see if you’re in any databases. I’m betting you won’t need any surgery; I doubt the Pilgrims bothered to register you with anyone.”
“That’s a relief,” she said, shivering.
“I’ll get Calla tonight,” Jess added. “She’ll need the surgery, too. I did some checking around. Jenner, the bitch who used to own me and who still owns Calla, seems to have left the station, and the Saurellians have commandeered her business. I’m hoping this will make rescuing Calla easier.”
“If it’s so easy to get a slave away from here, why didn’t you escape a long time ago?” Bethany asked worriedly. “I don’t understand.”
“There are two reasons I didn’t escape before,” Jess said, his face growing shadowed. “Calla was too afraid, for one. And I didn’t have any money. Between selling the ore and selling the ship I’ve got plenty now. More than I’d ever dreamed.”
“Didn’t you have to buy a new ship, though?”
“Yes, but it was relatively cheap compared to the freighter,” Jess said. “Everyone here is looking for big ships. Getting something small was easy enough.”
“I see,” she said, not understanding him at all. Things were moving too quickly for her.
“Aren’t you going to put on the dress?” he asked after a brief pause. “I thought I might take you out for dinner.”
“Out for dinner?” she asked. What was he talking about?
“Yes, out,” he replied, laughing. “They have businesses here called restaurants, where they provide food for a price. This way we don’t have to worry about cooking.”
“This is a wonderful place,” she said, eyes growing wide. “Is there anything that they don’t do for you here?”
“As long as you have money, you’ll get whatever you want,” Jess replied with a smile. “Anything.”
Chapter Twelve
Jess had certainly been right about that, Bethany thought, her head swimming. She had just finished her third glass of something he called wine. It had taken her a while to figure out it was alcoholic, because it didn’t have the harsh bite that bakrah did. This stuff was definitely going to her head. She swayed in her seat, reaching out with one finger to wipe the last of the sauce off her plate. It was rich and meaty, and so spicy that it made her ears burn. She could actually feel the hot blood rushing through them, and giggled. Jess shot her a look across the table, and she stuck her tongue out at him. He needed to relax more, she thought, taking another deep drink of the wine.
It was the best meal she’d ever had, even though Jess wasn’t letting her eat as much as she wanted. He kept insisting she was going to make herself sick. At that moment she hardly cared. Getting sick would be a small price to pay for food as good as this.
They sat in a small, dimly lit restaurant. All around them were other couples, laughing and talking softly. They all seemed happy, as if they were having a wonderful time. Music played in the background, creating a low, pulsing noise that made Bethany feel like swaying in her seat. There was something about this place that was amazing, and so relaxing she didn’t even feel strange about the crazy clothing she wore any longer. Jess had been right; most of the other women were wearing jumpsuits. She might not be fully covered by the clinging fabric, but she was far more covered than the women around her.
Their waiter brought them a small bowl of something cold and sweet. There were two spoons in it, and Bethany gave a squeal of delight as she tasted it. It was the best thing she’d ever eaten. She could hear Jess laughing at her, but she didn’t care. She just ate spoonful after sweet spoonful, letting each melt in her mouth and moaning with pleasure. When they were done, she stuck her finger in, scooping out the last traces.
Jess stood, and reached out to take her arm.
“I think we should head back to the hostel,” he said, dark blue eyes glowing. She shivered, enjoying the way he looked at her. He was dark, intense, and his eyes burned with lust. He wanted her and it made her feel powerful. This incredible man, the one all the women were looking at, wanted her. The slave revolt really was the best thing that had ever happened in her life.
Together they walked out of the restaurant into the spaceport’s main thoroughfare. Even though it was late in the cycle, the place was filled with men and women laughing and drinking. Several men looked at her in ways that made her blush, and more than one woman smiled an invitation at Jess. She craned her head, wondering in that Mary was around anywhere. She was so busy looking that she stumbled, although Jess caught her easily enough. She blinked, surprised by how unsteady she felt. Just walking was confusing; which way was their hostel, anyway?
She lurched away from Jess as something caught her eye. There was a woman in the air above one of the doorways, writhing naked with some kind of creature wrapped around her. What was it? Bethany stopped, cocking her head and staring in wonder. Jess tugged at her arm, but she refused to move. What was that thing? And what was the woman doing with it?
Jess turned back, and laughed when he saw what she was looking at.
“How does that woman just hang up in the air like that?” Bethany whispered, completely confused.
“It’s a hologram,” Jess said. “It’s just a projection. The woman is actually inside on a stage. Or it may just be a recording.”
“What is she doing?”
“That’s a little harder to explain…” Jess said, a grin playing around the corners of his mouth. “It’s a sex show. Entertainment. People pay money to see others performing sexual acts.”
“I’ve never heard of anything that looks like that,” she replied. Someone jostled her, and she bumped against Jess. Mmm… He smelled good. She reached her arms around him and pulled him close.
“Have you ever seen one of these sex shows?” she asked. She could feel his muscles tighten beneath her fingers, and his cock hardened against her body. His eyes grew smoky and his expression softened..
“Yes, I have been to a few of them,” he said.
“Can we go?” she asked. The look on his face made her laugh. He was clearly startled by her request.
“I don’t know that it’s a good idea, at least not tonight,” he said finally. “I’m going after Calla soon, and I don’t think this is the best way to get ready for that particularly task.”
She pulled at his arm, trying to get him to follow her into the show, but he stood firm.
“Bethany, we really need to go back to our room,” he said. She studied him, trying to gage if she had even a chance of changing his mind, but his expression remained the same. It wasn’t going to happen, she thought mournfully.
They walked back toward the hostel slowly, Jess holding her hand, and she soon forgot her disappointment. The port was amazing, filled with hundreds, thousands, of people. Some of them spoke languages she couldn’t understand, and all of a sudden a thought hit her.
“What language do I speak?” she asked. “I never realized that there was more than one. Is this a Pilgrim language?”
Jess started laughing.
“No, this is Basic,” he said. “As far as I know, Pilgrims don’t have their own language.”
“What is Basic?” she asked. “Is it the Imperial language?”
“Well, it’s the trade language,” he said. “On many worlds, it’s the primary language, and certainly the primary language on most space stations like this one. Almost everyone speaks Basic, although most people speak their own language, too.”
“Do you sp
eak more than one language?” she asked suddenly.
“Sort of,” he said. “I speak Basic and I also know slave sign.”
“What’s slave sign?”
“It’s a method of communication between slaves,” he said. “It allows us to talk with each other without being overheard. At least much of the time.”
“Do all slaves know it?”
“No,” he said quietly. “Generally only Imperial slaves. Men and women raised on slave farms, like myself. Sometimes those who are enslaved later in life learn, but not always.”
“You were raised on a slave farm?” she asked. “What is that?”
“You have a lot of questions tonight,” he said. “I’ll tell you about the slave farm some other time. I think we should try to enjoy ourselves now. I have work to do later.”
“What are you doing later?” she asked, her mind reeling. It was hard keeping things straight when you drank wine, she thought.
He burst out laughing. “You don’t listen very well, do you?”
“No,” she said pertly. She grinned at him, and he leaned over to kiss her on the mouth. The touch sent a tingle of sensation coursing through her and she leaned against him. He held her close and they stood there, frozen in time for a moment, before someone in the crowed jostled them.
“This is such an amazing place,” she said suddenly. “I didn’t realize that so many people could be all together like this at once. I can hardly believe it’s real.”
“It’s real all right,” he said. “And very interesting, but I think I’d like to go back to the hostel now.”
“Oh really?” she asked archly, rubbing against him. She could feel his arousal rising, and reveled in it. “Did you have any specific activity in mind for when we get there?”
“Many things,” he said, kissing her softly.
The touch of his lips against hers made her shiver, and she sighed. How wonderful it felt to be with him here, on this night, in this place. Who would have thought such a thing was possible?
Pulling her gently by the hands, Jess started moving towards the pod-shaped vehicle that would carry them across the port to their hostel. She allowed herself to simply enjoy the moment, the rough feeling of his hand in hers, the warmth of his body. It was so good to be with him, to not be worried about anything for once.
To not be afraid.
That’s what it was, she realized. For the first time in her life she wasn’t afraid. She was safe with Jess. Somehow she knew that, deep within herself. She knew it beyond a doubt. Jess would always protect her.
The shuttle pulled up before them and they stepped in. She allowed herself to settle beside him as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders. She was tired, just a bit sleepy, so she let her eyes close and simply luxuriated in the feel of him next to her. She could smell him. He was clean, but that slightly tangy, almost spicy scent she had come to associate with him was still there. It seemed as if there was a halo of energy surrounding them, walling them in and allowing them to build their own special little world. She imagined herself as a green, flickering flame. His energy was a red flame, strong and shot through with streaks of black and orange. Her green should have paled next to him, but instead lived within it, sheltered by the stronger energy of his body.
So perfect, as if they were created for each other.
She nodded, drowsily imagining their flames burning together, until the pod came to a stop. Then he was pulling her to her feet, and they stumbled out into the wide corridor. There were fewer people around them now. It was a good place to be, she thought. Going home. Not that the hostel was really their home. Maybe the new ship would feel like a home, she thought suddenly.
“How much did the new ship cost?” she asked suddenly curious. “How much money do we have left over? Will it be enough?”
“Oh, it will be enough,” Jess said quietly. “Between selling the ore and the ore carrier, we have more than enough to start a new life for ourselves. More than enough for Calla and Bragan, too.”
They were at their hostel now, all closed up for the night. Next to the door was a security box. Jess pulled a small card out of his pocket and stuck it in a slot in the door. It swished open, and he guided her through the door and down the silent hall to their room. Then he opened that door, and they walked inside. Bethany tripped lightly once more and Jess caught her.
He pulled her into his arms, and she went to him with a sigh. What was it about this man that gave her such pleasure? she wondered She wrapped her arms around his body, feeling the muscles under his skin tensing as her fingers danced across them.
“Kiss me,” she demanded, tilting her head up toward him.
Jess looked down at her, taken for a moment by the strange mix of her commanding tone with the soft blurring of her gaze. She was a little drunk from the wine, and more relaxed with him than he could ever remember her being.
How had he managed to find this woman? His life was suddenly all but perfect. He had Bethany, a ship, a future. Soon he would have his sister back, too, and together they would rescue Bragan. After that, who knew what wonderful things might happen. For the first time in his life he had a future, and the Goddess had even been gracious enough to give him someone to share it with. It was nothing short of a miracle.
Filled with a sense of wonder, he allowed his lips to take hers, marveling at their soft texture. He kissed her, lips closed, for several minutes. The soft warmth of her mouth against his was amazing—beautiful and exciting all at once. He could feel the blood rushing between his legs, feel his cock rising with anticipation. In a bit he would slide that hard part of himself into her body, and the delicious warmth and wetness of her would close around him. The friction of her folds would carry him to new heights, and the squeezing of her muscles would draw a climax out of him more stunning than any other he had experienced before meeting her.
How had he even imagined those earlier fleeting encounters to be true sex? They were nothing compared to this, simply the release of tension, a bodily function completed. This was so much more.
She pressed closer to him, and he could feel the soft mounds of her breasts against his chest. Her nipples slowly hardened as his own responded. She shifted her legs against his restlessly, and then her tongue stole out of her mouth, burning a path along his lips. He opened for her and their tongues met playfully. One of her hands stole down between them, cupping his erection lightly, and he shuddered.
He reached down and cupped both hands around her buttocks, lifting her easily into the air. She gasped, the motion pulling her head from his. Her hands clutched his shoulders for balance, and her legs wrapped tightly around his waist.
He carried her across the room to their bed. It was larger and far more comfortable than that on the ore hauler, almost decadent in comparison.
Jess had been dreaming about taking her on a bed like this one since the first time he’d seen it. Now he carried her toward it, wishing their clothes were already gone and that he could thrust into her immediately.
Bethany seemed to be feeling the same way. She rubbed her clit against the hard ridge of his cock through their clothing, straining at him for more stimulation. He laughed, and leaned over to settle her gently on the bed. She kept her hold on him, pulling him down with her. The move caught him off guard, and he fell down over her. She pulled him, rolling him across the bed until she was on top of him, leaning down against his chest and kissing him deeply. It took him off guard, although not in a bad way. He was simply amazed, and not for the first time, that the shy, quiet woman he had first met on the mining station had turned out to be so fiery. Even when he had first taken her from her people, she had seemed meek enough. He knew better now. She would be a formidable opponent if she ever turned on him.
The thought cooled him momentarily, then was gone as she kissed him again, pulling on his shirt. She wanted him naked, now. Her actions were clear. He wasn’t about to fight with her.
He reached down to the hem of her dress, pulling it up an
d over her head. It was hard at first, their arms kept tangling together as they tugged at the clothing. Then she slithered out of the silky pants she wore under the dress and he raised his hips to lower his own pants. The cool air hit his cock, but did nothing to dampen his arousal. He wanted to feel that slick warmth close him. He would never get enough of her. Never.
Now she was naked, with the warmth of her soft skin fluttering against his body in so many places he felt like he was dying. How could a man survive something like this, night after night? His heart was pounding, every nerve in his body singing. He could feel the pressure in his loins, building and growing impossibly stronger as she pushed against his erection. Then she moved to straddle him, and he could feel her heat. It was a tangible presence, all but touching him even though his aching cock was still inches from her opening. She lowered her body over his slowly and deliberately, her fingers catching and stopping his hand when he tried to pull her down more quickly. It was tortuous and beautiful all at once. He was going to die.
She sheathed him. For one glorious moment he was content, held within her pulsing body as she squeezed slowly and steadily. Their heartbeats seemed to meld, as if they shared a physical connection so strong that they truly were one creature at that moment. Then she squeezed him again, and he was filled with the need to move, to thrust into her deeply, repeating himself until she screamed and spasmed around him. But she wasn’t playing along.
Bethany raised her body and laughed as his hips pulled back from hers, pressing down into the bed. He needed more friction, more movement. It wasn’t enough to simply experience this teasing slowness. He had to feel more, had to have her flesh rubbing back and forth against his. Time to take control.
Without warning, he sat up and flipped her over beneath him. She squealed in protest, but he ignored her, grimly thrusting in and out of her. She was slick with need for him, and her grunts as he started pounding into her were more than enough evidence that she was enjoying it every bit as much as he. He wanted to go harder, deeper. He wanted to plant his seed in her. The thought of it turned his vision red, and he closed his eyes, focusing every bit of his energy on thrusting into her again and again.