Corsairs - Straik (Corsair Brothers 3) - Page 70

Her warm hands grasp my cock, sending a jolt through my body, and I'm even more shocked when her tongue moves over my length. Seven keffing hells, she's cleaning me with her mouth. "Nothing to be embarrassed of," she whispers between licks. "I liked that. And I liked that I made you lose control."

When I lift my head, she smiles at me, and her pink tongue flashes against my cock, licking a ridge. A twinge of arousal shivers through me again, and I push it back. The last thing I need is to embarrass myself twice. "Don't—"

"Shut up," she tells me. "Unless you use your safe word, I'm going to keep doing this." And she licks me again.

With a wheeze, I lean back in the chair again, helpless to stop her. She's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, her mouth moving over my skin, her breasts brushing against my thighs as she presses against me. I shut up, because I'm not stupid. If Ruth wants to put her mouth all over me, I'll gladly let it happen a thousand times in a row.

No safe word needed.

Eventually, Ruth gets to her feet with a saucy wink and picks up a piece of clothing, holding it up to her body again. I tuck myself back into my trou and straighten my clothes, trying to recover. By the time she picks out what she wants, I'm mostly myself again. I suspect the shopkeeper knows what we were up to, as he's made himself scarce until it's time for me to pay. I'm not entirely surprised to see that Ruth has a few dresses and shoes picked out, but also a few sets of trou and human-sized tunics in the same black shade as mine. Clever brat. She knew I'd like the sight of her dressed like me. She gives me a defiant look as she dresses in a filmy gown and puts on a new pair of ridiculously small boots.

My heart pounds when she licks her lips and gives me a wink as she takes the parcels. Naughty human, indeed.

Dopekh arrives, and Kazex heads off for his leave. As he does, I pull him aside and tell him to pick up more of the sweets that Ruth loved at the cantina. I want to fill the ship with them, just so I can watch her lick her fingers with delight.

Then we have the rest of the evening to ourselves. I'm in no hurry to get back to the ship, so I take Ruth around Prefalon, showing her the sights. We stop at dozens of booths set up by vendors and scrappers of all kinds, and merely shop. She makes a face when we pass another cantina, this one with dancing females in the windows. And when we pass a brothel, her expression grows cold.

"I keep expecting the universe to be better than it is, and it keeps reminding me that it's not," she says as we walk away. "If I go in there, am I going to see humans? Slaves?"

"Probably not humans," I say. "They're too expensive for a place like that."

"But slaves," she echoes flatly. "Those will be in there."

I nod. "Slaves are common."

Ruth looks up at me, her face full of misery. "If I asked you to go in there and buy up all the slaves that aren't there by choice, would you?"

"Yes," I say. The answer is unhesitating. "If I do, though, know that we'll certainly catch the eye of the authorities by throwing that much in credits around, which means we'll burn this station as a safe place for us. In addition, we could be putting them in danger by taking them with us."

Ruth nods, thinking. She's silent for a long moment and then storms away. "Shit."

I know how she feels. I don't even correct her and tell her that a slave is supposed to walk behind me. Now's not the time. I just move to her side, put a hand on her shoulder, and wish I could take this misery from her. She paces away to the next booth, filled with necklaces made of strings of beads and tumbled stones. She fingers one, but I know she's not looking at it. Ruth has shown zero interest in jewelry all night. She's trying to hide how upset she is.

She studies the strand in her hands and then looks up at me. "Can we come back? When we're done?"

I nod.

"Thank you," she whispers, and moves to hug me. I don't correct her. It doesn't matter if slaves don't hug their masters. This one does, and I welcome it.

I stroke her hair as she huddles against me. For a moment, the rest of the grimy station fades away. My mother’s machinations fade away. There’s just Ruth, trembling and soft, pressing against my chest. Ruth, who not long ago, gave me a wicked smile and put her mouth all over my cock. I think I’d do anything for her at this point, but I only stroke her hair back from her face. “Do you want to go back? To the ship?”

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