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)
He slides a finger under my chin to raise my eyes to his gaze. “I am not being mean in the slightest. Mean would be letting Drak keep you at the office like stationery. Mean would be allowing you to get away with your reckless behavior. Mean would be letting you reap the consequences of your actions without moderating them with mercy. You are being absolutely spoiled, and well you know it. Not many employees live with their boss.”
“Not many employees get fingered by their boss on the first day, and fucked on the third,” I throw back at him. I’m trying to argue, which is stupid because I don’t even care really. I’m just trying to get the heat off me.
“Do you want dinner and a bath, or do you want to go in your cage now and spend a little time decompressing before you have dinner and a bath?”
I open my mouth and I hope something pleasant comes out. But it doesn’t, because it’s my brain in control and I have apparently hit my limit of good, sensible, and kind things to say. All I’ve got left is feral and unhinged, so that’s what he gets.
“Is it going to be that inedible slop again? Because if so, I’ll skip dinner.”
He gives me a stern look. “That meal is formulated to give you everything you need. I’m sorry you don’t like it, but…”
“It’s designed to make me wanna hurl,” I say. I am being combative and bratty, which is a wild move when my ass is still sore from punishment, but I guess I’m going to do what I’m going to do, consequences be damned.
“Alright,” he says, picking me up in his arms. “Bath it is.”
I let him take me to the bathroom, run a bath, strip me down, and put me in it. I barely have to do anything at all anymore. I could just let him do what he wants with me for the rest of my time in his employ. If I gave up on the stupid mission the humans gave me when I left their planet, I could settle down and just be good for him. He wouldn’t ask for anything besides my best, and I’d give it to him by default.
While Arkon is far nicer to me than I deserve him to be, I relax into the bath and into his arms. He gets a little smirking smile on his face as he feels me stop fighting him and just accept his embrace.
“You really can be good,” he says. “I hope you understand how pleased I am with you most of the time. The collar, the leash, and the cage are all ways to try to keep you safe because you have impulses you can’t seem to control. None of them exist because I want to inherently punish you.”
I look up at him under my lashes. “You don’t like punishing me?”
“I adore punishing you,” he growls back, not even pretending otherwise. “If you had been even a little more misbehaved today, I would have stripped your ass bare and spanked and perhaps even fucked you in front of Drak. But you submitted immediately to being spanked and there was no need to make matters worse for you.”
My eyes widen. “You would have had sex with me as punishment in front of that asshole?”
“Perhaps,” he says, languidly letting his fingers trail through the bathwater. “I do like the idea of you being seen wrapped around my cock. There is something satisfying about having your conquest being witnessed.”
“You’re sick,” I complain, hoping he can’t tell that the idea is kind of turning me on.
“Spank you until you cry those sweet human tears, then wrap your no doubt soaked pussy around my cock and show everyone what a well-trained little human you really are. And you’d love every minute of it, even as you fought it.”
He is speaking in that languid, sexy way that does something to me chemically. He knows it, too. He knows that when he focuses on me and shows me his desire there’s nothing I have to defend against it. I’m already starting to imagine being bent over, my pussy wrapped around his cock, my bottom sore from a spanking, my sex filled with his massive alien rod while other aliens look on, seeing how well I’ve been trained to accept his dick inside me.
I could just give into him and have all those experiences. It would be freeing, in a sense. When I worked on Earth, I was constantly embroiled in office politics, and trying to get ahead, fighting with office enemies and whatnot. I never got laid.
In this world, I haven’t had to deal with one iota of politics, unless you count being set up by Drak to get spanked for stealing, and I guess I have to.