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)
So I only said tightly,
“I don’t think so.”
He frowned slightly.
“You’ll see. For now, it’s time to get some rest. I’m going to change into my nighttime attire.”
“Right—you get pajamas because you’re a real person and not a pet,” I muttered resentfully.
“That’s right,” he said matter-of-factly. He rose from the side of the bed and pointed a finger at me. “Remember, you have to stay on the sleeping platform or your privileges will be revoked.”
“Like I could get in or out of it without your help, Master,” I pointed out sarcastically.
He frowned but didn’t seem to take offense.
“There is that,” he said, nodding. “Well, give me half a mern to get changed and then we can get under the wrap.”
“I’d rather sleep on top of the covers if you don’t mind,” I said stiffly.
Sir shrugged, his impossibly broad shoulders rolling with the motion.
“Whatever you like, little one.”
Then he went to one of the blank walls and tapped on it twice.
A door slid open, revealing lots of the same kind of business attire he was wearing, as well as a few other items of clothing.
I wondered if the doors and appliances would work for me if I tapped on them as I tried not to watch my new Master undress. It would be rude to stare, right? But then I had a change of heart—if he got to see me naked all the time, I would damn well look at him naked too! I was going to watch all I wanted to, damn it!
I stared at his broad back pointedly, looking my fill of the man who had abducted me.
If Sir knew I was watching, he didn’t show it. He probably didn’t care if I watched or not, I thought resentfully. I mean, who gives a damn if their dog or cat watches them undress?
He toed off his tall black boots and peeled down the tight black trousers quickly. The boots he stood just inside the closet but the trousers he sent down a kind of chute, which appeared when he tapped on the wall beside the open door. The shirt went in next and then the vest, which was long on the sides but cut short in the back, presumably to make room for his tail.
Speaking of his tail, it was interesting to watch it flow and twitch as he moved. The root of it was directly above the cleft of his buttocks, which I admit I also watched—he had a great ass—I mean, for an Alien Overlord, anyway. Though truly, it would have looked good on any man. It was high and tight and firm—the kind you’d love to squeeze, though I was betting I wouldn’t be allowed. I doubted the bond between a Master and his pet extended quite that far.
But it wasn’t just his admittedly impressive physique I was interested in—when he was fully naked, I could see the purple undertones of his marble-gray skin again. He almost seemed to glimmer faintly in the dim blue glow, like an otherworldly creature. Which of course, was what he was, even though he was bipedal and had two arms and legs and a face which was mostly human. Well, except for the full-black eyes and the curly horns.
He pulled on a pair of loose black trousers, half turning to me as he did, and I caught a glimpse of something that looked decidedly unhuman.
My God—is that his cock or an elephant’s trunk? was my first thought. Thank God he doesn’t want to try to stick that in me, was my second. I had been right about our equipment being mismatched—that thing would never fit inside me—it was way too big.
Then the trousers came up and the Alien Overlord’s cock was out of sight—well, except for the sizable bulge in the silky black fabric.
He headed back to the bed and I turned over quickly and lay on my side, facing away from him. I didn’t want him to know I’d been watching him. He went around to the other side of the bed and climbed under the silver coverlet. Then he turned on his side, sighed deeply, and apparently drifted quietly off to sleep.
I lay there frozen for a long time, curled on my side of the massive bed. I held myself tight, my knees drawn up to my chin and my arms wrapped around them. I was trying to process my day from start to finish—trying to cope with what was happening to me—but it was damn hard to do.
How could I possibly have started my day picking up Princess Prissy from the groomers and ended it in the bed of an Alien Overlord who claimed I was his pet? It just didn’t seem possible but here I was and no matter how much I opened and closed my eyes, the scene didn’t change. I was still in Sir’s bedroom bathed in the eerie blue gloom and that appeared to be where I was going to stay.