Page 61 of Her Alien Boss

A ladder is extended up to me, and, to my surprise, the Fematrix lowers her massive hand enough that getting onto the ladder isn’t as bad as it could be. She wants to keep me safe. I think she has realized that Arkon is not a threat. He’s just a stern pain in the ass.

“Stay there!” Arkon calls. “I’m coming up to you.”

But I already started climbing down, so I just keep doing that. I know I’m testing him, and I really don’t know why, because I also know he really means what he is saying. He is going to absolutely whip my ass for not behaving, and it’s almost like I want it.

He comes up the ladder fast, grabs me with his two topmost arms and pulls me securely against his body. I snuggle up to him in spite of my rebellious words. It feels good to be held.

“Why is nothing simple with you, hmm?” He murmurs the question in my ear as we reach the ground. “Why can’t you listen to one single instruction?” He gives my ass a spank with a spare hand, making me yelp.

“That is nothing compared to what you are about to get,” he promises me in deep tones.

Quite a crowd has gathered, because the Fematrix is fascinating and not usually anywhere near this available. She is still looming over the whole compound, looking incredibly beautiful and astonishing.

She withdraws slowly when she is assured I am safe, retreating back into space with all the gentle demeanor of a setting moon sliding below the horizon of the asteroid.

I’m on my own again. Until the next time I need her.

“I am taking you home,” he says. “And you are going to be good for me, aren’t you?”

“Probably not,” I say, full of sass I can’t seem to contain.

“Oh, you will be,” he says. “I intend to make you.”

He looks around at the others. “Back to work, please. We’ll need to repair that hole.”

* * *

I should be afraid of what is about to come next, but I am riding so many simultaneous highs I can’t come to terms with any of them. The memory of flying through space inside the Fematrix, then waking up in my body, then all of the intensity of Arkon’s desire and possession, and her rescue and now I am being carried off to be very thoroughly punished and I can’t wait because pain and pleasure have long ago become almost the same thing to me.

He takes me home, stopping in his alien lounge where he sits down at the nearest chair, after walking about for a bit, gathering implements and such in his auxiliary hands. I try not to look at what he’s doing, burying my head in his neck. He holds and cradles me at the same time, comforting me even as he prepares to punish me.

“You know what I’m about to do, don’t you,” he growls softly. “You know that you’re about to find out what the consequences of all that were…”

“And I was only just finding out what the consequences of the previous thing were, when I got my head cut off by accident,” I quip.

He sighs and sits down, settling me in his lap and putting two fingers on my chin to turn my face toward him.

“I love you,” he says, catching me completely off guard with that declaration. “You have come to mean more to me than anything before you. My life has meaning now that I did not realize it could have because of you. I need you to understand that, regardless of how you feel, if you spend the rest of your life with me in rebellion, you will be spending the rest of your life with me.”

His words are firm, serious, and entirely committed. He means what he is saying. I am his. He has taken me. There is no part of me he will not claim and that means there is no part of me he will not punish.

I open my mouth to speak, but find myself closing it again. I could declare my love now, but it would feel… I don’t know. I have taken up a very contrary position and turning about now and being soft feels like it would undermine all my very hard work put into being wildly obnoxious in the face of existential trauma.

He looks deep into my eyes and I think sees a hint of what is there regardless. Does he know I love him? Does he know I have been melting for him from the beginning, our first meeting? That I want nothing more than to please him, but know that my innate temperament is going to put us at close to eternal odds unless and until he…

Grips me firmly and turns me over his knee.

He spanks me again, not hard, but hard enough to reignite all those previous punishing slaps and remind me that he very much means to handle me into what someone at a distance might call submission.

I take the spanking, and I enjoy it. I am getting wet again, all the excitement of the Fematrix’s rescue and the previous punishment combining to make me wetter than I should be for a woman facing alien discipline.

He makes a note of this, and I feel him part my legs, gently, but firmly. He pushes another toy inside me, something thick and firm.

“Again?” I moan.

“Again,” he says. “This pussy was barely being used when we were interrupted. I’m going to have you filled up in both these holes. I’m going to have you soft, and submissive, and whimpering for me.”

There is no escaping his ministrations. He is gentle, but he is firm, sliding the toy in and out of my pussy with a regularity that feels almost mechanical. He wants me to feel fucked, so I have to feel fucked. It is as simple as that.