Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 46803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
“Long may he continue to insist,” I reply. “And long may I continue to ignore those requests.”
She grins as she comes over to me, crawling into my lap in the way she has of doing when she wants attention and pets.
“It’s so fucking hot how you can say no to him,” she purrs up at me.
“I can say no to you too,” I growl in the way I know makes her melt.
“No, you can’t,” she laughs.
She’s right. I can’t. I’ll never be able to say no to her ever again. And maybe that’s the way it’s supposed to be.
Right before she was taken from me, I asked myself how I would ever control her. The truth, as I now understand it, is that I will not. She’s not mine to control. She is mine to care for. Mine to protect. She’s mine to love. Forever.
But that doesn’t mean I can’t remind her who she belongs to.
With the merest thought, I make her pussy pulse, the collar doing its work ever so efficiently. I watch as her face turns pink and her eyes take on that particularly delicious glassy quality they get when she is turned on.
“This isn’t fair,” she whimpers. “You do this to me and I can’t… I… mnnghh…” she pushes her hand down between her thighs and tries to satisfy herself. I let her, because it amuses me to let her try to deal with the collar’s devilish sensations on her own.
“Kahn,” she gasps. “If you’re not going to fuck me, then this is… this is wrong.”
I chuckle, allowing my amusement and enjoyment to show through quite clearly. My mate is still not tamed, and that means I am free to continue to train her.
“Kahhnnnnn…” she begins to beg properly now.
“Take your clothes off and bend over, pet. Present yourself to me.”
I give the order in a deep, husky voice. I am not immune to arousal myself, of course. I have to maintain control of myself because I want to keep control of her.
Stella does as she is told, stripping off her clothing, revealing those beautiful curves of her body to me. She is blushing with just a little arousal and shame. I know she wants to have more self-control than this. I know there is a part of her that still rebels when I make her show herself to me, dripping wet with desire.
She bends over before me, hands on her knees, the round curves of her cheeks far too pale for my liking. But it’s not her ass that’s getting my attention right now. It’s the mound between her thighs.
I’m yet to touch her, and my cock is throbbing inside my pants with the need to feel that hot, wet slit spread around my rod. But I stay patient.
“Who do you belong to, pet?”
“You, of course,” she moans. She’s so good when she’s aroused. She’ll say anything to get relief. It’s almost like she’s tamed, but I know better.
“And what do you want from me?”
“I want…” she hesitates, a little ashamed of how explicit she is going to be now at my behest. “I want you to fuck my pussy.”
I extend a hand and brush the flats of my fingers between her thighs, grazing her outer lips and teasing that sensitive little clit with the merest of touches. She grinds down, sticking her ass out as she tries to get more contact with my fingers.
“Stay still, pet,” I chide gently, moving my hand away for a moment before repeating the treatment again.
“You’re teasing me and it’s not fair!”
I feel a little pang of sympathy for her. “Poor little pet,” I croon, giving her hungry pussy a gentle rub. “Having to be patient is so hard for you, isn’t it?”
She moans in the affirmative, and I continue to tease her with soft touches and collar pulses. Her pussy is getting wetter and wetter, and increasingly more swollen. Her outer lips are engorged and open, revealing the more tender lips inside and the dark hole that always seems too small for my massive alien cock, and yet takes it anyway.
“You’re my wife now, pet,” I remind her. “You’re my little owned, human wife, given to me by your father. You were traded to me like the sweet flesh you are, weren’t you?”
If I said those words to her at any other time, she’d probably try to slap me, but right now, with her pussy so wet and desperate for fucking, she merely moans and agrees.
“Yes, sir.”
It takes a supreme act of self control to not just free my cock and pull her back onto it. I know how it will feel when she engulfs me, how buttery hot and tight she’ll be.
“My wife has to behave herself, and obey me,” I tell her, tapping her pussy lightly. It’s not hard enough to sting, but it is enough to remind her of what it feels like to be spanked this way. Stella does best when she is reminded by the possibility of punishment.