Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 63580 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63580 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
“Good,” he purrs in my ear. “I like it when you settle for me. You accept my dominance so naturally, pet.”
Do I? I don’t know how true that really is.
“It is,” he says, responding to my thoughts and not my words. “Your body calms for mine. Your mind slows when I have control of you. You think less, and you obey more. You are a very good pet.”
“I’m not a pet. I’m a person.” I offer the weak resistance.
“You’re a brat,” he smirks, sliding his hand around my body to find the fastener of my suit, and drawing it down to slide it off my body. I let him strip me. It’s only fair, after all, considering he’s always in his underwear. Well, almost always.
“And I have something for you. I think this will help you lean into your role with me more completely.”
He pulls me against his powerful alien body, slides my hair to the side, and gently, but firmly bites the side of my neck. All the arousal I was already feeling blossoms suddenly into a raging wanton need that I have absolutely no control over. I don’t know what he does when he bites, but I know it has the same effect as being teased and pleasured for hours before being allowed any release. I am instantly desperate, sound of mind, but entirely driven by desire.
“Not fair,” I moan. “You can’t do that to me.”
“I’m not doing anything to you that isn’t already inside you,” he purrs against my neck, pulling those sharp teeth away and leaving a dull ache in their wake.
“I am not drugging you, pet,” he says with a sexy smile, holding my naked body against his as he looks down at me with rampant desire that matches my own. “I am finding what is within you and bringing it forth.”
I don’t have the interest in forming a coherent argument against that, so I merely melt against him and I let him put me into a filthy animal position on my hands and knees. I can feel the arousal coating the insides of my thighs before he nudges them apart.
“That’s right, pet,” he growls softly. “Present yourself to me.”
What choice do I have? Precisely none. Even if he were not to have given that order, I would have obeyed it anyway. I want to show him my dripping pussy. I want to be filled. I want to be fucking bred. There is nothing innocent or demure left in me.
He pushes the tail up and over my back. I feel the plug shifting in my ass as he maneuvers that appendage. He drives his cock straight into my pussy in one rough stroke, and starts to fuck me immediately.
“I warned you,” he says. “I told you to behave yourself, but you wanted to be defiant. Now, here you are, having your pussy fucked rough without any foreplay. You won’t be coming either, pet. I won’t allow it. I’m going to block that orgasm of yours until you learn how to obey.”
He is true to his word. He fucks me long and hard, but he keeps his fingers away from my clit, and he will not allow me to put any pressure on my pussy at all.
“Please, sir. Please let me come.” I hear the desperation in my ragged voice and feel a flush of something like humiliation as I realize just how much I need him, and how much control he has over me. I would do anything for him to touch my clit. I would sign my body and soul over to him a thousand times. I would live endless lives, one after the other, and dedicate each and every one of them to him if he’d just fucking let me…
“You’re not going to come,” he says firmly. “You haven’t earned it.”
The whine I make is close to feral.
“I gotta earn it now? Why?”
“Because, pet, that is what being trained is. It involves learning how to earn what you want. In your case, you want to come. I want for you to show me politeness in your surface thoughts.”
That’s so fucking stupid, I think to myself, as a kind of feral rage starts to surface in me.
“I want to come! Let me come!”
“Demanding little thing,” he chuckles, spanking my ass hard. The pain bursts through me, but it doesn’t register as anything remotely negative. Instead I feel this extra surge of heat and desire. I feel my clit tingle in response. Fuck. If he keeps spanking me, I might just be able to come regardless of whether he lets me touch my clit or not.
My yelp encourages him to spank me three more times, and then the absolute brute does the cruelest thing of all. He slides his hand beneath my body and brushes his alien fingertips lightly across my sex.