Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 61982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
“I’m going to turn the surveillance off if you don’t leave us alone,” I say.
“We are going to get absolutely no useable data whatsoever if you keep fondling her,” Drak scowls. “The machine needs to interface with her itself. Your constant interference is going to introduce so many outliers in the data it won’t mean anything.”
“Very well. I’ll run a standard program,” I agree.
He’s not wrong. All the data thus far is going to be completely tainted. Absolute trash for the purposes of our work. It’s my fault for being distracted and trying to do double duty with one set of tools. I can punish her later. I can fuck her later. I might punish-fuck her later too, once I’ve ensured her virginity has been properly…
“What is going on in there?” Drak cuts in again, bluntly impatient. There really are almost no sentient beings in the universe who would dare speak to me the way he does, but that is because he is very nearly as rich as I am, and arguably his family has even more powerful connections. Still, he needs to watch his tone.
I flick the switches on the surveillance system and lock the door. He won’t be able to talk to me again, and he won’t be able to see or hear in. He will get a live feed of the data though, so he will know if I keep using the human as my own personal toy.
* * *
Evie
“Alright,” Arkon says after the other alien is finished waspishly snapping at him. “Let’s get a little more serious about this, shall we?”
I was already being entirely serious. There is a probe in my ass that is starting to feel like it belongs there. I always thought anal would be painful, but apparently when you’re so turned on you can’t form words, it’s not actually so bad.
That withdraws almost all the way to the tip, and I find myself whining for its return. Every bit of instinct I’ve ever denied is demanding to be satisfied now.
A heavy rapping at the door breaks our attention again. Arkon goes to open it. He only does so partway, hiding me from whoever is behind.
“What?” He asks the question bluntly.
“You have to let her reset to baseline,” he says. “She’s at an elevated level. A calibration now won’t work. Honestly, Arkon. Do you want me to do this? There’s some chance I’ll be able to without being distracted by the creature.”
“No,” Arkon says flatly. “She’s mine.”
He shuts the door and locks it again.
“He’s right,” he says, turning everything off and letting the probe slide from the tight ring of muscle in my rear. “You do need to reset.”
He starts to wipe me down with a cool cloth that must be infused with something that makes me tingle. He cleans down my inner thighs and carefully dabs away the mess I’ve made from my pussy. He takes a fresh one and swabs it up over my bottom too, leaving me refreshed, if not entirely reset. That’s not how this works. I am still aroused.
Arkon waits a few minutes, but leaving me in this bound position, bent over, ready to be played with or penetrated at any moment is doing nothing to bring my excitement down. If anything, I am being kept in a state of extended anticipation that is making me want him, his touch, and his filthy little sucker probes all the more.
About five minutes later, the voice at the door is back. This time he doesn’t knock.
“If she’s still aroused, you should make her climax,” the voice comes through the door. “I can…”
Arkon swings the door open fast. “Drak, if I hear one more word out of you today, they will be finding parts of you in the next nebula for millennia, do you understand?”
“Fine,” Drak says, clearly unconcerned by the threat. “Just get it done. You do know how to make a female orgasm, right? The human female is a relatively simple system, but I never quite know with you.”
Arkon lets out a growl that I find very exciting, taking me way off baseline immediately. He’s hot when he’s irritable. I should remember that for future use.
He shuts the door in Drak’s face and turns back around to look at the machine with all the readouts on it.
“You know, it almost looks like listening to alien males argue over your arousal turns you on,” he quips, immediately patient with me. Recognizing how easily he is able to regulate his annoyance at Drak and give me nothing but kindness is another turn-on. I bet the graphs and tables start leaping all over the place.
He chuckles to himself, and I feel him starting to unstrap me. He frees me from all the bonds, then taps my ass lightly after restoring my clothing to the proper place.