Chocolate Rewards: The Sweetness of Two Worlds Colliding Together (7 page)

What a
silly reaction?
Rokai thought. This woman was going to be more
work than he thought. He bent down and swooped her up. Throwing her
over his shoulder he walked on.

Amber
started to hit and kick him but he walked as if she were a mere fly
swarming about him.

Once they
were in the ship he laid her on the bed and turned to leave.

Amber got
up and tried to follow him out. She still had a lot of fight in her,
and her anger was nowhere near spent.

“
Computer,
close this door and keep it closed. Make something to eat.” The
doors closed after Rokai had passed through them.

Amber
slammed her hand against the door as hard as she could. She was so
furious with him. A unit in the wall popped open, making her jump. A
steaming hot meal was in there.

Amber
stared at it for a moment, debating what to do. She was starving. She
hadn't eaten anything because she had been trying to make room in her
wardrobe for new clothes before she went to work the day he took her.
Was that yesterday? Did aliens even have days?

She took
the plate, frustrated with everything around her. She sat down on the
bed and laid the plate on her lap.

“
Hot!”
she proclaimed, moving it to the bed beside her. She felt like
throwing it against the wall and yanking the covers from the bed and
screaming her head off. It just wasn't practical to walk around
naked.

She
looked at the bed a little closer. Soft blankets covered it. If he
took her clothes then she would take his bedding. She wasn't about to
catch her death just because of him.

Just as
she had hoped the sheets got thinner the further in. She pulled the
thinnest and softest away from and bed and hugged it to her body. Why
didn't Dior have anything this soft?

She
opened up the sheet, holding one corner tightly in her hand she
wrapped it around her body a couple of times. The ends she tied
together in a bow over her left shoulder. She moved the bow and redid
it several times until she felt that it looked just right.

This
dress was hugging her body so tightly. She had the figure to pull
something like this off. She gathered her hair together and draped it
over her right shoulder to make herself look better. That was when
she noticed her hair color. It was back to plain brown again.

When had
that happened? The only plausible explanation was that their water
had dissolved the color.

This just
wasn't her day. Everything that she had once had had been taken away
from her, first her clothes, then her expensive hair color, not to
mention her shoe collection. She had just the right pair at home to
go with this sheet, the light brown ones from Louis Vuitton that were
made of calf's skin. They sparkled when she walked. They would have
been just the contrast to the simple sheet dress. She was picturing
herself walking down the catwalk. Photographers would have wanted to
take her picture.

She
wished that she were a model and not a maid. She wanted to be the one
who got to see all the fabulous clothes even before they were in
fashion magazines. A model's salary would be great, too. That way she
could buy more clothes instead of having to save up for each new
piece.

But all
of that was gone. He had done something unforgivable to her. He had
taken her dreams.

She need
no longer dream of becoming a model, she wouldn't get discovered by a
famous designer as she laid on the beach in her bikini reading Vogue.
She had nothing to hope for, but a chance to runaway. That was
unlikely because she wasn't even on her home planet. She had no place
to run to.

Her rage
was returning with force. Once again she smacked her hand against the
door.

Pain shot
to her fingertips and up along her arm and shoulder. She shook her
hand to get rid of the pain. She was just hurting herself.

The only
way to get out of this would be with a clear head. She needed to cool
down. She had to get out of this somehow.

Her hands
yanked up the sheet so she could move her legs. She stood up and
raised her arms up to the ceiling and brought them together. She
lifted her right foot and placed it on the side of her right knee.
Amber concentrated so she was slowly breathing in and out. She was
pretty good at yoga.

Amber
needed to stay tiny so she could fit into everything that she wanted.
She had been a bit pudgy as a child. The next logical move was to
keep up her strength. She had no clue what kind of chores he would be
having her do.

That
meant she would try the strange looking food. And then she would look
for a bathroom. That she needed to see to, too. She hoped that there
was a mirror in the bathroom. She wanted to admire her handiwork with
the sheet.

Amber had
managed to calm herself down. She brought her hands and foot down and
opened her eyes. The Red Barbarian was standing right in front of
her.

Amber's
hard achieved calm was once again gone. Her hands moved to her hips.
What did he want now?

“
I came
to feed you.” Rokai was glad that he had clothes on, or she would
be able to see his raging hard penis. The way she had been standing
had let him see all of her points of interest, even if they were
covered in the bed sheet. Her uplifted breasts with their pink
nipples were pointing at him. He could easily see them through the
thin cloth. Her slender arms rose high above her head. A serene look
on her face, that looked so precious, was now gone. Now she was
wrapping her hands around the areas that he had just been looking at
and wanting to touch. Still he could see her tiny tummy. There was
something sexy about it, too.

“
I
already found my plate. You can leave again.”

“
Our
plate,” he corrected her. His eyes darted to her eyes.

What did
he want now? Amber had already devised a plan to keep up her strength
and eat something. She was eager to get on with that, but without
him.

Rokai sat
on the bed. “Come here.” He held an arm out to her, expecting her
to sit on his lap.

“
I know
you are hungry. Why aren't you obeying?” He was genuinely confused
with her actions.

Amber
walked around him in a large circle. She sat down on the other side
of the plate.

“
Don't
you know how to eat? A master and his slave eat together. Come sit on
my lap, so I can feed you.”

“
I'm
not going anywhere near your lap. You can just forget that.”

He laid
his head a little to the side and thought about her words, and that
he never saw a woman on a man's lap on Earth. That thought was making
him sad. Why wouldn't the men want to keep their women as close to
their hearts as they could?

“
This
is how we eat, precious one. I would never hurt you by not letting
you on my lap. You need to be there many hours every day. I know
that.” He said those words with so much kindness, opening himself
up to her, making himself vulnerable.

“
I do
not need that, and I am not going anywhere near you.”

“
You do
need this. Your heart needs it. Maybe not yet, but I hope really
soon. I am already starting to need your nearness.” Rokai hadn't
realized that it would feel like this. People constantly talked of
the love between a master and his slave. The ones that felt a pull
became husband and wife. Once that occurred they could no longer part
from one another. The pain of that was too much to ask of anyone.
With enough love a baby would grow under her heart. Would she ever
love him enough to give him a child?

“
I
don't need to be near you. As it happens, I think it would be best if
I got as far away from you as possible. You are ruining my life.
Nothing good has happened to me since I met you.”

Rokai had
to look away from her angry face for a moment. His heart ached
because of her words, proof that he was falling in love with her.

“
The
only way you can eat is on my lap. It's your decision.” His words
came out softly and tenderly, hiding his pain because she didn't feel
as taken with him as he did with her.

Rokai
couldn't even explain it to himself. She didn't have one redeeming
quality about her. She was so stubborn, her words were said to wound
him, and she pushed him away at every turn.

The only
thing he liked was her beauty, but that had been hidden under
terrible clothes and false hair color. Why had he felt compelled to
drag her along with him?

His first
thought was because he saw a chance and took it. Women were just so
hard to come by, but the thing was; he had just wanted her. They must
be kindred spirits. Fear was speaking from her, he decided. He had to
take her fear.

“
You
are going to be safe with me. I will care for you for the rest of
your life, Amber.”

He laid a
hand on her shoulder.

Amber
jerked her shoulder away. “A slave can never be safe. Only freedom
brings safety.”

Rokai had
to laugh at such nonsense. “My precious little one, you are wrong.
Strength brings safety. You have none, so you need me.”

Amber
looked back at him laughing at her. It was time again. She just had
to hit him. Once again she couldn't control her temper. She stood and
slapped him before he even saw it coming.

Rokai
grabbed onto her hand. “You weren't mine the last time you did
that. This time you are. I'll teach you to never do that again.” He
unraveled her out of the sheet, twisted her arm behind her back and
laid her over one of his knees.

She
struggled, trying to get away from him. “You barbarian, let me go.”

“
I'm
going to teach you to obey me. It's for your own safety.” He raised
his hand up high behind his ear and really let it sail down on her
bottom.

Amber
bucked trying to get away from him. Her hips rocked from side to side
trying to ease the pain of just one blow. He was holding her so
tightly that it was clear that she wouldn't be going anywhere.

Amber
peeked over her shoulder and saw his hand soaring down once again.
She looked away squinting her eyes. The impact of that blow made her
say a very high pitched
oh.

Rokai
gave her another one.

Amber
felt a need to take action. She tried to hit him with her one free
hand. He had given her eight smacks already when it became clear to
her that her little jabs weren't hurting him.

She
straightened out her free arm and then drove her elbow back into his
side with all of her might.

Rokai
jumped with pain. His hands let go of her, moving to cover his
kidney. Amber rolled off of his knees and back away from him.

Rokai
stood and took several deep breaths. He rubbed his kidney for a
moment before he went to her. “We weren't finished.”

“
I felt
we were. That was my way of informing you.”

“
I will
first stop when you are sorry.”

“
Sorry
for what? Sorry for hitting you, or sorry for being kidnapped,
because I am incredibly sorry for being kidnapped by you, you – Red
Barbarian.”

“
I'm
not a Barbarian. I am a very modern man. I could be using a whip on
you, but I feel that is too barbaric. Perhaps it is just what you
need, perhaps you want a barbarian.” He took a step closer to her.

“
No!”
she screamed, not wanting any more pain. “You promised that you
wouldn't hurt me.”

“
I'm
not going to let you get away with everything you want. You have to
listen to me. I am the master and you are the slave. This is how this
works. When you don't behave, I will punish you until you do.”