Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 55551 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 278(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55551 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 278(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
She pauses for a brief moment, her eyes flashing with rebellion and excitement as she uses the energy from her little speech to further gas herself up, riding high even in captivity.
“And you know what, Thorn? I usually wouldn’t point this out, because it’s the sort of thing that’s very useful for me to know, and for you to have no idea I know. But the little scenario you just tried to scare me with? That’s not my greatest fear. That’s yours. Good to know, thanks for the very detailed description. I’m sure that’ll be handy one day.”
She sits back, smirking broadly, as smug now as she was when I first found her in the remains of the Ground Bar. She should be trembling before me, begging for mercy and lenience, but for some reason best known to her own twisted human psychology, truly seems to be enjoying this predicament.
Talking to her does nothing. You cannot argue her into submission. You cannot intimidate her with words. Maybe whipping her deserving little ass will have a greater effect. And if that doesn’t work, she has three very tender places I can thoroughly dominate, and I intend to do so.
Having just pushed her back down into a seated position, I now reach out, grab the front of her shift in a big fist of fabric, and draw her toward me. In my hands she is as helpless as a ragdoll. I feel her weight, a solid but ultimately handleable amount of heft. I will tame each and every ounce of her.
I take the seat she just vacated, and I pull her over my lap. Taking the hem of her dress in my hands, I tear it from the hem all the way up to the nape, exposing every delicious, creamy curve of her human form. She utters a little gasp as she feels herself bared in this primal way, indicating that she’s not entirely immune to my actions after all.
As she comes into view, I find my energy shifting slightly. I started to dominate her out of a deep need to control this wild little thing, but now seeing her naked, I am feeling a host of other impulses. She really is a beautiful thing to behold. She’s so soft. Every inch of her is a precious little piece of art. When I touch her, I feel her warmth. There is a fire in this creature, a small inferno that never abates and does not exist inside me. We are cold-blooded creatures. We rely on the big burning balls in the sky to keep us alive. But this girl, all she needs is food and light and air, and she is able to burn inside and out. I want to press her against me in all her naked glory. I want to feel her heat pressed against me, and I want to feel it wrapped around me. I want to be deep inside her. I want to know what every part of her feels like when I am inside her.
Sullivan
His rough hand runs over my back and ass with surprising gentleness. I really thought he was going to beat the absolute hell out of me, but he is caressing me, which is almost worse. I feel myself start to squirm over his big, strong lap, his hard thighs pressing intermittently against very sensitive and now very exposed parts of my anatomy. He’s wearing what must pass for leather pants on this world. They’re not smooth skin, they have a certain grain and texture to them that I feel rubbing roughly against me. I’m used to being covered by my suit. I very rarely take it off, with the exception of showering. I certainly have not been grinding against any alien men lately, no matter what I told him. There’s no way I’d admit that it has been a long spell since I’ve had any intimacy.
“You’re such a soft little thing physically,” he murmurs. “And such a tough little thing psychologically. What will it take to break you, I wonder?”
His hand lifts away for a moment, then returns with a swift, sharp, stinging smack that jolts my hips against his thigh and makes my clit grind against the ridges of his pants. I let out an involuntary gasp and hear his chuckled reply. He will relish each and every little sign of weakness he gets from me. I can use that to my advantage.
Again he spanks me, and again I feel the sting and the heat and the shame flash through me. This creature has a strange effect on me.
I want to moan, and I let myself moan. I know I’m getting wet.
“Soaked,” he growls, and somehow the hot flash of embarrassment still rushes through me, even though I planned for that to happen.