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let him off the platform. Then I heard the rapid retreat of footsteps and the closing of a door. We were alone, yet being observed.
    I raised my head off the table to stare at this new cage. Three solid walls and one made of glass. I would bet my last hour here that it was a one-way mirror. Science at its observant best.
    “What are we going to do?” I whimpered, turning to face my man.
    But it was too late. He knelt on the floor, where they had left him, his cock rising and throbbing with his every breath.
    “Give them a fucking show,” he growled.
    I gasped and shook my head, even as my body reacted to the sight of his.
    “They want to observe us, Sinopee. This is what your science does. So we are going to show the sexless band of love-starved bastards just what they are missing. Come to me!”
    I shook my head and tried to back away.
    “Come to me!”
    I whimpered, feeling my body clench and start to grow wet. The idea of being observed was starting to turn me on.
    Why shouldn’t we give them a show? Soon we would both be dead, so why should I deny myself this last chance to have Lust?
    “Come to me!”
    I took my first step toward him.

Chapter Seventeen
     
    As I drew close, Lust raised his hands up and wrapped them around my waist, burying his face against my stomach. I wrapped my bound hands around his head, tangling my fingers in his hair, holding him close to me. His breath wafted against the naked skin of my stomach.
    Silently, he rose to his feet, keeping my arms locked around his neck as he easily lifted my weight. He carried me as if I weighed less than a moment, less than a memory, over to the table that I had been strapped to.
    As he placed me on my back, he shot one look at that glass window, knowing their eyes were on us. Grasping my hands, he pulled my arms from around his neck, but held them over my head. Silently he looked into my eyes, his glance saying more than mere words ever could. Lowering his head, he closed those magnificent lavender eyes as his lips brushed against mine. There was tenderness in his touch, tenderness and love.
    I arched my body up against his automatically. It was like my body knew where it belonged. Sighing deeply, he pressed me against the table while using his thigh to spread my legs. Once settled on his knees between my thighs, he held my hands down with one hand while the other slowly began to explore my body.
    I knew that they were watching, and I felt a blush turn my face red, but the feel of his hand caressing my cheek, my neck, and trailing across my breasts made me disregard them as unimportant. I raised my knees, exposing my woman’s center to his touch, and he smiled at me.
    We both knew that it was a matter of trust for me to open myself for him while others were watching, but as his nearness increased my arousal, I found that I could deny him nothing. I made a mewling sound as his fingers trailed across my stomach, gently circling my navel before stopping just at the top of my mound. He looked over his shoulder, glared at the glass, then turned the fierce expression to me.
    He rose up as his hands spread my thighs wider. He looked down and leered. I knew the pearly drops of my essence already coated my flesh, and I only needed his touch to start that trip to the stars.
    His fingers, hard and blunt, invaded me, ran across my swollen lips, spread my moisture around. I cried out -- I couldn’t hold the sound in -- and arched into him.
    Taking this opportunity to reposition me, Lust pulled both of my legs high on his thighs, then his hands gripped my waist and pulled me into an upright position. My bound hands went over his head and around his neck as I tried to gain my balance. This new position placed his swollen cock right at the entrance to my womanhood. But instead of plunging home, he again lowered his face to mine.
    “I love you,” I whispered, my eyes staring intently into his.
    “I know, lover,” he whispered, placing gentle kisses on my eyelids, the