Page 32 of Warped
CHAPTER 31: TRAVEN
“F ive thousand cases of Cabernet Sauvignon… Seven thousand cases of Riesling… Two thousand of Pinot Noir…”
I’m in a big, fancy office on Caldera, slouching in an overstuffed leather chair and listening to the insurance adjuster who is sitting on the other side of her desk rattling off a list of all the stuff we lost when we dumped our cargo in the Warp.
At least, I’m trying to listen.
The truth is, even though there’s a shitload of money at stake, I’m having trouble concentrating on what the adjuster is saying. The cause for my distraction is the other woman in the room. The one who’s sitting right beside me in a leather chair that matches my own.
Binx.
My beautiful, sexy, naughty Binx.
Her dark hair hangs loose around her shoulders, and her blue eyes flash like a pair of sapphires whenever they catch the sunlight coming in through the Venetian blinds at the side of the office. She’s wearing a slinky black dress that me and Rek bought for her yesterday, and it shows off all of her perfect, feminine curves. That dress cost a pretty penny, but I’m seriously considering ripping it to shreds and bending her over the desk so I can fuck her right here in front of the insurance adjuster and anyone else who might come walking into the office to see what all the commotion’s about.
We’ve been out of the Warp for a couple weeks now, but Binx’s still got me bricked up so hard I can barely stand it. I don’t even give a shit about the money at this point. I just want this meeting to be over with so we can go back to the hotel and I can take out my frustration on her tight little pussy while Rek pounds her tight little ass.
Speaking of Rek, my best bro is sitting in a third chair on the other side of Binx, and based on the way he’s fidgeting in his seat, I’d say he’s having as much trouble focusing as I am.
“Four thousand cases of Sirah,” the insurance adjuster drones on. “Eight thousand of Merlot…”
Fuck. We dumped a ton of stuff, didn’t we? Not that I care about it. I would happily dump an entire universe’s worth of cargo if that’s what I had to do to keep Binx safe. I would start wars. I would blow up planets.
Luckily, none of that will be necessary, at least not for the time being.
After coming through the Warpgate two weeks ago, we immediately got in touch with our connection in the Caldera Planetary Defense Force. Binx showed him the files on her datastick, and from there, things moved pretty quick. Every ship coming through the Warpgate was searched thoroughly, and all of the Gaia Group’s doomsday devices were uncovered and disabled. We know how many there were, because that information was all included in the messages Binx found.
Once the news got out about the Gaia Group’s plan, even their government connections couldn’t save them. As of this morning, half the board of directors are in jail, and the other half— unwilling to face the consequences for their actions—are dead by their own hands.
As for that little twerp, Stanley, well… we know what happened to him.
I would’ve liked to kill that little fucker myself, but I guess I’ll have to settle for watching him get eaten by an interdimensional squid.
The global government of Caldera gave us a nice, fat monetary reward for saving their planet. They also helped us retrieve the missing pieces of the Nomad . The ship is currently undergoing repairs at the best spaceport in the sector, absolutely free of charge. It should be ready to fly again in another week or two.
And as an icing on the cake, the government is working with our insurance company to make sure we are fully reimbursed for the cargo we lost. Hence this little meeting today.
And the neverending list.
“Alright,” says the insurance adjuster as she scrolls through the tablet in front of her. “That covers all of the cargo you lost in the Warp. Now let’s move on to personal effects.”
She stops, and her face reddens.
“Oh… Oh my .”
“Is there a problem?” Binx asks nonchalantly.
The woman lifts her eyes from the tablet to look at Binx. Then she glances back and forth at me and Rek.
“No!” she blurts out, obviously flustered by the list. “No problem at all. Let’s see here…” She reads off the list, her blush deepening with each new item she recites. “Six sets of anal beads, two leather riding crops, four ball gags, seven paddles for spanking, one custom made dildo, five gallons of water-based lubricant?”
She raises her eyes, as if to ask if that last item is correct. Before Rek or I can answer, Binx just smiles sweetly and says, “The first rule of anal is that you can never have too much lube…”
She places one hand on my thigh and the other on Rek’s.
“… especially when your partners are as well-endowed as mine.”
The adjuster’s eyes get as wide as two dinner plates.
“I… I see .”
She quickly bows her head back down to her tablet and continues reading off the lost items from our sex toy collection. It takes her several minutes to get through all of it, and I barely hear a word. My attention is all on Binx, and my mind is already back at our hotel suite.
By the time the adjuster finishes reading the lurid list, her brow is speckled with sweat.
“I… I believe that’s everything,” she says.
“Wait,” says Binx. “I think that list is missing a few things.” She turns to Rek. “What about that set of anal plugs you purchased at the waystation?”
Rek just smirks at our naughty little mate.
“Sweetheart, I don’t think we need those plugs anymore, do you?”
“Speak for yourself, dear,” Binx says. “If it were up to me, I would have both of your cocks inside me all the time.” She looks at the adjuster and smiles sweetly. “But of course, that just isn’t practical, so I need a more discreet option when I’m out in public.”
She then goes on to describe the anal plugs in great detail, so the adjuster can add them to the list.
After that, we go through all the kitchen appliances, exercise equipment, lounge furniture, clothing. The woman behind the desk gives us the total, which is more than generous, and a minute later, the credits are sent to our account, just like that. It’s probably the easiest insurance payout in the history of the universe. Of course, the fact that we pretty much saved the entire planet helps to grease the wheels a little. Hell, we’re friggin’ heroes.
But Binx is the real hero.
Without her, none of this would have happened.
As we’re heading out, the insurance adjuster calls Binx back to her desk for a moment. Rek and I wait by the door as the two women talk in voices too low for us to hear. Binx scribbles something down on a piece of paper, and the woman behind the desk smiles and thanks her profusely.
“What was that all about?” I ask once we’re out in the hall.
“Oh, she was just asking how the three of us met, so I told her about WarpSeekers.”
Rek chuckles. “Maybe she’s considering a new career in the Warp?”
“She’ll be good at it,” Binx says with a grin. “She’s hot.”
Was she? Hell, I didn’t even notice. In the past, I would have paid attention to such things, but these days I only have eyes for Binx. There’s not a woman in the whole universe who can top her.
“So, where to now?” Binx asks.
“Hotel,” I say. “Naturally.”
Binx pouts. “Fine. I just wish we could spend more time outside, that’s all. The beaches here are supposed to be beautiful.”
Rek feigns surprise.
“Has our insatiable little woman finally had her fill of sex?”
She gives me a naughty smile.
“We can have sex on the beach, you know.”
“Right out in public?” I ask. “In front of everybody?”
“Let them watch,” she says, as she reaches out both of her hands to stroke Rek’s bulge and my own. “I want the whole world to see how hard you guys make me come.”
It’s all I can do to keep from shoving her up against the wall and fucking her right here in the hallway.
“The beach sounds nice,” Rek says. “But I think we’d better stay inside as much as possible, at least until this business with the Gaia Group has blown over.”
“You really think they’re going to try to get me?” Binx asks.
“I don’t wanna risk it,” Rek says. “At least not for the time being.”
Binx rolls her eyes and sighs.
“Fine, but I think you’re being overprotective. Nobody from the Gaia Group is going to try to get revenge. There’s no money in it.”
She’s probably right.
Still, we’re not gonna risk it. Binx is just too damn precious.
I stop in my tracks, grab her by the arm, and turn her to face me. Her blue eyes are filled with that old familiar defiance that never fails to set my balls on fire.
“Binx,” I say. “You’re much too careless to be left to your own devices.”
“So what are you going to do about it?” she asks. “Spank me?”
A group of office workers are passing us in the hallway. They gasp audibly.
“Naturally,” I say. “As soon as we get back to the hotel, I’m gonna spank your behind until it’s nice and red. Then I’m gonna fuck it hard and deep. Me and Rek are gonna fill you up with cum from both ends.”
Down the hall, one of the office workers swoons like she’s going to faint.
“Okay,” Binx says. “You’ve convinced me. Let’s go back to the hotel.”
“I’m not finished,” I tell her. “Like I said, you’re too impetuous to be left to your own devices, so me and Rek are gonna make you our full-time mate.”
Her eyes get a little wider.
“Have you discussed this with Rek?”
“Don’t need to. I know how Rek feels about you, and he knows how I feel too.”
Binx looks back at Rek. He smiles and nods. She looks at me again, with a smile of her own slowly spreading across her lips.
“Wait… are you guys… proposing to me?”
“Nope. A proposal is a question. What I’m telling you right now is a statement. We’re gonna make you our mate, Binx, whether you like it or not.”
Her ear-to-ear grin tells me that she does.