Joanna Wylde - The Price of Pleasure

Part I: The Station

Chapter 1

The House of Lilies was busy tonight.

Jax sat in a corner booth watching the activity around him. The large, dimly-lit room

was filled with his brothers-in-arms, Saurellian warriors enjoying the charms of the

newly conquered women of the mining station. The pleasure house, with its lush red

fabrics and gold accents, was a place designed to make a man forget his cares. Jax was

ready for that forgetfulness, the kind that only came in the arms of a beautiful woman.

He sighed with satisfaction, sitting back, sipping his drink and thinking about which one

of the many pleasure workers filling the room would be his that night.

It was good to be here. They had been fighting for months, beating the Emperor’s

troops back star sector by star sector. Their forces had taken almost a quarter of his vast

territory before a truce had been called. The Saurellians hadn’t started the fight, but by

the Goddess they’d finished it. Now Jax and his comrades had been assigned to this

remote system, babysitting the troublesome Discovery station. In Jax’s opinion,

“Discovery” was too optimistic a name for the grotty outpost.

There were millions of asteroids surrounding the small sun at the center of the

system, containing enough ore for a thousand ships; all of them had to pass by

Discovery station sooner or later. Losing the system had been a crippling blow to the

Empire’s economy, and there was little doubt that they’d try to re-take it if the peace

talks fell through. They’ll have to get through me first, Jax thought savagely. A scowl

momentarily marred his near-perfect, olive-toned face.

One of the waitresses at the table next to him caught his expression. He watched as

her eyes widened in surprise. She made a pretty, pouting little moue of concern with her

mouth. Never one to disappoint a lady, Jax flashed her a quick grin, then ran a hand

quickly through his tousled, black hair–the “nervous” gesture never failed to catch a

woman’s attention, something he’d learned early on.

The waitress smiled seductively at him in response, and started sauntering toward

him until Gelvar, another of Jax’s squad-mates, grabbed her from behind. She squealed

in pleasure, dropping her tray. With a growl, Gelvar buried his face in her neck and she

shrugged her shoulders helplessly at Jax.

He grinned back at her, more than willing to let her go to Gelvar. There were plenty

of women to go around; one was much like the next. He would never consider letting a

female get between him and his fellow warriors. Turning his attention back to the room

at large, Jax downed another shot of the pleasure house’s finest black market bakrah in

satisfaction.

His squadron was one of the toughest in the Saurellian armada. The Imperial forces

would not find them an easy target if they chose to return to the mining station. Until

then, it was time to relax and enjoy the pleasures of conquest.

A roar from the crowd roused Jax from his thoughts. One of his friends, Daaron, had

been lured up on to the circle-shaped stage that thrust into the center of the room, and

the warriors in the crowd were going crazy. A pleasure dancer dressed only in a filmy

sarong and matching band across her breasts had dropped to her knees in front of

Daaron, running a finger suggestively up and down the length of his bulging crotch.

Jax recognized her as a crowd-favorite from the night before, her shapely and

well-endowed body easy to remember. The thought of her performance then, complete

with three volunteers from the audience, was enough to make him shift in his seat

uncomfortably. His pants seemed far tighter than they had earlier...

“What should I do, boys?” the woman called out loudly, flashing a broad grin at the

audience. Their crude suggestions rang through the crowded club.

The men were feeling wild tonight, Jax thought.

Laughing, she responded by yelling, “Well, then, what’s it worth to you? I think I

need some motivation!”

Instantly credits started raining down on the stage. Another woman, naked except

for a series of strategically-placed leather straps, started walking around leisurely,

bending over at the waist to pick them up. Apparently the men liked the view she gave

them, because another shower of credits came flying toward her.

“I can see you men know what you want…” the dancer called to the rowdy crowd.

“Fortunately, I’m a woman who knows how to give a man what he wants!”

With that, she rose a little on her knees and used her teeth to slowly draw down the

fastening on Daaron’s pants. The crowd roared again, growing louder as she paused

dramatically. Then she pulled the zipper all the way down with a flourish, freeing the

warrior’s enormous cock from the imprisoning fabric.

It stood out straight from his body, the head flushed red with excitement. Reaching

out delicately with her tongue, the woman swirled it around the helmet-shaped tip. The

warrior gasped, reaching one hand down to grip the back of the dancer’s head.

Encouraged by Daaron’s grasp, the woman slowly drew him into her mouth, then

pulled back teasingly.

As Jax watched with interest from his seat, Daaron gave out a groan, and tried to

pull the woman’s mouth back over him. She resisted, however, standing up instead.

Music with a slow, pulsing beat began to sound.

“Darling, I think we can give them a better show than that,” she said, looking to the

crowd for approval. The answering shouts from the crowd agreed with her. Turning

away from the man, she rotated her hips, then slowly started pulling at the skimpy little

sarong she wore around her hips.

“Take it off!” rang out a voice, and the crowd went wild. She winked broadly at the

audience, then slipped the sarong off, kicking it into the audience.

As Jax and the other men watched, she slowly dropped to her knees, facing the

audience and turning her back to the aroused male standing behind her. Her large

breasts strained against the confines of the brief band holding them. The crowd urged

her on as she removed the band and flicked her hardened nipples with her fingers. Then

she glanced flirtatiously up at the man standing behind her, and rubbed the back of her

head sensuously against his aroused penis. Daaron gasped audibly at the sensation.

Slowly leaning over toward the audience, the woman placed both hands firmly on

the stage, thrusting her round bottom up at the warrior.

Daaron didn’t need to be asked twice. Kneeling down behind her, he grasped his

cock in one hand, rubbing up and down its length several times. Then he lined himself

up against the woman’s moist cunt, pressing against her.

She looked out at the crowd and licked her lips, pushing gently back against him.

“Let’s give ‘em a show they won’t forget,” she said over her shoulder.

Daaron grunted in agreement, then grasped her waist with both of his broad hands.

Holding tightly, he thrust into her. The sensation must have been intense, because her

gasp was loud enough for Jax to hear it all the way across the room.

The music rose in volume, and the crowd quieted as Daaron pulled almost all the

way out of the woman, then slammed his cock back into her. She gave another cry, and

Daaron started pumping in time with the music. The dancer’s ass slapped back against

him, and her breathing grew fast. Daaron and the warriors in the audience weren’t the

only ones enjoying the show, Jax noticed with amusement. The dancer looked like she

was going to explode at any minute.

The feel of a hand sliding along his leg distracted Jax from the stage. A woman slid

into the booth next to him. He recognized her–it was Dani, a pleasure-worker he’d been

with just the night before. She smiled at him, her bright blue eyes full of promises.

“Hey, Jax, back for another round?” she asked, purring softly in his ear. Her hand

reached his crotch, wrapping itself around the aroused length of his dick. He pushed

herself against her hand, enjoying the almost-painful pressure of her grip.

“What do you think?” he said, giving her a slow smile.

“Why am I not surprised?” Dani laughed. “You guys have only been here three

weeks, and I haven’t met one of you yet who isn’t always ready to go. It’s almost

inhuman.”

At least some of the locals weren’t afraid of them, Jax thought wryly. Dani and her

co-workers had been more than eager to welcome them to the station. The rest of the

inhabitants hadn’t been as happy to meet their new overlords.

“So,” Dani asked with a wicked smirk. “Why is it that you’re such a lusty crowd?

Even Imperial soldiers need a rest now and then, but not you guys.”

“It must be all the beautiful women here,” Jax said, looking over Dani’s lovely

features. She had a fair complexion, with white-blond hair and radiant blue eyes. He had

met many pleasure workers who tried to duplicate that coloring, but Dani’s was natural.

Dani laughed at his answer, enjoying the compliment. He was lying, of course. Her

clients always were, but she still liked to hear it. He hadn’t satisfied her curiosity,

though, and she wanted a real answer to her question. The Saurellians were definitely

wilder than any other group of men she’d met in her line of work. Their sheer stamina

had made her curious enough to press him further for a real answer.

“Seriously, what is it with you guys?” she asked again, running one finger around

the head of his penis. The combination of the stage show and her hand had hardened

him sufficiently that the entire length was outlined against the fabric. Slipping down the

fastener, she allowed his cock to slip free. It was thick and hard, just the way she liked it.

“Well,” Jax said, settling back in his seat under her ministrations, “If you really want

to know, we aren’t fully human, not like you, ummm–damn, that feels good. A little

harder there, please…”

Dani smiled at his request, then removed her hand. There was nothing she loved

more than a man squirming under her. “Go on, I want to hear what you were saying,”

she said encouragingly. Slipping one leg over his, she straddled Jax’s lap.

His eyes closed and his head dropped back against the seat. Reaching around her

waist with both arms, he attempted to pull her down on him on to his waiting erection.

“I want to hear what you were going to say,” Dani said playfully, teasing his

cock-head with the lips of her cunt. The poor man looked like he was going to have a

heart attack at any minute. “Now tell me,” she laughed. She relaxed her knees and slid

down on him hard, engulfing his entire length at once. He was huge! It felt like he was

thrust halfway to her throat. Dani took a second to savor the moment. The feeling was

fantastic!

“Hmmmmf,” Jax grunted.

“Now, you were saying?” Dani asked, playfully squeezing him with her inner

muscles.

Jax groaned in pleasure. “Um…I was saying that, uh, part of the reason we have

such strong sex drives is that we’re only truly satisfied with one of our own women. We

can fuck as many non-Saurellian women as we want, but the hunger never ends. We’ll

always want more. Nothing really stops the hunger.”

“What?” Dani asked, forgetting for a moment to continue her movements. It wasn’t

the answer she had expected, certainly not from a man who looked like he might

explode from pleasure at any minute. Then her professionalism kicked in, and she

started moving again.

“Well, if you can’t really be fully satisfied with us, why don’t you bring your own

women?” she asked. “In the Empire, legionnaires bring along their wives and families.

Why don’t you? Are your women too weak to fight with their men?”

“Hardly,” he said, lifting her by the waist with his powerful arms. He started

pumping her body more strongly against his, thrusting up into her flesh so hard it made

her gasp. “Our women are a force in and of themselves…ummmmfff…there simply

aren’t enough of them–to, umm–to go around. For every female child born, there are

three or four males. The lucky ones find mates. The rest of us…ohhhhh…make do.

Goddess, you feel good.”

“What do you mean, ‘make do’?”

“Well, most of us leave the home world,” Jax said somewhat breathlessly as her

body once again came to a rest on his. He tried thrusting against her again, but she was

too preoccupied with what he was telling her to respond. Her breasts, however, formed

an easy target directly before his face.

She wore only a brief halter and he pressed his mouth into her cleavage, laving the

soft flesh with his tongue. She gave him a little push away, and he could tell from the

look on her face that she wanted to hear the rest of his story. He contented himself with

reaching under the halter instead, searching for her ripe nipples. He found them, then

rolled one of the tight buds between his thumb and forefinger. Dani gasped slightly at

his ministrations, but she didn’t start moving against him again.

With a sigh, he continued his explanation, “We realize at a young age if we aren’t

one of the lucky ones to have a mate. We mate fairly young, so most of us ship out by

the time we’re 25 or so.”

“What did you do?” asked Dani, fascinated. He pressed her nipple again, and her

muscles tensed around him in response. Gasping in response, she grunted, “I mean,

how did you end up here?”

Jax squirmed restlessly against her and said, “I think that we could continue this

conversation at a later time. I’m feeling kind of distracted.”

“You know,” Dani said slyly, “For someone who can’t possibly be satisfied by a

human woman, you seem awfully willing to keep trying.” Her internal muscles

clenched him tightly and he gave an involuntary moan. The sound made her smile in

satisfaction.

“What can I say? I’m an optimist.” Jax said, grinning up at the beauty straddling

him. Dani wrapped both arms around his neck and pulled him forward to kiss her. His

penis pulsed within her, and she knew he was close to coming. Fortunately, it would

take more than just once or twice to tire him out. Jax had to be the best lover she’d ever

had, and she’d had quite a few.

“Let’s go up to my room,” Dani whispered in his ear.

Jax didn’t even bother to answer. He just picked her up and started across the

crowded room to the stairs without even bothering to pull out of her. As he’d told Dani

already, he was an optimist. A human woman might not be enough, but she was

certainly something. Like every unmated Saurellian male on the station, he’d take

everything he could get.

* * * * *

Their conquerors certainly were strange, Calla thought, carrying her basket of linens

through the hostel’s narrow upper corridor. For such rowdy men, most were remarkably

clean. They had taken over Mistress Jenner’s Hostel when the station surrendered nearly

a month ago, yet during that time she hardly saw them. They spent much of their time

patrolling the station shipping docks and manufacturing plants, or running

reconnaissance trips through the asteroid belts. At least one was always on guard at each

of the hostel’s entrances, but Calla had never dared to even really look at them, let alone

engage them in conversation. They were large, heavily-armed men who seemed to take

their work very seriously.

They also took their play seriously. During the evenings she could hear them in the

hallways, although her owner would never have let her out where she could watch

them. Mistress Jenner was something of a religious fanatic, a member of the strict

“Pilgrims of the Apocalypse.” The Saurellians’ carousing was disgusting to her, and she

would never dream of allowing even a slave such as Calla to become polluted by their

presence.

Calla made her way through each of the rooms, changing linens and straightening

what little there was to straighten. They had very few personal possessions, so she

hadn’t gleaned much information about them in her cleaning. Usually she was able to

tell a great deal about the guests by what they left in their rooms.

The final room, at the end of the hall, was actually a small suite. According to Jess,

her best friend and crèche-brother, the squadron’s commander was staying here.

Mistress Jenner seemed to hate him more than all the other Saurellians combined. Calla

had heard her blame the man for everything from the recent rise in food costs to the

timing of transport take-offs, which caused a shudder to run through the entire space

station. Last week, Jenner had spilled hot tea all over her hands during a rough launch.

According to Jenner, the commander was the most disgustingly licentious Saurellian

of them all. He even had pleasure workers spend the night with him at the hostel and

hosted parties in his suite, something which never would have happened if they weren’t

under martial law. Mistress Jenner wasn’t brave enough to stand up to their conquerors,

but there was no question as to what her opinion about them was.

She believed they were evil, pure and simple. Not that she had held a much higher

opinion of the Imperial troops, of course. As far as Calla could tell, the only people

Mistress Jenner actually liked were her fellow Pilgrims. Given the choice between

accepting Saurellian money or being turned out of her own home, however, Mistress

Jenner had opted to take the money.

When she reached the suite’s door, Calla didn’t bother to knock before placing her

hand against the palm plate to open it. There was never anyone there during the day,

anyway. As she walked in, she banged her basket on the door frame, dropping several

towels on the floor. Carefully balancing the large basket against her small, compact

frame, she knelt down, reaching for the towels.

The action was just enough to loosen the knot dark brown hair at her nape, and the

entire mass of unruly curls came off her head and down before her eyes. She fought with

it for a few seconds, then gave into the inevitable and set down the basket. She’d have to

braid it to get it out of the way now, she thought with disgust. She hated doing that,

because braids, combined with her youthful features and the smattering of freckles

across her nose, always made her look like a 12-year-old. Not that she had anybody to

impress, anyway, so it really didn’t matter she reminded herself wryly.

As she braided the long mass with swift fingers, she heard a sound come from the

other room. She froze in place, heart thumping. After a moment’s silence she laughed

nervously to herself, convinced she had imagined it. Perhaps the long hours were

getting to her...

Moving quickly and efficiently once her hair was out of the way, she set her basket

on a low table, picked out a set of linens and headed toward the bedroom. As she

opened the door a pair of strong arms grabbed her from behind, and she was pulled

back against a large, unyielding form. Calla tried to scream, but the noise was instantly

muffled by a hand that covered her face. Something sharp pricked her neck, and she

knew she was in big trouble.

“What are you doing here?” a deep voice whispered harshly in her ear. Calla tried

to answer, but her captor’s hand still covered her mouth. “I’ll let you speak, but if you

scream I’ll cut your throat. Don’t try to play games with me.”

“I-I-I’m C-C-Calla,” she said, stuttering slightly in fear. The blade pressed more

sharply against her neck. “I w-w-work here, I clean the rooms.”

The man’s hand and arm slipped lower, clasping her across her chest and effectively

pinning both her arms. His body was hard against her back, his arm a band of iron

trapping her. Even if he wasn’t holding a knife to her throat, there was no way she’d be

able to get away from him.

“I gave strict orders to Mistress Jenner not to have anyone come in here today. I’m

going to check your story out,” he said, arms not moving an inch. “If you’re lying, this is

the time to tell me. Otherwise I’ll kill you.”

“I’m not lying,” Calla whispered. She could scarcely breath, she was so frightened.

He would do it, he would actually kill her. She could tell from his voice that he was

serious.

The man keyed a small comset attached to his shoulder with his chin. “Tiernan, this

is Seth. I’ve caught a woman going through my room.” he said. “She claims to work for

the hostel. Her name is Calla. Can you confirm this for me?”

“Yes, sir,” Tiernan answered, his voice sounding tinny through the tiny speaker.

Calla assumed he was one of the men guarding the hostel’s entrances. He should be

able to confirm her identity, although he couldn’t go quickly enough for her comfort …

Until then, it was clear that the man had no intention of letting her go. His arms

remained inflexible as steel–there would be no escaping.

She could feel the entire length of his body against her back, solid as a wall. His

breathing was steady and sure, although every muscle was tense and ready for action.

Then she felt something pressing against the small of her back. With a shock, she

realized her captor was becoming aroused as he held her against his body. Fear swept

through her–if he wanted her, there was nothing to stop him. Mistress Jenner certainly

wouldn’t come to save her, even if orders hadn’t been given to stay out of the suite. Stay

calm, Calla told herself. This will pass if you just stay calm.

Seth’s erection was quite obvious now, jutting insistently against her. She tried to

edge her lower body away from him slightly, but his grip tightened instantly.

“I told you not to move,” he said in a menacing tone. His breath was coming a little

faster now. Holding the knife steady at her throat, he moved his hand from her upper

arm to slide slowly down her chest. It slowed at her breast, cupping her gently. Using

his thumb and finger, he plucked softly at her nipple, sending a whisper of sensation

through Calla’s body. It felt exquisite. There was something strangely sexy about being

held like this, she thought. The realization was simultaneously disgusting and

compelling.

After a few seconds, his hand left her breast to slide lower, stopping just below her

slightly rounded belly. Pressing with the palm of his hand, the man rubbed her body

gently against his cock. One finger reached down toward her clit, and even with the

layers of cloth between them Calla gasped slightly at the touch. She was afraid of him,

but excited, too. He still held a blade to her throat, and she didn’t doubt that he’d use it

if he needed too, but he was also attracted to her. He held most of the power in the

situation, but some small part of it was hers–he wanted her, Calla, the slave.

With a shock, she realized she wanted him, too. A tendril of sensation coiled

through her at his touch, and she could feel moisture gather between her legs. Without

pausing to consider the consequences of her actions, she relaxed against him slightly,

allowing her legs to shift restlessly. It surprised him, Calla could tell, because he

stopped breathing for a moment.

She watched as he moved the knife from her throat. He set it down on a small table

beside them before reaching back to her aching breast. He started rocking the aroused

length of his cock against her again, one hand massaging her breast while the other

focused attention between her legs. His large fingers moved back and forth, pushing the

rough fabric of her undergarments across her most sensitive spot. It felt so good it was

almost painful.

A pressure was building in her body, and while she was still far from coming, she

let out a little moan. She simply had to have more. Without thinking, Calla whispered, “I

want to do more than this.”

The man holding her must have felt the same way, because he groaned into her hair

and thrust sharply against her with his cock. Using both arms, he crushed her against his

body, lifting her so that he would be cradled against her butt.

The feeling of him there, so close to where she wanted him, was almost too much.

Calla moaned a little, trying to convey her urgency. She wanted him. Now.

Spurred on by the noise, Seth carried her toward the large bed in the center of the

room.

It was still mussed from his sleep the night before and the thought of his body lying

there caused a rush of moisture in between her legs. In mere moments she would be

experiencing that body for herself, and she was ready. His hard length pressed against

her with every step; Calla’s muscles clenched involuntarily in anticipation.

When they reached the bed, he pushed her roughly forward and she fell on her

stomach. Before she could even start to crawl into a different position, her skirts were up

around her head, tangling her hands and immobilizing her. His large, fingers felt

roughly for the moist entrance to her cunt. Calla moaned and pressed back against him.

She was ready for him.

Then his fingers were replaced by something much larger and his cock pushed

against her opening. Both of his hands went to her hips, lifting them high and bracing

her slight frame for what was to happen next. Calla couldn’t see a thing, but he felt

enormous and she briefly wondered whether he would fit.

Then her question was answered as he gave a powerful thrust against her. Goddess,

he was huge. It felt like someone was shoving a battering ram up her cunt, and she cried

out in pain and shock. She’d never felt a man like this one before.

At her cry, the man withdrew partially and paused to massage her clit. The feel of

his fingers was heavenly, and within in seconds Calla was squirming against him.

Somehow she managed to free her arms enough to raise herself on to her elbows, and

she used the leverage to push back toward him with a whimper, yearning for him to fill

her again. It was unlike any sexual experience she’d ever had. She needed him, wanted

him, had to have him.

Seth starting thrusting again, moving more quickly as the tide of lust swept through

them. He pushed into her again and again, grunting harshly with the effort.

Something was building in her body; she needed more, had to have it because the

pressure was too much. Then it crashed through her, and she screamed out in shock and

pleasure. Her arms, unable to support her weight, collapsed, causing her upper body to

fall forward. Her hips remained high, held in the man’s strong hands as he continued to

pump his large cock into her. He moved faster and faster, squeezing her hips with his

hands almost to the point of pain as he shouted out his own pleasure. Calla could feel

the hot spurt of moisture deep within her body, then the weight of his spent body came

down on her, all but crushing her. His breath was hot against the back of her neck, arms

splayed on either side of her.

They lay there for a second, both struggling to regain their composure. Then the

door crashed open and Calla heard someone call out, “Seth, are you alright? I couldn’t

raise you on the com!”

“I’m fine,” the man said. He raised himself up on one elbow to look at whoever was

in the room with them, the fingers of one hand slipping beneath her body to absently toy

with her clit.

Little curls of pleasure at his touch coursed through her, and she shuddered lightly.

Then Calla realized with sudden horror that she was still naked to the waist, completely

exposed to both men. She started struggling upright but the man–Seth–was still fully

imbedded in her and far to heavy to shift.

“Did you check on the woman’s identity?” Seth asked, comfortable in front of his

subordinate despite his partial nudity.

Calla moaned, a combination of pleasure and embarrassment, as his fondling

continued.

“Yes, sir,” the young man said. “She’s a slave here. Apparently no one remembered

to tell her not to clean today.”

“Thank you,” Seth said. “You’re dismissed.”

The door closed and they were alone again. Calla wished she could sink into the

mattress and disappear forever, she was so embarrassed. Instead she said firmly,

“Please let me up now.”

“Of course,” he said, sounding far more relaxed than when he’d caught her entering

the room. His hand moved from her clit, and he pulled out of her. “I’d like to take a

closer look at you. I haven’t had a fuck like that in years.”

Calla fought to keep in a hysterical giggle. She hadn’t had a fuck like that in years,

either, but she was horrified with her situation. Not least of her worries was whether

Jenner would find out. The mistress had strong feelings about how unmarried women

should behave, and those feelings didn’t leave any room for encounters like this one.

Not even for slaves.

More than one woman had been sold to a brothel after being caught in bed with a

guest–and not a Guild-owned pleasure house, either. The last girl had been sold to a

pimp who worked out of a seedy bar near the space port. The poor thing had been dead

within a week. Jenner couldn’t find out about this no matter what it took, Calla thought

with conviction. She had to get out of here and pretend nothing had happened. She

needed to keep the commander quiet about the encounter, too.

Sitting up, Calla reluctantly faced the man whose seed was still warm in her body.

He sat next to her on the bed, trousers open and pulled slightly down. Her eyes strayed

down to his still-stiff cock, then quickly flew up to his face. His skin was slightly

dark-toned, and his shoulder-length hair was almost black. His eyes were black as well,

and they stared at her intently. He reached one finger out and gently pulled up her chin.

“You’re a cute one, Calla,” he said. “I may have to keep you for a while.”

There was no way Jenner would go for that, Calla realized, clamping down firmly

on another hysterical giggle that threatened to escape. Oh no, not a good idea at all …

“I need to go, I have work to do,” she said. He frowned at her. Unable to help

herself, Calla’s gaze was drawn to his mouth. His lips were full and soft looking, a little

grin playing at the corners. What she really wanted, Calla realized, was to lean over and

bite the lower one … Another bad idea. Things were definitely out of hand.

“When can you come back?” he asked bluntly. “I’m not done with you.”

“I can’t come back,” Calla said. No matter how much pleasure this man had given

her, she couldn’t afford to anger Jenner. His hand grasped her chin hard now, forcing her

to meet his eyes. He had lost his open, pleasant smile. She had to think of a way to get

rid of him and keep him quiet, too.

“Why not? I’m prepared to compensate you.”

“I’m married,” she said, thinking quickly. “His name is Jess, and if he finds out what

happened here it would kill him. I didn’t mean to have sex with you, it was an

accident.” It was a stroke of genius, Calla thought. Or at least it would be if the

Saurellian was willing to respect a slave’s wedding vow. Jess was like a brother, they’d

been raised together in the same crèche. He would lie to protect her without question.

Since slave marriages weren’t recorded, the Saurellian would never know the difference.

Seth’s hand tightened on her chin, and a dark look swept across his face, scaring her with

its intensity. He was angry, she realized. His eyes flashed.

“I see,” he said tightly, then abruptly let her go and stood up and paced across the

room. His intense gaze followed her, and a muscle worked tightly in his jaw. “Get out.”

Calla quickly stood up, not about to argue. It seemed like she might yet escape this

Joanna Wylde - The Price of Pleasure

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