Chapter 15

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

VYA

My keeper said something, patted my shoulder, then turned me.

I smiled up at him. However, my relaxed humor evaporated when he retreated a step. He was completely naked and, with a massive hand, reached between his legs and grabbed one of his two cocks.

Yes, two.

A really big one that hung long and straight between his legs.

And a marginally less big one above it that he clenched in his fist.

I hadn't yet recovered from the shock enough to panic when he moved his hand—more of a squeeze than a pump—and something flew from the end.

Dollops of shimmer shot from him, hitting me in rapid succession.

Torso, valley of the breasts, collarbone, chin.

Bam-bam-bam-bam.

He released his top shaft and started rubbing the not-cleanser into my skin.

I wheezed in one breath, then another, as I tried to think through what exactly he was rubbing into my skin. It couldn't be what it looked like. I sparkled. That was something that lotions and soaps did.

Back on Earth.

This wasn't Earth. This was his spaceship. And he obviously made the rules here.

And the shimmer cream.

I started shaking in earnest while he held me steady with one hand and used the other to smooth his cream onto my breasts. He worked like he usually did. Methodically unrushed, yet, not gropey.

However, it didn't feel the same. How could it? Now, I knew what he was doing to me. Wait. Did I? No, I didn't. What was he doing if he wasn't washing me?

While he worked, he spoke to me in his typical soothing way, but it wasn't calming me like it usually did. Each of my breaths came faster than the last until I was panting and light-headed in my panic. Which was probably why he skipped my folds and continued down my legs.

I tried to tell myself that he'd done this to me twice already, but it didn't help.

When he reached my toes, he stepped back and shot more not-cleanser at me, starting the process all over again. A repeat wash was new. So was the way he touched me. Instead of small rubbing circles on my shoulders, he kneaded them.

He was doing it again. Forcing without forcing. Doing what he needed to do to calm me down.

I set my head against his chest and readily let him have his way in this. My heart felt like it was trying to explode out of my chest.

After a minute, he nudged me away and turned me around before coaxing me to lean back against him. When I did, he massaged one arm then the other, lifting them and moving them to catch the light so I would see how I sparkled.

A hitched laugh escaped me.

Look at the pretty Vya sparkle.

If all he wanted to do was make me shiny, I could live with that. Was it weird? Hell yes. But he wasn't hurting me, and really, wasn't that all that mattered?

With my back pressed against his front, he shifted his hands to my breasts, kneading both of them at the same time. He was careful, not using the same pressure as he had for my shoulders and arms. And it felt amazingly good. Not sensual. Just good.

My breathing slowly returned to normal as he worked his way down. He plucked the ruby from my belly button and handed it to me. I gripped the reminder of his generosity and kindness and took a deep, cleansing breath as he again skipped my folds.

Everything is fine, I silently told myself. I'm not on Earth. I can't expect things to be the same. I'm fed and unhurt. Both were good. Really, really good.

Steam began to fill the room before he reached my feet a second time. I knew what was next and readily followed him to the bench.

This time, when I settled onto his lap, I felt his cocks. Plural. That shit was something I wasn't going to forget any time soon.

The heat and his gentle handling as he continued to rub the shine into my skin eventually soothed me. My head lolled back against his chest, and I breathed in the scent of him.

"You know what? This isn't the weirdest or worst thing to happen to me. That goes to the bathhouse." I tilted my head back to look up at him. "Thank you for rescuing me from there."

His ears flicked forward and back, showing me he was listening, but I wondered if he understood anything.

"If there's any chance you can take me home, I'd really like that. A lot."

He said something, gave my arms a final rub, and reached between us, nudging my hip off of his length a little.

"Sorry," I mumbled, keeping my head right where it was on his chest.

Withdrawing his hand, he nudged my knee with the knuckles of his loose fist. I was so relaxed my leg slid to the side before I could stop it. That was all the opening he needed to press his open, wet palm against my folds.

My eyes went wide as he started his small circular rubbing, coating me with what he'd shot into his hand, unnoticed by me.

I clutched the ruby in my hand and tried closing my legs. But he merely lifted and set me down so I was straddling his wide-spread legs while facing him.

"I don't like this," I said, struggling to slide off his lap.

He said a lot of words, all in that calm, measured voice of his, while his hands gripped my waist, making escape impossible.

Slowly, he reeled me in and nudged my head to his shoulder. However, he didn't nudge my hips closer to his. The healthy distance that still separated us was the only thing that kept me from spiraling into a panic again.

With my head bent and my breathing coming fast, I watched him reach between us and grab his first cock. He pointed it at my opening and spread his legs a little wider, thereby spreading me wider. Then he shot his sparkle-spunk, coating my folds, hit after hit.

Once I was dripping with it, he reached between us and rubbed it in with the flat of his hand. He didn't start in the center. Instead, he smoothed the not-cleanser into the crease of my thigh then slowly worked his way around my folds. The fear melted. The panic loosened its hold.

Something more dangerous took the place of both.

Anticipation.

One hand pressed against the small of my back, keeping my hips from pulling away. His other hand stayed between my legs, dancing around my core, creating a subtle ache.

My breathing didn't calm with the rest of me. It increased.

When he finally worked what remained into my inner folds, it felt good. Too good. If he would have played any longer, I might have ground against his palm when he skimmed it over my clit. Instead, I managed to hold still and not make a sound.

He seemed satisfied that I'd let him "wash" all of me and shifted me into the snuggle position I was used to. I cuddled in and tried to ignore the light throb he'd created between my legs.

Gradually, my racing pulse calmed, and he stood up. A line of light swept over us again and again while the steam retreated back into the small holes. It didn't take long to dry after that.

He gently stroked his fingers over my cheek before prying my fingers open and tucking the ruby back into my navel.

It was like he was making sure to give back the thing that had brought me joy since so much didn't bring me joy lately. And I appreciated that gesture. A lot.

After he'd tugged his pants on, he held out his hand. I took it willingly, far less freaked out, and let him lead me to the room with all the dispensers.

It should have felt good to use my legs. Instead, walking around on my own just made me feel more naked and vulnerable.

Rather than sit on the chair by myself, I watched him closely as he used the machines to produce water and oatmeal. Unfortunately, nothing looked familiar from the last time he'd done it.

When he had the cup full and the bowl waiting, he lifted me onto the narrow ledge of the counter.

"Can't I just stand and hold my own cup?" I asked, whining a bit.

He skimmed his hand over my knee, and I spread my legs to accommodate him. Soothing words rolled off his tongue, and he ran a hand over my arm like he was praising me.

I rolled my eyes at him and drank from the cup he held to my lips with his other hand. When the water dribbled down my chest, he wiped it into my skin with his palm. My nipple pebbled. He ran a finger over it once, then left it alone. I wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

After I finished with the water, he led me to the table, and I braced myself for another awkward feeding.