Saturday, August 19, 2017

Star Talker: Part 11: Freedoms

I pressed my cheek against the cool tile of the floor. My body still trembled with the aftershocks of my orgasm. I gasped as his slid out of me, everything tensing for the briefest of moments at the loss of contact. I hadn't had sex since I was last on Centauri Prime. CSF was extremely sex positive, providing contraceptive implants for all citizens at puberty and routine STI screenings at quarterly biometric screenings. I had a three year implant, expecting to be moved out on a staff rotation once the English dictionaries for my translation software were complete. There was still a year of potency left on my implant. I probably shouldn't tell Rha'han about that. Not yet, anyway.

Even with the implant, I hadn't found any of the men among the staff interesting enough to take a turn with. I had missed it though. Rha'han was right, he had found my weakness. I had always enjoyed anal stimulation more than any other sexual contact. I'd had a few partners on Centauri, but since coming here, I'd found toys to be adequate stimulation, but it was nothing like the real thing. However unhappy I might be with my current situation, I would enjoy the sex, at least, if what had just happened was a typical example.

I started as Rha'han was suddenly touching me again, sliding the sponge between my cheeks, cleaning me off. I tried to stand up. He cleared his throat pointedly, and pressed a single finger into a nerve on my spine. I dropped, my torso hitting the tile with a wet slap.

"What the fuck?"

Rha'han continued his rather thorough ministrations. "Humans have an interesting number of pressure points. I'm familiar with a couple dozen or so."

"Greeeaaat," I said, my afterglow suddenly gone. "You know, you could've just said 'stay put'."

He poured warm water over me, rinsing the soap away. "You aren't very consistent about obedience. Physical manipulation seems to be far more effective."

To prove his point, he snatched me up into his arms and carried me out of the bath. He sat me down long enough to towel us off, before taking hold of my braid at the base of my skull and guiding me from the room, both of us completely nude. He took me down the hall to another sliding door. It opened with no prompting from him. I wondered what triggered it. He pushed me into the room. I stopped short at the sight of a woman nearly identical to Daesha, only her scales were a deep fuschia instead of red, and a small white ring dangled from her collar.

"Good evening, Master. The garments you've requested have been purchased and placed in your wardrobe. Your dinner has been delivered as well." She held her hands demurely in front of her, looking down at the floor in what I presumed was deference to our nudity.

"Thank you, Daila. Approach."

She glided forward, fins billowing behind her with the moment. She kept her eyes averted, but tilted her head to expose her throat. Rha'han detached the white ring from her collar.

"You may go," he said, stepping away from the door.

"Thank you, Master," Daila said, bowing slightly and exiting the room.

I plucked the white ring from Rha'han's hand, finally noticing a larger one wrapped around one of his own fingers. "Holy shit. Is this a Djinn Key?" I peered at the tiny thing, seemingly made of slightly translucent white plastic. I could barely see the minuscule circuitry beneath the surface.

"A what?" he said, snatching it back out of my hands.

"A Djinn Key. I remember hearing talk of it on the observatory when I was a kid. A new technology they were developing on New Giza. Automatic security access keys with biological signatures. We never got them on Centauri Prime. They just upgraded the individual bioscanners as needed. We didn't have a lot of foreign visitors at the station, so the expense of a Djinn system wasn't justified."

He stepped away to deposit the ring into a safe that opened when he held up his hand. "That's what they are, but we don't call them Djinn Keys. Just keys, usually. The entire citadel is equipped with the security system. The fleets aren't one hundred percent converted, but they will be within a few years."

"Do I get a key?"

He considered me carefully. "I'll program a blue key tomorrow."

I narrowed my eyes. "What's the difference between a blue key and a white key?"

He strode across the room to what I assumed was an armoire. I couldn't help but let my gaze fall to the muscles of his ass as he walked.

"A blue key gives you free access to all areas of the apartment. White keys access the exit and public establishments throughout the citadel."

"You need a key to get out of the apartment?" I said, incredulous.

"You need a key to trigger any door in the citadel. Public areas are setup for general white level access during operating hours. Residences are set up to only allow access for the key codes of the residents or whomever the admin gives access to," he said, searching through the armoire.

"So, I'm not a slave, but your slaves have more freedom than I do." I crossed my arms over my chest.

He turned around, holding a set of manacles. "For now."

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  1. Something tells me that she won't be happy with the key and him controlling where she goes and not. But I look forward to read more about their 'clashes' :)

    Rebel xox

  2. Very engaging - I am intrigued and look forward to the next installment

  3. I loved his comment when she said about 'just stay put'. It will be interesting to see what she starts plotting when she settles in. For now it looks like she will be kept on a tight leash with the manacles, he's no fool.