Page 30 of Her Alien Boss

“Everyone else seems to think I’m no different than an animal, or like, a pretty smart robot, like one of the ones that can clean the floors or mow the lawns.”

“You reference very old Earth technology that has long been surpassed,” he muses. “But how they see you and how I see you might be different. I can’t say I care how they see you. I know how I feel.”

He’s carrying me up the stairs now and over the threshold of the door. I expect him to put me down, but he keeps a hold of me.

“Why don’t you have an alien wife?”

He laughs and lets me slide down to the floor once he has ensured that the front door is locked.

“I am dedicated to this work, in spite of what Drak might say,” he says. “And I cannot be in a comfortable house on a well-lit street making polite conversation at a dance being held for someone’s birthday and be happy. I need to be able to immerse myself in what has to be done.”

“You don’t wanna be normal,” I say.

“I was not made to be normal, and neither were you.”

“I guess not, given the twisted machine you made,” I smirk.

He smiles at me. “That was a collaboration. And it was necessary, and… yes,” he finally admits. “There is a certain twistedness to it, but I think it is going to work precisely as intended.”

“I’m going to rule the universe with my pussy?”

His smile becomes enigmatic. “That may be closer to the truth than you realize.”

“Say more,” I invite him.

“I’m starving,” he says. “And you are in real need of nourishment too, I’ll warrant. Let’s eat.”

* * *

He makes dinner for himself, and for me. I notice that he’s eating the alien equivalent of toast, which means he’s concerned about tempting me, or maybe feels bad that he has so much good stuff and I have so much nothing.

“I should put you in the cage while there are foodstuffs around that could harm you,” he says. “Or did you learn your lesson on that score well enough that I don’t have to do that?”

“I won’t do anything dumb,” I promise him. “I was just out of sorts this morning.”

“I will try and find you better things to eat,” he says. “I’m sorry the rations aren’t good.”

“I don’t really care too much,” I say. “There’s other stuff that feels good…”

He smirks at me. “I want you well fed as well as well…” He doesn’t finish that sentence because it should end with fucked and we both know I haven’t been fucked yet.

The sexual tension is so thick you could, well, fuck it.

He is looking at me, his eyes roaming my body, and I am locked in on him just as intensely. I wait to see what he’s going to do with it, because I have no idea what should be done. I was confused before, wondering how much of his approach was professional and how much personal. I am feeling less confused now.

“I should check to ensure that there’s nothing residually happening after the machine training today,” he says. “Come with me.”

I do as he says, following him all the way to the bedroom where that cage stands waiting for me. I don’t think I will ever find myself in it. He wants me outside it far too much.

“Remove your clothing,” he says.

“Are you just going to watch me?” I blush. I don’t know why it feels so vulnerable to take my clothes off in front of him. I know he doesn’t want me to just yank them off and dump them on the floor. He wants something slower and more sensual, but I don’t have the confidence to strip for my boss. Not yet, anyway.

“Let me help you,” he says, taking pity on me. We come from opposite sides of the universe, but he still gets how things make me feel. That seems like a miracle to me.

All four of his hands skillfully undress me, sliding off my attire until I am standing in front of him entirely naked. He has pulled me closer to get to the zips and buttons and things, and in doing so he has made the distance so minimal as to be intimate. I reach out and touch the fabric covering his body, wishing I could make it disappear.

“Put your hands on the bed and bend over,” he says. I do as I am told, and he gently nudges my feet apart, spreading me for his inspection. I have spent much time in a similar position today, but I don’t think you ever get used to this. Every time we touch, I am left a little more vulnerable. I can feel myself softening for him, wanting him more than I did before. Am I falling in…