Page 27 of Her Alien Boss

Evie

“Alright,” Arkon says after the other alien is finished waspishly snapping at him. “Let’s get a little more serious about this, shall we?”

I was already being entirely serious. There is a probe in my ass that is starting to feel like it belongs there. I always thought anal would be painful, but apparently when you’re so turned on you can’t form words, it’s not actually so bad.

That withdraws almost all the way to the tip, and I find myself whining for its return. Every bit of instinct I’ve ever denied is demanding to be satisfied now.

A heavy rapping at the door breaks our attention again. Arkon goes to open it. He only does so partway, hiding me from whoever is behind.

“What?” He asks the question bluntly.

“You have to let her reset to baseline,” he says. “She’s at an elevated level. A calibration now won’t work. Honestly, Arkon. Do you want me to do this? There’s some chance I’ll be able to without being distracted by the creature.”

“No,” Arkon says flatly. “She’s mine.”

He shuts the door and locks it again.

“He’s right,” he says, turning everything off and letting the probe slide from the tight ring of muscle in my rear. “You do need to reset.”

He starts to wipe me down with a cool cloth that must be infused with something that makes me tingle. He cleans down my inner thighs and carefully dabs away the mess I’ve made from my pussy. He takes a fresh one and swabs it up over my bottom too, leaving me refreshed, if not entirely reset. That’s not how this works. I am still aroused.

Arkon waits a few minutes, but leaving me in this bound position, bent over, ready to be played with or penetrated at any moment is doing nothing to bring my excitement down. If anything, I am being kept in a state of extended anticipation that is making me want him, his touch, and his filthy little sucker probes all the more.

About five minutes later, the voice at the door is back. This time he doesn’t knock.

“If she’s still aroused, you should make her climax,” the voice comes through the door. “I can…”

Arkon swings the door open fast. “Drak, if I hear one more word out of you today, they will be finding parts of you in the next nebula for millennia, do you understand?”

“Fine,” Drak says, clearly unconcerned by the threat. “Just get it done. You do know how to make a female orgasm, right? The human female is a relatively simple system, but I never quite know with you.”

Arkon lets out a growl that I find very exciting, taking me way off baseline immediately. He’s hot when he’s irritable. I should remember that for future use.

He shuts the door in Drak’s face and turns back around to look at the machine with all the readouts on it.

“You know, it almost looks like listening to alien males argue over your arousal turns you on,” he quips, immediately patient with me. Recognizing how easily he is able to regulate his annoyance at Drak and give me nothing but kindness is another turn-on. I bet the graphs and tables start leaping all over the place.

He chuckles to himself, and I feel him starting to unstrap me. He frees me from all the bonds, then taps my ass lightly after restoring my clothing to the proper place.

“Come down from there,” he says. “We will finish up this stage of the training later. Right now, you need to do something else.”

“What else is there to do here?”

I ask the question to cover how much I am blushing. He made me feel so incredibly vulnerable in that chair, but while I was in it I could also stay hidden from him. He couldn’t see my face, and I couldn’t see his. I could keep the whole experience almost like a secret inside me. But he’s looking at me now and he knows what he did. Every shameful sordid bit of it is written across his face.

“You’re blushing,” he says with some affection. “Are you feeling some kind of embarrassment?”

“No,” I lie.

He glances over at the machine readout and I know that I just absolutely gave myself away.

“Sorry,” he says. “One last probe on you.” He pulls the sucker out from the back of my neck. “Now you can pretend you’re not bothered by how sweetly you surrendered to the machine and to the sensations you enjoyed. But you were supposed to enjoy them, Evie. I am very pleased with you. It was the most submissive and cooperative thing you’ve done since you came into my employ, and I will not have you feeling shame about it. You were, and are, beautiful.”

There it is again, that word, that compliment that he seems to truly believe. I have to wonder how he finds me appealing. I feel so simple next to him. I am missing a whole set of arms and I am short and small. I have curves and obviously he likes the way I respond to stimulation, but the intense kindness and interest in his voice makes me feel like his interest is more personal than professional. And there’s the fact that he had me sleep in his bed, and all the rest of it. This alien likes me, and he is going to fuck me.

I blush again, furiously, as that thought tracks through my head. That’s such a big assumption. He already told me that this is all about getting calibrated to the machine. If he wanted to sleep with me, he could have done that when he had me in his bed.

This is not like any day of work I have ever experienced before. I try to return to normal, but I’m not sure what normal is anymore. On Earth, a normal day was swipe some office supplies, turn my annoying co-worker’s computer off at the wall so he thinks its broken and calls IT for the tenth time, then pretend to be immersed in lab studies when Eric from marketing is looking for someone to perform in his latest piece of online content. I’ve never had a day where my entire understanding of what pleasure is has shifted irrevocably.