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)
I don’t know what he means. I’m not capable of unwinding the sense of that statement because my ass is burning and I am squirming furiously.
“You have to control your temper, as you control other things. The work we do here is important. We are trying to save your species, and we cannot do that if we slap people in fits of temper.”
“You’re slapping me!”
“I am not angry with you. I am giving you what you need,” he says, letting his palm drift over my hot and stinging ass. “You have a temper, and that temper needs to be tamed.”
I feel very warm and small and squirmy. The heat and the sting are not quite at the point of pain anymore. Instead, it’s a suffusion of sensation washing through me, my ass and my belly and my pussy and even my mind. I feel different. Not quite high, but softer and calmer and much less angry than I was.
“I feel so much better.”
“Good,” he says. “I did not want to hurt you, but you have to learn to behave. All of you do. All nine billion of you little brats.”
“There’s nine billion of us? I was told it was more like eight.”
“Your counts leave a little something to be desired.” He smooths his palm over my ass back and forth, massaging my bare skin with an easy, familiar intimacy that makes me relax all the more. I was afraid when he first put me in this position that he was going to hurt me, but though he could easily destroy me if he wanted to, he obviously doesn’t want to. Somehow, I feel a little spoiled for having been spanked. I find myself curling up on his lap, and he lets me do that. He scoops me up and lifts me so I am no longer over his thighs but cradled in his lap.
“Next time you are challenged by your temper, you tell me and I will do this again,” he tells me. “I will make you feel good, little human.” He reaches between my thighs with one hand while the other continues to rub my ass, and his lightly scaled fingers rub gently over my clit with a back and forth, round and round motion. I didn’t know I was wet until he touched me there, but as soon as he does I feel myself getting slicker and slicker, dripping with my desire and the remnants of his seed still swirling about inside me.
“Oh fuck,” I curse softly. My head is on his shoulder, my legs part and I end up squirming around into a seated position on his lap. The hand that was on my ass is now holding me firmly by the throat, while the other continues to work between my thighs, playing with my clit and my lips, rubbing me to another orgasm.
“Are you going to be a good girl for me?” He purrs the question in my ear as I writhe in climax.
“Yes!” I gasp. “Yes. I promise.”
God fucking damn, I am not going to point out the obvious hypocrisy in the actions of a boss who spanks, fucks, and fingers me to orgasm and then talks about teaching us all lessons. Maybe this is actually the enlightened way. Maybe advanced aliens are actually the bonobos of the space world. I don’t fucking know. What I do know is that I love my job.
4 NOT EVERYBODY IS A FAN
“Cir, sir?”
“Yes?” He looks at me with those enigmatic eyes.
“Were you serious about what you said?”
“I said many things,” he smiles knowingly. He knows exactly what I am referring to. He just wants to tease me. He barely knows me. He certainly doesn’t know my secrets, but he seems to be as infatuated with me as I am with him. Is that even possible? Is he fucking with me?
“I mean about marrying me.”
He smiles and draws me closer to him. “I have never been more serious about anything in my life.”
“What does that mean to your species? When would we be married? Would you have to introduce me to your parents first? Also, why do you want to marry a human stranger you’ve known for less than a day?”
“Because of the way I felt when I was inside you. I felt like I belonged to you, and like you belonged to me. That feeling is rare, and precious. It is indicative of a bond of spirit that can transcend species. You’re mine, and I will make sure you know it.”
I look into his eyes and wonder what I have done in my life to deserve this kind of feeling from this kind of creature. Cir is the kind of man I have always dreamed of. A man who treats me like I matter, a man who seems to have true interest in me. It’s a pity I’m lying through my teeth to him almost constantly and we barely know each other.