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 starving,” he says. “And you are in real need of nourishment too, I’ll warrant. Let’s eat.”
* * *
He makes dinner for himself, and for me. I notice that he’s eating the alien equivalent of toast, which means he’s concerned about tempting me, or maybe feels bad that he has so much good stuff and I have so much nothing.
“I should put you in the cage while there are foodstuffs around that could harm you,” he says. “Or did you learn your lesson on that score well enough that I don’t have to do that?”
“I won’t do anything dumb,” I promise him. “I was just out of sorts this morning.”
“I will try and find you better things to eat,” he says. “I’m sorry the rations aren’t good.”
“I don’t really care too much,” I say. “There’s other stuff that feels good…”
He smirks at me. “I want you well fed as well as well…” He doesn’t finish that sentence because it should end with fucked and we both know I haven’t been fucked yet.
The sexual tension is so thick you could, well, fuck it.
He is looking at me, his eyes roaming my body, and I am locked in on him just as intensely. I wait to see what he’s going to do with it, because I have no idea what should be done. I was confused before, wondering how much of his approach was professional and how much personal. I am feeling less confused now.
“I should check to ensure that there’s nothing residually happening after the machine training today,” he says. “Come with me.”
I do as he says, following him all the way to the bedroom where that cage stands waiting for me. I don’t think I will ever find myself in it. He wants me outside it far too much.
“Remove your clothing,” he says.
“Are you just going to watch me?” I blush. I don’t know why it feels so vulnerable to take my clothes off in front of him. I know he doesn’t want me to just yank them off and dump them on the floor. He wants something slower and more sensual, but I don’t have the confidence to strip for my boss. Not yet, anyway.
“Let me help you,” he says, taking pity on me. We come from opposite sides of the universe, but he still gets how things make me feel. That seems like a miracle to me.
All four of his hands skillfully undress me, sliding off my attire until I am standing in front of him entirely naked. He has pulled me closer to get to the zips and buttons and things, and in doing so he has made the distance so minimal as to be intimate. I reach out and touch the fabric covering his body, wishing I could make it disappear.
“Put your hands on the bed and bend over,” he says. I do as I am told, and he gently nudges my feet apart, spreading me for his inspection. I have spent much time in a similar position today, but I don’t think you ever get used to this. Every time we touch, I am left a little more vulnerable. I can feel myself softening for him, wanting him more than I did before. Am I falling in…
“I forget how short you are,” he says affectionately as he grips me by the hips and hoists me up to lie face down on the bed. He spreads my legs wider then, and I feel the bed sink a little as he leans down on it behind me.
I am being inspected by my alien boss, and I find myself flushing with arousal all over again.
“Don’t wriggle,” he warns me as my hips start to perform an old rhythmic twisting dance more or less on their own. “Stay still.”
When I can’t do that, because my body will not let me, because my harlot hips want to seduce him, he pins me down, one hand on the back of my neck. He doesn’t have to use much of his strength to do that. I am so much weaker than he is. Arkon could do quite literally anything to me and I would be at his mercy.
And then he says the words I’ve wanted to hear all day. He growls them so deeply I feel them resonate through me, traveling through his flesh and then through mine.
“I’m going to claim this pussy,” he purrs. “Is that what you want? Do you want to know what it feels like to have your tight little mating hole spread around both of my cocks, one after the other?”
I want that so much.
I want to feel him inside me. The silicone of the machine felt so much better than I imagined it would and now I am absolutely filled with craving for more sensation of the erotic kind. I want him, not some kind of phallic stand-in. I came all this way across the universe, and leaving here with my purity still intact would be a huge shame when this guy is so hot.