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)
His right lower hand leaves my hip and moves between my legs, gently stroking my exposed sex. I quieten down immediately, because this is what I wanted, to feel his warm, glowing fingers directly on the most sensitive part of my body.
I let out a sound that contains pure pleasure and joy. I’ve touched myself before, of course. I know how to make myself feel good, but he knows something more. Within a very short time of exploring the tender folds of my sex, the wet entrance, and the excited little nub of my clit, he seems to understand exactly what to do.
He grazes over it lightly, then circles away from it entirely, putting pressure on the mound of my pussy to draw it out more. I still can’t move. He shifts his grip on me a little, one hand containing both wrists, then another resting below my throat, and the third clamping my hip down. I am pinned in place and all I can do is hope that he will keep pleasuring me like I need.
“Uh-uh,” he says gently when I try to shift my hips up more forcefully. “You don’t need to move. You need to take what you are given like the good girl you are.”
His words are almost as hot as the way he is touching me, gliding up and down the length of my slit, circling my heated bud, threatening to tip me into an absolute frenzy, but holding me on the verge of that and everything else. I feel so helpless, so weak, but so completely cared for, all at the exact same time. I have to wonder how he knows to do this.
“Are you going to let me…”
“Come again? Oh, no, pet,” he purrs. “But I am going to see how long you can stay here, like this, absorbing pleasure.”
He lets the warm tips of his fingers touch my clit in a soft circle, just once before gliding away. The hand that was just on my neck moves down to cup and play with my breasts. I feel energy thrumming right down my spine to the core of my being, then tingling out to all my extremities.
He is not going to fuck me. He is not even going to let me come. He is just going to do… this.
I fall asleep still in that haze of unrequited need. I didn’t think I’d be able to rest while I was that wound up, but I must have been more tired than I thought.
I wake up wrapped in two of his arms, unable to move or escape. He wakes up as I stir and gives me a look. “Sleep well?”
I am surprised that I can say yes.
* * *
Arkon
I do not need more than three hours sleep a night, but I laid here for almost ten with the human. She spent a great amount of the night tossing and turning, but I found that when I wrapped her up a little tighter, she would settle.
It has been fascinating watching her, though I know I am missing an almost endless set of missives from the others on this project. They expect me to be in with the human today.
“Hey,” she says.
“Hmm?”
“Who were we being attacked by? In the ship?”
“The Kensington Group.”
She snorts.
“What?”
“I come all this way, to the most alien part of the universe, and our OPs are called The Kensington Group?”
“It stands for something much longer and entirely unspeakable,” I explain. “They are competing with us to discover the Omicron Particle.”
“Right. The particle that collapses the seen and unseen into a third thing.”
She has a human’s understanding of what we are doing, but that is what we need. A simple mind. A simple eye. An uncomplicated creature who will not have a complex relationship to what is being uncovered. Sometimes, the universe will not unleash its magic for anything other than an innocent.
“Yes,” I say.
“What’s the third thing?”
“We don’t know yet,” I tell her. “But the implications are far reaching.”
“All of this for some implications? You brought me all this far? To do what, exactly?”
She is so adorable when she is confused.
“It’s going to become clear,” I tell her. “But for now, you need some breakfast. I want you well fed for your first day of work.”
“There’s really work?”
“Yes,” I laugh. “There’s work. I did not have you sent all this way merely to be a toy, though, I grant you, you would make a most excellent toy.”
She blushes and tries not to look pleased and fails entirely, then she tries not to seem turned on and is once again betrayed by the bouquet of pheromones that is filling the air.
“What is for breakfast?”
“Well, I have some human-safe foods, but you have to promise me you won’t eat anything that isn’t intended for you. Some of the foodstuffs we can consume would not sit well with you at all.”