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)
It occurs to me that I do have some technology that might help in this situation. It is experimental, and I know she’ll loathe it, but I need her under control. So far I clearly have no control at all.
I open a drawer in my room that I did not imagine I would be opening anytime soon. There is a device inside, a rather unassuming little piece of equipment. When this was designed, it was quickly considered to be far too intense a punishment for all but the most resistant pets. Kahn and I had a better eye for potential pets, and so it remained something we never used on any of those we trained for the market.
There is the sound of water and splashing and a fair amount of grumbling and cursing as I wait. I will give my pet some credit, she has actually followed my instructions and is washing herself.
A few minutes later, she struts out of the bathroom, naked and glistening with remnants of bathwater. She is beautiful, a curvaceous creature without remorse or obvious conscience. A pretty little monster. My pretty little monster.
She sees the device immediately, just as I intended.
“What is that? Looks like a dildo.”
“It is a toy of sorts, pet. Would you like to play with it?”
I am using her cockiness against her, and I can see instantly in her eyes that she is going to take the bait.
Jen
What Ark’s got looks like a dildo with a few extra pieces. Seems there’s a bit that tickles the clit, and another extrusion ready to slide into the butt. It looks like a filthy fucking toy, and hell yeah I want to play with it.
“Lie down on the bed on your back,” Ark orders.
He puts the toy down into some kind of case by the bed and takes the opportunity to remove his shirt. I love the way his belly looks, rippling with muscles bordered by scales. He is dangerous and handsome as hell, and I cannot resist him. I did not get to see him properly naked yet. This is the first time I am beholding him in all his true alien glory — and it is glorious. There is an unscaled swathe of chest and belly, and they are powerfully built. These aliens are built for battle, but they act like they’re knitting circle members. I know Arkan has a primal side. I want to see it. I want to feel it. I want him to fuck me with it.
“And the pants too?” I make the suggestion with an arch little giggle.
He raises a brow, and for a second I think he is going to refuse, but he obliges me, stripping as naked as I am. As I see his thighs and thick alien cock come into view, I forget about everything remotely resembling trouble. He is the sexiest thing I have ever seen. He has thick legs, scaled on the outside and up around his pubic region. The base of his cock has light scales, and the rest of it is a rapidly engorging rod that I remember from feel if not from sight.
When I take in all of him from the top of his flowing blue hair, to his golden gaze, to the slight shine of feral tusks and then a body made for aggression and defense in equal measure, I forget about absolutely everything other than my raw desire for him.
“Lay down.” He reminds me of his earlier order, and I do not hesitate to obey.
I crawl up onto the large bed on hands and knees and lie down on my back looking up at him, preparing myself for pleasure. He and I both know that I really deserve a reward for what I did today. I helped him talk to his brother — it was pretty awkward between them before I spoke up. And I definitely helped him when I punched his enemy.
I am feeling very much in control now. He will serve me sexually. He will give me pleasure, and we will give up this pretense of pet and master now that he knows what I am capable of.
Blue hair falls forward over his muscular shoulders and I fucking melt as he crawls onto the end of the bed. The head of his cock is spearing toward me even at a distance. I crave him inside me, and I can see from the lust in his eyes that he wants me just as much. There is an intensity in his gaze as he crawls toward me, this big, fanged alien predator who lives his life in a veneer of political respectability. I see the animal in him, and I see how he wants to break the wild thing in me. He wants me kept. He wants me contained. He wants me leashed. He wants me caged.