matching rug, shone through the open door.
“No, this is the room for the woman who will eventually be my wife. Only you can command my presence.” He pulled the gold cord once, then leaned forward and brushed his lips across hers.
Jacey stilled herself against his touch. The gentle pressure of Aidan’s lips on hers only reminded her of the tender way he had made love to her. Reaching up, she twined her arms around his neck and pressed closer to him. Her lips parted.
Aidan deepened the kiss. His tongue stroked along hers. With hands on her hips, he pulled her against him. Through the thin fabric of their gowns, the length of his hard cock pressed against her, and Jacey clenched her hands at the back of his neck.
Heat filled her. Aidan might be an alien, but he kissed like a god. The slide of his tongue against hers made her want him inside her. Her pussy grew damp with need.
She pulled her lips away and drew in a shaky breath. Standing on tiptoe, she kissed him again, this time demanding that he service her needs. Her hands slid over his shoulders, along the line of his back, until she could clench his ass.
Aidan’s moan reverberated through her body.
“Oh!”
A woman’s startled cry from behind them penetrated the haze of desire that filled Jacey’s mind. Reluctantly, she dragged her lips from his. Looking over Aidan’s shoulder, she saw a woman standing there. A light blue cloth was tied around her breasts, and she wore a loose, flowing skirt in the same sheer material.
Jacey stepped away from Aidan. He followed her gaze and turned to see the serving woman standing behind him. “Please bring Jacey the companion’s garments.”
With a brief nod, the woman scurried out the door.
Aidan stepped forward. He cupped her cheek with his hand. “I am sorry to have to leave so soon, but I should see if any business arose during my absence. I will hurry back.” He brushed his thumb across her kiss-bruised lips, then turned and left.
Jacey stood there, staring after Aidan as the serving woman entered again. She carried several garments over her arms, and, looking at them, Jacey found herself relieved that they weren’t the scarves worn by most of the staff.
“Your clothing, my lady,” the woman said as she carried them into the bedroom. She emerged moments later. “Do you need further assistance?”
“No, thank you,” Jacey replied as she accepted clothing from the servant.
The woman gave a hasty bow, then left.
Jacey walked into the bedroom, marveling at the opulent furnishings around her. A large four-poster bed dominated the room. A dresser sat off to one side, and next to it a vanity table complete with a mirror. She glimpsed the bathroom, a pink marble confection with a tub big enough in which to swim, through the open door. Her clothes hung in a closet, and she walked over to stand at the rainbow of jewel-toned dresses. Reaching out, she caressed the soft fabric with her fingers. The idea of having this slide over her skin sent shivers down her spine.
She chose a midnight-blue gown, thankful to see that while it caressed her body like a lover, it was far more modest than the clothing worn by the servants. She saw no shoes, but on the vanity sat a small pile of jewelry. She chose a silver toe ring and an array of silver bracelets. Staring at herself in the mirror, she could hardly believe she was the same person that had run off the road just a few days ago. I look like a princess, she thought, and then chastised herself for her foolishness. She should be thinking about getting back to Earth, except she wanted to give BelaZed—give Aidan—a chance.
The palace beckoned with its marble floors and beautiful tapestries. She wanted to see every inch of her prison, for although its bars might be gilded, as far as she was concerned it was a cage. Smoothing the fabric over her hips, she slipped her feet into soft house shoes before leaving her room.
Jacey made special note of the tapestry on the wall
“No, this is the room for the woman who will eventually be my wife. Only you can command my presence.” He pulled the gold cord once, then leaned forward and brushed his lips across hers.
Jacey stilled herself against his touch. The gentle pressure of Aidan’s lips on hers only reminded her of the tender way he had made love to her. Reaching up, she twined her arms around his neck and pressed closer to him. Her lips parted.
Aidan deepened the kiss. His tongue stroked along hers. With hands on her hips, he pulled her against him. Through the thin fabric of their gowns, the length of his hard cock pressed against her, and Jacey clenched her hands at the back of his neck.
Heat filled her. Aidan might be an alien, but he kissed like a god. The slide of his tongue against hers made her want him inside her. Her pussy grew damp with need.
She pulled her lips away and drew in a shaky breath. Standing on tiptoe, she kissed him again, this time demanding that he service her needs. Her hands slid over his shoulders, along the line of his back, until she could clench his ass.
Aidan’s moan reverberated through her body.
“Oh!”
A woman’s startled cry from behind them penetrated the haze of desire that filled Jacey’s mind. Reluctantly, she dragged her lips from his. Looking over Aidan’s shoulder, she saw a woman standing there. A light blue cloth was tied around her breasts, and she wore a loose, flowing skirt in the same sheer material.
Jacey stepped away from Aidan. He followed her gaze and turned to see the serving woman standing behind him. “Please bring Jacey the companion’s garments.”
With a brief nod, the woman scurried out the door.
Aidan stepped forward. He cupped her cheek with his hand. “I am sorry to have to leave so soon, but I should see if any business arose during my absence. I will hurry back.” He brushed his thumb across her kiss-bruised lips, then turned and left.
Jacey stood there, staring after Aidan as the serving woman entered again. She carried several garments over her arms, and, looking at them, Jacey found herself relieved that they weren’t the scarves worn by most of the staff.
“Your clothing, my lady,” the woman said as she carried them into the bedroom. She emerged moments later. “Do you need further assistance?”
“No, thank you,” Jacey replied as she accepted clothing from the servant.
The woman gave a hasty bow, then left.
Jacey walked into the bedroom, marveling at the opulent furnishings around her. A large four-poster bed dominated the room. A dresser sat off to one side, and next to it a vanity table complete with a mirror. She glimpsed the bathroom, a pink marble confection with a tub big enough in which to swim, through the open door. Her clothes hung in a closet, and she walked over to stand at the rainbow of jewel-toned dresses. Reaching out, she caressed the soft fabric with her fingers. The idea of having this slide over her skin sent shivers down her spine.
She chose a midnight-blue gown, thankful to see that while it caressed her body like a lover, it was far more modest than the clothing worn by the servants. She saw no shoes, but on the vanity sat a small pile of jewelry. She chose a silver toe ring and an array of silver bracelets. Staring at herself in the mirror, she could hardly believe she was the same person that had run off the road just a few days ago. I look like a princess, she thought, and then chastised herself for her foolishness. She should be thinking about getting back to Earth, except she wanted to give BelaZed—give Aidan—a chance.
The palace beckoned with its marble floors and beautiful tapestries. She wanted to see every inch of her prison, for although its bars might be gilded, as far as she was concerned it was a cage. Smoothing the fabric over her hips, she slipped her feet into soft house shoes before leaving her room.
Jacey made special note of the tapestry on the wall
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