And exciting.
His blood began to race until it pounded deep and low, tightening his trousers.
Every smile and gesture became a reminder of how Seht’s tight, hot body had moved under him and around him…the sounds of flesh striking flesh, the scent of blood and semen…
By the end of the tour, Ravnos led Seht into his private office practically breathless with lust.
His lieutenant spoke softly at his shoulder. “Excellent choice for first officer, Captain.” His voice held profound satisfaction.
Ravnos started. He’d completely forgotten that he’d asked the lieutenant to meet him at his private office.
The lieutenant stepped past his captain, winked, then turned on his heel to face him holding a large red leather-bound book. A black ribbon marker trailed from the pages.
Seht turned and lifted his brow at the lieutenant. “I’m glad you approve.”
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Ravnos bit back a smile. Seht had very sharp hearing.
The lieutenant’s eyes widened, and his cheeks flushed. He ducked his head, dodging Seht’s sharp blue gaze, and cleared his throat. With a respectful bow, he pulled an antique-styled ink pen from his breast pocket and held out the book. “As you requested, Captain.”
Ravnos took the book and the pen from his hands. “Thank you.” He turned to set the book on his desk and opened it to the creamy white page marked by the ribbon. He turned to Seht and pointed at the open page. “Sign your name here.”
Seht frowned at the list of names on the page. “What exactly am I signing?”
Ravnos folded his arms across his chest. “Crew log.”
Seht lifted a brow at Ravnos. “An actual book? How…archaic.” He took the pen from Ravnos and signed his name and the title of first officer in neat Terran script.
“I prefer to see it as traditional.” Ravnos felt his lieutenant slip something heavy into his coat pocket. Ah yes, my…gift. Anticipation spilled through him, but he held back the shit-eating grin that wanted to burst forth.
Seht finished his signature and set the pen beside the book.
Ravnos closed the book and collected the pen. He turned and handed both to his lieutenant. “Is everything prepared?”
The lieutenant saluted. “As requested, Captain.”
Ravnos lifted his chin and smiled. “We will be there momentarily.”
The lieutenant nodded. “Yes, sir.” He strode across the stateroom and left, closing the door behind him.
Seht stared after the lieutenant, then turned back to Ravnos. “The officers’
meeting?”
Ravnos looked away and tugged the gloves from his hands. “Yes.” He unbuckled his sword-belt and set it to lean against the side of his desk. “But before that appointment”—he tugged the buttons of his coat open—“I have a personal gift for you.” He smiled.
Seht took a wary step back, his eyes narrowing. “Is that so?”
Ravnos reached into his left pocket and pulled out a palm-sized golden ring a finger’s width in thickness, and held it up so that the rainbow sheen of nanites was clearly visible.
Seht frowned. “A mimetic ring?”
Ravnos grinned. “A mimetic cock ring, to be precise.”
Seht’s eyes widened.
Ravnos narrowed his eyes at Seht. “Your hands and elbows on my desk. Now.”
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partway over the desk. He winced, then bared his teeth in a snarl. “What in the name of Night are you doing?”
Ravnos stepped close and jerked open the sash around Seht’s coat. With blindingly fast movements, he unfastened the coat buttons, then the waistcoat buttons.
“What am I doing?” Ravnos paused to give Seht a smile, his eyes narrowing. “Why, I thought that’d be obvious.” He undid the zipper fly to Seht’s pants and jerked his trews down to his knees. “I’m giving you your gift.” He took Seht’s primary cock into his hand and stroked.
Seht groaned.
The smooth, warm flesh in Ravnos’s hand twitched and hardened. He slid the ring onto Seht’s cock and pushed it all the way to his balls. He opened his mouth and released a stream of electronic white noise, the locking code.
Seht winced, clearly not liking the sound.
The ring closed snugly around Seht’s erect flesh.
Seht choked, then narrowed his eyes at Ravnos. “Cockring indeed. I am guessing that the hideous sound you just uttered is some sort of activation code?”
Ravnos flashed him a grin. “Good guess.” He looked back down, admiring the gleaming ring and the pink and ivory flesh it contained. “Very nice.” He released him, then leaned over him, placing his own hands on the desk, framing Seht’s body. “Gold suits you.”
Seht hissed in a breath. “It’s…tingling.”
Ravnos nodded solemnly. “It does that.” The microscopic machines, the nanites, not only shaped the ring for a perfect and snug fit, they also vibrated the flesh just enough to keep the wearer’s attention firmly focused.
His wrists and arms pinned to Ravnos’s desk by his own augmentations, Seht writhed a small amount. “I had no idea you had a sadistic streak.”
Ravnos snorted. “It’s something I acquired.” His voice was very dry. His hands moved in a blur to fasten up Seht’s clothes.
Seht curled his lip. “You’re going to leave me like this?”
Ravnos smiled. “We have a meeting to go to.” He stepped back. “You are free to stand, but you may not touch yourself or remove the ring.”
Seht straightened. “How long?”
Ravnos lifted his brows. “This meeting includes dinner, so I’d say about three hours.”
Seht’s mouth fell open. “You’re leaving me in this cockring for three hours?”
Ravnos’s smile curled to show his teeth, and once again he found himself regretting that he hadn’t kept his fangs. “Oh no, you’ll be wearing that ring for the next seven days.”
Seht choked. “Seven days? I’ll go mad!”
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Ravnos turned and stepped toward the door. “As you pointed out”—he opened the door and turned to smile at Seht—“I am a sadist.” He waved Seht toward the door.
“Shall we go to the meeting?”
Seht stepped toward the door and passed Ravnos, scowling ferociously, showing his
