She sighed. He was there, buried to his hilt inside her. Now, he would fuck her, there would be no holding him back. He built gradually, beginning with slow strokes of his shaft from tip to balls, massaging her insides until they grew used to the feeling of his weighty presence.
When she moaned, signaling her pleasure, he picked up the pace. Rather than grip her waist, he shifted his hands to her shoulders and pinned her down. That should have freaked her out, but it didn’t. She loved the feeling of his strength and once again, the immense force of her shaking enveloped every muscle in her body.
Not satisfied with the desk, he slipped out of her. “Up. Stand against the window. Palms on it, legs apart.”
She needed his support as she took up the position. He grasped her hips and directed her to stick her bottom out, while at the same time she arched her back. Before her was the bright world of Tagra and the inhabitants of its arid land. With her propped against the force field, he continued to fuck her ass with no loss of vigor.
This was his power base and she was his girl. She understood his motivations and that it was an elixir to his passions to fuck her in sight of everyone without their knowledge.
Somehow, even though neither her vagina nor clitoris were directly involved, both of them craved release.
“I’m coming, please. I can’t!” she hollered.
He spoke with the same passion, “Yes, do so.”
The orgasm nearly crippled her. She clenched his cock, trying to keep it deep inside her as the spasms echoed throughout her body.
There was no way she could stay upright, not after that tremendous climax.
“Sorry,” she murmured and her knees caved in.
Chapter Seven
Marco drew her onto his lap and she clung onto him until her heartbeats calmed. Somehow—she wasn’t sure how it happened—they’d ended up on the floor with his back resting against the false glass. He stroked her arm and when she glanced up to his face, he was smiling with his eyes closed.
What a fuck that was; she never had such a passionate experience with any man before. Some had been good, attentive to her needs, but most had dipped in and out with little regard or showed any sign of truly understanding what ignited her desires.
What next? Over his shoulder was the penal colony and even from afar, she could see the soldiers marching through the buildings, rounding up suspects. Marco’s clampdown was in full swing and they seemed to be managing without him, but for how long?
She snuggled back down and rested her head on his chest.
“Stay up here,” he said softly. “I don’t want you down there.” He cleared his throat and opened his eyes. “I want you to be my jenjin.”
Jenjin? She didn’t recognize the word. Vendian was a language constructed by combining meaningful sounds. Jin was a feminine version of an object, and jen meant pleasure. She blinked as she conte
mplated how those words came together in a new one. She leaned away from his shoulder. The smile had gone and he looked pensive.
“Jenjin. Your… what? What exactly would I be to you?” she asked.
“You would be the source of all my happiness and pleasure. When I’m with you, I am whole. It is a great accolade to be such a woman to a man.” He cocked his head on one side. “What’s wrong? Why the sad face?”
She’d not realized she’d been frowning. “Oh, I’m delighted you think of me that way, but let’s be clear, you’re talking about sex, aren’t you?”
“Yes, naturally. It is nothing trivial. I don’t want any other prisoner as my jenjin—”
“Others? You can take several prisoners as your… jenjin?” She straightened her back as her aching muscles stiffened.
“If I chose. Everyone posted here has the right to pleasure. It is good for morale. I have chosen you.” He seemed proud of it and smiled again.
Freya slowly climbed to her feet, conscious of her nudity and his cum slipping down her thighs.
“Let me find you a towel.” He leapt to his feet with the energy she didn’t possess and disappeared into a side room. He returned with a cloth. Crouching down, he started to wipe down her legs.
She backed away. “I’ll do it,” she said. She’d spoken sharply, she hadn’t intended to sound so curt. “Thank you,” she added.
When she’d finished tidying herself, she picked up her clothes. “I’ll get dressed.”
“You won’t need those if you stay here. You’ll have finer things to wear, better food, and a comfortable bed to sleep in.”