Chapter Thirteen
Kest sets out a blanket from his pack of supplies and bids me to lie down. He climbs on top of me and kisses me. Our tongues dance as we taste each other and breathe together. He kisses with a desire so intense it almost scares me. It’s as if he’s known hundreds of years of loneliness and fear, and now they’re fading away with every touch.
“Haley,” he says, pinning my arms down on the blanket. I squirm as he kisses my neck, nibbling and sucking his way back to my lips. Lost in bliss, I let him claim me, happily enjoying his dominance and passion. When he pauses to strip, his body glows a silvery orange in the fire. Light and shadow play across his broad, muscular chest, and the smell of his musk adds to the smoke and roasting ohastrix.
Licking his lips, he tears my singlet from the center, exposing my breasts and stomach. He takes my painfully hard nipple into his mouth, sucking it with inexhaustible fervor while kneading the other breast with his hand. My heart races and warmth gathers between my legs; I want him so badly. I gasp when he reaches into my singlet to tear it further; the cool, Ohalessan breeze gives me chills, but I quickly warm when Kest reaches for my sodden entrance.
“You’re soaking,” he whispers in my ear, a laugh in his voice. “Protest all you want, but I think you’re enjoying being my pet.”
I growl, but when his fingers drive into my pussy, I moan euphorically. He pumps them a few times, each one making me hotter and more desperate for relief. When he pauses to strip off the rest of his clothes, I watch as though hypnotized, waiting for the moment when I can see his mammoth cock. I want to feel every inch of it sinking into my hungry pussy, to grip down on it and milk it dry.
“Yes, sir,” I say. “I think I might.”
When I imagine all the amazing places, people, and creatures I could meet just on this planet alone, it boggles my mind. Of course, I could have explored back on Earth, but then I didn’t know Kest.
“Is that so? You’ll serve me whenever I ask?” he says, pulling out his cock.
“Yes, sir,” I reply. Every inch of my body feels alive, ready to take in his manhood. He strokes his cock slowly, spreading my juices along the length of his shaft.
“You’ll submit to all my demands?”
“Yes, sir!” My fluids drip down my thighs and into the blanket beneath us. I’m like a toy in his hands, begging to be played with. I’m tired of waiting.
“You’ll obey my orders without question?”
“Yes!” I scream.
“Let’s test that.”
Kest reaches to his pack and pulls out a set of Yckjer clamps.
Oh, God.
“Attach them to your nipples, pet,” he says, holding the devices in his palm.
“Aren’t they going to hurt?”
He nods. “At first, but you’ll get used to them. Maybe you’ll even find you like them.”
Considering the pain I know they can cause, the devices don’t look wicked and evil. They’re so small, they’re hardly visible: just two thin metal bars connected on each side by a sliding catch. The bars move freely now, but once they’re turned on, they’ll clamp down on my nipples ferociously, and won’t come off until they’re told. If it was just me playing around with them, I’m sure I could control them through my nanites, but I have a pretty strong feeling I won’t be able to remove them until Kest agrees.
He stares at me expectantly; if I want relief, there’s only one way I’ll get it. I take the clamps from his hand.
Looking down at my breasts, my nipples still erect, I position the first clamp. As soon as it touches my skin, it bites down, squeezing my nipple so hard I howl in pain. For a second, I think I might pass out, the sensation is so intense.
How am I supposed to put on the other one?
I mewl, my hand shaking. “Please, can you?” I ask, squeezing my eyes shut and holding out the clamp for Kest.
“No, pet. I told you to do it. Don’t disobey.”
Groaning, I try to prepare myself. I remember what he said: it’ll hurt at first, but I’ll get used to it. Even now, the sting of the first clamp is subsiding, becoming a more manageable throb. I take a deep breath, then press the clamp to my breast.
Like before, the pain hits me like a jolt of electricity. I cry out, trying to withstand it. A tear drops on my cheek and rolls down my chin.
“Good girl,” says Kest, kissing the trail left by the tear. “I’m proud of you.”
“Thank you, sir,” I say.
He runs his hands over the clamps, stoking the embers of my torment, but with his other hand he rubs my clit, sending waves of pleasure through my body. The mingling sensations run together, confusing me. I want more of everything: the pleasure and the pain. Is that normal?
As if Kest knows what I’m thinking, he lifts me up and turns me over, setting me down on my hands and knees. My breasts ache worse, as the clamps now pull down on my nipples; I gasp, but also quiver, spreading my legs submissively. Kest grunts, moving into position. He spanks my ass a couple times, earning fresh moans from me. I feed off the pain, my arousal surging to heights rarely experienced.
When he finally thrusts his cock deep into my pussy, it slides in effortlessly, despite his intimidating girth. As he spreads me apart, inch by inch, I shudder and groan. Spasms of pure bliss overwhelm me, neutralizing the pain of the clamps and the stings of being spanked.
Once he’s bottomed out and can’t go any further, he begins to thrust. The feeling is like getting on board a roller coaster that speeds off without any warning; I’ve barely had a chance to buckle in, and it’s corkscrewing up into the air at full speed.
“Oh, God!” I scream, launching into subspace.
Kest pulls back on my hair, forcing me to keep my head up. His thrusts get harder and faster, like a machine that’s spinning out of control. In seconds I’m ready to come.
“Not yet,” he snarls, spanking me hard. “From now on, you come only when your master allows it. Understand, pet?”
I don’t reply. I can’t think straight with his cock inside me like this; all I want is more. Rivers of molten bliss are pouring into me, and my eruption can’t be held back. Before I know it, I’m coming; I howl until my lungs are empty, and I’m so lightheaded I nearly pass out.
“What was that, Haley? I just told you not to come.”
“I’m sorry,” I mumble, though I’m lying. I feel as though every cell in my body just came; of course I’m not sorry.
Kest taps on my bottom, aiming for the spots still sore from being spanked. I yelp with each one, my voice heady with renewed arousal.
“Look at my cock, pet. I haven’t come yet, and you have. Do you think that’s fair?”
“No, sir,” I say, dripping with excitement. I shouldn’t be so eager for punishment, yet for some reason I relish the idea of a harsh spanking.
“No, it isn’t. Luckily, I know a way we can both get what we deserve.”
There’s a promise, a menace and a playfulness in his voice that makes me tremble, scared and hungry at the same time.
Kest probes my tender pussy, collecting my juices on his fingers. I sigh happily at his touch, until I feel him rubbing my fluids into my ass. My thoughts immediately turn to the device he used on my ass during the exam, and how painful it was to have inside. As big as it was, it didn’t compare to Kest’s cock.
“Please, sir. I’m sorry! I’ll ask next time.”
Yet, he doesn’t stop, applying more and more of my own juices. “You’ll ask this time, too.”
“Yes, sir,” I moan.
After a few more applications, he’s ready to begin. He presses his cock against my tight bud, applying slow but constant pressure. I whimper as it begins to penetrate, spreading my tight rear. The pain makes me cringe, but I force myself to bear it.
Kest’s grunts get louder as he works his way in deeper. “You’re so fucking tight, Haley,” he says. My cheeks flush from the compliment, though I can’t help feeling a little embarrassed too.
His thrusts start off slow, working into and out of my ass a few times before plunging in all the way. I howl in both pain and elation, enjoying having my rear stuffed. It feels wrong, but also impossibly satisfying. By the time he begins to hammer me hard, I’m already close to climaxing.
“Please, sir. Can I come?” I beg.
He answers me between thrusts. “Not… yet… pet. This… time… you… wait.”
I mumble an incomprehensible objection, needing release, but I hold back the coming tide. Kest’s form of granting mercy is to pound faster, trying to reach his own zenith. I get the sense he could go on and on, if he wished.
“Get… ready,” he says at last, after what feels like an eternity of rising pressure. Every instinct in my body is yelling to let go, but I keep fighting.
Kest groans loudly, driving into me so hard I’m bucking in place, my hands digging the blanket into the soft earth. My hair hangs everywhere, matted against my face; I’d blow it out of the way if I could spare the breath. I focus on any sensation I can to keep from coming without permission, knowing I only have to last a little longer.
Then my effort is rewarded. Kest’s seed explodes inside my ass, and he grunts loud enough to scare birds from the nearby trees. “You can… come… now,” he says, still pumping me.
My orgasm erupts like a dam breaking, unleashing a torrent of ecstasy that flows like a force of nature. I scream as the rapture spreads through my body, helped along by Kest’s continued motion. He keeps going until I’m utterly exhausted, my synapses overloaded and fried. I collapse to the blanket, his seed spilling out of me.
Kest lies down on his back, then lifts me on top of him and collects the blanket around us. I’m still working to catch my breath, and even Kest seems to be inhaling more deeply than usual. When I look up, I see millions of shining stars.
“Oh, my God,” I whisper. I haven’t seen a night sky like this since I was a kid in camp. Living in the city, you can never see the stars shine so bright.
Kest brushes back my hair and kisses the top of my head. “Whether you’re a human who’s never left Earth or a Dominar who’s traversed the galaxy a thousand times, it doesn’t matter: the stars are always beautiful,” he says. “My people think of ourselves as ancient and powerful, but compared to the stars, we are still children, all of us.”
I smile. I never thought I’d hear such a sentiment from a Dominar. “Can you point to Earth?”
Kest laughs. “That one,” he says, pointing his finger into the air.
“Which one?”
“I told you, that one. Trust me, it’s there. I’ve seen much of the galaxy. I know my way around.”
He kisses me again, then releases the Yckjer clamps. I had totally forgotten about them, but now the pain returns, as the blood returns to my poor, punished nipples. Kest rubs them until the sensation subsides, then holds me tight against his body.
“Are all the planets you visit like Earth?” I ask.
“Many are, but not all.”
The fire pops, shooting sparks off into the sky. Kest throws in a few more branches.
“And these planets have people… like humans?”
“Well, every inhabited planet is unique in some way, but they are like humans, yes.”
I nod, trying to wrap my head around the idea. Other people like me, living off on other worlds, probably as oblivious to our existence as humans are to theirs.
And then a strange, beautiful creature arrives from the stars…
“Kest… claiming a pet… is that something your people do all the time? Or is it something special?”
“Well, we do take pets frequently, much like humans have lovers. But to claim one for themselves? That is much rarer. It’s why my claim over you was met with some incredulity.”
I nod, understanding. “Because we’d both just met. So why did you do it?”
He gives me a squeeze, as though afraid he might lose me.
“I told myself it was to protect you; to keep others, especially Bakan, from trying to move in. But I did it on instinct, and I trust my instincts.”
“Oh,” I say. I don’t know what I expected, but it’s interesting all the same. How can someone who has lived for thousands of years still just have instincts, and act on them over reason?
“But you’ve had other pets. Why not claim one of them? Didn’t you like them?”
Kest chuckles. “Sure I did. But I had reasons, I guess. Just like humans: sometimes even though people love each other, they just can’t make it work. Same with me. Most of the time, my pets didn’t want to leave their home worlds, and I didn’t want to force them to.”
“I see.” Do the Dominars give their pets a choice? Or just Kest?
“What about you, Haley? How is a woman as intelligent, talented, and attractive as you single? I haven’t stolen you from a husband or boyfriend, have I?”
I sigh sadly. “No, I was alone. Didn’t even have any close friends or family. I guess I’ve always been a bit of a loner. Focused on my career—didn’t want to settle for guys that didn’t excite me—the usual human excuses, I guess.”
“They sound like good reasons to me,” says Kest. “Sometimes there’s no arguing with what the heart wants.”
“No,” I mumble, my voice catching.
My heart pounds, and for a second I feel as though I can’t breathe. This is all so unbelievable, I’m still wondering if I’m really losing my mind. Despite the scary and lonely moments, this trip has been weird and wonderful in ways I couldn’t comprehend back on Earth. Lying with Kest underneath the Ohalessan sky, I realize I’m not sure I can bear the pain of leaving.
But I have to, right? I have to get back home, to Earth.
“When this is all over, are you sending me back home?” I ask, hoping he won’t answer.
Kest hums, brushing my hair. “Is that what you want, pet?”
“I think so. I mean, isn’t that where I belong?”
He lifts his head and kisses my cheek. “Haley, home isn’t always a place. It’s something you feel. You know?”
“I guess.”
“So, what are you feeling right now?”
I close my eyes and inhale the otherworldly scent of the alien world, and the alien man beneath me. “I don’t know.”