6
Chloe, Commander Karter’s Office
It was odd standing in a commander’s office in non-Coalition uniform. I was in a simple outfit of black pants and long-sleeved top. Comfortable, stretchy. Soft. No hard armor on them. No thigh holster. I felt more naked now than I was a short time ago when I was pressed between Seth and Dorian crying out their names with my pleasure. Again.
They’d practically kept me locked away in our quarters the last two days. Stripping me. f*****g me. Feeding me everything from chocolate to exotic alien fruits I’d never tasted before. Bathing me and doing it all again. I had never been so pampered in my entire life.
My p***y was a little sore—their c***s were impressive and it had been a while—and my n*****s chafed against my utilitarian bra. I had a feeling they’
