...“I don’t think you know what you’re getting into, Cherry.” One quick pelvic thrust from him had her clit pulsing wildly and her stomach doing somersaults. While she groped for the words to form a coherent protest, he lowered his lips to the sensitive skin above her exposed collarbone and suckled.

“I kn-know I’ll have to pose as your possession in order to—”

“Not pose. You’ll become my possession, wholly and completely mine to do with as I please. That’s the only way the Braxan males will respect your boundaries. I’ll be heavily armed at all times, but I can’t guarantee you won’t have to fuck someone in trade. You have to be willing to do anything at any time. Do you understand, Cherry?” He punctuated his question by thrusting a hand down into the shallow panties she wore beneath her suit. His thumb parted her pubic hair and sought the now-rigid nub of flesh hidden there.

Her knees buckled when he found it.

“I won’t always be this gentle. I won’t always get you off. Most of the time, what I do to you will be for my pleasure alone.”

She hated herself for nodding, but she had no choice. The Braxan code of behavior was explicit and unyielding. To blend in, to stay safe, if such a thing were possible, she’d be required to submit to the male who owned her and at this moment, Damen Cantor did just that.

The steady pressure of his thumb circling her clit drove her insane. She let out a small, desperate sound and clenched her jaw to hold back a wanton moan.

“We’ll have to practice,” he whispered against her ear. “Starting now.”

Fast and wickedly efficient, he parted her suit all the way to her crotch and dragged the tight sleeves off her arms. Then he spun her to face the bulkhead. She had to raise her hands fast to keep from banging her head on the locker door.

Any objection to the rough treatment died unspoken when he pushed both her panties and her suit down to her knees and nudged her thighs apart.

Cool air rushed across her exposed sex, evaporating the moisture that had already gathered there. “Are you going to do it right here?” she asked, willing her voice steady despite the fact that she was seconds away from orgasm. The idea of submitting to him here before the open air lock where any dock hand or passing digger could wander by both reviled and excited her. How would she feel if someone watched Damen Cantor fucking her?

“No, I’m not.” In contrast to his words, he nudged her slit with one finger, dipped far enough within her to cause her inner muscles to spasm. “But you are.”

The words slid over her skin, along her spine and seemed to settle like a heaviness in her womb. He flattened one hand against her spine and pushed her forward so that her hips titled back. “Are you ready?”

She wanted to say no, wanted to tear herself out of his grasp and slap him for daring to take such liberties with a daughter of the house of Vargas. But she wanted him inside her more. “Yes…”

He plunged roughly, one finger to the hilt. Her hands clasped uselessly at the bulkhead, scraping the metal, and this time Lea did moan.

His invasion was quick and deliberate. Thrust after thrust, he fucked her first with one finger, then two. Each movement pressed her breasts against the bulkhead and she reveled in the contrast of the cold metal against her nipples and the heat of his hands on her ass.

“That’s good,” he purred. His voice melted her resolve and ravaged her ability to think clearly. “If you’re always this wet, we’ll have a much easier time of it.”

He grazed her G-spot and she cried out, slamming an open palm against the wall. If this is what he could do with his hands, what would his cock feel like?

He drew back for a moment and kissed her shoulder. The tingle of the gentle touch rocketed to her clit, and somewhere deep in her core a tremor began. “You’re no virgin, but you’re still tight. That’s good. You haven’t been used much.”

A hoarse laugh escaped her, ending in a whimper. “I have high standards.” She was close, so close to the edge.

Cantor squeezed her ass hard on the next thrust and the pleasure/pain brought her right to the precipice. “Prepare to lower them to rock bottom, Cherry. I’m the lowest form of life you’ll ever have between these creamy thighs, at least between now and the time we leave Ambrax.” That statement came with a final, deep thrust that had Lea gasping and arching into her orgasm. Her knees buckled with the force of it and every muscle in her body locked while her insides heaved and spasmed, alternately pulling and pushing at the two fingers that invaded her pussy. He moved in rhythm to her pulsing, prolonging the sweet agony of it until her panting subsided.

When he withdrew, she sagged against the bulkhead, certain she’d land on her ass if not for the support of his arms around her waist. He pulled her against him and held her upright. The beat of his heart against her naked back matched the tempo of her own. “That’s it. You’re finished now. Hold on, don’t fall.”

“It’s okay. I’m fine…” she mumbled reassurances even as she wobbled.