Page 46 of Condemned By Pain
“I need bras.”
He nods.
“32B,” I add, a little flushed.
He looks at me, confused.
“My size,” I clarify.
He nods again.What kind of alien doesn’t know about bra sizes?I smile.But this is kind of cute.
“And I need sleepwear, too.” The bathrobes I’ve been using as nightwear really need to be washed.
“You don’t get to demand that much,” he replies, a trace of amusement coloring his tone.
I open my mouth to argue, then snap it shut and smirk. “Fine.”
I’ll just steal a few of his shirts to sleep in. From my experience, he doesn’t question my thievery.
Salvario
After dinner, I head to the testing lab to examine the new engine parts sent for my final approval. After inspecting and logging data on a few, I leave an hour later.
On my way upstairs, Nivi approaches and bows. “Master, I have something to tell you.”
“Go on.”
She looks at me with teary eyes. “The slave threatened me today.”
“How?” I ask, genuinely curious.
“She said she’s a powerful man’s daughter and will have me killed if I call her slave again.”
“Is that exactly what she said?”
She hesitates, then nods.
I nod once and walk toward the stairs.
Interesting. I thought she was a weak mouse who could only cry.
I walk toward Bruno’s room just in time to see her emerge from the bathroom. My steps falter when I take in what she’s wearing.
A blue shirt. Mine.
The sleeves are rolled up haphazardly. The hem falls below her thighs.
My breath stops completely for a few seconds; I drag in a slow, uneven breath. My eyes trail over her slender form. She’s drying her wet hair with a towel.
My gaze lingers on her chest. I can see the outline of her nipples through the fabric, and blood rushes to my dick.
I look up instantly—at her face—but my eyes don’t stay there. They slides lower, to her neck.
The top button is undone, water seeping beneath the fabric. I can trace its path in my mind. From her wet hair, down her neck, through the valley between her breasts, to her navel.
My body ignites.I’m getting aroused.
This isn’t possible. I have anaphrodisia. Sexual desire doesn’t exist for me.
