continued as
though he hadn’t heard her.
“Forget about eating. The bounty isn’t about eating.” Zeta
brought Lisa’s image up on the viewscreen, the brown-haired, freckle-faced girl
the same age she had been when she’d been orphaned, the same lost expression in
her big brown eyes.
“ This is why I need to collect on your bounty.” She
jumped out of her seat and flung her hands at the image. “If I fail to earn
those credits, Lisa, along with one hundred and six other girls, will be
returned to the streets where we found them, forced to do anything to survive,
alone, easy prey for any predator.”
Zeta turned her back to Khan, staring at the far wall, unable
to face that future, to face her failure, to face him. “I won’t fail them. Tell
your brothers the plan has changed.”
“Come here, gerel .”
“Give me their contact information or you can contact them
yourself.” Hope blossomed inside her. “That might be more effective. They’ll
know you’re alive and—”
“Come here,” he boomed, his tone allowing for no refusal.
“I’m coming because I want to come,” she informed him as she
moved to his side. “You need me to access the system.” She stared at his square
chin.
“I don’t need to access the system.” His voice rolled over
her. “I’m not changing the plan and you aren’t failing those girls. You’re
collecting the bounty on me. That is the most feasible solution and you
know it.”
It is the most feasible solution. Zeta frowned,
unwilling to accept that fate. “I won’t—”
“No.” Khan grabbed her face with one big hand, his grip
harsh and painful and exciting. She raised her gaze, meeting his, and her pussy
moistened, his eyes black and unrelenting. “You will. No arguing and no talking.”
He whipped away the drying cloth, his cock hard. “Use that
mouth for something productive, little hunter. Suck on me.”
“Suck your own cock.” Her thighs trembled.
“On your knees,” Khan barked.
Zeta kneeled, responding instinctively to his voice, a female
submitting to a more dominant male. She glared up at him and his lips twitched,
his eyes glowing.
“Suck.” He grabbed her hair and pushed her face into his
lap. She opened her mouth, forced to take him, his cock head sliding past her
lips and over her tongue, filling her mouth.
Khan’s tip tickled the back of her throat and he stopped,
holding her down, his base remaining untouched. She wrapped her fingers around
his excess shaft and she sucked, her cheeks indenting around him, his scent
teasing her nostrils.
“Yes,” he groaned. “Suck me hard, gerel .” He spread
his legs wider, his right foot shackled to the chair. “Rut on me with that
filthy mouth of yours.” He pulled on her hair, raising her lips, pain shooting
over her scalp and down her spine.
She laved his shaft with her tongue and flicked his rim and
he pressed down once more, his fingers twisting in her curls. Khan guided her
up and down his shaft, Zeta obeying him, embracing her punishment, embracing
him.
I need this. She pursed her lips around his cock,
creating a tighter seal and more arousing friction. I need him. Zeta
shook, her pussy juices running down her thighs, wetting her flight suit, her
musk scenting the air. Oh stars. How I need him.
She palmed his balls and squeezed them gently. Khan inhaled
sharply, yanking on her hair, the sweet agony her reward. This time, it’ll
be different. Zeta dragged her fingernails over the sensitive skin between
his balls and asshole, and his feet kicked out, rattling his restraints.
I’ll protect him. She traced the vein running
underneath his shaft with her tongue, maintaining her suction. He won’t
leave me and he won’t die.
“So right,” Khan huffed, his chest heaving, his face
flushed. “You’re so right for me.” Zeta rode his thrusts, his rhythm fast and
hard. “Fierce and wet and hot.” His fingers tangled in her hair. “I want to
bond with your mouth.” His base
though he hadn’t heard her.
“Forget about eating. The bounty isn’t about eating.” Zeta
brought Lisa’s image up on the viewscreen, the brown-haired, freckle-faced girl
the same age she had been when she’d been orphaned, the same lost expression in
her big brown eyes.
“ This is why I need to collect on your bounty.” She
jumped out of her seat and flung her hands at the image. “If I fail to earn
those credits, Lisa, along with one hundred and six other girls, will be
returned to the streets where we found them, forced to do anything to survive,
alone, easy prey for any predator.”
Zeta turned her back to Khan, staring at the far wall, unable
to face that future, to face her failure, to face him. “I won’t fail them. Tell
your brothers the plan has changed.”
“Come here, gerel .”
“Give me their contact information or you can contact them
yourself.” Hope blossomed inside her. “That might be more effective. They’ll
know you’re alive and—”
“Come here,” he boomed, his tone allowing for no refusal.
“I’m coming because I want to come,” she informed him as she
moved to his side. “You need me to access the system.” She stared at his square
chin.
“I don’t need to access the system.” His voice rolled over
her. “I’m not changing the plan and you aren’t failing those girls. You’re
collecting the bounty on me. That is the most feasible solution and you
know it.”
It is the most feasible solution. Zeta frowned,
unwilling to accept that fate. “I won’t—”
“No.” Khan grabbed her face with one big hand, his grip
harsh and painful and exciting. She raised her gaze, meeting his, and her pussy
moistened, his eyes black and unrelenting. “You will. No arguing and no talking.”
He whipped away the drying cloth, his cock hard. “Use that
mouth for something productive, little hunter. Suck on me.”
“Suck your own cock.” Her thighs trembled.
“On your knees,” Khan barked.
Zeta kneeled, responding instinctively to his voice, a female
submitting to a more dominant male. She glared up at him and his lips twitched,
his eyes glowing.
“Suck.” He grabbed her hair and pushed her face into his
lap. She opened her mouth, forced to take him, his cock head sliding past her
lips and over her tongue, filling her mouth.
Khan’s tip tickled the back of her throat and he stopped,
holding her down, his base remaining untouched. She wrapped her fingers around
his excess shaft and she sucked, her cheeks indenting around him, his scent
teasing her nostrils.
“Yes,” he groaned. “Suck me hard, gerel .” He spread
his legs wider, his right foot shackled to the chair. “Rut on me with that
filthy mouth of yours.” He pulled on her hair, raising her lips, pain shooting
over her scalp and down her spine.
She laved his shaft with her tongue and flicked his rim and
he pressed down once more, his fingers twisting in her curls. Khan guided her
up and down his shaft, Zeta obeying him, embracing her punishment, embracing
him.
I need this. She pursed her lips around his cock,
creating a tighter seal and more arousing friction. I need him. Zeta
shook, her pussy juices running down her thighs, wetting her flight suit, her
musk scenting the air. Oh stars. How I need him.
She palmed his balls and squeezed them gently. Khan inhaled
sharply, yanking on her hair, the sweet agony her reward. This time, it’ll
be different. Zeta dragged her fingernails over the sensitive skin between
his balls and asshole, and his feet kicked out, rattling his restraints.
I’ll protect him. She traced the vein running
underneath his shaft with her tongue, maintaining her suction. He won’t
leave me and he won’t die.
“So right,” Khan huffed, his chest heaving, his face
flushed. “You’re so right for me.” Zeta rode his thrusts, his rhythm fast and
hard. “Fierce and wet and hot.” His fingers tangled in her hair. “I want to
bond with your mouth.” His base
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