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)
If you can get one of these creatures that has technical field skills, you have the equivalent of a very well trained dog. Also, employment law does not apply to them. We had a lot of reasons to pick up a little human scientist and none of them had anything to do with how cute she has turned out to be.
I put the ship in gear, as it were, and spend a little longer than strictly necessary selecting course. The juddering and general rumbling of engines could be turned off, but she is enjoying it so much I decide to leave them on. The pheromones are washing over me in waves as she emits them, completely unaware of what she’s doing. Her responses are so unguarded, it’s very charming.
It is also very alluring. She is squirming next to me, changing to an even pinker hue, her breath coming in shorter, faster patterns as she tries to fight the arousal coursing through her body.
I reach over and slide a hand down her stomach, then over the padded belt that is between her thighs.
“Checking to ensure it does not loosen for take-off,” I say, lightly patting her sex. The sound she makes is adorable. A sort of muffled excitement. I leave my hand there for a moment to see what she does. I feel her hips undulate in the seat beneath my hand. Yes, as I suspected. She is aroused and incredibly receptive.
I move my hand away. We have places to be. Like my office, where she and I will have a long conversation as to what happens to fertile little humans who try to steal proprietary tech from passenger ships.
“Is it, uh, normal to touch people like that here?”
She’s asking if I am pleasuring her on purpose. I could answer her honestly, and perhaps I should. I could tell her that she is attractive, adorable, and in so much trouble.
But I decide instead to see what she does with the notion that perhaps this is just how she will be touched, that she is property to be handled as I see fit. That’s a rather alluring option in itself.
I do not sense much in the way of true submission in her, but there is a shy willingness to experience a great many things. Again, the reports I received from her handler on the way here indicated she adjusted well to being kenneled.
What an interesting, sexy little problem she is.
I still haven’t answered her question.
“Is it normal to check seating is secure? Yes.”
She blushes and seems to be on the precipice of saying something else, but then she turns her head and looks away.
I let the ship grind and dip, much like her hips did beneath my hand. Then I accelerate into space, and she is forced back into the soft chair and the sound that escapes her lips is something like a moan.
I was going to wait to punish her. I was going to take her into a formal setting and bend her over my desk, and attach the probes and watch her writhe and come until she had no energy left. I don’t know if I want to wait that long. I could deactivate the secondary console and bend her over that…
“Wow,” she says with awe in her voice. “Look at all of it.”
The space in this region has a violet tint. I have seen it hundreds, if not thousands of times and probably never properly appreciated its beauty. There is a nebula in the distance that is all milky swirls and intermittent silver flashes as neutron detonations occur naturally in its clouds.
She is so beautiful in this moment, so wrapped up in appreciation and still broadcasting that chemical scent of need. I feel compelled to touch her, to respond to the desire her body is insisting on maintaining.
I reach over her, slide my hand down her front and beneath the belt. I feel the heat of her sex through her clothing, and I know there will be damp desire beneath it.
I am not going to be able to wait until we get back to the office.
* * *
Evie
His hand cups my mound and I find myself holding my breath as I take in the beautiful vista of stars laid out in front of me. The feeling of his long alien fingers against my sex, pushing through clothing, touching me without fully touching me is starting to become maddeningly seductive.
Then he gets up from his chair and comes to stand behind me. I want to look up at him, but when I turn my head, his big hand turns it back toward the screen.
“Watch the stars,” he murmurs in my ear. He is leaning over my chair, standing behind me, keeping me in place with one of his big alien hands as he unbuckles the belt and then spreads my legs with his two lower hands. A third runs up and down the seam of my leggings with a slow motion.