Master of the Galaxy
my feelings.
    “I never imagined I would feel this way,” I
whispered into his chest.
    “Shhhh,” he said, stroking my hair gently.
“Sleep now.”
    I tried. But I was not yet ready.
    “Do I please you?” I asked softly, hoping I
had not awakened him, hoping he would indulge my question.
    He was silent for a few moments, his hand
moving over my arm, lightly caressing it, and then answered, “Yes.
More than I ever thought possible.”
    I never knew whether he meant that I pleased
him more than he had expected me to or whether I pleased him more
than anyone else had. Most likely it was the former. But it was an
admission all the same, which he rarely made. No, thinking back, he
never made admissions. He gave me all manner of praise, but had
never gone beyond that.
    I wanted to say what was in my heart at that
moment to Him, but I did not. I do not know whether things would
have turned out any differently. Whether, when I disappeared from
his planet, he would have looked for me, sought me out, come to
retrieve me from Yar if I had told him. But I did not tell Him. I
was afraid. Afraid to admit it to myself, afraid of what he might
say, afraid of rejection. Did he feel the same way or was I simply
one of his many beauties, to serve as a willing vessel only for his
pleasure? I knew I would serve Him no matter how he felt about me
and so thought it might be better if I did not know whether I meant
any more to Him.

CHAPTER
5
    He had left the planet again. He would often
leave for days, weeks at time, months even it seemed, although they
told me when I returned to Yar that I was missing for only a
year.
    I was meditating. He had a beautiful garden
in which I could meditate as often as I liked. I felt calm, at
peace there. I became much recharged while on his planet. If you do
not understand, when I am meditating, I am nearly oblivious to the
outside world. I have always depended on my Jiikorian security to
protect me when I am in this deep state and I trusted His security
as well. But fate was to have other plans for me that day.
    I remember strong arms around me, lifting me
up, turning me into them. I instinctively knew it was not Him. But
it was another tall male, handsome they would say, except with
light hair, rather than dark, like His. His eyes were red, but a
beautiful, deep red, not a lurid color.
    “Are you all right?” he asked me.
    “Of course,” I replied. Why would I not have
been all right?
    “I am Jurig,” he said. “I’ve led a small
contingent here to rescue you. Come, the ship is waiting.”
    “To rescue me?” I repeated, still a little
dazed from being interrupted during my meditative state.
    Jurig pulled me to his chest and caressed my
hair. “Shhhh. It’s over now,” he said. “All over.”
    I let him hold me and then he said, “We must
hurry,” and took my hand.
    “But,” I said, protesting.
    He looked at me sympathetically. “No one
will know where you have gone. My team and the ship are all
cloaked. Your escape will be undetectable. Besides, Xane is not on
the planet now. He can’t hurt you.”
    Xane. That was the first time I knew His
name. I liked it. I almost giggled, thinking of what He might say
if he returned and I called him Xane. “It’s been a long time,”
he would say. “Yes,” I’d answer. “May I worship your cock, sir?”
“Have you been a good girl, my little pet?” “Oh yes, Master Xane .” That would probably earn me twenty hard lashes with
his cane for my impudence. But it would be well worth it.
    “Well?” Jurig said expectantly.
    “Well, what?” I asked, having no idea that
he had even spoken to me.
    He looked at me sideways as if thinking, he
has abused you more than we had feared.
    “Never mind,” he said quietly. “In here.” He
led me up the steps into his ship, simple enough, but also
sophisticated it seemed, although I was no expert at ships.
    “This is my ship. I’m a bounty hunter. Your
planet hired me to find you. You’ve been the

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