Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 36875 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 184(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 123(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36875 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 184(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 123(@300wpm)
“Do you think Computer is better at shooting than you are at evading?”
“What a blatant attempt at manipulation,” he laughs.
“It’s not an attempt at manipulation at all. It’s a challenge. One you can rise to or refuse to accept. Because you’re scared. Of a computer in the sky.”
He lets out a shout of laughter and perhaps anger. “Human! Why must you test me this way? Do you wish to hurt all over again?”
I smile and give another of my shrugs. I am enjoying my time with Manik. He is terrifying as a matter of course, but anybody who seeks to travel the universe soon comes to term with the deep and abiding existential terror that haunts every moment.
He grabs me and pulls me close. He has to lift me up almost every time so I don’t have to crane my neck quite so far back to look at him.
“I think you do want to hurt. I think you want me to be the rock you dash yourself against like the ocean dashes herself against the shore. I think you want me to break you.” He leans in close, his voice close to a whisper. “You will not be disappointed.”
I feel a thrill rush through me, one that only intensifies when he sits down and takes me over his knee. This is such a juvenile position for a human, but for Manik it is just a matter of convenience. I let out a sound that probably should be one of fear, or at the very least a plea for mercy. It should not be a high-pitched giggle of amusement.
“Unzip yourself,” he orders. He has forgotten to draw the fastening that holds my suit against my body down, and so now it is left to me to bare myself for him.
“Lazy,” I mutter under my breath, earning myself a sharp slap to both my cheeks at the same time.
* * *
Manik
She is a cocky little thing, and that cockiness makes me curious in the extreme. It also makes me want to punish her until she cries for me. It is possible to have great affection for a woman and also want to bring her to heel. This human brings out this instinct in me more than anybody I have ever met.
“Lazy? Let me show you how very hard I am capable of working,” I growl, unleashing a volley of slaps on her still covered rear before yanking the covering down and exposing her pretty, smooth flesh. Humans are so devoid of natural patterning or much in the way of hue variation — though the latter criticism can be remedied by striking them the way I am striking this one. Her skin deepens and pinkens with every slap I deal to her squirming cheeks. “If there is any work harder than taming a mouthy human, I am yet to encounter it.”
She laughs. Right in the midst of her yelps and her yowls, she laughs at me. I find myself both respecting her spirit and being more motivated than ever to break it.
It is better with her bare. When she is bare there is nowhere for her to hide and I can see the effect every touch has on her immediately. I can also see the secondary effects, the way her hips start to grind and her legs spread and she emits that sweet scent of human desire.
I have missed female company. Actually, missed is too small a word. I have craved it. I dreamed of the day I might return to civilization without the label of Mad Butcher and take a female for my own. Coincidence and terrible bounty hunting practices have bought me this female, and I intend to be very careful with her.
I let my hand fall, catching her upraised cheeks with a very satisfying slap. Punishing her for her insolence is very satisfying, just as I knew it would be. What begins with attitude could turn into real rebellion if we are not careful, and I intend on being very careful with her.
“You will speak with respect, and you will obey me in all things. I am more than your mate. I am your master. I am the one who owns you. And you will…”
“Are you trying to think of another word for obey?”
I have to be so careful with the force I use. She’s so sassy and so very deserving of punishment. When she interrupts my lecturing to mouth off, I know I am not being harsh enough with her.
So I grab a strap, a lash made of leather. It was to secure clothing, but it will do nicely as a means to punish this disobedient human. Using this, I am free of the burden of worrying about hurting her. I am free to lash her deserving bottom with all the intensity she needs.