Chapter Five
I blinked. That was… forward. And rather startling. I mean, obviously I expected to have sex with my new husband. That the entire point of me coming to this planet was to help create the next generation. But… I kinda wanted — needed — a shower first. And like, get to know my husband first.
“Is that not the right term?” Relek pressed.
“Um, well,” I started. “It is a term for, ah, intercourse. It’s just a bit… quick? Right to it?”
He waved a hand in front of a small panel, and a door opened, moving to the side, like Star Trek. I followed him through, and stopped short when I ran into his back.
“Sorry,” he apologized, and moved slightly so we could both fit in the small space, no bigger than a closet. He motioned in front of another panel, and the room, which I now realized was an elevator, lifted. “I was trying to tease, make a joke.”
He looked over at me, and smiled, his blue eyes twinkling. I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. So we weren’t going to go right to the bed. And I definitely had to get used to his way of speaking, if that was a joke. Dry humor, I figured. I could do that.
I thought I could toss him a bone, though. “I’m open to the concept,” I volunteered, peering up at him from the corner of my eye. I couldn’t make eye contact, not saying this. “I want to shower — bathe — first, but maybe then we could… um… start making the next generation.”
Relek tossed his head back and let out a full-blown laugh. I let out a tentative giggle, since apparently I was more funny than I thought. The door opened in front of us, and Relek put his hand on the small of my back, urging me forward and into his home.
“We will get along well,” he stated, and I felt hope rise in my chest. This might just work.
Relek’s house was a bit like his garage — crowded with stuff. Up here, at least, was neat and more organized, just… cluttered. Bits of electronics, or what looked like electronics, on a desk against the far wall. Non-matching throw pillows and blankets on the couch, not folded neatly, but more tossed like he had woke from a nap and never bothered straightening them. Miscellaneous doohickeys on the coffee table, things that my Earth eyes couldn’t recognize. Quite frankly, the room could use a woman’s touch.
Relek looked around nervously. Was he worried about my impression of the place? He didn’t have to be. Anything would be better than living in my car. Sure, it looked like the apartment — or condo, I wasn’t sure if he owned the place or not — was more intended towards a single inhabitant, but we could make two people work in here. The couch looked comfy, at least. Obviously comfy enough to nap on.
“Ah, cooking in there,” he said, pointing through an open doorway.
“Kitchen,” I offered, and he nodded.
“Right. I usually eat out or at work. I had some groceries delivered yesterday, so there’s food for you to make.”
I wasn’t sure if he was hinting that he wanted me to be cooking dinner for him. Was I to be the whole Donna Reed, cooking and cleaning for him? Not that I minded, I didn’t think. But still. Hopefully he was just ensuring I had something to eat when he was off being the chief of police. Security Force. Whatever it was called.
“Bedroom is through here,” he said and led the way to it, waving his hand to open the door. I was going to have to get used to that. I couldn’t even see where the sensor plate would be, but surely it was there. “And the bathroom,” he pointed to another room off of the bedroom. I wasn’t sure if I liked the only bathroom being accessed via the bedroom. Seemed inconvenient if we had guests over. I mean, who wanted to be forced to keep the bedroom clean when visitors came? Especially since there didn’t appear to be any closets. Again, Relek had a lot of stuff. A real lot, especially in comparison to how minimalist I had been forced to live recently.
I tossed my backpack on the bed, then thought better of it, and picked it up again. I’d want clothes to change into. “I’d like to hit the shower, if you don’t mind.”
A calculated look passed across Relek’s face. “I should show you how it works.”
I shrugged, figuring it was another sensor panel or something. I remembered the push-button for the showers at college were anything but intuitive, and hoped the alien shower was better than that was. And anything would be better than the various truck stop showers on my journey west. I had never taken shorter, colder, or worse showers in my life. And those were the shower facilities I hadn’t immediately walked out of.
I followed him into the bathroom, inwardly glad when I saw the setup. The toilet and sink were pretty obvious — with the function being the same concept as on Earth, the form was similar enough. An overflowing laundry hamper, too. There was a floor-to-ceiling opaque door, that again opened to the side when Relek waved his hand in front of a sensor panel, on the far side of the toilet. Pretty standard bathroom layout, so I wasn’t sure why he needed to help me. I placed my backpack on the cupboard that contained the sink, and started digging through for my razor.
“Hey, can I use your soa— whoa.” I saw movement out of the corner of my eye, and looked over to see Relek stripping his shirt off.
I was never one to jump into bed with a date, especially all sweaty and smelly from my drive and trip across the universe. I was all gross, and he wanted to make out?
Relek took advantage of my open mouth, and brought his down on top of mine, and I melted into his kiss.
I shouldn’t be doing this, I thought. I barely knew him. We should get to know each other first. Like, spend more than five minutes talking. But man, he felt so good against me.
Man. He wasn’t a man. He was an alien. I was very cognizant of our different-ness, especially with how tall Relek was. He had to be close to eight feet tall. There was no way he could have even sat in my Civic, let alone stretch out to sleep. I grudgingly pushed him away.
“We don’t know each other yet,” I insisted.
“Yes, we do. We know that this,” he put his hand on his dick through his uniform slacks, “will fit inside this,” and he cupped my heat through my jeans. I did a sharp intake of breath at his touch.
“I’ve chosen you as my bride, and we have wed,” Relek continued. “You are mine by law. And now I’m going to claim you, and make you mine by joining.”
Well if that’s the case…
No, I thought. Hell, Relek must be masterful at getting confessions from criminals — he just had to look at them with those deep blue eyes and they’d cave. Or maybe that was just me. Just me that had a hard time saying no. But why should I say no? Relek was right. We were married. Having sex — baby-making — was the entire point of me coming to Retere. Jumping right into bed was the right course of action. I needed to pull my head out of the debate and think with my pussy, which was loving the stroking he was doing through my jeans…
“Shower first,” I blurted out. “Or whatever it’s called here. I want to get clean.”
This was a bad idea, I thought to myself, naked in the small alcove. Relek insisted on joining me since I didn’t know how to use the buttons and levers.
I said I was a smart girl and could figure it out myself, but gave up pretty quick. Seeing him standing naked outside the shower area contributed to only a brief assessment of the controls. He could push my buttons and the shower buttons at the same time.
“Sonic first,” Relek said, stepping in, and reaching around me, hitting a couple buttons. I was facing the wall, and he pressed up against my naked back and buttocks. I could feel his hard length settling in my crack, and didn’t mind it. At all. I could feel the sound waves hit my front. He turned me to the side, saying it had to get all sides. He then turned me towards him, my nipples pebbling against his firm chest.
He turned me to other side, then back to facing him.
“Now you wipe off what the sonic loosened,” he said, and ran his hands through my hair, down my back, over my butt and down my legs. Relek turned me around again, starting at my ankles and worked his way up, caressing my breasts as he made sure there was no more dirt and grime on them. I’d closed my eyes by this point, and let my head fall back onto his chest.
I’m just letting him help me get clean, I thought in justification, enjoying his touch. I could feel the heat rising between my legs. Yeah, just getting clean my ass, I responded to myself, and waited for him to touch said butt again.
“Then the cleansing detergent,” my husband said, pushing more buttons. A spray of cold solution squirted down on me, and I couldn’t help but jump.
“Sorry,” he apologized, but played with my nipple that pebbled at the cold.
He was so totally not sorry, but I didn’t mind. At all. Not when his large hands were touching me, caressing me. I felt very exposed, naked in the shower with him, which I didn’t understand. Relek was just as naked as me, so I shouldn’t feel so exposed. But I was at his mercy. And yeah, loving every minute of it.
“Have to rub this everywhere,” he told me, and massaged the solution into my hair and down my body, turning me around as needed, rubbing my butt and between my legs. When I was facing him, he started kissing me, making all of my senses come alive.
He’d kicked my legs apart at some point; maybe while cleaning between my legs. I hadn’t paid attention — my brain was floating away on all the sensations he was awakening on my body to notice any one thing.
“Then you rinse,” Relek said, and hit more buttons. This time it was warm water — pleasantly hot, but not scalding. Thousands of tiny pulses of water, like a rain shower shower head, only from the ceiling, the front, and up from the floor. Right between my legs, too, and I shuddered with the pulsing.
“Make sure water gets everywhere,” he told me, turning me around and around, and diving fingers between my curls, separating my lips to let the water caress my clit. I yearned for him to touch me there, and not the water.
He wrapped my long hair around his hand, and lifted it off of my neck. “Now lotion. The humidity is low on Retere, and you have to remain hydrated.” The lotion hit me below the neck, and with his free hand, he massaged it all over me. He gave special attention to my breasts and clit, just like I wanted. I was panting by the time he finished lotioning me.
I tried to wash him, and he said not to. That he was in control, and it was his job to teach me.
“Then you dry,” he said, and turned on high pressure air jets, reminding me of super-charged versions of hand-dryers back home.
“I don’t know what to do with your hair,” he confessed.
I laughed. “I don’t most days either. It’ll air dry,” I told him.
“Go to the bed,” he told me, pushing me out of the shower.
Do I want this? I knew what it meant. That we’d be consummating our marriage. That Relek would claim me. Yes, I did want this. He was what brought me to this planet, and I wanted this. Wanted him. I headed over to the bed, but watched him do a quick version of the shower for himself first. I tried not to drool at the sight.
Relek was huge. All over. I’d noted his height, which was unmistakable. His hands and feet were proportionate to the rest of him, and so was his penis. Massively so. I’d never seen a manhood so big in my life. His entire body was sculpted muscle, and I could see that he wasn’t a chief of police that sat on his butt — a very fine butt — all day.
An alarm sounded on the bedroom wall, echoing in the small space before working its way into the bathroom. Relek heard it as well, and shut off the shower before he hit the lotion step. I didn’t know if a wall would turn into a video screen, showing my naked rear end to the entire police department, so I hightailed it into the bathroom to grab clean clothes from my backpack.
Relek wasn’t frozen in action like I was. While I was hurrying to get dressed in the relatively small bathroom, he was borderline laughing at me, walking out into the bedroom with a towel wrapped around him. Okay, so maybe there wasn’t a Reten equivalent of a video camera in there. He went to the nightstand, and picked up a small device and hit some buttons, reading some text on the device.
“Orbetes,” Relek said, and I raised an eyebrow. I wasn’t sure what that word meant. It sure sounded like a curse, though. He wasn’t cursing me, right? He was bemoaning our shower getting interrupted?
Because I sure was upset about being interrupted. The shower was so hot — literally — and so erotic. I didn’t know getting clean could be so sexy. And the way it was going, I would have been taken right up against the shower wall had he not sent me to the bed. And I would have been quite happy with being screwed in the shower. Quite happy.
Instead now Relek was getting dressed, running his hands down a clean suit to make it settle nicely on his body. I’d much rather those hands being ran across me. I’d gotten only a tease of how those hands felt on my body. They set my skin and desire on fire. And I liked that. Who wouldn’t?
Relek still hadn’t said anything other than the curse, so I breeched the silence. “Being a cop never ends, huh? You don’t even get your wedding night off?”
He looked puzzled. “What do you mean?”
Really? The whole wedding night concept didn’t transfer to this planet? “We just got married,” I said slowly. “On Earth, the married couple celebrates their new union with… making love… on their wedding night. Followed by a honeymoon.”
“Honeymoon?”
How would I politely explain a week — or more — of never leaving the hotel room? Eh, forget politeness. I wasn’t going to get any tonight, so why be polite? “A week of unlimited, no holds barred, unrelentless sex. Just you and I, no one else. No getting interrupted by work or real life.”
“Who needs a week? We have the rest of our life for that,” Relek said, a gleam in his eye that melted my panties right off. He came over and kissed me quickly, tenderly, on the lips. “I need to go. I don’t know how long I’ll be. Don’t stay up waiting for me — I want you well rested for what I have planned for you when I return.”
He stalked from the room, and I waved my hand in front of my face, trying to cool myself down. I always wondered — not very charitably, I should admit — why women did that. But I was hot, deep down in my core. It wasn’t just from the hot water in the very steamy shower. It was the… overwhelming maleness of my new husband. He planned on staking his claim on me, I could tell. Repeatedly. For the rest of our lives.
And to think, yesterday I was living in the back of my car.