Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 149470 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 598(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 149470 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 598(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
“No, little one.” He was looming over me now with a stern look on his face. “Don’t close your legs—let me see,” he commanded me.
“But why?” I protested, keeping my legs tightly closed.
“Because I am your Master and I said so,” Sir rumbled. “Your training begins now and part of it is that I will look at or touch any part of your body at any time I deem it necessary.” He raised his eyebrows at me. “Now are you going to spread your legs or are we going to start the day with a punishment?”
For a minute I wasn’t sure what I was going to do. Then a little voice whispered in my head,
Remember the plan! He’s not going to trust you enough to take you out on other planets where you can find a way to escape if you’re disobedient.
I knew the little voice was right, but it was extremely difficult to make myself spread my thighs for my Master. Still, somehow I did it, though I was nearly nibbling a hole in my bottom lip as I did.
“Hmmm… Lights medium,” Sir said as he leaned over me.
Immediately the blue glow in the room took on a more golden hue and became a bit brighter—not blinding but strong enough to see by.
I was lying on my back and Sir was kneeling over me. He put his big hands on either one of my inner thighs, spreading them wider. Then, very gently, he used his thumbs to part my outer pussy lips.
“Hmmm,” he said again, frowning. “You certainly get very wet in response to stimulation, little one.”
“I…I couldn’t help it!” I blurted, my cheeks burning. “I…I’ve never felt much of anything down…down there before. I mean, not until you took me. And now, I…I feel too much! I mean, it feels too good and I’m just not used to it!”
“Is that right?” Sir raised an eyebrow at me in apparent surprise. “You’ve never felt anything in response to sexual stimulation before? Not even with your mate-to-be?”
“No,” I admitted miserably, because there didn’t seem to be any point in lying.
“But did he ever touch your pleasure button?” Sir demonstrated by slipping one long finger into my wet folds and gently circling my aching clit.
“N-no,” I panted as sparks of pure pleasure began to course through my entire body. “I mean yes—yes he did,” I corrected myself. I could barely think by now—his gentle touch was driving me crazy. “But it didn’t…didn’t feel like much of anything. I felt…felt numb between my legs,” I admitted.
“Hmmm,” Sir murmured for a third time. He was still circling my clit thoughtfully with one finger and I could feel the pleasure building inside me as it never had before. “You don’t seem to be numb now,” he pointed out.
“No—now I feel too much,” I repeated. Or maybe not enough, since I had yet to come, despite his gentle stimulation.
“Your soft little pussy is getting extremely wet, little one,” he remarked. “Spread a little wider and let me see.”
Wordlessly, I opened even more for him. I barely had words to describe all the feelings that were flowing over me—longing, need, desire—yet they were mixed with resentment because he was doing what he wanted with me, not because I had asked him to, but because he thought he was my “Master” and that gave him a right to touch my body. But at the same time, I really needed to come.
To say I had mixed feelings was definitely an understatement.
“Yes, very wet indeed,” Sir murmured and the long finger slid down to circle the mouth of my pussy and then to slip gently inside me, just as he had the night before when he was washing me. He looked up at me. “And you say you’ve never had this physical response before to sexual stimulation?” He seemed to find it hard to believe.
“N-no,” I stuttered, unable to lie. “N-never.”
My whole body was trembling with need by now. It felt like someone had put a rubber band inside my lower belly and they were pulling it tighter and tighter and at any moment—if he would just start petting my clit again—it might snap!
But did I want it to snap? Did I want to let my alien captor make me come and give me my very first orgasm?
I didn’t know.
“Your nipples are growing tight too,” Sir observed, reaching up with his other hand to gently tweak one of my aching points as casually as he might brush a lock of hair from my face. “In fact, your whole body seems to be responding—no wonder my candalla thought you were a candidate for breeding.”
“Yeah—no…no wonder,” I panted, wondering how much longer this was going to continue. He seemed to think he was only examining my body and learning my responses, but to me it felt like he was teasing me sexually—keeping me right on the brink and denying me a release I desperately needed.