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admit,
that was fucking hot.
    There was ecstasy played out all around us. It would have
been an orgy, except everyone stayed with their own partner. There was a shared
union about it, a spiritual eroticism that enthralled me.
    I was puzzled about something: the Doms kept their clothes
on and there was no intercourse. Maybe that was a line even Borealians didn’t
cross. Somehow I doubted it.
    Marcus cleared his throat and I turned to meet his gaze.
    With a raised eyebrow, he scolded me. “I will tell you the
rest of the story when I have your undivided attention.”
    I sucked on my lower lip. “Sorry, Dominus.”
    With an almost undetectable smile, he moved his fingers away
from my sex, much to my frustration. With exquisite dedication he finished
oiling my body, including the forbidden space between my buttocks, which
created a delightful tingling sensation that threatened to send me over the
edge. He drew little oil rings around my puckered asshole and grinned when I
jerked from his touch. “I will have many adventures here.”
    I didn’t think my knees could hold me upright much longer,
but soon he was pouring the lagoon’s warm water on my body. I was about to
point out the fact that water and oil don’t mix , but as with many other
things in Borealis, that did not apply here. The water cut the oil down enough
that when Marcus wiped them both away with a towel, I was silky, shiny and
clean.
    He unshackled me, held my hand and led me back to our cell.
The other erotic pairs filed in behind us.  
    After locking us in, he ordered me to go to bed.
    “I was just in bed, Dominus?”
    “Your knees were shaking at the bath. I’m afraid this has
been too much too soon. Sleep and we’ll continue when you’re refreshed.”
    Spent from too much excitement, newness and stimulation, I
had to agree. I hated that he always right. Crawling into bed, I closed my
eyes.
    Marcus spooned me, nipped at my ear and whispered, “Go to
sleep.”

Chapter 4
    I woke up, disoriented, but when I saw blue eyes studying
me, I remembered where I was.
    Scowling, I crossed my arms. “How come I instantly fall
asleep when you tell me to, Dominus?”
    A lopsided smile formed on his lips. “Because you’re mine.”
    “Dominus!” I rolled my eyes. “That doesn’t make any sense
and it’s hardly an explanation.”
    When he pinched the area between his eyes, I could clearly
see his frustration. “There is so much you don’t understand.”
    That was a hell of an understatement. Still, I wasn’t
backing down, I needed an answer.
    He sighed. “It’s called subsleep. It happens when a Dom and
sub are paired. The Dom only needs to tell the sub to fall asleep and they do,
for exactly the amount of time the Dom wants them to sleep.”
    Flabbergasted, I gawked at him. “How is that possible?”
    “It is part of God’s design.”
    God again: Creator, Master and Sadist.
    “How do you know when and how long I should sleep, Dominus?”
    “It is my job to know what you need.”
    I looked at him with a speculative eye.
    “Have you ever woken up tired?” he challenged.
    Though I pursed my lips, I knew the answer was no. Both
times I had awakened from his commanded sleep, refreshed and energized.
    “It is time for your training. Because you are still
healing, I will give you some freedom when we’re alone, but when we are around
other Borealians, you will obey me without question or hesitation.”
    Or else!
    “If you thought my punishment at the bath was harsh, you
would break if you felt God’s version of it.”
    I was sure he was right. Their God was not someone I ever
wanted to cross. “I will try not to anger either of you, Dominus.”
    With an approving smile, he pressed his full lips to my
cheek. “That would be wise.”
    I rose, crossing my arms to shield my bare breasts.
    Grinning, he shook his head. “When will you ever be
comfortable with your natural state? You do remember me oiling them earlier,
don’t you?”
    I couldn’t