Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 41151 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 206(@200wpm)___ 165(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41151 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 206(@200wpm)___ 165(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
“That’s right. I can.”
“Shah!” She squeals my name as I take a seat at the bar and turn her over my knee. The worker uniforms are not attractive, but there is something cute about the way the skirt flies up to reveal the plain white underwear stretched tight over her curvy ass. My palm makes satisfying and much missed contact with her upturned cheeks, spanking her sassy butt.
I’m not mad at her. How could I be? But I’m also not going to let her get away with being a brat now she’s back in my care. Dreamy still needs to learn her place. Or maybe this is just a good excuse to hold her and see her ass and show everybody that she’s fucking mine.
There are cheers as I spank her, cheers interspersed with her cute little gasps and moans. She likes to be punished. Underneath all her sweetness, Dreamy is a bad girl who wants to be taught a lesson.
Within a dozen or so good, solid spanks, the gusset of her underwear is starting to show signs of getting damp. There’s a darker streak at the seam of her lips, and I know that the Colony hasn’t touched her sexual response to discipline. Maybe they find it useful to have workers who embrace punishment — I think It’s one of Dreamy’s natural little kinks, the part of her that is her true self.
Dreamy
Every time Shah’s big palm lands on my ass, jolting me against his big, hard thighs, and making me squirm the most tender, sensitive parts of myself against his rough muscles, I remember more.
I remember love, loss, betrayal. I remember adventure and danger, passion and intensity.
I’m also remembering things I never remembered before.
Things like the very first time Shah and I had sex. It wasn’t on his ship like I thought it was when I first woke up there to find myself in deep trouble with him. It was years before that, in the roof of the conjoined houses while we waited for the Colony patrols to pass below.
Seven years ago…
“So,” I whisper to the huge outlaw. “What’s it like being a criminal?”
He shrugs and looks at me with an expression that seems to indicate he’s surprised I have the nerve to ask that question.
“I’m joining the workforce tomorrow,” I tell him. “I’m going to be part of the team that makes the Colony strong. But you don’t care about the Colony.”
“No,” he says. “I don’t give a fuck. I’m going to get off this shit hole soon as I can and I’m going to make my own empire.”
“That’s not allowed.”
“Says who?” He looks at me, so fucking handsome and wild. I find myself drawn to him; drawn to the possibility he represents. Shah’s name has been whispered among the students for as long as I have been studying. The authorities want him dead. He refused to be coded, that’s the story they tell. Instead, he turned to a life of crime. “It’s always allowed to be free.”
“You’re scuttling about like a rat, though,” I point out, logically. “There’s not much freedom in this.”
He laughs at me, though it is not a nice laugh.
“I’m free in ways you don’t understand, Dreamy,” he says, pulling me close. I gasp, breathless, as his mouth descends on mine in a passionate kiss that drives all my self-righteous ideas out of my head and leaves me instead with a body full of chemicals reacting to him.
“You kissed me,” I exclaim, whispering. We cannot make too much noise. Someone might report us, and then I’ll never be a worker.
“I did,” he whispers back. “Because I could. That’s what my freedom is. Things I cannot do and things I can. I do whatever I can.”
“Whatever you can?”
“What do you wish you could do before you lose your will, Dreamy?”
“I don’t… I won’t. The training isn’t losing your will, it just makes it easier to do your job.”
They don’t tell us precisely what coding is, but we all know there’s a difference between a student and a worker. Students are just people. Workers are focused machines — and I mean that in the best way. I can’t wait to be part of something greater than myself, to put aside all the confusion that comes with trying to work out who I am, and just know what I am. At least, that’s what I thought I wanted. Right up until he kissed me.
He’s looking at me with triumph. He’s the big, bad criminal. And I am the helpless, innocent student at his mercy. That’s what he thinks. But then I reach out, grab his jacket, and I kiss him back. Two can play at this game of tease.
He growls and grabs me, this time his hands clasping my ass, pulling me hard against him. I feel the throbbing line of his manhood pressing against me through the fabric of his pants.