Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 40274 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40274 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
“Didn’t work though, did it,” I say ruefully.
“No. Because it was too late. Don’t leap in front of bullets intended for others, Jessica. It’s not worth it.”
“Speak for yourself,” I say, finishing my donut. “Alright. Let’s do this. Where do you want me?”
Cir
I love this woman so much. As angry as I was at her yesterday out of fear, I am now melting at how sweet and brave she is. She truly thought she could help her fellow man by doing something astonishingly without any form of logic or sense.
“Where I want you is in my bed, in my life, obedient to me, and safe. Not putting yourself in harm’s way. If the captain had made another decision, you could have been annihilated.”
“If the captain ever decides to wipe New York off the map, he’s officially the bad guy. Even if he is the winner.”
I am not going to entertain imaginary scenarios. This is about her, not about Talos.
“You can bend over the bed,” I tell her. “Bare yourself for me. I want full view of the bad little ass I am going to punish.”
She grins unrepentantly. I am not sure how much I am achieving here in terms of discipline. I am also not sure I care. I just want to spank her, touch her, fuck her, fill her. I want to make her sore, and I want to make her come.
She does as she is told, for once. Under my gaze she is a good girl. It is only when left to her own devices that her human insolence rears its head. I will not lie, having my very own beloved human bending for me goes a long way toward making me feel better about the entire situation with these eternally rebellious, troublesome little aliens who insist on misbehaving and rejecting the help we offer them.
I let out a little growl of pleasure as she bares herself, the soft down of her sex failing to properly obscure the slit of her soft mating hole, and the tight darkness of her anal aperture calling me. She deserves to be firmly and sternly fucked in both.
“What have you learned, Jessica?”
I approach her, letting her feel my presence. I want to see her squirm. I want to smell her scent as she arches her hips. The motion makes her cheeks roll and her delicate lips part just a little with a little dewy drop of desire. I have barely touched her and already she is flowering with arousal.
“I don’t know,” she murmurs. She’s not thinking. She is reacting. When Jessica is aroused she is more like an animal than a cognizant creature. She is responding to me based on instinct and the demands of her dripping sex. She wants to be mated almost as much as I want to mate her. But that’s not what this interlude is for. Lessons are supposed to be taught.
I take a short leather paddle-lash designed with her in mind. It is around ten inches long and about five inches wide and rounded at the business end. I swat it across her left cheek and watch her skin blush red. It is the only sign of humility I have seen her express, and it is nothing more than a physical reaction to the slap of the leather.
“Ouch,” she says, deadpan, then follows that sarcastic commentary up with a little giggle that tells me she is well aware that reaction is going to lead to even more pain.
I am not so gentle on the other cheek. I whip the paddle across her rear hard and fast, once, twice, three times in quick succession before moving back to the first cheek and repeating the treatment.
“Ow!” she gasps. This time she means it. Good. I want her to mean it, and I want her to feel this punishment to her very core. I do not want to beat her badly, but I do want to spank her soundly.
I set about doing just that, laying the paddle against her upturned ass over and over, finding fresh spots of paler skin to drum my implement against until Jessica loses the ability or the will to hold her position and slumps against the bed before rolling out of the way, grasping her hot pink bottom dramatically as she slides to her knees, preventing me from further spanking her easily.
I could pick her up and toss her back onto her stomach for another dose of the paddle but having her on her knees ignites another desire in me. I take her underneath the chin and free my cocks. They are both throbbing in all their scaled and shining glory and only one will fit in her pretty mouth. I choose to slide the bigger and upper cock between her lips, fucking her mouth with a near casual demeanor. She is mine to use, after all, and a break from the punishment does not mean a break from her role of servitude.