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)
More and more, I was realizing that I didn’t want to be parted from little one—ever. Her sassy ways and naughty little smile brightened my life and her soft, curvy little body was so much more attractive to me than that of a female of my own world. I didn’t want to lose her after only a solar year—so the idea of signing a contract with her didn’t appeal to me.
No, I told myself, it was far safer to keep her as my pet. If I elevated her to an equal, I would surely lose her. The best thing I could do was strengthen the Master/pet bond as much as possible and seal it firmly when the time came to ensure keeping her.
And in order to do that, I needed to deepen our sexual connection. But slowly—a bond cannot be rushed. As the saying goes on my planet, “The slower a bond builds, the deeper it runs.” I fully believed that. So I was going to continue with her Sex Pet training, but I was going to go at my own pace—which was probably going to drive little one a bit mad, because she wasn’t going to be allowed to come for quite some time. But at the same time, I had to keep her in a state of sexual need, in order to get her ready to receive me when I finally decided to seal our bond…
TWENTY-SIX
ELLI
“What in the world? I’m not wearing those!” I exclaimed, when Sir showed me the two weird things he’d synthesized for me the next day.
“You must, little one, or you’ll never be ready for my cock,” he said patiently. “This is the next part of your Sex Pet training—you cannot refuse.”
“Watch me,” I said evenly.
I had slept badly the night before, because I kept having weird, sexy dreams where Sir finally made love to me and I got to have an orgasm. But when I woke up, I was still unfulfilled and throbbing with desire.
I attributed the dreams to the way Sir had teased me unmercifully the night before, staring with washing me in the tub as usual and then bringing me to bed with him. He lay beside me, turned on his side and pillowed my head on his muscular arm. Then he stroked me all over with his big, warm hand. He even leaned down and sucked my nipples, drawing them deep into his hot mouth and circling my aching points with his tongue.
He kept this up for what seemed like hours while down below, he was stroking my bare pussy and teasing my clit, while never letting me come.
Sir claimed that this below the belt massage was to keep the delicate skin of my pussy mound moisturized, now that he had removed all my “fur.” And, indeed, he started by rubbing a soothing pale pink cream into my mound. But soon enough his long fingers found their way into my slippery folds while he sucked and nipped at my nipples.
He seemed to have an absolute evil genius for knowing just when I was about to come. Because every time I was right on the edge, he would pull his fingers away and wait for me to cool down before beginning again.
“Sir, please!” I had begged, shifting restlessly on the bed after the fourth or fifth time he did this. “Please, I need to come.”
“I’m sorry, little one,” he’ said gravely, after letting my aching nipple slip from between his lips. “But I’m afraid you haven’t earned an orgasm yet.”
“What do I have to do to earn one?” I demanded desperately.
“You’ll find out soon enough,” he had murmured mysteriously.
And then he had rolled over and gone to sleep, leaving me throbbing with unfulfilled sexual need!
Of course, I had tried to take care of myself, but Sir had heard my stealthy movements and rolled over to glare at me in the dim blue gloom of his bedroom.
“Little one,” he’d said sternly. “If I catch you touching your soft little pussy or trying to have an orgasm before I allow it, I’m afraid I’ll have to give you a very stiff punishment.”
“Oh…all right,” I had muttered sulkily. “But you’d better give me a chance to ‘earn’ an orgasm soon—I’m going crazy over here!”
“I know you are,” Sir murmured, the left side of his sensual mouth quirking up in that maddening half-smile of his. “And I promise you’ll get a chance to start soon.”
And with that, we had gone to sleep—which in my case had been filled with spicy but unfulfilled dreams.
And now, after another breakfast of the bland nutritional gel cubes—which I was beginning to detest—he was holding out two strange looking metal objects to me that I didn’t like the look of one bit.
“You must wear them,” he said again. “Your soft little pussy and ass must be opened and expanded for when I finally take you.”