Page 38 of Her Alien Boss

I don’t see Arkon right away. He’s not in the bed with me.

When I look around, I see that he’s sitting in a huge chair that fits him perfectly that is positioned adjacent to the bed. He is not wearing a shirt. His two upper arms are folded over his chest, his lower ones are relaxed against his thighs. He is looking at me with an expression that almost looks sad. Definitely serious.

“Did I do something wrong?” I am sleepy as I ask the question. I can’t remember doing anything wrong, but that doesn’t mean anything. Sometimes I crime without noticing.

“No,” he smiles. “You need more sleep than I do, and I ended up watching you. Sorry if I startled you.”

“You were watching me sleep?”

I wonder if he was scared I was going to get up and do something, or if he just likes looking at me when I’m passed out. I’m probably easier to deal with then.

“Yes,” he says. “You’re peaceful when you sleep.”

I blush, feeling something like uncomfortable, though I don’t really know why. Maybe it’s because I’m just not used to being looked at by someone who really seems to care.

“I’ve gotten you something to eat that isn’t slop. I think,” he says. “Stay there, I’ll bring it to you.”

I sit up in bed, pull the covers up to my chin, and wait for the meal to come. There are sounds out in the kitchen area that sound faintly harried. I wonder if there’s anything I could help with.

He comes in with a tray and a plate on it. The plate has, I think, toast and eggs on it.

Arkon presents it to me and stands back with an expression that indicates he’s a little worried about what I might think about his efforts.

“This is amazing!” I smile, making a big show of it. I cut into the eggs and toast and I smile as I shovel the massive forkful into my mouth.

It tastes like, well, it tastes like bland terribleness. Like it’s not quite food. The slop is better than this.

“It’s bad,” he says.

“No,” I say, forcing myself to swallow. “It’s good. It’s just different. I will have to get used to it. I bet it’s my favorite soon.”

“Stop eating it,” he says I as I take another, smaller bite. “You don’t like it.”

He tries to reach for the plate, but I cover it with my arms and shove more of the food into my mouth, as quickly and as ferally as possible.

“By the gods, stop,” he laughs, finally separating me from the plate eventually. “You don’t like it. You don’t have to eat it. I can get you some nutritional gruel.”

“I couldn’t eat another bite,” I say. “Unless you made me more of those delicious eggs. What kind of animal are they from?”

“A bird,” he says. “Or, well, a sort of bird adjacent machine. It’s a synthesized protein.”

“It tasted very synthesized,” I say. “I mean. In a good way.”

“You’re being very sweet, but you really don’t have to,” he says. “It’s okay to not like something.”

He takes the plate away and I get dressed. I can’t stop smiling to myself as I put clothes on. That was sweet. One of the nicest things a man has ever done for me. And he was so sweet about it when I didn’t like it. He didn’t freak out or try to guilt me or shame me at all. Arkon is one of the nicest guys I have ever known. So nice, I could almost overlook the fact that he has a cage for me in his house.

“Am I going to get hooked up to the suckers today?” I ask when we are on our way to work. I don’t know if aliens get weekends, but it doesn’t seem like we are getting a day off any time soon. I do wonder how many times I can be brought to intense orgasm in the service of machine calibration, but I guess there’s technically no limit. “Or am I gonna do filing or something?”

“Today we are going to give you access to an interface. It will be like one of your video games.” He says the words video games as if they don’t work well on his tongue.

I’m kind of interested in that. I’ve never been a huge gamer, but the concept of getting to play one at work while machines strum my pussy is pretty intriguing.

“I’m going to strip you naked today,” he says, all four of his hands going to the fasteners of my uniform. “I want you to be easily accessible to me, and frankly, after our bath time conversation yesterday, the idea of having you bare at work is very appealing.”

He puts me into the training chair entirely naked. He fastens the straps around my thighs and back, then spreads the part of the chair with the knees and legs open wide.

Next thing I know, his cock is pressing up against my pussy, the thick head of it grinding against my wet slit. There’s almost no warning, and absolutely no foreplay, but I can feel myself tingling and getting excited just from the audacity of it all. He really is just going to fuck me when he wants to. I am his, he thinks.