though her bottom already looked like a red tomato. Certainly, she was already going to sleep on her stomach for awhile after this.
“You need to control your damn war!” she yelled at him, enraged by the pain.
She was squinting from the pain until she said that, but when she felt firm pressure on her anus, her eyes snapped open. “Nnno!” she argued, but growled as Graham’s large index finger pushed steadily into her hot, squirming bottom.
“Do I have your attention, or do I need to send you to get the kit?” he asked her calmly.
“Not the kit!” she cried. The last thing she wanted was a couple of good punishment enemas and then a range of plugs stretching out her bottom until she was able to fit his girth to a point that was comfortable for him . She didn’t enjoy bad-girl sex at all—it always incorporated a red bottom and her whining like a poodle in heat.
She found it hard to feel both angry and alienated at the same time, and so she silenced and hugged onto his leg as he wiggled his finger in deeper.
“Everyone knows you’re smart, Eleanor. But you have to go through the same channels as anybody else. If you want to test something, that means you need proper authorization. And I mean always .”
“Yes, Sir,” she squeaked uncomfortably. She hiccupped miserably.
“Will I hear of you going around, issuing orders to your superiors again?” he continued in a doctrinaire drawl.
“Now practically the whole ship is my superior,” she exaggerated, trying to swallow the bitter pill of demotion.
“Eleanor,” he warned. “Do you need me to ensure that you have a better attitude?”
She had the most horrible feeling that he didn’t mean regular sex; that he meant a regular butt-plugging with something large, uncomfortable, and painful that she would be forced to wear for an insufferable amount of time. “No, I’ll be good,” she promised with another hiccup. “I’ll just be a boring old engineer.”
She meant it as a threat but, to her distaste, Graham seemed happy about that idea. He pulled his finger out of her tight bottom as if to reward her response. “Good girl,” he told her, giving her bottom a gentle pat and rub with his giant hand. “I expect you to turn over a new leaf.”
She ground her teeth until he let her up into a standing position. He kept her standing still between his knees as he began to unhook the buttons on her coat before he pulled it the rest of the way off of her shoulders. He loved undressing her, even when she had such a sulky expression on her face. “There’s something else the matter?” he asked, unlacing the top of her boots. “Why are you in such a hurry to eradicate the Frians? We’ve been warring with them for thousands of years, but you act like you need it to end by next week.”
“You said it’s nearly impossible to go home if the Frians are still in that area,” she reminded.
He nodded and sighed. “Yes. They have control of your galaxy now… Are you homesick , Eleanor?” His tone wasn’t mocking at all; it was sympathetic, if anything, but to her ears, it came across as pedantic.
“You don’t understand what it’s like to get torn away from your home in the middle of the night and wake up in a dog cage, Graham,” she snapped. “I was perfectly happy before all this space stuff happened!”
“No you weren’t,” he assured, pulling her out of her boots and then tugging her leggings and panties all the way off. “You were lonely, stuck in a garage taking orders from your father all day working on low-level, unchallenging equipment and not living up to your full potential.”
“I’m not living up to my full potential now !” she cried, letting fresh tears drip from her face.
“You are if your job was stepping on toes. Engineers have a chain of command, too. Nobody can do everything they want whenever they want. Not even my father. Not even the Emperor,” he assured. He wiped the tears away from her face with his fingers