Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 46803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
“NO!” I wail as once again he removes all stimulation from my greedy pussy.
“Yes,” he chuckles, enjoying my writhing desperation. He sits me up and clamps my hips in place, making me stay still and denying me the chance to wriggle my way somehow free of this overstimulation that has no outlet.
He does this again and again, spanking me, pleasuring me, sometimes letting the collar make my clit sing with need while spanking my pussy at the very same time. Each and every time I get close to orgasm, he stops. I don’t know how he knows, but he always knows.
“This is so cruel,” I whimper as my dripping pussy coats his scaled fingers with my need.
“It’s not cruel. It’s what you need. You need to learn that you are mine, and I want to know every part of you. Every secret. Every impulse. Every fear. Every pleasure.”
He spanks my pussy, emphasizing every one of those phrases with a stinging slap.
“You will not hide from me, Stella. Not ever. No more secrets, pet. Your sorrows are my sorrows, your burdens are my burdens. You are mine, in every sense of that word.”
Those deeply romantic words are thrashed into my sex. He holds me back against his body, one massive, scaled arm around my waist, my legs spread wide, and his cock pressing against my ass through the barrier of his clothing.
He said he was going to fuck me. I really wish he would fuck me. But he is not done teaching me a lesson yet. Another orgasm rises in me and is denied. He holds my legs open, keeping me exposed, making me feel the depths of my personal depravity and desire. I’ll never be able to deny that I want him after this. Not even in the crevices of my mind. He has taken all of me and shown me how I have given myself to him.
“Please,” I beg. “Please fuck me, Kahn. I’ll be good. I’ll tell you everything. I’ll never lie. I’ll never disobey. I’ll be your good little pet forever. I promise!”
There is an answering growl behind me and a slight rustling as my alien master makes the necessary adjustments needed to lift me up and plunge me down on the erect rod of his cock, sheathing my aching cunt on his flesh. I explode with the force of all the orgasms he previously denied me, my mind going blank with the overload of sensation. I come so hard as he fucks me, lifting me up and down, working me on his cock, taking his pleasure from mine. He has to hold me in place, because I am no longer capable of holding myself up. My energy has been drained with the force of climax, and I am like a rag doll, his personal fuck toy, a hot, soaked hole for him to spill his seed deep inside…
“Have you learned your lesson?”
By the time I am aware of that question, I am post-verbal, snuggling up in his arms and entirely unable to do anything else.
Kahn
She is the hottest, most perfect, precious little thing in all the universe, and though I appear to have temporarily fucked the sass, not to mention the brains out of her, I know she will soon recover.
I feel a fresh rush of affection and an intense bonding, knowing how rare a moment like this is for her, and how much it means for her to demonstrate such trust.
I slide her from my lap gently and put her into bed. I have learned much about this little human and her life before me today. I know the ways she has been hurt, and how she has been failed. I know that she has been brave, and reckless, and bold and uncontrollable — and that those traits have been her salvation.
How can I hope to control someone who has only ever found safety in being uncontrollable? She will resist being disciplined to her very last breath. She will reject order. She will find her own way. She will fight authority, because authority has failed her.
I listened to Rex talk. He told me of her father’s power, how he is effectively a warlord, a charismatic and brutal man who has pulled together remnants of multiple warring forces to create an enclave under his control in the city. He is dangerous, and he controls not only men, but machines. He has no idea where his daughter has gone, and even less idea where his soldiers have disappeared. As far as he is concerned, the moment his daughter and his troops left the city, they were erased from existence. I feel a brief blip of empathy for him, but it is quickly extinguished by the fact he was trying to force Stella into marriage. She is too wild and fine and beautiful a creature to be bullied into taking a mate.