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I have to be stern. I have to be firm. And for now, I have to be relatively gentle.
“Very good,” I praise as she does as she is told. “This does not need to be an unpleasant experience for you. When you do as you are told, you will be rewarded.”
Stella
“Oh yeah? How are you going to reward me?”
No sooner are those words out of my mouth than I feel my clit throb with heat and warmth. Holy shit. It’s the collar again, and it has found a new set of nerves to stimulate. It feels as though my clit is being suckled at by a nice, hot mouth, an agile tongue looping around the tight little bud that should be hidden from any stimulation, tucked away inside my lips, between my thighs.
He can access any part of me at any time he pleases, I realize. He can make me feel like I am being spanked. He can make me feel like my clit is being pleasured. I bet he can make me feel like I am being fucked.
I draw in a shuddering breath as the sensation abates.
“That’s…”
“That is what good girls get,” Kahn drawls, his eyes hooded as he gazes down at me, his lips curled in what I can only call carnal triumph. “And there’s more where that came from, if you want to keep being a good girl. Now. I think it is time you were dressed.”
He’s going to leave me like this. Aroused. Needy. Feeling a carnal desperation. A man would fuck me now. He’d give into his desire and he’d take me. He’d give me the power and I’d feel how much he needed to be inside me. He’d worship me. He’d make a fool of himself for me. He’d say what he had to say, do what he had to do. Anything. Anything to be with me.
I’m a virgin. I’ve never had the chance to be with any man of my choosing. My purity has been closely guarded, and though I have felt desire, there have been no opportunities to ever indulge it. This is the first time I have ever been safe enough and free enough to want someone and be able to act on it. How ironic that it is happening now that I am being held captive as an alien’s pet.
I don’t want my clothes on. I want my legs wrapped around his waist. I want his cock buried deep inside me. I want to be taken. Fuck me. He is under my skin, and he is in my head. I don’t like him. I think I might hate him. He has all the traits of the men I most loathe. He is demanding, he is dominant, he is arrogant, and he has a capacity for cruelty as shown by his decision to make this collar that allows him to punish a human without touching her.
I know him on some level. I know him in the way I know all men like him. Dominators. Creatures who seek to control and to own and to possess. It shouldn’t turn me on. It should repulse me.
“The clothing you got yourself shot in…”
“Why do you keep saying I got myself shot?”
“Because you did.”
“You always blame the victim?”
His gaze sweeps up and down my frame. “You’re not a victim. There’s not an inch of you that is a victim.”
Dammit. With two sentences he’s winning me over again.
He’s so much bigger, so very alien. He captures people as pets. He could easily see me as a weak little victim, but he doesn’t. He sees me for all the trouble I am. I like that. Makes me feel respected, even as I kneel here before him with a stinging ass and now a pussy that wants attention he clearly has no intention of giving me right now.
This is going to be more than a battle of wills between him and me. This is going to be a war of the minds and maybe of arousal. I know his species likes to fuck humans. The other girl is testament to that. They like to keep people as what he calls pets. I think that’s clearly just another term for fuck toy.
So I stand up. Slowly. Elegantly. I stretch my arms up over my head, making my body long. I show him every bit of my curves and skin, unashamed and unafraid. And I watch his face. His eyes. And his crotch. He’s got to have an alien dick in there. Will it move? Engorge for me?
As alien as he is, as advanced as he claims to be, his pupils dilate as I make these languid motions of display. He makes a soft growling sound under his breath, which comes in a sharp intake as I perform a very slow turn, showing him what I bet is my reddened ass.
“I’m just so stiff,” I say. “You don’t mind me stretching, do you?”
He doesn’t reply. He turns away, but not without one last glance. That makes me laugh inwardly. The scales and the hair and the eyes don’t matter. This is a horny male the same as any guy. He wants me. And that’s going to be how I fucking break him.
“Put this on,” he says, holding out a black garment that is too long to be a two piece. Sure enough, when I take hold of it I see that it is a jumpsuit, made out of a fabric that’s somewhere between cotton and rubber. It feels stretchy, but not like it won’t breathe. There’s an open weave, but it also snugs tight to my hand when I put my hand inside it.
“What the fuck is that?” I turn the garment around and gesture to the rear, where there is a rounded area with a seam that looks like it is being held together the same way a garment with a zipper would be. Kind of looks like horse riding apparel does, the kind where you have a different fabric to keep you in the saddle a little better.
I had ponies growing up. Yes, even in the city, even amid an apocalypse. My father always wanted me to have the best of everything, so I learned how to ride, and how to love big animals that were built for freedom even if they were deprived of it.
“An access panel,” he says.
“Gross. You’re so disgusting. And you’re not different because you’re an alien. You’re acting like all human men do when they get a chance to take advantage of a woman. You…”
