Word count: ~4800
Themes: mild D/s, catsuit, bath sex, brief strangling scene (not quite breathplay)
Summary: As a space pirate, Sabinus Terchan is used to having all kinds of people after his life, especially since his recent escape from prison. But when a drone assassin comes for his secretive new pet, playtime is over. He's going to get answers out of her -- one way or another.
When Sabinus is forced to stop for repairs, he's also forced to take his pet away from the safety of the ship and out into public for the first time. He's not too worried: he's not so out of practice that he can't take care of himself, and if she can't take care of herself in turn, it's not really his problem. Easy come, easy go. She's not the primary target here, anyway: after all, what kind of threat could an insignificant former civil servant possibly pose?
Enough for someone to want her deader than a nail, it turns out.
Idiots. She's far more entertaining alive.
When Sabinus is forced to stop for repairs, he's also forced to take his pet away from the safety of the ship and out into public for the first time. He's not too worried: he's not so out of practice that he can't take care of himself, and if she can't take care of herself in turn, it's not really his problem. Easy come, easy go. She's not the primary target here, anyway: after all, what kind of threat could an insignificant former civil servant possibly pose?
Enough for someone to want her deader than a nail, it turns out.
Idiots. She's far more entertaining alive.
Excerpt (250 words):
He continued running his hands along her wrapped curves, listening for each and every hitch in her breathing. He wanted to lick her through the suit just to see how she’d react, but had enough sense left to refrain.
She wasn’t holding herself entirely still anymore, but Sabinus didn’t much care. He circled his arms around her for the zipper, pulling it down little by little as she tried, unsuccessfully, not to squirm against him. Which, he decided, more than made up for the fact that the suit hadn’t been designed with a zip in front.
Her shoulder blades emerged. The dip of her spine. When he reached her crossed arms, he stopped. Moved back to her shoulders and began to peel down.
Soon enough, her nipples peeked out, firm and pebbled, just as he’d known they would be. He let the material of the suit bunch beneath her bared breasts. Crouched down and flicked his tongue against one of her pretty little nubs.
She swayed a bit, but made no sound. Uncrossed her arms, trying to free them from her sleeves.
He licked again. Mouthed her, sucking her lightly, briefly, before running his tongue away, between her breasts, trailing past each newly revealed section of her skin as he continued rolling down her suit.
Just past her navel, he straightened and slipped his hand between the material and her skin, reaching for her crotch. A tiny mewl escaped her. She clamped her thighs together, tried to push him away, but it was too late. He tugged the suit past her hips as he found her core.
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