Jack found Riddick underneath the console of the refrigeration unit several hours later. She hadn't remembered getting up and going to his bed but she found that she like it there. His embrace gave her the security that she'd needed and she wondered how long it would be before he realized it too.

"Riddick?" What some coffee?" she asked holding a cup for herself.

"Sure. Can you cook?" he asked pulling out from underneath. He was filthy. She loved it.

"Yes, we are all taught to cook, clean and be obedient, oh the obedient part I seemed to always have a problem with. That was a killer. We were instructed on all the attributes of a good wife." She smirked. "Hungry?"

"Starving. So," he asked suggestively, "what other wifely things did you learn? I mean, since you've saddled me with being married, I'm gonna need to know what I'm in for."

"We learned to…Let's see," she started as she handed him a rag to wipe his face, "kiss our husbands good morning and good night. Just like this."

She leaned over, touched his arm and placed a very chaste kiss on his cheek. "Good morning Riddick. What would you like for breakfast? Yes, we have to say it just like that, oh, and smile."

Then she grinned broadly, comical and put on.

He felt her warm lips against his face and he liked it. "New rule. I want a kiss good morning and good night. I like that." He said walking towards the sink to wash up. "And, I'd like eggs, sausage and coffee. Something warm."

"You had something warm but you got up." She said her hand flying up to her face. "I shouldn't have said that."

His face was a mask of composure but inside he was wanting to take her by the waist and show her that he didn't want to get up.

"I didn't hear you properly, did I?" he purred getting in her face.

"Moving on. Next," she said putting his breakfast into the food prep. "we are to make our husbands feel comfortable by making sure they're relaxed."

She escorted him to his chair and he arched an eyebrow, "Get your mind out of the gutter Riddick. This is not about sex. Everything does not revolve around it."

"Says you." he smirked.

"Can I get back to what I was talking about?" she said standing before him with her arms crossed.

"Yes, the long list, right." He said looking at her hips.

He sat down and watched her pour him a cup of coffee. "Then we are to see to our husband's need to relax." She placed her hands, warm and soft against his shoulders and he jumped completely surprised by her touch. "Tense is bad. Ziza said that most husbands of the women in her family get into trouble if their spouses are tense and uncomfortable. She demanded that we learn to ease that problem like this."

Her hands started just behind his brain stem and worked their way down to his shoulders. "Have you ever had a massage before Riddick?"

"Uh, once, a long, uh, time, damn Jack, ago." he stammered moaning between words. "God Jack, this feels fucking amazing. New rule, do this, often."

"What's with you and the rules?" she quipped in his ear and he growled as her fingers ran down to his collarbone.

"Figured you'd like them, feel more like… Mmm. Jack…" he purred as his eyes closed again. "You're not being fair."

"And how is that Riddick?" she smiled.

"This is addictive and you know it." he said feeling her breasts against his back as she ran her fingers over his shoulders and neck.

"Yes, and it is yet another reason why I'm so expensive." She smirked. "Your breakfast is getting cold."

"It can wait." He said lolling his head forward. Just do this more.

"Moving on." She said lifting her hands away to his growl of disapproval. "Next," she said handing him his plate of hot food," We are never to eat with our husbands. Women eat with the women and the men are served while we wait."

"Jack, that shit is not happening with us." He snapped, taking a sausage link and handing it to her. It made her smile that he was so adamant.

"Good." She said taking a bite and watching him stare. "Look much?"

He looked back down and continued to eat. "Next are the rules regarding," she said waiting just long enough for him to take a sip of coffee. "sex."

He sprayed it across the table and she pretended not to notice. "Sorry, forgot that is a taboo subject, moving on."

"Wait," he said wiping her face and glaring at her. "I can talk about sex. I gotta hear what fucked up rules they have for that." He said leaning back against the chair and pointing to his neck. "Woman, back to those shoulders."

She rose obediently and said in a whisper, "Yes my lord. That's what we're to say when ordered to do something. It shows our obedience."

"Ziza told you this?" he asked moaning at her nimble fingers.

"That and more. Not only did we learn early on how to clean, cook and behave, but how to please a man. All these things will be expected when married to the men in her family. We were taught to entice our husband, then when we reached the age of maturity, we were taught to facilitate our husband's pleasure."

"Like how…ouch." He growled looking up at her. "I'm oh-so-curious now princess. You had classes…on sex and how to…How fucked up is that?"

She ignored him and began working on the knot between his shoulder blades then moved upward.

"First we were taught to dance, which you had a sneak preview of earlier. You pervert…The dance, would be done with the man watching, so that he could see what he was going to…well you get the picture."

"Yeah I do." He growled as she started to massage his temples. "Jack, you kicked ass at this too?"

"Everything but obedience, my lord." she smirked whispering it in his ear for emphasis. His growl was satisfaction enough. "My dancing was the first in a long list of reasons why I was so ridiculed. It's not my fault I did it better than the most passionate of the Mohammedan women."

"I have to agree, Jack, you're very good." He said closing his eyes again remembering how she looked moving to the music and how it was pulling all rational thought from his head. "Bet that chaffed their asses didn't it?"

He leaned up and looked at her. She was smiling a wicked smug smile. "Thought so. What else did those women say? After the dancing, then what?"

"As wives we were expected to, hey this is a nice knot you have there." She said working on it causing him to growl, angrily. "Take your shirt off, this will be easier if you do."

He debated that. Do it, she's asking for it. his beast growled. He relented, her fingers were warm and firm and he couldn't get enough of her touching him. "Jack, be good."

"I have to, don't I?" she asked smirking at him. No you don't but I do.

"Now," she said her voice a little higher than she wanted. He knew it was because she saw him without his shirt. She cleared her throat which made him smile, "Ziza, gave us instructions on how we need to be in the presence of our husbands when he would 'avail himself of his right to'…"

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"Wait let me guess," I say shaking my head. Man her hands are magic. "Flat on your back."

"No, not quite. Flat on our back, our heads turned away from his, and our veil covering our face." She corrects me.

You've got to be fucken kidding me. "No shit?"

"Nope, it gets worse. While we are pleasuring them, we cannot seek our own fulfillment. It shames the man. His needs are more important."

Now that is just plain wrong. Half the fun is making the woman scream and squirm. I'm speechless. Cause anything I say is going to get me into trouble.

"Next," she says sitting down and handing me my shirt. "we learned kissing."

"Really?" Now I'm interested in how that happened since she wasn't allowed around any men.

"Put your shirt on, it's distracting." She asks looking away.

"Now, why is that? It's just me Jack and in my defense, you told me to take it off." I say, I just had to start fucking with her again.

"Riddick. Rules can go both ways…" she smirks. Oh is that so?

"Deal with it." I growl, go there, I dare you.

"Fine. Kissing then. We were instructed on the two types of kisses, one to display affection, and the other to indicate our desire (not that we were allowed to show any) to have relations."

I have to know the difference… "How did you learn this?"

"You know…" she says shy all of a sudden, "Christ, we learned by kissing each other. Let me tell you it isn't very satisfying, not that I have anything to compare it to. Yes Riddick she made us kiss each other, eyes back in your head."

I can't help that. Jack kissing another woman. Now, I'd definitely pay to see that.

"Then we went on to mechanics. I was really not wanting to deal with that. I got books on it. Ziza made everything about the man and nothing about how good the woman could feel. Apparently its all very straight forward." She says and we're both laughing hard. "No pun intended, well maybe I did intend that."

I go and get her a cup of coffee and notice she's really shy and inward all of a sudden. How did I miss that?

"Hey, we can stop if you're uncomfortable." I suggest.

"Ziza would tell me, that I wasn't worthy to be a wife, that as an Adeni, I was a whore and should be treated like one. That I would be passed between the men and should be grateful to be in the harem. I'm no whore Riddick."

"You need to stop worrying about that old bitch." I tell her. She's next on my fucken list.

"It gets worse. Hey, you wanted to know everything. I found out on the wedding night that the brides, and there could be several, are usually drugged. It's so we won't fight back. That's why I started training. I won't let them make me lay there and let anyone spread me and hurt me."

She notices my hands fisting on the table and my jaw clenching cause I can't help the fact that what she tells me makes me want to be very violent.

"I prayed to Imam's god that you'd come and save me. Take me away and keep me safe."

I look up astounded by what she's saying. "And he did."

I put my hand on hers and she's shaking a little. What images she's had to endure, the abuse, it's been so bad and I feel terrible about leaving her. "You won't ever have to deal with them again. We can find ourselves a place and live where they'll never find us. Was it that bitch that always "instructed" you? Imam said she was evil."

"Yeah. She thought she so fucken important. She couldn't get laid in a slam if her life depended upon it. Shriveled up twat couldn't give good head if a gun was to hers." She shouts her hand flying up to her mouth; she's freaking out now and all I can do is smile.

"Hang around me kid and you'll sound like me before long." I say laughing.

But her face is very serious. "We don't matter. That's all I ever fucking heard. Deep inside I know it's bullshit, but it was so hard. I feel just like you." she says sitting down putting her hand on my bare chest. "You have a heart that beats just like mine. It rages and calms, just like mine. How could they think we couldn't matter?"

"You feel nothing like me Jack. I'm primal, not soft like you." I say to her as I get up and get more coffee. 1, 3, 5, 7, 9, the square route of 4 is 2.

"No Riddick, that's where you're wrong, I am just like you." I hear and when I turn around she was gone.