Slowly, she unfolded and swung her knees apart. As Bisma had told to do, she drew up her feet until they reached her bottom. Her knees shook as they spread, unsupported and outward.
“Good girl,” he said, folding his arms across his chest. “Calm yourself. Breathe deeply and then that shaking will stop.”
She inhaled and released a slow exhale. It helped. Her legs no longer felt like jelly fresh out of the mold.
“Now I’m going to inspect you, Zara. You have something unique and I wish to behold it. Touch it. You know what that is?”
She nodded. “My clit,” she whispered.
Vendu women had no external clitoris. She closed her eyes and held her breath.
“No, Zara. You will watch me with your eyes open. You’ll come to appreciate seeing me because you won’t always be given that privilege.”
Her eyes sprang open. Not see him? When and for what purpose? She swallowed a hard lump in her throat and watched him kneel by the side of the bed.
He reached between her legs with finger and thumb and touched each side of her folds. With a surprising gentleness he drew them apart and exposed her pussy.
“You’re wet,” he said softly, leaning toward her.
Wet! She couldn’t be. How could she be that aroused?
“Just a little,” he clarified. “We can work on that.”
He slid his fingers toward the apex of her mound and stroked down, so he could feel the new smoothness created by Bisma’s careful shaving. She inhaled sharply. Such a tender, almost sweet touch. Butterflies stormed in her belly.
“Now, this,” he said. The tip of his finger lifted aside the clitoral hood. A zap of pleasure shot out from where he was touching.
“Remarkable. So sensitive. So responsive.” He leaned closer again and blew on it.
The cool air bloomed over her clit and she jerked, not with displeasure, but sheer delight. The wisp of his breath electrified her. She wanted him to do it again. And again.
He chuckled. “This I will come to know well, starting today. I promised you a reward, did I not, Zara? A reward for sucking my cock like a good prisoner. I want to you to appreciate I can be a kind master if you obey me.” He circled her nub with his finger, round and round, and each time he completed a circle, he blew on her clit.
Zara’s legs were wobbling once more. She couldn’t help it. “Oh, sir,” she panted.
His head was now between her thighs and he looped his arms around them, preventing them from knocking together. His grip was firm and she could do nothing to stop him holding them apart.
The tip of his tongue replaced his finger and he fluttered it over her clitoris. Just like his warm breath, his tongue was moist and delicate. Zara squirmed and twisted her hips. It wasn’t right to like this. It couldn’t be right. Galen was an alien, a member of a brutish warrior race, and yet, he was about to send her spiraling into an orgasm.
She gripped the chains and clung onto them as he exercised not only his tongue, but his lips and the entirety of his mouth. He continued to target her fragile clit, then he lashed her slit with his tongue before dipping into her pussy. When he sucked on her nub, she gasped.
Galen rested the upper half of his body on the bed. Somehow, he managed to position himself between her legs, hooked them over his shoulders and held her there with his arms. She saw the way his head bobbed as he teased her. Occasionally, he stretched out his hand and touched her breasts. The extra touch, especially when he rolled his fingertips over her hard nipples, was a divine accompaniment to his oral pleasuring. He waxed and waned with his efforts, drawing out her arousal. However, he was relentless in his pursuit of her orgasm. Any minute, she would succumb to it.
“I need to come… I have to…” She held her breath. Words failed her as her climax spasmed uncontrollably.
He sucked her through it, refusing to let it ease away gently. For a few seconds he was harsh, ensuring his mouth remained clamped onto her clitoris while his tongue tormented it with repetitive dabs and prods. Throughout, the little organ transmitted the most glorious signals across every inch of her body. It had to be the best orgasm she’d ever had. That was worth the indignity of sucking his cock on the floor of his office. It might even cover the cost of a spanking.
“Yes,” she sighed as the last ebb of the orgasm drifted away.
“Yes,” he concurred with a firm voice. “Now, it is my turn.”
She stiffened. The delightful orgasm was gone in a flash and in its place was dread. What was he going to do to her?
She knocked her knees together and twisted her lower half onto its side.
Galen took her ankles and flipped her over onto her belly. The chains rattled as he adjusted them around her wrists.
He placed his large palms over her ass cheeks and squeezed. She winced.