Captain's Captive

by C. F. Harris

“Funny. From the way you’ve been staring at me I was starting to think your people didn’t have a concept of modesty,” I said.

  “We do,” he said, his eyes running over me again as though mentioning it was an invitation to do it. “It’s just a little different from how you seem to do things on this world.”

  “Right, well modesty has nothing to do with this. I need my phone. Please toss me my coat.”

  “You mean this?” he asked, digging through my side pocket and pulling out my phone with a grin.

  I hoped the thing wasn’t damaged from sitting in a soaked coat. The thing was supposed to be waterproof, but what the manufacturer said and how it operated in reality could be two very different things.

  Jiorj tossed the phone over and I tried to catch it and failed completely and utterly. The thing landed on the forcefield which crackled as it touched the electronics. I cursed and picked the thing up, not thinking until it was too late that it might be dangerous to do that. Thankfully it didn’t burn my fingers away or anything and the screen didn’t seem to be damaged.

  “You’re lucky you didn’t break this thing,” I said. “That would’ve cost you if you did. These things aren’t cheap and I didn’t get the insurance policy on it.”

  He stared at me, bemused, and I realized that the words I was stringing together probably meant nothing to him since he didn’t live in a world where cell phone companies had learned they were better off gouging you on the front end for the price of a phone.

  How wonderful it would be to live in a world where the language of getting screwed over by major corporations wasn’t a given.

  “Whatever,” I grumbled. “I need to check the weather.”

  I swiped to open my phone. The thing was freezing in my hands but at least it was a connection to the outside world. Or maybe not. The first thing I saw up top was that I didn’t have a signal.

  I looked up at the snow surrounding us. Damn. There went my plan to get out of here by calling someone to rescue me. I figured I might be able to bank on this guy not knowing how a phone worked long enough to call 911 or something.

  Assuming they could get out here and rescue me in the middle of a storm. Assuming he didn’t go crazy in the meantime and do something to me. Hey, I never said it was the best plan in the world, but it’s not like I had much to work with.

  “Is there a problem?” he asked.

  “No signal,” I replied.

  He frowned and reached down to his belt. He pulled on something that looked like a string of dark material and as he moved his hand up the material seemed to melt in the wrong direction to form a tablet in his hands. Neat trick, that.

  He held it up and there was a perfect picture of the U.S. with a massive storm right over the middle. Right on top of us.

  “Damn,” I muttered again. “Looks like we’re going to be stuck here for awhile. How are you even getting a signal down here?”

  “I have to be able to communicate with my ship and the probes we have in orbit monitoring your world,” he said. “This isn’t some primitive device that can only pick up a signal using the crude network of towers you’ve set up.”

  “I guess that makes sense,” I said. “So there’s no chance of us getting out of here?”

  “I could call some of my friends, but unfortunately my ship isn’t exactly in any shape to go through weather like this thanks to your military friends on the other side of the mountain, and I don’t know that you’d want to meet my friends anyway,” he said. “I suppose the one good thing about this weather is there isn’t a chance your military will be able to mount a reasonable search for my ship for the moment.”

  “Yeah, that sounds like a good thing,” I said, more to make conversation than anything else.

  I was starting to seriously wonder whether or not some of those old stories Travis was always going on about aliens visiting our world might not have had a nugget of truth to them after all. I was also starting to seriously wonder whether or not I was going to find myself in some U.S. government laboratory right next to this guy getting dissected because I’d been in close contact with him.

  That contact wasn’t nearly as close as I’d like, of course. The more I looked at him the more I was feeling a heat that had nothing to do with the snow providing insulation overhead or the small heater he’d set up in the middle of our little sphere.

  The more I looked at him the more I wanted him. The more I needed him.

  It was as though a year of sexual frustration, denial, and guilt was suddenly breaking free in a confused jumble. Maybe it also had something to do with the fact that I wasn’t entirely certain I wasn’t lying in a snow drift somewhere with my neurons firing wildly creating this nice dream while I was basically kept in the bear equivalent of an ice box while it waited to come back for a snack.

  There was an unpleasant thought if there ever was one.

  “Is something wrong?” he asked.

  “Just thinking of some things we might do to pass the time while we wait for this blizzard to end,” I said.

  “I could think of a couple of things we could do to pass the time,” he said.

  He did that thing again. The thing he’d done a few minutes ago. He got down on all fours and for one crazy moment I was reminded of the bear landing on all fours and charging at me. Only the hunger in ol’ Jiorj’s eyes as he moved in on me was nothing like the hunger the bear had demonstrated.

  And in this case I was more than happy to let him devour me. Those barriers that had been up for the past year were breaking down completely and I realized that I was so ready for them to break down. Maybe it was the absurdity of the situation that let me finally break free of the guilt, but I knew deep down that if he kept advancing on me I wasn’t going to put my foot on his chest and kick him away this time around.

  I licked my lips. My eyes darted back and forth between his eyes and down to his purple muscled body and the massive bulge pressing out from between his legs. “What did you have in mind to pass the time?”

  “I don’t know what’s come over me,” he said in a low growl that reminded me of the bear again, but coming from him it was so sexy. “I find you exotic. Alluring. I can’t resist you, and it’s very rare that I’ve met a woman who does that to me.”

  “Don’t you think you’re laying it on a little thick there Jiorj?” I whispered.

  Though the honest truth was I was having trouble keeping it under control. I felt fluttery in my stomach as I thought about how long it had been since I’d known the touch of a man. There was the year since Travis passed, and then at least six months before that when he was too sick to do anything.

  I shivered as Jiorj drew closer, and it had nothing to do with the snow just on the other side of the curious forcefield he’d created.

  “You’re trembling Stacy,” he said as he drew close enough that I could feel his breath on my lips. “How long has it been?”

  “Too long,” I whispered, and my lips moving caused them to brush against his.

  That was all the invitation he needed. His lips pressed against mine and any remaining barriers that might have been there keeping me from doing this were obliterated. I guess it took a strange man from another world to break those down, but I needed this. I desperately needed a release. I desperately…

  Felt like I was cheating on Travis. This was wrong. So wrong even as the feel of him, the taste of him, felt so right. I put a hand against his chest and pushed him away, though it wasn’t nearly as forceful this time around as it had been earlier.

  It was like this was the last stand of all the guilt I’d felt over the past year and a half every time I looked at another man and felt an attraction, and the guilt was finally losing.

  Jiorj cocked an eyebrow and fixed me with a wide panty-melting grin. At least it would’ve been a panty-melting grin if I still had my panties on which I didn’t. “Now that’s impressive. I don’t think a woman has ever resisted me once I kissed her. You’re very intriguing Stacy from earth, but I
know what you want. Your body is screaming for me.”

  “You’re awfully full of yourself. You know that?”

  He blinked and looked surprised that I would even mention it. “Of course I am. I’m heir to an interstellar kingdom that includes your world and the most eligible bachelor in this arm of the galaxy, and right now I want you.”

  He advanced on me again. I couldn’t say anything. I knew if I said anything it would be to scream for him to take me now, and there was still that small part of me holding out. I guess I hadn’t broken through all of my barriers quite yet, but it also looked like Jiorj was in a mood to break through some of those now.

  He leaned forward and pressed his lips against mine once more and I melted. That was it. The last vestiges of the guilt I’d carried with me for so long were carried away in a tsunami of lust.

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