Free Buying His Mate by Emily Tilton Page A

that felt like it would shake the life out of her as the shuttle picked up speed so rapidly that Gretchen’s shoulders were pressed back hard against the firm cushioning, until at last, with a sickening, unnatural motion, the front of the cabin tilted upward and they were shooting up into the sky?
    Mr. Lourcy had told the truth: out the window all Gretchen could see was sky, blue and then, very rapidly, purple, and finally black. Suddenly the engines stopped, along with the shaking and the rumbling, and instead of being pressed back into her seat, Gretchen felt strangely light. She looked across Mr. Lourcy to where Beth sat on the other side of Ms. Feld. To Gretchen’s surprise, Ms. Feld had her hand between Beth’s thighs, and seemed to whisper in her ear as the brown-haired girl gazed out the window. Beth’s chest heaved with quick breaths, and her skin seemed flushed.
    Mr. Lourcy said quietly, “Having a climax in low gravity is a special feeling.”
    Gretchen looked up at him. “Sir?” she asked.
    “Ms. Feld is making her new girl come. Would you like to come, my dear?”
    Now Gretchen saw that in the row behind Ms. Feld and Beth, one of the male elites had ordered his new girl to take his cock in her hands and stroke it tenderly. The dark-haired girl did it with a look of apprehension on her face, as if very anxious about whether she might be punished if she failed to please her master.
    She looked up again into Mr. Lourcy’s eyes. “I think you should come, Gretchen,” he said. “Spread your knees nice and wide, and I’m going to show you what a good girl gets.”
    Gretchen felt her eyes go wide as she realized her master must intend to do to her what Ms. Feld was doing to Beth.
    “You just look out that window, Gretchen,” Mr. Lourcy said, a note of command coming into his voice. He reached out his left hand, and Gretchen trembled as he laid it boldly on her lap. “Spread these legs for me.”
    Her master’s fingers pushed downward, and enforced his will. Gretchen gave a little gasp and a tiny whimper, and obeyed, feeling suddenly that the pleasure she had denied herself in the entertainment room would now befall her, and that though she thought perhaps she should mind it, she didn’t, really. Mr. Lourcy had spanked her, and he had put his cock in her mouth, but not roughly the way she saw some of the other elites doing.
    She looked out the window, into the blackness that she suddenly realized had a studding of stars so much brighter than she had ever seen the stars before that she gasped again, more because of the beauty of the sight even than because Mr. Lourcy had touched the place at the top of her pussy where all the pleasure seemed to lie. “Do you know what this part of you is called?” he asked softly in her ear, as he rubbed it gently in little circles, and the sight of outer space and the lovely feeling of her master’s fingers and the pleasant sound of his voice all blended into a pleasure beyond anything of which she had ever felt her body might be capable.
    “N-no, sir,” she whispered, knowing she should keep looking out the window at the stars, because he wanted her to see the beauty out there. At that moment, though, Gretchen could not feel the change in the shuttle’s direction in her body at all, the way she would feel it on Earth if someone had turned her to the side, the view in the window altered, and there, impossibly distant, was Earth, below them, like a disc of blue and green and white.
    “It’s called your clitoris, Gretchen. Or your clit.” He pushed on it, caressed it, even pinched it a little until Gretchen gave a whimpering cry. Then, “Come for me, now, you sweet girl,” Mr. Lourcy said, increasing the speed and the pressure of his fingers on her pussy, up and down, with a firm rub of her clitoris each time.
    The shuttle turned again, and now Gretchen could see Athena, hanging like a brilliant silvery wheel, there against a backdrop of stars, before another