Free All or Nothing by Belladonna Bordeaux Page B

hours every day landed in its compartment.
    “To you as well,” the cyborg said in its mechanically tinny voice.
    Ta’Sha smiled. If she had her way, tonight would be everything but gentle. Picking up her bag with all the goodies she’d acquired, she slung the straps over her shoulder. She headed for the door. “You can contact me on my private com-device should an angry patron require assistance from a sentient being.”
    Cyborg 2331 nodded.
    Having a discussion with you is about as good as talking to a bulkhead. It also provided her with job security which wasn’t a bad thing. Ill-suited for following in her maternal units footsteps of being a concubine, the spa had given her an option allotted very few females coming from the dark planet Trollia—that of being independent from their home planet.
    Ta’Sha strode out of the room and headed for the designated rendezvous point with Jadon. Tremors of desire tripped up her inner thighs to tickle her femininity. Her nipples turned to hard buds when she envisioned mating with him for more than a few brief stolen moments of passion.
    Walking to the freight elevator which rounded the exterior wall of the floating five-star hotel, she greeted Jadon with a smile. Her fingers itched to strip his clothes from his strong body and touch him, prove to him the Trollian’s reputation of being the best sexual partners in their quadrant of space was not an exaggeration or an understatement.
    “Ready?” His voice was like a caress.
    Goosebumps slipped up her arms. She quelled the urge to hug him tight. The deep-seated need to feel his arms around her took control of her psyche. “Yes,” she responded in a barely audible whisper. More than.
    “Do you know what I look forward to the most tonight?”
    A shiver shook down her spine. It wasn’t so much what he said but how he said it. “Unlimited cable vidis and an open bar.”
    His chuckle did amazing things to her blood pressure. “No. Fucking you until you scream my name.” He leveled his hand on the small of her back. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Surreptitiously, he slid his palm across her cloth-covered ass. “Me pounding into you until there is only the two of us, joined together, climaxing together.”
    “Have you been studying Trollian mating rituals?” This is bad. This is very bad. Is that what it means—taking the relationship to the next level. She wasn’t exactly sure.
    “With our schedules being opposite right now, I had to find something to occupy my free time.” His firm grip curled around her hip and pulled her inconspicuously back. Liquid heat gathered in her panties. “It’s quite interesting, Ta’Sha.” His fingers slid closer to her aching core. “I didn’t know it was so simple for your kind.”
    “You’ve never seen a Trollian female when they are at the height of their mating cycle. We can shoot off in seconds or it can take hours. The men of our species often find this difficult because they must then predict the female’s orgasm.”
    “Actually, I think it’s easy.” His warm breath tickled the sensitive shell of her ear.
    “Really?” He was either arrogant or a simpleton. Maybe he was both.
    “I command your orgasm.”
    “I beg your pardon.”
    “You can’t come until I tell you that you can.”
    She’d never heard of the likes. “What?” The question slipped from her lips. “I don’t know how you expect to achieve such a feat.” Considering this was unheard of on Trollia, she contemplated him taking absolute control of her. A fresh trickle of moisture moistened her pussy. The throb clenching her soft feminine walls turned to a driving pulse racing down from her core. For a split tic, she leaned her head against the strong wall of his chest before she recalled the camera planted in the corner of the freight elevator. Her head snapped back up.
    “I’ll show you once we enter the loft.”
    He sounded so certain of himself. Her mother’s voice chimed in her head .