by Sue Lyndon
Soon her bottom glowed a deep shade of red, and the tops of her thighs had turned pink under his hand. Wetness glimmered atop her folds, inviting his gaze and heightening his senses. As she squirmed, her little bottom hole revealed itself from time to time, and he wondered how she’d react to being touched in such a private spot.
Her shoulders began to shake, and he detected the sound of her tears finally falling. Edek stopped spanking and allowed her to cry. He wouldn’t bring her to tears every night. Only on the nights he felt she needed it. Like tonight. They were embarking on something new, something that was meant to strengthen their master-slave relationship, and he suspected an emotional release would cleanse her heart and make her more willing to travel down this road with him.
Though her bottom throbbed red and appeared well-punished, Edek saw no hint of bruises. Humans were delicate compared to Kall, but they weren’t too delicate to handle, and thankfully Betsy could take a spanking as well as his wife could. He brushed the thought aside, not wanting to dwell on the past and all that he’d lost.
The desire to feel Betsy enveloped in his arms was overwhelming. He turned her over and sat her on his lap, cradling her against his chest while stroking her hair. Heat radiated from her spanked bottom through his pants, and her cheeks parted over his hard cock. Her breath quickened and she peered up at him. Longing reflected in her eyes, and when her lips parted he needed no further invitation. He cupped her face and leaned down to capture her mouth, delving his tongue between her lips to take command of the kiss. She melted into him, her tongue dancing in tune with his, as she began to grind her backside against his cock. He groaned into her mouth and kissed her harder.
Chapter Six
Edek tasted virile and addicting. Betsy breathed in his scent as he pressed her down on the bed, straddling her atop the covers and urging her thighs to part. He drew moisture from her center over her clit, circling her tight nub with the pad of his thumb. He’d touched it by chance earlier and she’d trembled and moaned, her legs nearly giving out. She was moved that he wanted to ensure her enjoyment. In fact, the louder she moaned and the more she squirmed and bucked beneath him, the larger his cock seemed to swell. She glanced down as he nibbled the side of her neck. His hardness was pressed to her thigh, and she wished he’d thrust upward and into her pussy. Arching her back, she tried to invite his entrance, but he simply kept his thumb on her clit, drawing moans and whimpers from her as she gasped for breath.
“Are you going to be a good girl and take all of my cock in your pussy?” he asked.
Her mouth went dry and she struggled for words. “I…I…”
Chuckling, he withdrew his hand from between her legs. She watched as he brought his fingers, brimming with her moisture, to his lips. His tongue darted across his fingertips, and satisfaction filled his darkening eyes. “Is all this moisture for your master?”
She pressed her hands to the bed and slid down underneath him, angling her pussy for his cock. To her dismay, he shifted above her and pinned her down with one hand on each of her wrists. She twisted in his grasp but found no release, and he leaned closer to her face until she smelled her wetness on his breath.
“I asked you a question and I expect an answer.”
His question shamed her and excited her all at once. She gave a frustrated groan and met his gaze. “Yes, Master, I-I’m wet thinking about you taking me. I-I want to take your cock in my pussy now. Please.” Damn him for making her beg. Sweat rolled down her temple and moisture slipped from her center. She was hot, sticky, and burning up to feel his hugeness inside her. To feel him stretching her as he pounded in and out of her aching center.
He released her wrists and worked down her body, caressing and kissing her flesh, and pausing to tease her nipples with little bites and thrusts of his tongue. They hardened further in his mouth and her breasts throbbed heavily. She pressed against his lapping tongue, and once more tried to position her center to his cock. Unfortunately, his grip on her remained firm and she couldn’t move an inch.
Desperation and heated desire coursed through her, setting all her nerves ablaze. She was one calculated stroke away from a mind-blowing release, but Edek’s hands weren’t anywhere near her pussy at the moment. He straddled her stomach in a way that left her center completely exposed and unable to rub up against anything, not even his leg. His cock jutted between her breasts, a drop of his essence glistening on the tip.
“Stop,” she said. “Stop teasing me, Master.”
He released her nipple and stared down at her, and she trembled under his dark, feral look. “You don’t get to order me around, little human, least of all in bed. Perhaps I didn’t redden your bottom enough. Do you need another spanking?”
His words brought a flush to her face and a tingle to her sore bottom. “No, Master. I’m sorry.”
The lines around his eyes crinkled, but his dark expression returned an instant later. Her lower belly tightened, and pulses of warmth shot to her center, triggering her clit to throb. The ache in her pussy deepened, and her lip trembled as her frustration mounted.
“What if I beg instead, Master? What if I beg you to please fuck my pussy? Please.” Her voice sounded so thick and raspy she didn’t recognize it as her own.
His eyes flashed. In one swift moment, he released her wrists and flipped her over, positioning her on her hands and knees. Gripping her hips, he slammed into her from behind and filled her up with his huge, erect cock. Her pussy quaked around his length, and her head tilted back as she yelled out.
“Is this what you want?” He stilled inside her, remaining fully submerged in her wet center.
“Yes, Master. This is what I wanted.” She arched her bottom higher, feeling the cool air rush against her bottom hole as her cheeks spread. She blushed, knowing he could see all of her, but she remained in position with her most intimate parts exposed to his gaze.
She relished the pain of his fingers digging into her hips, and his grip spread her cheeks even wider. He withdrew his cock slowly, until the tip of his hardness nudged at her pussy entrance, drawing it over her moisture and slapping it against her clit. She bucked each time his cock touched it. Pulses of delight shot from her toes and all the way up her body to merge at her aching pussy.
Slam! He entered her again without warning. The impact took her breath away. She gasped and he thrust into her again before she managed to inhale. He set a quick rhythm of pounding, and the sound of sticky slaps filled the room. He fucked her hard. She panted as more sweat trickled down her temple, momentarily blinding her. She blinked hard and cried out as she became lost in sensation.
She gripped the covers as he fucked her, unable to move as he took control and dominated her with quick, hard thrusts that stretched her pussy. As he rocked into her wetness, Betsy recalled a conversation she’d had with Layla years ago. Her friend had spent time studying on the Kall homeworld and had immersed herself in the culture as much as possible. She’d told Betsy that Kall men always fucked their women from behind.
The animalistic way Edek was ramming into her while she remained on her hands and knees confirmed it, and a thrill rushed through her when he spread her bottom cheeks wider. Though he kept a grip on her hips, one hand spread over her backside, inching closer and closer to her asshole. One thick finger nudged at her private entrance.
“Master!” She wanted to reach back and swat his hand away, but her limbs felt too weak to move. Pleasure coiled in her lower belly, tightening with each swift thrust of his cock into her pussy.
He claimed her thoroughly, pumping into her with an intensity that stole her breath. The finger tracing her asshole pressed inside, filling her tightness and not stopping. She clenched around his digit and moaned, her breasts growing heavier beneath her. Sweat rolled down her face. The intrusion in her bottom hole burned and made her quake with pleasure at the same time.
“Your body belongs to me now, Betsy,” he rasped in her ear. “All of you. Even this wonderful tight little hole of yo
urs.” He wiggled his finger inside her, and she cried out as dark spots dotted her vision.
She spiraled into oblivion as the heat coiling in her lower belly tightened to the breaking point. Waves of ecstasy sent her soaring to the stars. Her nipples hardened and tingled, burning as all her nerve endings were set on fire. She arched her back and rode the waves of pleasure as the pulses of her quaking release lessened gradually, causing her body to jerk in response. She panted and opened her eyes, ready to collapse beneath Edek’s hard body. Except he held her up, guiding her hips higher as he rammed her with vigorous thrusts.
The bed shook and he roared, growling deep in his throat as his hot seed filled her. His cock pulsed within her depths, quick pulses that resembled a steady vibration. Another spurt of seed shot into her, and the tremors from his cock sent her over the edge once more. She trembled and fell forward, but Edek caught her and brought her against his chest, cradling her and placing soft kisses on her face. She smiled up at him, utterly exhausted. He brushed her hair from her face and wiped away tears she didn’t remember shedding.
“You’re special to me, Betsy.”
Warmth spread through her chest, her soul rejoicing to hear such tender words coming from her master—the master who’d once struck fear into her heart. She trailed her fingertips along his jaw, gazing at the corded muscles of his neck. He was massive and powerful and capable of breaking her, but he held her close and looked at her with warmth in his gaze.
“Master.” She stared at him for a long moment as fresh tears brimmed in her eyes. A lone tear escaped down her cheek, but he brushed it away with his thumb. “You’re special to me too,” she said, sinking deeper in his arms.
He carried her to the washroom and cleaned her up with a warm, wet towel before bringing her back to the bed. He disappeared from her line of vision and she heard water running. Yawning, she snuggled under the covers, rolling on his side of the bed. The days of avoiding his touch at night were over.
Edek returned and gathered her close, tucking her head beneath his. He stroked her hair until she drifted into a peaceful sleep that didn’t include a single dream about Earth.
“You’re special to me.”
His tender words haunted her dreams.
*
Edek’s life was changing, and the bitterness and hatred that once ruled his heart were becoming a distant memory. He still visited his wife and sons each day, kissing their cold grave markers, but peace settled on him each time he sat among the purple dust flowers in the field where their bodies rested. He couldn’t change the past and bring them back, but he could honor their lives by moving on with his. Lanzo often stared at him with a knowing look, his kind old eyes beaming as he gazed from him to Betsy. During one such look at dinnertime, Edek smiled and nodded, confirming his brother’s suspicions that he’d grown to care for his little human slave.
Sumlin District’s warriors resumed training under Edek’s command, and he found he slipped easily into his new position. Over five hundred men arrived at the training grounds each morning, and they practiced with their weapons for an unknown battle. As word of the Kall’s deadliness spread around the galaxy, fewer species were willing to risk provoking them. Though Edek had seen many battles in his day, he couldn’t help but wonder if many of the younger Kall under his command might only see a handful of battles. Though he’d been conditioned to hunger for war and dominance, he wasn’t disheartened by the idea of less conflict. A battle would take him away from Betsy, and he anticipated coming home to her each evening more and more.
Passion ruled their nights. She stripped off her clothing and crawled under the sheets to await his arrival at bedtime. She obediently draped herself across his lap for her nightly spanking, often in eager anticipation. She’d squirm over his knee as he reddened her bottom, and he’d delve into her folds to discover her dripping, wet, and swollen. On many occasions, he’d keep her in place over his thighs and splay her cheeks apart, spreading the moisture from her inner core across her little asshole before pressing inside. He loved to feel her tensing up around his finger as he pumped in and out of her secret hole. Exploring her body and pushing her boundaries set his loins ablaze.
Of course, it wasn’t just the sex he enjoyed. He enjoyed Betsy, plain and simple. They often spoke for hours at a time, exchanging tales from their childhood and discussing their cultural differences and similarities. Humans were strikingly similar to Kall, more so than he’d thought before. Their long talks left him groggy many mornings, but he rose at an early hour nonetheless and headed for the training grounds. While he adored Betsy and treasured their time together, he took his position as commander seriously and never shirked his duties.
*
Edek would return home at any moment, and Betsy tried to listen for the sound of his aircraft approaching the mountain. She frowned when all she heard was the wind and rain, and stood at the window in his room, gazing out into the gloomy night. A slow shiver crept up her neck, and she hugged her center as a sense of foreboding fell upon her. She shook the feeling away and put it down to the weather, the chill in the air, and her longing for Edek.
Footsteps falling heavy and quick on the stairs brought her relief. At last he was home. Excitement quickened in her stomach and desire caused her nipples to peak painfully. She glanced down at her state of dress and felt a pang of fear. She hadn’t taken her clothes off yet, and she knew from experience that not waiting for Edek naked in bed earned her a spanking.
She started to pull up her dress, only for the door to open sooner than she’d expected. Gasping, she stared at the dark figure in the doorway. Though shadows hid his face, she knew from the outline of his hair that it wasn’t Edek. Edek kept his hair cropped short and neat, not long and spread out around his shoulders.
Backing up against the wall, she placed her hands on the cold stones for support and watched as a familiar Kall emerged from the darkness.
*
On the twentieth day of training it poured rain and Edek was late arriving home. His new pilot landed on the roof, and Edek hurried inside, seeking the dry warmth of the house. Perhaps he’d invite Betsy to visit the hot springs with him tonight. As he descended the winding stairs from the rooftop, he shook the water from his hair, his thoughts on his sweet little human.
He paused. Something wasn’t right.
No sounds drifted up from the kitchen, no voices from the dining room. Edek descended a few more steps and paused again on the stairs, listening. An eerie quiet filled the house.
He raced down the steps and into the dining room to find it empty. Frowning, he traipsed into the kitchen. Even if Lanzo had eaten dinner without him, the cook would be busy cleaning up and setting aside a meal for Edek.
He found the kitchen dark and spotless. Panic set in, Edek’s blood running cold.
“Betsy!” he called, sprinting through the house. “Lanzo! Betsy!”
A spot of red on the floor by the entrance hallway caught his attention. He knelt and dipped a finger in the cold liquid. Blood.
He ran out into the night, shouting Betsy’s name. Full darkness had fallen as he’d searched the house, and the moons shone down to illuminate the terrace and outbuildings. He scanned the perimeter of the house, his heart pounding. What could’ve happened? What would drive all the servants away, and Lanzo and Betsy too?
And the blood. He stiffened as grim possibilities spun in his head. Betsy was hurt. She hadn’t lost a lot of blood, but she’d been wounded. None of this made sense. If she’d indeed gotten hurt, Lanzo would’ve had her flown to the mountaintop to visit the Holy Ones. He’d always favored their natural medicines over the traditional Kall doctors. Except that didn’t account for the missing servants.
Edek raced to the hangar where his pilot had already parked his ship. The pilot’s small land craft was missing from its space, and Edek knew the young Kall had already departed.
Footsteps and heavy breathing broke through the silence of the night. Edek spun and squinted at a
figure moving down the mountain. He extracted the battle-ax affixed to his belt. Moonlight reflected on the sharp edge of the metallic head as he raised it high.
“Commander Edek!” The cook’s voice rang out.
Edek reattached his ax to his belt and gripped the cook by the shoulders. “What’s happened? Where’s Betsy? And Lanzo?”
“Lanzo’s hurt badly. A few of the servants were hurt too. We took them to the Holy Ones.” Pale moonlight streamed across the cook’s ashen face. His lip was swollen and purple.
Edek shook him, his fury rising. “Betsy! Where is she?”
The cook’s eyes widened. “She was taken by a group of Kall. Lanzo told me to tell you one thing.” He tapped the side of his head and blinked. “Ah yes. It was a name. Teyya. He said to tell you Teyya.”
Holy Fires. Teyya. The scoundrel who had a long-lasting feud with Lanzo. The one who’d tried to bid on Betsy and lost. Rage simmered under Edek’s surface. He released the cook and bounded for his ship. He hadn’t operated it in years, not since his status had elevated to High Warrior, but he needed to get to the town and fast.
He powered up the ship and pulled up the town database on the front screens. Teyya owned several properties, the largest of which was located on the outskirts of the town and surrounded with massive walls, higher even than those that encircled the town. Edek suspected Betsy had been taken there. He sent a message to fifteen of his most trusted warriors, instructing them to search all of Teyya’s properties, aside from the enclosed property.
Edek shot out of the hangar, saying prayers to all the gods he’d ever heard of. Please let Betsy be safe.
He zoomed across the town and finally hovered over Teyya’s compound, keeping the ship lights dimmed. He waited as new messages streamed in from his warriors, one by one confirming Teyya’s absence from his smaller properties. After ordering his men to converge on the compound, Edek silenced his engine and drifted to a quiet landing behind the tallest structure inside the towering walls. The ship creaked faintly as it settled on the ground, but no one inside Teyya’s house would have heard the landing through the thick stone walls. He prayed no one had been outside to witness his arrival.
