“When Galen contacted me about his plans for you, Zara,” Marco interjected, “he wanted to ensure he was not pushing you beyond your limits. I was able to reassure him. Earthlings are resilient. And Freya is an example of that. She survived her sentence, just as you did yours. You are both a credit to your species. No alien has ever mated with a Vendu until Freya and I fell in love.”
Zara and Freya made eye contact. Freya winked. “Aren’t we hot? I’m a natural submissive, according to my lord. Of course, not all humans are submissive. I have to remind him of this. Some of our females might not take kindly to being told what to do. All this obedience is very demanding, don’t you find?”
Zara covered her mouth and hid her grin. It was proving to be a most insightful meeting, which was probably Galen’s intention. He wanted her to meet this special couple as an example. Seeing them together would give her the confidence she needed to succeed as Galen’s lover and mate.
Eager to ask more questions, she shifted forward on her seat. “So you still get in trouble?”
“Oh, my.” Freya fanned herself with her hand. “Constantly, except at the moment, I’m saved from physical chastisement due to my condition. It’s almost a blessing not to have him spank me. Sometimes, I wish he would, you know, because it makes me rather horny. He won’t though, the meanie.” The governor’s wife giggled and seemed unperturbed that she was showing insolence in front of both Marco and their guest, Galen.
Marco growled softly as he spoke. “I shall cherish you, my dear, but just you wait until your condition changes. You’ll be over my lap in a trice if you misbehave.”
“See?” Freya rolled her eyes to the painted ceiling of the regal salon.
Zara laughed this time.
After that revealing conversation, Marco and Galen spoke about the Empire and their responsibilities, while she and Freya played with the baby. Later, Freya invited her upstairs to the nursery.
Alone, it was easier to ask intimate questions and Freya was incredibly open and honest about her experiences. She described intense punishments, things that made her super submissive and obedient, and the lengthy sessions of indulgent sex, which she enjoyed prior to her pregnancy. She had no inhibitions, no shame. She’d even had sex in front of other people, she admitted. Spanked in publ
ic, too! Zara felt her cheeks flush hot.
“I don’t think I could do that. The humiliation…”
Freya patted her hand. “Then don’t. It’s very important to lay out the ground rules if you plan to stay with Galen. You’re not his slave or an object of amusement. You’re his lover. His everything. It might take some adjustment if he’s used to submission Vendu style, but if he loves you, Zara, he’ll do anything to keep you happy and at his side.”
Tobias was asleep in Freya’s arms. Carefully, she lifted him into his cot and covered his little form with a blanket. “Handsome, isn’t he?”
“Yes, very. He looks human. And Vendu. I can’t describe it.” He had the dark curls of Marco’s hair, but the paleness of Freya’s skin.
“I know. The doctors think he is remarkable. Proof of this incredible compatibility, even with our subtle physical differences.”
Zara felt her blush deepen again. “You mean our, you know, clits.”
Freya laughed softly, so not to wake the child. “I guess the judge likes to tease it?”
“Yes.” Zara ducked her eyes down. “A lot. I like it when he does.”
Freya took Zara’s hand and together they tiptoed out of the nursery.
* * *
The shuttle that took Zara and Galen back to New Ayers Rock was swift and smooth. It would cover the distance in a couple of hours. The vast expanse of land they flew over had once been desert and now it was a forest. She loved seeing the lush greenery in all its glory. Her confidence had blossomed in those few hours they spent with Freya and Marco. They had promised to meet again soon and celebrate their friendship.
She touched the back of Galen’s hand. He lifted her hand to his lips and kissed it.
“My sister’s health is improving. My parents are happy. I’m doing well at my studies and we’ve discussed my future career as a meteorologist. And I live in a very comfortable house with a big garden,” she reflected. “I’m very happy.”
“You’ve not mentioned the most important thing,” Galen said, drawing her across the seat onto his lap.
She smirked. “Oh, sir. What would that be?”
“Being my most obedient girl. We agreed, did we not, if you met my friends and they allayed your fears about our future, you would be mine? Are you mine?” He flicked away the hair from her eyes.
If his eyes could tell her what his heart felt, she was sure they were—they shone with the intensity of the sun. She needed no tattoos to see into his soul.
“Yes. Be mine, too?” she asked.
“Yes, I will,” he whispered. “Forever.”
The End