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most sought after
hostage in the galaxy for nearly a year now.”
    I sat quietly where he indicated I should. I
felt disoriented, out of sorts.
    “I imagine you’ll be glad to return home to
Yar,” he said, glancing back at me while he powered up the
engines.
    “Yes,” I said.
    * * * * *
    Jurig set the course for Yar. It would take
several weeks. He came into my cabin and found me there, sitting on
my bed, as usual.
    “You’ve been so quiet on this journey,” he
said. “You don’t need to be. There is nothing to fear anymore.”
    His hands went to unfasten the collar at my
neck. I pulled away from him, alarmed. He frowned.
    “Let me just have a look at it,” he said
gently.
    I let him run his fingers over it. There was
no clasp, no latch, no way for Jurig to remove it. Xane would have
seen to that. I was relieved.
    “I’m sorry,” he said. “I’ll find someone to
remove it when we get you back to Yar.”
    I said nothing but was regaining some of my
senses. I knew I would not let anyone touch it.
    I watched his expression shift then, knew
his thoughts were on something else. He leaned down and kissed my
lips lightly.
    “I realize that your race typically does not
engage in . . . sexual relations,” Jurig said, somewhat awkwardly,
“but the Sartyrians unquestionably . . . do.” He was referring to
Xane’s race. I had guessed as much when I had glanced at the
systography readouts on the bridge of Jurig’s ship.
    He looked at me as if trying to determine
whether I had had sex during my abduction and what I now thought
about it. I betrayed nothing.
    He gently pushed the hair at my temples
aside.
    “I can take away any unpleasant memories you
might have,” he said softly, kissing my forehead and brushing his
lips down the side of my face.
    His hands began to move over my body. It
wasn’t disagreeable and I was curious. I let him continue. He slid
them under my simple wrap, running them over my hips and then they
traveled tentatively to my breasts.
    Jurig pulled back a little, looking at me to
see if I would protest. I lay back on the bed with my hands beside
my head, watching his rich, burgundy eyes take in my lack of
hesitation. His hands parted my wrap in the front and he stroked my
breasts reverently. Then he leaned down and kissed my nipples,
taking them into his mouth, laving them with his tongue and gently
nibbling on them with his teeth as he continued to massage my
breasts with his hands. The sensations were not unpleasant and I
arched slightly into him which seemed to encourage him greatly.
    He wrapped his hands gently in my hair and
possessed my mouth. Jurig’s kisses were not like Xane’s, but he had
passion for me and it showed. After some time of tasting my mouth
and caressing my flesh, he sat up, undressed and returned to the
bed. He slid my wrap from my shoulders and removed it from my body,
dropping it to the floor. I had nothing on underneath. Xane
preferred me to wear very little clothing and I was used to it. I
could tell Jurig at least approved of that.
    “You’re beautiful,” he whispered. I knew
that he wanted to say my name after his declaration, but was afraid
to. I am intimidating to most and my reputation is widespread. I am
not sure Jurig believed that what we were doing was really
happening.
    He lowered himself onto me, caressing my
body more, causing the heat to rise in my flesh again and then slid
into me while facing me. This was new to me. I watched his face and
saw that it was contorted with a mixture of pleasure and disbelief.
I wondered how it would have been had I ever been able to see
Xane’s face with this much clarity. But he either engaged me from
behind or I was blindfolded or folded in half, or hung from the
ceiling, or if I was in his arms facing him, he would hold me aloft
in the air or up against a wall and my eyes were usually glazed
from passion, unable to focus as much I was able to focus on Jurig.
Xane had never taken me like this, so . . .