Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 47529 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 158(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47529 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 158(@300wpm)
When he has me naked, he props one foot up on the lowest rung of the great many stairs and proceeds to put me over his thigh. My hips become a treacherous fulcrum and my ass is treated to a flurry of sharp slaps that make me wail for mercy I will not receive, and I would not accept.
The pain is beginning to intensify to new levels. I am aching, yet far from chastened. My skin stings. So does my pride.
“You are already bright red, on the verge of bruising, and still need so much punishing,” he growls, his hand pressed against my rear.
I love hearing the frustration in his voice. This alien really thought he had me back there in the store. He thought I was so sorry, so broken, and all for a little soap and spanking. He knows better now.
There is an energy between us, a friction between human and alien, dominant force and unwilling submission. He can make me do what he wants, but that’s not really what he wants. He wants me to want to do what he wants, and I won’t give him that.
I feel his fingers shift, brushing lightly and perhaps even accidentally between my thighs. The seam of my lips tingles with the touch of his scaled alien fingertips.
He’s supposed to be punishing me, but I suddenly don’t feel punished anymore. I still feel sore, and small, but there is a welling of warmth and excitement between my legs and in the lowest parts of my belly. The pain that felt like it was becoming too much to bear suddenly becomes something else, a source of sexual energy.
“You are soaked,” he says, pressing his fingertips more firmly against my sex, moving them in slow circles which makes the wetness between my lower lips spread even further.
It has been a long time since anybody touched me this way, and though I may hate what he has done to me in every sense, I cannot deny that I enjoy what he is doing now. The tension of my weeks of captivity is being greatly relieved by having my pussy played with.
“Do you enjoy punishment, pet?”
His question is low, growled, and rushes to the core of me. Yes. An inner voice cries out silently. Yes, I love being punished. It is a voice that surprises me to hear. I thought I hated punishment. I thought I hated him for daring to discipline me. But that was before he lit the tinder of my arousal.
The worst thing about this alien is how he makes me fight my own instincts. It’s not just him I have to resist. It’s everything in me, my every reaction, every need, every desire.
“I see,” he says, as if he has heard me. I didn’t say a word.
I know these aliens can read minds, but there has never been any indication that he could sense mine. Humans are supposed to be too simple and have nothing in the way of telepathic powers, but he just read my mind as if I were one of his own species.
“Do you want to be mated, pet?”
The question sinks through me and creates another rush of arousal which coats his fingers and makes the caressing of my pussy even more pleasurable. We are caught in a mutual feedback loop of desire, or at least I am. I don’t know if he is just enjoying toying with me, treating me like a bad little pet, taking advantage of the arousal he has stoked in me.
I don’t answer, not verbally, or mentally. I am too busy biting my lower lip and trying not to hump his thigh like a bitch in heat. He is making me feel like an animal with no self-control. I am being made to feel what he wants me to feel. His fingertips are spreading me now, parting my lower lips to expose the entrance to my body. One of his other fingers begins to probe, sliding into the tight entrance, pushing inside me, claiming me in a way no alien has ever dared claim me.
“Is this why you have been so impossible to tame? Are you in need of a good, hard mating?”
He asks the question as he buries his digit in my pussy. I feel my lips gripping his scaled finger, my hips arching back and forth, grinding my clit against the hard line of his alien leg. I am acting like an animal does, and I know it.
I want him.
He slides me off his lap and puts me on my knees on the steps of his big mansion. I look up the great stone vector, and I feel him part my thighs from behind. He is positioning me, getting me ready to be…
I want him inside me.
I want him to fuck me.