Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 51862 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 259(@200wpm)___ 207(@250wpm)___ 173(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51862 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 259(@200wpm)___ 207(@250wpm)___ 173(@300wpm)
“You are all so kind,” he says as he sinks into the bath, hot water lapping at his scaled flesh. I wonder if dirt gets stuck in all those little ridges. I suppose it must. They’d need good, hardy scrubbers on their planet.
“Let me get you a bath brush,” I say, rushing indoors to get the sturdy old brush that I’ve never used but has hung in the bathroom for generations. Everything in the house has, or will have a use, that’s what Grandmother Evangeline used to say.
By the time I get back with the brush, Zain seems to have had enough of the bath situation. He stands up, dripping water from every inch of his giant, scaled body. I can’t help staring at him with an openly wanton expression. If there is a more handsome and desirable creature in the universe, I cannot fathom it.
I try to hand him a towel, knowing it will function on him more like a bathmat or flannel, but he takes hold of my wrist rather than the towel and pulls me forward with a firm grasp.
“I need you,” he says. “Here. And now.”
His voice is thick with lust, and my aching, already very well-fucked body responds to that desire as if it is a command. But what he wants now is not simple mating.
He reaches out and slides a finger into the collar around my neck, hooking me close to stand before his big, naked form.
“You are mine,” he says in deep, dominant tones that resonate through me. “And being mine will not always be easy, especially for a human who has lived a life of freedom. You will submit to me, Emily.”
Yes, I will. I can feel the desire to please him coursing through me. Being before a naked, wet Zain is like being before some elemental beast. I know he comes from a world beyond our own, but he speaks to me in my own tongue, and my body fits his.
“Kneel for me, pet.”
I respond to his order with obedience, sinking to my knees in front of him. He has to let my collar go in order to let me go down that far. He is a massive alien beast, and I am not a tall woman. When on my knees, I do not even come up to his waist. His cock hangs over my head, dangling just out of reach of my upturned face.
“Adorable,” he growls with a little chuckle. “I will have to find something for you to kneel on to put you at the right height.”
“For what?”
“For this,” he says, crouching the several inches he has to in order to slide the head of his cock between my lips.
“Such a good pet,” he purrs, praising me as I struggle to take as much of his length as he wants to give me. I never imagined I would taste an alien’s cock. I never thought I would kneel before a man and take his dick deep in my mouth. There are certain flashes of humiliation, or something like it as he makes me feel so very small and so thoroughly used, but that shameful heat is not intended to degrade me. It is intended to arouse us both, and it is working. I feel just as he wants me to feel. I feel like his submissive human pet, an owned and mastered creature of pure need. Zain’s dominance and arousal make me so fucking impossibly wet I cannot help my hips as they squirm and sway.
“You love this, don’t you,” he says, one hand running through my hair as he feeds his cock in and out of my mouth, scaled flesh rubbing over my tongue. “You know you’re mine, don’t you?”
I answer in the affirmative, my voice muffled by thick alien flesh. Every time his hardness penetrates my lips, I imagine it is sliding inside my pussy instead. He is making me crave him so much I start to whimper on his dick until finally he takes pity on me, picks me up and bends me over the bath, yanking away all clothing in his way.
“Good girl,” he praises as I present myself for him to take, rewarding me with a good, solid thrust of his cock.
My fingers grip concrete, holding onto the edge of the pond he bathed in. I hold onto it for dear life, because it feels as though the very life might leave my body if I do not hold fast to something. The way Zain takes me drives all sense from my head.
I would let him do anything to me. I would let him take any part of me. With this level of lust surging through my body there are no longer any boundaries or limitations in my sexual expression.
He tugs at the collar. I feel it tighten around my neck, not cutting my breath off entirely, but making it come just the slightest bit shorter as he asserts his ownership and dominance over me.