Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 149470 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 598(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 149470 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 598(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
“Hmm—we’ll have to use a depilatory in the future,” he remarked, stroking my soft nest of reddish-brown curls. “The fur on your head is lovely, but this presents too much area for alien germs.”
I didn’t answer, just bit my lip harder as his big fingers rubbed over my outer pussy lips. I still felt swollen and hot there in a way I never had before in my life—though I had read about it often enough in romance novels. I had been so sure I was an asexual person—why was the Alien Overlord’s touch affecting me this way?
“I’m going to open you for just a moment, little one,” I heard his deep voice rumble. “Not for any sexual pleasure on my part but just to get you clean. Can you be a good little pet and let me wash you?”
“I…I can’t stop you, so go ahead, I guess.” I didn’t like the way my voice trembled. I balled my hands into fists, telling myself that I didn’t want this! But somehow my body was telling a different story—it was lighting up like a Christmas tree the very first time it’s plugged in. Why was I reacting this way to my new Master’s touch and why couldn’t I stop?
“Gently, now,” Sir murmured as he parted my outer pussy lips with two large fingers and rubbed the shimmering white cleaning solution into my inner folds with a third.
I gasped as he stroked gently over my clit, sending tingles of pleasure through my entire body. God, what was wrong with me that I was reacting this way? Was I secretly turned on by BDSM scenarios? I had tried reading the Master/slave type romance books before and I hadn’t thought they did anything for me. But if that was the case, why was I feeling so incredibly aroused right now as my new Master touched me against my will?
“Oh, is that sensitive?” Sir stopped with his fingertip pressing lightly against my swollen clit. “Sorry, little one—I’m trying to be gentle.” He slid his finger down, finding the entrance to my pussy. “I’m going to have to clean inside you now,” he added. “But I promise I’ll make it quick. Can you be a good pet and spread your legs a little wider?”
I could feel my cheeks burning as I did what he asked. Why was I complying with his request? Why wasn’t I trying to run? Why was my body reacting so strongly to his when it had never reacted to anyone before?
I stifled a moan as I felt one long finger slide up inside me. God, I had never enjoyed the sensation of penetration before. No matter how many different positions Don and I had tried, none of them had done anything for me. But now I felt like I was on fire as my new Master’s finger filled me.
A new thought entered my head—was this turning Sir on, too?
I looked surreptitiously over the side of the tub, but his crotch was hidden from view so I couldn’t tell if he had a hard-on or not. Of course, he was an alien—who knew if he even had the usual male equipment down there? He might fuck women with his tail instead of a penis for all I knew.
The tail in question with its metal cap, was waving gently in the background. The irony wasn’t lost on me—I had been bought by a guy who had horns and a tail, yet I was supposed to be the animal!
“Hmm…you’re very wet here,” Sir remarked, sliding his finger gently in and out of me. He probably just thought he was washing me, but he was so big that his finger was bigger than Don’s cock had been and I actually felt like I was getting fucked.
And for the first time in my life, to my shame, I was actually enjoying it.
“Is this amount of moisture normal for you here, little one?” Sir asked me, continuing to “wash” inside me.
“I…I don’t know,” I whispered breathlessly. I wished my body wasn’t responding to his so strongly. I wanted to slap his face but at the same time I also wanted him to pet my clit some more. I had never had an orgasm but I had the feeling I was close to one—close to some crest or hill that I had never been able to climb before.
“Well—I suppose we’ll see on subsequent baths,” he remarked, finally sliding his finger out and leaving me feeling wet and achy and unfulfilled. “Now then, I think you’re all clean now. Are you ready to rinse off and get out?”
“I…I guess so.”
My whole body felt sensitive and hot but my new Master didn’t seem to realize the effect he’d had on me at all. He had me sit in the not-water and rinsed me thoroughly. I had to bite my lip to keep from asking if he needed to wash the extra mild cleaning solution out of me too. I didn’t want to admit that I wanted to feel his touch on me and more importantly in me, again.