Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 46803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
The motion and the position make her ass press against the backs of her calves. This pressure reignites some of the sensation the collar created just a few minutes ago. I hear a slightly hissed intake of breath, and I see the wriggle of her hips as she both tries to avoid the feeling, then settles down into it.
I feel a flicker of arousal while watching her. She is very appealing in her visage and in her body. Even after illness and recovering from a wound, she has a certain vitality about her. I remind myself that I need to be careful. She has been sick. And while her attitude and her mouth are busy creating all manner of reasons for punishment and discipline, her body is unlikely to be able to handle any of it.
I have to be stern. I have to be firm. And for now, I have to be relatively gentle.
“Very good,” I praise as she does as she is told. “This does not need to be an unpleasant experience for you. When you do as you are told, you will be rewarded.”
Stella
“Oh yeah? How are you going to reward me?”
No sooner are those words out of my mouth than I feel my clit throb with heat and warmth. Holy shit. It’s the collar again, and it has found a new set of nerves to stimulate. It feels as though my clit is being suckled at by a nice, hot mouth, an agile tongue looping around the tight little bud that should be hidden from any stimulation, tucked away inside my lips, between my thighs.
He can access any part of me at any time he pleases, I realize. He can make me feel like I am being spanked. He can make me feel like my clit is being pleasured. I bet he can make me feel like I am being fucked.
I draw in a shuddering breath as the sensation abates.
“That’s…”
“That is what good girls get,” Kahn drawls, his eyes hooded as he gazes down at me, his lips curled in what I can only call carnal triumph. “And there’s more where that came from, if you want to keep being a good girl. Now. I think it is time you were dressed.”
He’s going to leave me like this. Aroused. Needy. Feeling a carnal desperation. A man would fuck me now. He’d give into his desire and he’d take me. He’d give me the power and I’d feel how much he needed to be inside me. He’d worship me. He’d make a fool of himself for me. He’d say what he had to say, do what he had to do. Anything. Anything to be with me.
I’m a virgin. I’ve never had the chance to be with any man of my choosing. My purity has been closely guarded, and though I have felt desire, there have been no opportunities to ever indulge it. This is the first time I have ever been safe enough and free enough to want someone and be able to act on it. How ironic that it is happening now that I am being held captive as an alien’s pet.
I don’t want my clothes on. I want my legs wrapped around his waist. I want his cock buried deep inside me. I want to be taken. Fuck me. He is under my skin, and he is in my head. I don’t like him. I think I might hate him. He has all the traits of the men I most loathe. He is demanding, he is dominant, he is arrogant, and he has a capacity for cruelty as shown by his decision to make this collar that allows him to punish a human without touching her.
I know him on some level. I know him in the way I know all men like him. Dominators. Creatures who seek to control and to own and to possess. It shouldn’t turn me on. It should repulse me.
“The clothing you got yourself shot in…”
“Why do you keep saying I got myself shot?”
“Because you did.”
“You always blame the victim?”
His gaze sweeps up and down my frame. “You’re not a victim. There’s not an inch of you that is a victim.”
Dammit. With two sentences he’s winning me over again.
He’s so much bigger, so very alien. He captures people as pets. He could easily see me as a weak little victim, but he doesn’t. He sees me for all the trouble I am. I like that. Makes me feel respected, even as I kneel here before him with a stinging ass and now a pussy that wants attention he clearly has no intention of giving me right now.
This is going to be more than a battle of wills between him and me. This is going to be a war of the minds and maybe of arousal. I know his species likes to fuck humans. The other girl is testament to that. They like to keep people as what he calls pets. I think that’s clearly just another term for fuck toy.