Chapter Eighteen

 

 

We’re enjoying a late dinner while rain pounds the roof. The short pale servants—who I recently learned are actually slaves purchased from another race of aliens—flit in and out of the dining room with a variety of Kleaxian delicacies. I’ve been Kenan’s mate for thirty days now, and he says we must celebrate. He doesn’t admit it, but I think he’s also looking for an excuse to take my mind off the brutal events that occurred in town last week.

As I sit across from him, I shift in my seat, unable to get comfortable on my recently spanked bottom. I’m also wearing the largest plug in Kenan’s collection. This morning he came home agitated after settling a dispute that had turned violent in one of the villages. He didn’t give me the details, but he’d been fuming and pacing around the house all afternoon, until he summoned me to the bedroom and ordered me to remove my dress.

He’d spanked me to tears and then kissed those tears away, cuddling me in his arms for hours before finally loving me. And it had felt like love. He’d straddled me and stared into my eyes as he slowly pumped his cock in and out of my aching pussy. When we climaxed at the same time, the moment had felt transcendent, like we were the only two people in the universe and our hearts were fusing together.

Throughout this shared experience, the emotions running through me had brought tears to my eyes, and I couldn’t help but wonder if somehow I was experiencing the same strength of attachment Kenan holds for me as a result of the Kleaxian mating bond. He claimed humans can’t sense it, but the lingering fullness in my heart and the depth of emotion jolting through me whenever I glance at Kenan makes me doubt his claim.

I love him. I really do. Despite our less than ideal beginning—God, I had been so frightened of him that day when I awoke in the cage—I can’t deny harboring a deep tenderness for him. Back on Earth, I hadn’t honestly ever held an attraction for a boy my age. I hadn’t dated, beyond one horribly awkward evening at fifteen. We went to an old-fashioned roller skating rink, and the boy had kissed me, and I hadn’t liked it. His wet, slimy lips and nacho cheese breath had made my stomach turn. Even before the disgusting kiss, I hadn’t planned on seeing him again.

The only attraction I’d felt for the opposite sex on Earth had been the huge, muscle-bound actors from movies, who were much older than me, often twice my age or more. And as much as I liked watching the strong heroine save the day, I also liked those scenes during which she became the captive of a ruthless villain.

My heart would commence racing and my palms would go sweaty when the heroine I admired became a helpless captive—at least until she bravely managed to escape. Sometimes I would fantasize that the villain was somehow redeemed and the heroine fell in love with him in the end, even though the violent tendencies that were a huge part of his former life still simmered below the surface. This dark past of his, of course, made him rough and possessive of the girl he captured and kept as his own.

Now I wonder if perhaps I only sought out such movies and books in order to satisfy a dark part of me I hadn’t been able to voice aloud.

We finish our meal and take a stroll through the lush gardens surrounding the estate. Though Kenan doesn’t typically put the leash on me if we don’t leave his property, tonight he slips it around my neck. I don’t protest. The slight pressure of the leather circling my neck reminds me I belong to him, and this reminder now brings me a peace of mind I never realized was missing from my life.

After our walk, he leads me upstairs. Being led into our bedroom by the leash makes me quiver with need. The leash symbolizes his ownership and absolute authority over me. Tonight he’s going to be rough with me, I can sense it. Not only because I’m still wearing the leash, but because when he turns to look at me, his eyes have gone entirely black.

A slight jerk of the chain brings me into his arms. He kisses me thoroughly, and I moan into his mouth and thrust my tongue against his, tasting the wine we enjoyed over dinner. He pulls away but rests his forehead on mine while holding my face in his large hands. The end of the leash is wrapped around his fingers. A delicious shiver skitters down my back. He still hasn’t let it go.

Stepping back, he leads me to the bed and gestures for me to bend over. I obey, spreading my legs, because if I don’t, he’ll slap the insides of my thighs until I comply. I expect him to fuck me while I’m wearing the plug, so I’m surprised when he slowly pulls it from my backside hole.

“This is the largest plug, you know.”

My breath catches.

He’s taken the plug out because he plans to claim my ass tonight.

I start shaking, though anticipation coils tight in my core, and inexperience and nerves accelerate my growing arousal. My clit pulses and I know I must be drenched between my legs, as desperately as I ache for his touch.

“You know what’s coming, don’t you?” He drops the leash to retrieve something from the dresser. When he returns, he trickles a cool liquid atop my most private hole.

“Yes, Kenan,” I reply as he massages in the lubricant, stretching me with his fingers and pumping deeper and deeper. It’s difficult to remain spread wide when I know what’s coming. Part of me wants to shoot upright, shield my bottom, and plead with him to not fuck my ass. But I know he won’t be deterred. He’s been planning this for weeks.

His hand leaves me, but the tip of his cock soon presses against my snug passage.

I concentrate on breathing in and out as I clutch the covers. There’s a tug on the leash. My heart thumps faster. He’s holding it again, and he’s inching the thick bulbous head of his cock into my asshole. The intrusion burns a bit, but that’s to be expected given his size. Even the largest plug doesn’t compare to his girth.

“This hole belongs to me, Laylah, and from now on I’ll be fucking it often, and hard.”

I start whimpering. The pressure is too much, but I can’t move beneath him. My feet don’t reach the floor and he’s standing between my spread legs, shoving the last few inches of his manhood into my ass.

He grips my right hip and then shoves his free hand under me, seeking out my clit. After a slow withdrawal from my tightness, he pushes all the way inside me again and then starts a fast rhythm of fucking my tight hole.

I can’t think. I can scarcely breathe. I can only lie there and take each hard thrust he gives me, because he’s my mate and he owns every part of me.

Biting my lip, I groan under his expert ministrations as he rubs my moisture in circles over my clit, applying the perfect amount of pressure.

“Come now, Laylah. Fucking come now.”

His command is all I’m waiting for. I writhe against his hand and cry out under the pulsing waves of a thunderous climax. As I start to regain my senses, he grips my hips hard and gives a fierce growl. The sensation of his seed filling my ass is euphoric, and, with his finger still swirling atop my clit, I’m suddenly swept under by a second orgasm. My cries reverberate through the room, along with his growls.

In the end, I’m completely spent. I can barely keep my eyes open, let alone move a muscle, so Kenan carries me into the bathroom and takes care of me.

He rubs a soapy cloth over me in the bathtub, settling me between his legs as I lean against his chest. He rinses me off and pats me dry, even carries me back to the bed, where he carefully tucks me under the covers. He presses his lips to my forehead, and I melt under his affection.

Times like this make it impossible to shield my heart.

I’m helpless against his tender regard.

“My sweet little human princess,” he murmurs into my ear, before I drift to sleep in his arms.