At least that fucking bastard The Beast was gone, Stone thought. Just being around the murderous asshole made him want to go into Rage—especially when he got anywhere near Cassandra or made remarks about her “juicy” ass.
If I ever get him alone he’s going to pay, Stone promised himself. There should definitely be time to extract some justice for all the horrible things The Beast had done to helpless females on the way back to Earth.
“Did you hear me, Stone? I said this script has me flogging you!”
His partner’s distraught voice brought Stone out of his revenge fantasies and back to reality.
“So?” he asked mildly.
“So? Look at this!” Cassandra pointed at the transparent sheet with words scrolling across it. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
Stone smiled at her.
“Cassandra,” he said gently, putting one hand over her much smaller, softer one. “I am not worried in the least about you hurting me, no matter how hard you flog me.”
She frowned.
“Are you saying I’m not strong enough to hurt you?”
“I’m saying you’re not big enough,” Stone said mildly. “Which is not your fault. You are a human female—it is your nature to be tiny.”
“Tiny,” she snorted and shook her head. “That’s the last word I’d use to describe myself.”
“Well, you are tiny to me,” Stone told her. “Now what happens next in our script?”
“It says here, ‘the slave breaks free of his bonds,’” Cassandra murmured, reading on. “And then he…oh my!” Her eyes went wide.
“He what?” Stone took the script from her and scanned it quickly himself. “Hmmm…” He looked up at his partner. “It seems I turn the tables on you, in a manner of speaking, Mistress.” He read the stage direction aloud, though in a low voice. “The slave ties his Mistress to the flogging frame and tells her he will show her how it feels to be helpless.”
“What does that mean exactly?” Cassandra was nibbling her lush lower lip, which made Stone wish all over again that she would let him kiss her. Gods, how he wanted to taste her sweet mouth! Almost as much as he wanted to taste her pussy.
He tried to push the erotic thoughts aside and concentrate on the script.
“At least we don’t have many lines to memorize,” he pointed out. “Gozeriam seems to expect us to ad-lib our own dialog.”
“Makes you wonder what he sat up all night doing,” Cassandra muttered, scanning the running lines of print. “Probably wanking off to the idea of the body-slave turning the tables on his Mistress.”
“Wanking off?” Stone asked, frowning.
“You know—jerking off…stroking the snake…masturbating,” she said at last, clearly still seeing the frown on Stone’s face.
“Oh, of course.” He nodded. “So you think that Gozeriam, uh, ‘gets off’ on writing this kind of porn?” he tapped the script again.
“Sure seems like it,” Cassandra muttered. She frowned. “It looks like you’re going to be flogging me, too. So please go easy on me.”
“Of course,” Stone assured her. “I would never harm you, Cassandra.” He would rather die than hurt her in any way.
“Thank you, Stone.” His partner flashed him a smile and then read on. “Well, it seems like a pretty standard BDSM scenario so far.”
“It’s a good thing you took those classes you told me about,” Stone pointed out. “The knowledge you learned in them should be useful in this scenario, don’t you think?”
“Well, I…” Cassandra’s voice trailed off and her face went suddenly pale. “Oh,” she whispered. “Oh, no!”
“What? What is wrong?” Stone looked at the script again, wanting to see what had bothered her so much.
What he saw made his shaft harden at once.
“Gods,” he murmured hoarsely, reading over the script rapidly. It was his greatest fantasy come true.
But when he looked up at Cassandra, his partner looked tense and unhappy.
“What’s wrong?” Stone asked her, squeezing her hand anxiously. “Cassandra, why do you look as though you saw a non-living entity?”
“You mean why do I look like I saw a ghost?” She gave a jagged little laugh. “Maybe because I am not comfortable with the direction this script is heading. Look.” She pointed to the part Stone had just read. He read again, aloud. This time.
“The slave drops to his knees before his Mistress and…” He cleared his throat. “And punishes her with his tongue.” He looked up at his partner. “This bothers you?”
“Of course it bothers me.” She shifted in her seat anxiously. “I mean, doesn’t it bother you?”
“Cassandra…” Stone caught her eyes with his. “I have told you how I feel about tasting a female,” he murmured. “It will be my greatest pleasure to ‘punish you’ with my tongue.”
“Yes, but…” She bit her lip uncertainly. “I just…it’s very…very intimate, Stone.”
“As intimate as kissing?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. “I suppose in a way it is kissing,” he answered his own question. “Though I will be kissing your soft little pussy instead of your mouth.”