Chosen by the Governor (24 page)

“Don’t change your mind about those things, please, sir. I don’t want you to make life harder for anyone but me.” She sat back and clasped her hands together.

“Lalita wants you removed from the Volta.”

Freya’s mouth hung open in a horrified gape. It would mean the end of her relationship with Marco. She couldn’t breathe and pressed her palm to her chest. “No,” she mumbled. “No, please.” Tears splashed down her cheeks and her head drooped.

“I said Lalita. Not me.” He crouched before her and tipped her chin up. “I refused to send you away. She wants you punished for breaking her precious protocols and I agreed. You deliberately evaded surveillance. And as for me, I saw you flatter a naive man with your guile. That is hard to forgive.”

He dropped his hand and rose.

She blinked, fighting with her angst. “I… I… want you to punish me. I don’t regret what I did for Gellis and Jophran. They’ve lived apart for three years without contact and even after all that time, they still love each other and live in hope of being together. I only wanted to establish he is down there and still feels the same. Then, I would have pleaded for you to find him work up here and they could see each other—”

“Enough, Freya. I get why you did it. It’s the how which displeases me.” He stood before the row of implements and she flinched when he touched the thickest rod.

What would he do to her?

A flash of understanding passed through her like a bolt of lightning. Whatever he wished.

She laid her hands on her thighs and straightened her back. The realization dawned on her that she desired his discipline and almost craved it. She would be held accountable for her actions and he would cleanse her.

“Sir, love is powerful. It makes me stronger. Strong enough to risk everything. I love Earth. I love you. I’ve discovered I’m capable of so much when filled with passion and if that means enduring a spanking for you, then I will.” She returned to her prostrate pose and raised her bottom higher.

“Oh, Freya,” he said. “I shall spank you, but not as Lalita described. I shall take you over my knee and put an end to this hurt between us, and you will feel my forgiveness. Lucca will be removed from his duties here, but I won’t punish him. He’s young, too young to be stationed in the Volta. As for Gellis and Jophran, I shall see what I can do to give them the chance to meet occasionally. You know I would have done that for you if you’d simply asked.”

Her lower lip trembled. “I know that now. I thought… when you said you loved me, that you didn’t really mean it like I do.”

He picked up a stool and sat on it. “I mean it exactly like you do.” He tapped his lap. “Come, Freya. You need this. I do too.”

She lay over his knees and supported her weight on her hands and toes. He hooked his fingers around her panties and lowered them, allowing them to drop down to her ankles. With her bottom bared, he looped his leg over hers and pinned her waist down with his left arm.

“No warm-up. No pauses. A long, hard spanking.”

She clenched her sex and sensed the leaking. It happened so easily when he spoke with authority.

“Yes, sir. I’m ready.”

With her head hanging down, the ends of her hair touching the floor, she braced herself.

He spanked from the outset with his steely palm flat and rigid. His hand bounced from one cheek to the other and the sound echoed around the room. She closed her eyes and gritted her teeth. It hurt. She’d forgotten how much it hurt. He’d not spanked her since the tent and that spanking had been relatively brief. This one wasn’t.

Teardrops hung off the end of her eyelashes and when she blinked they dropped to the floor.

“This will be the last time I will spank you for lying, for hiding things from me. Be good. Remember? It was the first thing I asked you to do for me.”

“Yes, sir.” She sniffed and jolted, absorbing the smacks that accompanied his words.

“So that is what you will be for me. Good. Obedient. Honest. Safe.” He punctuated his demands with sweeps of his arm and the forceful crack of his hand.

“Ooh, yes, sir,” she wailed. “I’m sorry. I truly am.”

“Now that that is cleared up, I’m going to keep spanking you. Why? Because this rosy ass is hot. Fucking hot.” He shifted and she felt his cock hardening beneath her hips.

He desired her like she did him. The relief was stupendous. The punishment was done. He interspersed his spanks with soothing rubs of her flaming buttocks. Releasing his grip, he removed his restraining leg and in doing so, allowed her to part her thighs.

Marco toyed with her. He switched between a flurry of smacks, then a teasing probe with his fingers. Using both hands, he slid his fingers inside her wet pussy, while the other sought out her clitoris and caressed it with his fingertips.

Every time she came close to coming, he withdrew his digits and spanked her again. She alternated between delightful pleasure and fiery pain. He swung her up, and for a moment she thought it was over. Instead, he kissed her cheek with a speedy peck, then tipped her face forward between his knees, tore off her panties and hitched her legs around his waist. Bent over, her bottom raised and her weight on her palms, she was treated to another spell of spanking and finger fucking.

Freya panted, unable to keep up with the switch in sensations. He twisted three fingers inside her pussy, rimming her anus with his thumb at the same time. She bucked and arched her back. Her saturated pussy was positioned right before his eyes and he parted her buttocks before poking her tight bottom hole in a duet with his other fingers buried deep in her pussy.

“Come,” he commanded. “I want you to keep coming while I take you from behind and fuck you.”

“Yes, sir,” she gasped.

Amid his vigorous agitation, she came with the kind of orgasm that expelled the air from her lungs. The contractions spiraled out from her belly and her toes curled.

Marco lifted her with ease and draped her over one of the spanking benches. He speared her as she continued to spasm and he groaned with delight as he occupied her.

“That feels so good,” he murmured.

He swiftly followed her orgasm with his own and he exploded deep inside her pussy, filling her with hot cum, which dripped down her thighs.

Easing out of her, he leaned over and kissed her back. Somewhere, out of her view, his beloved fire rabbit danced.

“I love you, Freya,” he said. “Love you.” He knocked his hard cock against her.

At some point, he must have carried her back to her room. She couldn’t quite remember when, was it after her third, fourth orgasm? He’d made use of the punishment room, but not as it was designed and his inventiveness had been exhilarating. She’d giggled a few times in the haze of lust, perhaps cracking a silly joke. He’d laughed too. Finally, he was grasping her sense of humor.

Chapter Sixteen

Freya flopped back on her bed. She was exhausted. The day had begun early with a meditation session followed by a spell in the gym, then a few lengths of the swimming pool. Lalita’s unyielding schedule dominated her day and left Freya little opportunity to work on her plans for the theater.

Marco had promised he would take her to visit the studio, once he returned from his first trip to Halos. He’d left that morning, anticipating he would be absent for at least ten Tagra days. Fortunately, the entry and exit points for the wormhole were situated close to both planets and he wouldn’t require the stasis tube.

Freya already missed him. He’d visited nearly every day since he’d spanked her, and on one occasion, he’d brought Jophran to meet Gellis. The maid tearfully greeted her lover in the atrium and the two spent a long time in private conversation. Freya had patted herself on the back. Regardless of the cost to her backside, the effort had been worth it. But she kept that spin on the outcome to herself—Marco wouldn’t see it quite the same way.

With one couple happily reunited, Freya fretted about her own situation—whether she’d any chance to salvage her fate. During his visit to Halos, Marco would further his attempts to uncover the truth behind her conviction. Part of her wanted Marco’s investigations to fail as it would mean staying near him. However, her sense of justice also meant she wanted to prove her innocence.

Settling her head on the soft pillow, she closed her eyes. Just a brief nap before lunch.

Suddenly, the door of her room swung open and she jolted out of her semi-consciousness. In strode Dr. Han and with him two guards. Freya scrambled to her feet and backed away from them.

“What do you want?” she demanded.

The ingratiating doctor smiled. “Why, you, naturally. Now that the governor has no need of you for a while, you’re free to come with me. I’ve been waiting for you, Freya.” He snapped his fingers at the guards. “Bring her.”

“Lalita—”

“Can do nothing. She has no means to prevent me.” The delight in his face was all too apparent.

Freya kicked at the first guard and sank her teeth into the arm of the second one. She wasn’t going to leave the Volta without a fight. The two men manhandled her toward the door, tearing her thin dress in the process.

“Get off me,” she screeched.

A sharp jab stung her neck. She twisted just in time to see Dr. Han remove the needle from her neck. The room became fuzzy and her legs wouldn’t move. He’d drugged her, the bastard. She opened her mouth to utter one last protest, but nothing came as she spun into darkness.

* * *

Waking up, she tried to turn over, but her limbs wouldn’t move. She licked her dry lips and opened her eyes. Above her head, bright lights dazzled and she saw only whiteness. To her horror, she realized she was bound naked to a bed with her legs and arms spread wide, each one cuffed to the four corners. Nausea swamped her already anxious system and her stomach heaved. She cursed and pulled on the bindings, desperate to escape.

“Ah, you’re awake.” The familiar voice of Dr. Han came from somewhere out of view. She lifted her head, trying to find him. The doctor was crouched before a cabinet and sorting through the contents. “I think I have everything I need.”

“What am I doing here?” She angled her head, trying to peer around the room and weigh the threats. She had to keep her cool.

“Don’t worry. You won’t be harmed. I’m sure the governor wants you back intact.” He strolled across the room with his paper-thin tablet, tapping the screen.

“He wouldn’t want me here at all. He will be furious,” she snarled.

“What can he do? And why would he care? You’re his jenjin—the prisoner whom he happens to fuck.” He lay the tablet down and perched on the edge of the bed. When he brushed aside a rogue lock of hair lying over her nose, she flinched and tossed her head about, knocking his fingers away. “Now, now,” he chided. “The only reason I’ve tied you down is because you’re not one for behaving.”

“Where is Dr. Curzon?” She hated being on her own with Dr. Han. Even though the other doctor had spanked her, he seemed to stick to the rules.

“Off duty.”

“The female medic? Shouldn’t she be here?”

He shrugged. “Working in the infirmary. All those poor women who demand her attention. My time has been greatly freed up since her arrival, your arrival, too, which has had an unfortunate impact on my work.”

He blamed Freya, she could tell by the sarcasm in his voice. She had the ear of the governor and he knew it. “What are you going to do to me?” she asked again.

“According to my research, humans are prone to allergies. My proposal is to determine if that includes contact with alien semen. Naturally, I will have to trial various samples—”

“Semen?” Her lips quivered and she wished she could snap her knees together. Lying in a state of vulnerability with no one to protect her, she dreaded what he was about to do.

“I’ve collected sufficient examples from many humanoids, Vendu included, and by mimicking the ejaculation into your vagina and rectum, I hope to determine if these allergies will impact your sexual compatibility with other species.”

She screwed her face up in disgust. “You’re going to impregnate me. Violate me!”

He rose and brushed out the creases in his tunic. “Such harsh descriptions. From what I remember, you need only have your clitoris stimulated and you will be sufficiently receptive. It might require several days of work, since you’ll need to be cleansed between each sample.”

“You bastard,” she shouted in English.

The rigid lines of his artificial smile smoothed out. “If necessary, I’ll drug you. There is no point in you being conscious if you intend to make trouble for me.”

Freya’s eyes widened. “Assault me while I sleep?”

“Study you while you rest would be my preferred explanation.” He clapped his hands together. “So, let’s begin. I shall set up the monitoring equipment, then…” He turned, muttering to himself as he picked up something from the nearby equipment trolley. “You remember this?” He held up the horrible clamp he’d wanted to use on her when they first met. Her heartbeats pummeled harder, nearly tearing a hole in her chest. “I can see that you do.” He grinned. “This will be how I will stimulate you. If you want to orgasm, I shall delight in watching you. The more information I collate, the better.”

“For whom?” she sneered.

She tried to tilt her pelvis away from him without success. He slapped his hand on her inner thigh and sting of his palm brought tears to the rims of her eyes. She closed them. Looking at Dr. Han made her retch with anger and humiliation.

The commotion outside the room was abrupt, swift, and involved many voices. She snapped her head around just as the collar of the doctor’s immaculate tunic was grabbed. Flung around, the man had no time to react as a fist met his chin and sent him flying backwards.

The fist belonged to Marco.

“Nobody touches my woman. Nobody,” he snarled, jabbing his finger at the sprawled Dr. Han.

Nursing his jawline, the doctor scrambled to his feet. “You will hear from the imperial…”

“Get out!” Marco roared.

Dr. Han hesitated. By the door waited two startled guards, their eyes widening as the governor’s fists clenched into tight balls. Freya guessed some power struggle was happening—who had the real authority?