Forta grins and growls, then picks me up and drops me on the bed. He flips me over, putting me on my front, then uses the telerings to spread my legs into a split, testing my flexibility. I gasp, enjoying the thrill of being manhandled, then yelp as Forta’s big, red hand slaps my ass.
“What was that for, Master?” I ask, closing my eyes to drink in the electric sting. “Am I being punished?”
“If this is a fresh start, I have to demonstrate that disobedience will not be tolerated,” he says, tracing his fingers along my throbbing flesh. Then he smacks the same spot, eliciting a throaty groan from me. “Understood, pet?”
“Yes, Master,” I mumble, my face reddening as quickly as my backside. It’s not as though I’d forgotten how it feels to get spanked.
Forta continues, alternating between my cheeks, making sure they both ache. I writhe against my bonds, but they hold me firm. My arousal surges from the sensation of helplessness, of being at my master’s mercy, and I feel my toes curling against his bed’s soft comforter. Then he dips a finger into my sopping entrance, probing enough to cause a surge of pleasure but leaving me yearning for more.
“You remember the rule, pet,” says Forta. “You must have my permission to come.”
“Please, Master?” I beg, squirming against his intruding finger. “This is a... fresh start. Can’t we... change the rules?”
He chuckles. “No, it’s a good rule,” he replies, withdrawing his digit and giving my ass a hard smack. “You’re still a naughty pet sometimes. You need to be disciplined.”
“Please, Master,” I mumble.
He slaps my other cheek, then whispers into my ear, “You don’t agree? Discipline. The word itself makes you quiver.”
It’s true. Hearing it sends a shiver that runs up my spine. I may not care for the pain of getting spanked, but I can’t get enough of what comes next.
“Okay, Master.”
Grinning, Forta gets onto the bed and lifts me by the shoulders. Two telerings emerge and wrap around my chest, above and below my breasts, keeping my body bent at the hips. My wrist rings lock my arms behind my back in a box, leaving me in a stringently bound position. Forta admires his handiwork, then opens a cabinet, revealing a prodigious collection of toys and devices. He picks out a pair of bullet-shaped plugs; they glisten, lubricating themselves. I pant, watching him until he disappears behind me; then I feel the toys slipping into my eager holes. The plugs aren’t enormous, but they’re not small either, and they bring me an enthralling sense of fullness.
“When I come, these will vibrate,” he explains, standing up on the bed in front of me. His thick, rigid cock rises; he has to angle it down with his hands to get it in my waiting mouth.
I take his shaft in deep, tasting his salty skin. Unable to move in any significant way, all I can do is keep my mouth open and suck. After a month of training, I’m no longer gagging on his length, but I’ll always have to work hard to get my lips around his considerable girth.
As I suck hard on his rod, enjoying the familiar taste, I clench down on the toys in my ass and pussy. They’re not vibrating yet, and I desperately want them to start. Feeling them inside me, lying in wait, spurs me on to earn my reward.
Forta groans as his cock plunges in and out of my mouth, my lips tightly gripping his shaft. His cock shines, thoroughly coated in my saliva. My back burns from the taxing pose, but I barely feel it—all my attention is on Forta. His cock throbs against my tongue, and I know he’s getting close. As proof, the vibrators activate, creating a slight tingle.
He jams his cock in deep and keeps it in, so I suck with all my strength, and at last I feel his sweet seed burst in my mouth. I hold onto his cock with my lips as he pulls out, keeping his essence and swallowing it down. Gasping for breath, I nonetheless lick his tip until I’ve coaxed out every drop, not stopping until he’s finished.
As soon as he is, the vibrators finally come alive, and in seconds an orgasm begins to swell.
“Hold it,” Forta says, kissing me.
I moan, desperate to have my own release, but I obey his order. He walks calmly to his cabinet of toys and picks out a set of yckjer clamps; he grins as he shows them to me, then kisses me again as he clips them onto my nipples. My cry comes out a shrill squeak as pain in my breasts tempers the bliss. I breathe deeply, trying to stay strong. No matter what I do, however, I won’t be able to hold back the flood for long.
“Please, Master?”
Forta tugs at the thin chain connecting my nipple clamps, then reaches around with his other hand to smack my ass. Fresh suffering racks my body, and I wail. “Please!”
“Yes, pet, you may come.”
Closing my eyes and smiling with relief, I let the orgasm erupt. Somewhere in the recesses of my mind I can feel that Forta is kissing me again, and while that’s nice it doesn’t compare to the ecstasy rocketing me into subspace. Satisfaction from fulfilling my master’s order amplifies the intense physical sensations alive within, producing a climax that makes time practically stand still. I could stay in this moment a lifetime, high on euphoria and—
And love.
“Forta?”
He holds my head to his and whispers, “I’ve opened my nanites to yours so you could feel what I feel for you. I hope that’s okay.”
Tears of joy escape and drip onto the bed. I have no idea if a person has ever experienced their partner’s love this way—if they’ve realized its pureness on such a complete level.
I laugh. “Yes, it’s okay.”
Then he reaches between my legs and withdraws the toy in my pussy. Before I can whine, he thrusts his cock in instead, wasting no time in going deep.
“You can come again, pet.”
“Yes... Master,” I whisper, already enraptured.
We spend an eternity together like this, and together we both know: this is just the beginning.
* * *
When I wake up, Forta’s still in bed next to me, holding my hand. He’s sitting up, looking out the long, wide windows at the New York City skyline.
“You can’t really see the stars,” he says, handing me a glass of water from a nearby nightstand. “Too much light.”
“Yeah,” I reply. “But the city is pretty too.”
He nods. “That’s true. You like the view?”
I stare out at the metropolis, something I’d only ever really seen in movies and TV. “Oh, yeah.”
He pulls my hand to his lips and kisses it. “So move in with me.”
“Here?” I ask, laughing.
“Yes, here. A pet should live with her master.”
I smirk. “You have a point. But what about my life in Ontego? Dad’s there now, remember?”
“You can visit any time. And wouldn’t you rather be with me than make batteries?”
Gathering the silky sheets around me, I sit up too. “But what am I going to do with my life, other than being your pet?”
“Whatever you want, Melody. I hear you can do anything in New York.”
I think back to the years I spent in college, studying communications, even though I fully expected to make carburetors. Forta’s right—I could make use of my education here, and start my own business like I dreamed. On the other hand...
“What if I want to run an emu farm?” I ask, not really able to keep a straight face.
Forta smiles. “Then I’ll move with you to Ontego. I can commute.”
“Oh, good.”
He kisses me, but then the humor slips from his expression. “Melody, I feel I need a place to call home. I’ll always miss Dokkedex, but I could get used to living on Earth—anywhere on Earth, as long as it’s with you. I think the most important lesson humanity can teach the Dominars is to appreciate what you have. I don’t need some ancient cave—I need what we had there together.”
I kiss him back, blinking away more tears. “You’ll always have it.”
“I want to make Earth a place I’m proud to call home,” he says. “Will you help me do that?”
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�Yes, Master,” I say. “I’d love to.”
The End
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