Instead of answering me, he shuts the door to the room, grips me by the back of the neck, and smacks my butt hard enough to make me yowl. His hand is large enough to make contact with both cheeks at once, so the sting and heat swims across the entire seat of my rear.
“What was that for?” I whine the question while gripping my rear with both hands.
“Just making sure it worked,” he smiles. “I’m going to need to be able to discipline you, aren’t I?”
“Why?”
“Because you’re my pet, and I can already tell you’re going to be feisty.”
“I’ll fucking tell you what else you should be able to tell, you big, blue…”
I stop swearing at him as he reaches for me, slides my hands away from my ass, and rubs my cheeks to soothe some of the sting out of them.
“Settle,” he says. “I know captivity isn’t easy, and I know you won’t adapt to it quickly, but I want you to feel that I am capable of keeping you well disciplined, pet.”
Now I am starting to freak out. The haze or whatever it was that brought me calmly onto the ship is fading, broken by that hard slap that jolted me to my senses.
“I’m gonna go,” I say. “I’m not a pet. I’m a person, and…”
He picks me up and presses me against the ship wall. He presses his leg in between mine, and uses the fulcrum of my crotch to keep me in position. I draw in a deep breath, somewhat shocked and very excited by this physical turn of events. My pussy presses right against the hard ridge of his thigh and I feel my clit tingling in response.
“This is better for talking,” he says. “I like to keep my hands free.”
They go to my hips and keep me still. At the same time, he flexes his thigh muscle against my pussy, and I feel a pulse of excitement rush through me. He’s making me aroused, and that’s not fair because I have a long history of not being able to think when I’m turned on. The things I did when I was younger just because I was ovulating are enough to fill several diaries. It’s a wonder I never got pregnant.
“You’re cute. You’re sexy. You’re smart. And you’re brave,” he says. “So I’m going to keep you for my own. If you do not like that, I can mate you until you feel better about it. I am well endowed, and you will be guaranteed to enjoy it.”
He says it so bluntly, and the fact that he is handsome and muscular and his features are chiseled goes a long way toward making it a bearable statement.
“I wouldn’t recommend keeping me,” I say. “It’s not a good idea to keep wild things. Except not sentient ones.”
“You will be my pet,” he says. “I will look after you. I will make sure you don’t get stuck in any booby-trapped shuttles, and that you don’t get captured.”
“That’s because you already captured me,” I point out.
“That’s right,” he growls softly. “I already captured you, and I intend to keep you.”
It’s very sexy, and I suppose there’s something to be said for letting him have his way with me. I try to fight my way through the spell he is casting on me, and my own desire that is just as effective and maybe even more problematic.
“But…”
“Shhh,” he says. “Let me show you what it will be like.”
He nuzzles my neck and I feel his teeth glancing over my skin. He could be very dangerous, if he wanted to be. I remember how he ripped through the hull of my ship as if it were made of cardboard. He has those big, thankfully retractable claws too. I am in as much danger as I have ever been with anybody when I am in his presence, and yet I am starting to feel remarkably safe.
“I’m going to bite, just a little,” he says. “Don’t move.”
“Wha…”
He lowers his head to my neck. I feel myself turning my head to allow him to access that delicate part. I don’t know why I am being so compliant again. Curiosity, maybe. I want to see what he does with me.
At first I feel his hot breath, and there’s a moment where his lips meet my neck that makes a hot trickle of desire run through my pussy. I am still suspended on his thigh, still grinding against him like a wanton little thing with no standards at all. Look at me, first time away from the colony on my own and I am about to get fucked by an alien.
I feel a series of little scratches on my neck, and I know that his teeth have pierced my skin. His hands are on my hips, keeping me in place as he suckles at my neck. I become aware that something is happening. Something unlike previous episodes in which I have been bitten.
Usually it just hurts.
This… doesn’t hurt. His teeth must either be far sharper than I realized, or… oh, there’s definitely something else going on. I am being given something even as I am being taken from.
