"Joanna Wylde - The Price of Pleasure" - читать интересную книгу автора (Wylde Joanna)

Something was building in her body; she needed more, had to have it because the
pressure was too much. Then it crashed through her, and she screamed out in shock and
pleasure. Her arms, unable to support her weight, collapsed, causing her upper body to
fall forward. Her hips remained high, held in the man’s strong hands as he continued to
pump his large cock into her. He moved faster and faster, squeezing her hips with his
hands almost to the point of pain as he shouted out his own pleasure. Calla could feel
the hot spurt of moisture deep within her body, then the weight of his spent body came
down on her, all but crushing her. His breath was hot against the back of her neck, arms
splayed on either side of her.
They lay there for a second, both struggling to regain their composure. Then the
door crashed open and Calla heard someone call out, “Seth, are you alright? I couldn’t
raise you on the com!”
“I’m fine,” the man said. He raised himself up on one elbow to look at whoever was
in the room with them, the fingers of one hand slipping beneath her body to absently toy
with her clit.
Little curls of pleasure at his touch coursed through her, and she shuddered lightly.
Then Calla realized with sudden horror that she was still naked to the waist, completely
exposed to both men. She started struggling upright but the man–Seth–was still fully
imbedded in her and far to heavy to shift.
“Did you check on the woman’s identity?” Seth asked, comfortable in front of his
subordinate despite his partial nudity.
Calla moaned, a combination of pleasure and embarrassment, as his fondling
continued.
“Yes, sir,” the young man said. “She’s a slave here. Apparently no one remembered
to tell her not to clean today.”
“Thank you,” Seth said. “You’re dismissed.”
The door closed and they were alone again. Calla wished she could sink into the
mattress and disappear forever, she was so embarrassed. Instead she said firmly,
“Please let me up now.”
“Of course,” he said, sounding far more relaxed than when he’d caught her entering
the room. His hand moved from her clit, and he pulled out of her. “I’d like to take a
closer look at you. I haven’t had a fuck like that in years.”
Calla fought to keep in a hysterical giggle. She hadn’t had a fuck like that in years,
either, but she was horrified with her situation. Not least of her worries was whether
Jenner would find out. The mistress had strong feelings about how unmarried women
should behave, and those feelings didn’t leave any room for encounters like this one.
Not even for slaves.
More than one woman had been sold to a brothel after being caught in bed with a
guest–and not a Guild-owned pleasure house, either. The last girl had been sold to a
pimp who worked out of a seedy bar near the space port. The poor thing had been dead
within a week. Jenner couldn’t find out about this no matter what it took, Calla thought
with conviction. She had to get out of here and pretend nothing had happened. She
needed to keep the commander quiet about the encounter, too.
Sitting up, Calla reluctantly faced the man whose seed was still warm in her body.
He sat next to her on the bed, trousers open and pulled slightly down. Her eyes strayed
down to his still-stiff cock, then quickly flew up to his face. His skin was slightly
dark-toned, and his shoulder-length hair was almost black. His eyes were black as well,
and they stared at her intently. He reached one finger out and gently pulled up her chin.
“You’re a cute one, Calla,” he said. “I may have to keep you for a while.”
There was no way Jenner would go for that, Calla realized, clamping down firmly