Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 43557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
I am owned. It does not need to be said, because I feel it in the submissive stretching of my inner walls. I grasp for him to steady myself and to connect with him. I am trying to hold onto him, hold onto anything resembling sanity. I feel like I am losing my mind with pleasure.
“You are a bad, impulsive, rebellious little brat,” he lectures me as he fucks me. His chastisement is as erotic as hell. Every accusation he makes is true enough, and I hear the affection in his voice as well as the dominant desire to break me of them. He surges over me, inside me. He stretches me and he fills me. My clit grinds up against his punishing pubic bone and I start to come again, hard.
“I’m so fucking sorry, you’re so fucking hot,” I gasp. “I can’t help myself. I can’t stop what… I… fuckk…”
He rides me through the orgasm hard, absolving me of all my temperamental sins with the pounding of his cock. I don’t know if I am being punished or pleasured, or both.
“Don’t be sorry,” Zayne growls as he slams into me, his cock buried deep inside me as his alien seed spills inside me, filling me up all the way to the very brim with hot blue cum. “Be mine.”
Be his. I can do that. I can be his. Forever.
“It’s going to be okay,” he tells me in the aftermath of our lovemaking. “I’m going to make this okay for you, and for me.”
There’s a slight edge to his voice, and that worries me. The kind of sex we just had should never need to be followed up by reassurances. I was feeling absolutely protected and entirely belonging to him until he reminded me of all the wider implications of our dalliance.
We are not free to be together. We are not free in any way. We are owned, the both of us, in different ways.
I sit up, pulling the covers up to my armpits.
‘What have we done?” I am absolutely drenched in alien cum. I know we are being reckless, in many ways. “What we’re doing is wrong, and it’s against our contracts, which might be worse.” I look up at him. “They’re going to know. Everybody is going to know. And when everybody knows, Simon will know. And when Simon knows…”
“Let me worry about Simon,” Zayne says. “It’s not your job to worry anymore. It’s your job to do as I tell you, and nothing more. By the way, you are banned from all television, and all social media. You are not capable of healthily interacting with any of it. It drives your kind mad. You will no longer follow the whims of those who do not have your best interests at heart.”
“Does that include Simon?”
“It does not,” he says. “We have to tolerate Simon.”
Simon can’t tolerate me, so I suppose that puts us all in good stead. I’ll perform, I’ll fuck Zayne, and we’ll all live happily ever after. It’s all fine. Except for my aching ass. Zayne was not playing. He thrashed me properly. I think I will be sore for a very long time.
There’s a sudden knock at the door, followed by a call. “Room service!”
Pulling on his pants, Zayne gets up to open it. Room service sounds good. I could really do with something to eat. And maybe some ice for my ass. How nice of Zayne to think to order before he started whipping me from here to the next nebula. I watch his back ripple as he pulls his boots on. God he’s hot, and caring, and so damn nice.
My eyes don’t leave him for even a single second as he crosses the room. This whole place must stink of sex, given there’s no window to open because I cannot be trusted with windows anymore.
“What did you order?” Zayne asks the question.
I’m confused for a second, and that delays my answer. His hand is already turning the knob when I reply. “Nothing.”
I see his expression change, but it is too late. A grenade has been rolled through the partially open door and it is already churning smoke. In less than a second there is a large BANG and a bright flash. I am immediately blinded and deafened. I might be screaming, I don’t know. Anything could be happening.
My vision returns before my hearing does. I see what happens through a blur. There are three heavily armored and highly armed soldiers. They look human in shape but I can’t be entirely sure what they are because so much of their bodies are obscured by the heavy plates designed to keep them safe from the consequences of their actions.
They have weapons, laser weapons that are not designed to do anything besides kill. I don’t know if I am being kidnapped or what, but I see those weapons leveled at Zayne. One is discharged, a bright yellow bolt of laser energy hitting him in the midsection.