“I didn’t have to. Some things are just obvious. I know what you need, pet. And the first thing is to be held to account for trying to leave without me. Now come here and let me put you over my knee.”
She blushes even more intensely, but it won’t stop me from doing just as I said. I take her by the hand, and I let my hand make gentle, but firm contact with her rear.
I like the way her ass feels under my hand. I like how soft, round, and yielding it is. I sit on the bed and I pull her over my lap.
She does not fight, because I have her mentally pinned as well as physically. She won’t feel it as anything other than a firm touch, but it will be effective. Her simple human brain makes this easy. I decide to see if I can interface with her with a thought.
Stay still for me, pet,I think to her.Be a good girl and take the discipline you need. I am not like the ones you fled from. I will not leave you to your own devices, or send you off as a sacrifice. You are mine now. My little stray. I have found you, and I am going to claim you.
She might not be able to hear my words inside her mind, but she can sense the feeling they are designed to impart.
She settles over my thighs nicely, and softly compared to how she was just moments ago. There is submission and elegance in her movements as I peel the lower parts of her snug uniformdown over her thighs, exposing the soft rounds of her human ass.
I draw in a breath of appreciation as she undulates over my thighs. This is such a primitive way to handle another being, but I knew she would respond to it, and the sensations I feel coming from her are already delicious.
I didn’t think I’d be interested in sex for another thousand years or so. After the rigors of being held prisoner and experiencing experiments designed in clumsy painful ways, I thought I would need a long time to recover. But something about this little human is deeply rejuvenating.
I close my eyes for a moment, and I remind myself that those who hurt me could very well no longer exist if I so desired it enough. I have the power to remove their bloodlines from the continuum of space and time. It is frowned upon for a Psyon to use their power in such a way, but I am starting to think it should be the cost of trapping one of my kind. Complete and total devastation.
She whimpers and wriggles, almost as if she is trying to remind me that she is here and ready to be handled. I sense quite a lot of receptivity in my pet. She doesn’t want to be treated as though she is a weak little creature who can be carried off at a moment’s notice, but she likes feeling smaller and held and entirely contained and controlled. I know this because her body is emitting a series of pheromones that strongly indicate her enjoyment.
I let my hand rub lightly over her cheeks. She is so soft. So delicate. I will have to be careful not to hurt her when I spank her.
“When I give you an order, pet, you must obey it,” I say, lifting my palm and letting it fall with enough force to ensure that there’s sting.
Her little yelp tells me I achieved what I wanted to. I want it to be sharp enough to get her attention. I want her to remember this next time she is considering becoming a disobedient problem.
“You didn’t give me an order!”
“You’re right. I’ll give you one now. Don’t ever run off without me. Ever. If I leave you somewhere, you stay there. I am going to keep you safe. I am going to show you parts of the universe no other human has ever seen. I am going to look after you in every way you can imagine. The cost of all of that is obedience. It is the price you will pay whether you like that or not.”
“I don’t get a choice?”
“Pets do not get to choose their owners, pet. Pets are taken, the way you have been.” I smooth my hand over her cheeks, then smack her again. The sensation is pleasing. The way her flesh bounces beneath my hand makes my cock twitch with growing arousal.
I want to be inside her, but first I am going to make sure she understands her place with me. I want her to feel it in her body. These words are effective for stoking her responses, but she won’t really know anything until each and every one of her cells knows it. That is how humans are. They are beautifully physical creatures able to turn thought into matter with an uncanny ability.
Most alien species regard humans as primitive because of their limited mental telepathy abilities, and their reliance on physicalcommunication styles. Sound, for instance. Barely any alien species use sound anymore. But humans are addicted to it.
I am enjoying the sounds she is making too. She is incredibly expressive. All she has are the physical movements of this darling body, and the sounds she can make, and she uses both to alluring advantage. My species tends to be very still during mating because the psychic connection is so strong. Usually there is no movement at all after insertion has occurred. It was not that way at all when she and I mated. The urge to thrust and ravage her was uncontrollable.
Changing to suit her needs is no hardship. Every moan, every movement, every drifting scent of pheromone-laced need makes me want her more. It seems to me as if she is sex incarnate, a perfect creature made for mating.
“Do you need to be mated again, pet?”
“Uhm…” She doesn’t know how to respond, because she does not know what being mated truly means.
“Had you had sex before, pet? Had you lain with a man?”
She makes a grunting sound that could go either way. It does not really matter. She could have been with several human men. It does not compare in any way to what it is like being taken by me.
“You were a virgin to me,” I growl down at her, squeezing her hot ass. “What we did before? That was the first time I took you, and the last time you lie with anyone besides me. I own you now.”
She makes a soft little whimper of human excitement, and arches her hips up to me. She is offering herself again, but she still does not truly understand what it is I am saying to her.
“When humans marry, it is until death do they part. When a Psyon claims his mate, it is for eternity.”
I educate her while she writhes for me prettily. I have let my hand drop a little lower between her legs, and started to tease the tender chalice that will soon be mine again.
