Never Submit! The Swarii Brides, Book One
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“Well, well. Thank Thorton for his never-ceasing campaign to make you an engineer, second-class, Mrs. Masterson.”
Her head cocked to the side as if she had trouble processing the information. “Second class?” she finally peeped, looking hurt.
“Second class is higher than fifth,” Peyton reminded. “Which is entry-level…” he looked at Graham with a confused expression.
Graham sighed grumpily. “Thorton reminded me that there’s no such thing as a fifth-class engineer that can fix a radiator, let alone with a pair of tweezers… I mean, that ‘test’ was a joke, Ellie! For God sakes, you weren’t supposed to actually do it! It’s just something made up to get engineers thinking about resourcefulness…”
Ellie smirked at how incredulous Graham was about this whole thing. Somehow, and completely by accident, she had put Graham very much against the wall when it came to hiring her on. He could no longer say she didn’t have the experience. He couldn’t claim that she wasn’t resourceful. He couldn’t say that she wasn’t the most promising engineer in the fleet. But he really, really didn’t want to admit it. Still, facts were facts. She was in.
“So, you’re going to let me work with you? You mean, you’ll have to deal with your wife on a twenty-four-hour basis? How will you ever manage, Captain?” she teased, forcing a straight face although she was practically shaking with excitement.
He rolled his eyes. “It’s not that. I’m looking forward to more time with you. I mean, my father’s totally pissed up to the hilt about it—he wanted to keep you here, but he can’t argue with the fact that you coined the phrase, ‘human rigging’, and that you might prove to be indispensable. Especially since Thorton wants to go into mothership command in the next year or two, and he leaves big shoes to fill.
“But,” he continued, stepping up to her and wagging his finger at her. “I’m in charge of your safety, remember, and if you think I’m a strict husband, think again. I’m a much stricter captain. I’m giving Thorton a strip of leather, and he’ll use it if you even think about doing anything even close to unsafe. And you do not want to cross me. Give ME an excuse to use you as an example, and I will,” he threatened seriously. “You will have to learn to actually follow orders; cute’s only gonna get you so far. You are going to hate me as a boss.”
She climbed over the back of the couch and snuggled into his chest. “Well, I’m definitely not going to call you ‘Boss’,” she admitted. “Not my style…”
He grumbled but then scooped his arms around her waist. “So you don’t mind having to submit to my authority both at work and at home, then?” he asked playfully, raising his eyebrows with amusement.
Her body cried, ‘Looking forward to it!’ and began to ache with need. But she comfortably shifted the thought to her mind. “Submit?” she snorted. “Humans don’t submit.”
“Really? Then what do humans do? Mutiny?” he smirked at the idea, although he was certainly focused on her answer.
“No. Humans never submit,” she kissed him playfully on the nose. “We love.”
He kissed her. “Well, learn how to love to avoid spankings, and we’ll be good to go.”
“Well, since you’ve introduced the idea… Maybe I should get in trouble more often. I haven’t had any of this ‘bad-girl’ sex you’ve spoken about,” she reminded mischievously. She had only earned short spankings and swats—lots of them, but she hadn’t done anything serious enough to require more than one more stretch session since her first day on the mothership.
“Oh, I’ll be sure to teach you all about it,” he assured, his voice a velvety rumble.
“This is gross. Where’s your decency, you guys?” Peyton asked, rolling his eyes up towards the couple now wrapped up in each other and kissing.
Ellie couldn’t help but chuckle. She looked over at Peyton and said, “Payback’s a bitch, isn’t it?”
“Well, I was hoping you’d want to pay back the Frians by kicking butt on our next mission. Not by ear-raping me with your gory details,” admitted Peyton.
“Oh, I’ll pay back the Frians,” she assured, but then rolled her head back towards Graham and jumped playfully onto him, wrapping her legs around his waist. “But for now, I have a mission for Graham. Take us to our bedroom?” she giggled, loving how Graham was strong enough to carry her out of the lounge like she was a small doll.
“In what universe does an engineer second class order around a captain?” he asked her, smiling excitedly.
“In this universe,” she replied, her face full of joy. “In this universe, anything’s possible!”
“Anything’s possible with you around,” Graham replied with a laugh. “Can’t wait to see what tomorrow will bring.”
She shook her head. “Don’t worry about tomorrow—I’m focused on tonight.”
“And tonight’s going to last a long, long time,” he agreed as the couple disappeared into the bedroom and closed the door behind them. Yep—their next mission was going to be interesting, that Ellie knew, but having Graham in her bed every night was going to be worth the misadventures and war that ultimately lay ahead. In any case, as soon as they were alone in the bedroom together, she forgot all about it. She was loved and respected. She also knew she’d be well-disciplined, but it didn’t matter. She was free, and she was happy, and she was in love with Graham Masterson.
The End
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Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
The End