“Get off of
me Tesla,” Nathan’s voice dripped molten venom as he glanced down at the
red-head. His entire body had tensed
up, the cords of his neck turning to stone while his shoulders pulled up
slightly into an aggressive position.
Despite the fact that Tesla’s lips and mouth felt wonderful around his
manhood, there was no desire there. A make a motion and she turns it into
something sexual. Nathan hadn’t
wanted to her to start blowing him, neither had there been a desire for
anything of the sort. He’d made a motion
to pull her closer and then she pulled on along until she managed her way down
to his lap.
“Why? What’s the matter you can’t get it up,” Tesla
teased with that look of joy and malice rolling together before him. It was attractive yes, but the look of her
put him further on edge and the insult was never one to be taken lightly. “Come on, you know you want it. You want to spill your seed down my throat
and act like you own me.”
Nathan’s eyes only burned in response,
the same look that had burned when he had murdered those men on Waquil. Pushing her away, he was quick to make
himself decent again before he stared at the now shocked Tesla; her face
quickly starting to turn red while her expression was akin to that of someone’s
who had just been slapped. “You’re
right, I can’t get it up, not with you. “
Another strike crossed across
Tesla’s face as her eyes darted open and her mouth began to unhinge
slowly. By now, the red-head was
trembling and there signs that tears might start flowing soon enough. “You can’t mean that, Nathan look at me! I’m the princess of Yor’zvin, one of the most
desired woman in the universe. Men have
died trying to bed me!” All Nathan saw in
the moment was a bitch that was becoming hysterical at being denied. Spoiled
whore.
“I’m
looking at you and all I see is a weakling whose used a good body to hide a
manipulative streak. I don’t want you
Tesla, you fuck when it suits you and then you think just because you can keep
a man enthralled with your body, you have the right to use them as you
please. Well fuck you, you’re trash and
unwanted. I won’t throw you out to die,
but right now…you’re little more than scum to me. You won’t have me in your bed or arms again
anytime soon. By the way, I want your
god-damn boy toy gone, both of them. Maybe
you can leave with them or stay behind, I don’t give a shit. “ After his rant, Nathan took a second to
breathe before staring at the now speechless Tesla. When she closed her mouth and blinked a few
times, it was clear she had never faced rejection before and was likely not
used to being told no, at least not in this manner.
“Nathan, do
you have any idea what you just did?”
She finally murmured lightly as she looked down ashamed at her feet for
a moment. Tesla had been trading outfits
for a while now and today was dressed in a pair of blue jeans that rolled down
into a pair of comfortable leather boots, while her top was covered in a pink
tube top that exposed her turned body and the tops of her breasts. Put a
bitch in her place?
“No, what
did I just do?” There wasn’t a doubt
from his tone that he didn’t give two shits about whatever it was he had just
done.
“You just,
administered the ultimate shame that a Yor’zvin can suffer. You’ve just said that I’m so beneath you,
that I’m not even worthy to be in your presence…not as a slave, a breeder or
even a whore.” Nathan didn’t comment at
first, before he huffed a sigh and looked back out the window. No, I don’t consider you that low, God damn
it, what is with you Yor’zvin and taking things to extremes all the time?
“You need
to get out more then, it’s called rage and in case you haven’t noticed we’re
not on Yor’zvin. Your laws don’t apply
here and your culture isn’t exactly practice.
So stop applying them to me, I’m not some unfeeling warrior or someone
who is going to bow just because you beat me in a fight. I’m a human and humanity has different
cultural standards. “ Nathan said this
before sighing and letting his head hit the back of the seat. “Fuck, just understand that for once
Tesla. You could try to teach while also
being taught for once. I know you’re a princess,
but you’re supposed to be a cultural ambassador.”
“I never
wanted to be, one. I just wanted to keep
living on Yor’zvin or exploring the universe on my own. My father…my father thought the space between
my legs would win us favor. My father
was trying to whore me to every politician in the universe. When you found me Nathan, I had been
captured, but honestly it was only because I let them. Any fate seemed better than one that I didn’t
choose for myself or to be yoked to my father’s whims.” Tesla was looking at Nathan hopefully now;
however, the male just frowned a little before he looked back towards the road.
“Then why
would you try to be like him and shackle others to your own schemes?”
Tesla didn’t respond then, it
seemed to strike her for the first time that she was becoming her father
without even realizing it. Placing her
hands up into her lap, only a single tear dropped before the warrior woman
tilted her head up and crumpled her jeans beneath her hands. “By the laws of my people, I’m technically
yours to do with as you please. You’ve rescued me twice over, Nathan Blackholm,
I owe two life-times of service to you.
So, what am I to you or what should I be?”
