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still some food stuck to my hand. Lick it off,
every last grain.”
    I gaped at him.
    “If you don’t eat it all I will have to discipline you and
you’re not ready for that.”
    I thought about asking him what he meant by discipline ,
but decided against it. Warily, I poked out my tongue and slid it over his
palm.
    “Good girl.”
    For some reason his praise made me eager to please him. With
more enthusiasm I licked his palm, his wrist, the space between his fingers,
every grain, until he was clean.
    After studying his hand, he was satisfied. “There’s hope for
you yet.”
    He pulled a copper pitcher from a shelf and poured it into a
matching goblet. He raised it under my lips and I drank while he held the
goblet.
    When I finished, he scarfed down his breakfast. While he
ate, I made a quick mental list of what I had learned so far: there was no
birth, no children and no stages of life. Time was not measured, at least not
to the point of months or years. Borealians were assigned life paths, which were
like vocations. Within each vocation, they were assigned erotic roles. The men
and women in the cells around me belonged to the Erotic life path. They were
each divided into erotic roles of either Dominants or submissives, which could
be of any sexual orientation. They slept in cells that were locked from the
inside and I was expected to participate in a ritual to draw out the goddess.
And for some confounding reason, their names and clothing reeked of the Roman
Empire.
    I jumped when he set his goblet on the tablet with a loud
clang. His eyes locked with mine. A dreamy voice imbued with sensuality dripped
from his lips. “Take off your clothes, sub.”
    “What?” I all but spit out the word as I crossed my arms in
defiance. “No!”
    “I have seen your body in its natural state several times
already.” His carnal gaze stayed on me. “I want to see it again.”
    I hugged myself and tried to reason with him. “Where I’m
from, we have to get to know each other better before…before I take my clothes
off in front of you.”
    He propped his elbow on the table and rested his chin in his
palm. “Why?”
    “Because!”
    His eyes stayed on me, his expression unchanged.
    I sighed with exasperation. “Because it’s a personal,
intimate experience that you don’t share with strangers.” There, that was a
perfectly good explanation.
    “I’m not a stranger, I’m your Dominus. And I want to see all
of you. Now.” His tone remained gentle, but a firm edge had crept in.
    My muscles tensed in alarm. “And if I don’t?”
    “I will discipline you.”
    I dug my fingers into my hips and glared at him. “You said
you would never make me do anything I didn’t want to do.”
    “That’s correct.”
    I was perplexed for a minute until I gave it some thought. I
had to admit that despite my protests, the idea of standing naked in front of
Marcus turned me on. The dampness between my legs testified to it. I couldn’t
be forced to do something I wanted to do.
    “Well?” he asked with a healthy measure of impatience.
    I thought about good girls and bad girls, social rules and
proper behavior, heaven and hell. Then I remembered I was on another planet
with a man I was terribly attracted to who was treating me well and who could
be my ticket back home. If there was ever a time to indulge in guilt-free
pleasure, this was it.
    Taking in a sharp breath, I squared my shoulders. Before I
could change my mind I wriggled out of my clothes, prepared to embark on my
very own intergalactic Rumspringa.
    “Was that so difficult?”
    “Yes.” I blushed when I realized my nipples were puckering.
The sensual breakfast had me worked up. I didn’t like that he could have such
an effect on me.
    “I’ve never seen such a magnificent sight.”
    A lump formed in my throat. He spoke with reverent awe and
it moved me. Though we had only met a couple of days ago, I could feel a bond
forming between us.
    No, that was absurd. I was probably