Page 35 of Her Alien Boss

“I’m not talking about when she’s hooked up to the training simulation and having orgasm after orgasm. I’m talking about when she is literally anywhere else doing anything else. She’s planning something.”

I glance over at him. “What is she planning?”

“I don’t know, but I can tell you that she is, and I can tell you that it is devious and I can also tell you that if she gets away with it, she will be one step closer to doing something worse.” Drak gives me a look. “Maybe I should be the one looking after her. There’s a cage in my office…”

“I’m keeping her under my purview,” I say. “We’re not shifting the org chart because you have a hunch she’s doing something wrong.”

Drak nods slowly. “If that’s the way you want it,” he says. “You do technically have seniority when it comes to personnel.”

“I do,” I agree. Hard not to be defensive over Evie when I feel so possessive over her.

“Where is she, by the way?” Drak asks the question with the calm demeanor of someone who already knows the answer and also knows that I won’t have it.

“She’s in my office,” I say, knowing even as I utter the words that there is almost no chance of her actually still being there. Of course she has wandered off by now. I should have taken her with me. She has a collar and a leash for a reason, and I have not been using them to their full potential.

“I can tell you where she is, if you like?” Drak offers. He is enjoying this far too much.

“Yes.”

“She’s currently attempting to steal the Facts Machine. I’m not sure what she intends to do with it, but I can assume…”

“Gods. She’s still doing that?”

“Still?” He raises a brow.

“She likes to steal things. It’s a human trait. Seems to be stronger in her than I thought. I think I can train it out of her. A good spanking will work. She needs to be…”

I trail off as I think of all the things I need to do to her. Fuck her, for starters. Stretch that dripping pussy around my cock until she forgets her kleptomaniac urges. Spank her round cheeks until she cries out for mercy, then continue to punish both her holes and her ass until I am certain she has actually learned her lesson.

I think about all of these things as I stride to the room where the Facts Machine is kept. I wasn’t aware we left that open, but Drak was right. She is in there. And she is getting into trouble. She’s taking the damn thing apart.

She freezes when I walk in, half the damn machine in her hand. It’s almost as if she thinks I can’t see her if she’s still. The instincts of a simple prey animal.

I am, for a moment, unable to respond because the audacity of her act is so brazen that I am not entirely sure what to do about it. I mean, of course I know what to do about it, but…

“What are you doing?” I try to ask the question calmly, conversationally so as not to spook her. She looks like she’s on the verge of bolting and I don’t want her to hurt herself. On one level, she is stealing machinery; on another, technically, she is machinery of the irreplaceable kind.

“Nothing,” she says, so patently guilty looking it is adorable. Humans think they are talented liars. This one is absolutely not.

“Put that down,” I say firmly. She does as she is told, looking thoroughly sheepish about it.

“Come here,” I say, beckoning to her with a crooked finger. It’s a human affectation I observed when I was trying to learn how to interface with humans effectively.

It certainly seems to work. She blushes furious red and takes a hesitant step toward me.

“Now you know better than that, don’t you,” I say gently.

“Uhm, I got curious,” she says.

“It’s not the first time you’ve gotten curious,” I remind her. “To potentially disastrous effect. You could have poisoned yourself with our food and now you seem keen to be on the wrong end of a high voltage discharge.”

“Oh, is that what those thunderbolt insignia were for? They’re so similar to Earth ones, actually… ow!”

I spank her bottom, one firm slap that makes her gasp and scoot up onto her toes, her hands dropping the machinery as they slide back to try to cover her cheeks. I use two of my hands to control her arms, spreading them out against the wall while my foot kicks her legs apart and my lower right hand starts to give her a very good spanking.

Thrashing her in front of Drak is, well, probably less than ideal. I am sure he is enjoying the scene; this round-bottomed, light-fingered human being punished is probably fun to watch for a sadist like him.

But she needs it. She needs the punishment, and she needs it to be public. I need this thievery to become so repellent to her that even thinking about it makes her ass tingle. So I toss up her skirt, pull her underwear up into the crack between her cheeks, and I spank her long and hard until I hear her tears start to fall. It is not long, and I do not think it is because of the pain. I think she dislikes the semi-public nature of the punishment, and that’s good information for me to have because I am already certain she is going to try something like this again.