by Aline Ash
“I desire you,” he moans in my ear.
His words and the sultry tone of his voice send goosebumps marching up and down my body. I know I should say no. I open my mouth, but the words don’t come out. My entire body is drawn to him like iron filings to a magnet. And I only want more.
Kon presses himself to me, his body engulfing mine, his breath tickling my neck and sending lightning bolts through my body. He leans down, and I feel the head of his cock pressing against my opening. I moan and shudder as I feel the ridges of his dick sliding along lips that are more sensitive than they’ve ever been. The need and desire welling inside me is overwhelming and I feel as if I can’t catch my breath.
But then he turns me around, and I put my hands out, bracing myself against the wall. He trails his fingertips down my spine, leaving furrows of fire in their wake. His every touch excites me, and I feel myself dripping, feel my juices running down the insides of my thighs.
I arch my back and push myself toward Kon, the uncontrollable need for him to fill me driving me crazy. That voice in my head whispers to me, telling me to stop. It tells me to put an end to this. But my pussy throbs and my body hums with electricity that makes my skin feel like it’s on fire. And those sensations override the whispered thoughts of shame and fear floating through my mind.
Kon steps forward, I arch my back. He grabs hold of my hips, and his cock’s head is now pressed against my warm, slick opening. Then with a grunt, he thrusts his hips and parts my lips, piercing my molten core. As the ridges on his staff slide along my inner walls, it sends waves of the most intense feeling I’ve ever had shooting through me. I moan loudly, reveling in the feeling of him moving within me.
Kon pauses and holds himself deep inside me. We remain motionless for a long moment as I absorb the feeling of him filling me so thoroughly. So deliciously.
He starts to roll his hips, plunging himself into me. A small breath passes his lips as he moves agonizingly slowly at first, as if he is savoring the sensation of being in my pussy, but then he quickly picks up momentum. He drives himself into me faster and harder with every thrust, suddenly more and more insatiable.
His movements are firm but are still gentle. He seems to be making sure that my pleasure is taken into account, which is a new experience for me.
Kon moves inside me, the ridges of his cock sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing to every corner of my body. He tightens his grip on my waist and thrusts his cock into me harder, setting off explosions inside me. Our bodies move in unison, writhing and grinding against one another, and I suddenly feel a connection to him. I’ve never felt more connected to a person in all my life. I love the feel of Kon’s hands on me. I relish the feeling of him filling me up as the ridges of his cock tantalize my insides. His breath quickens, and his rhythm stutters as a low groan passes his lips.
Kon steps back, taking his cock out of me, and I suddenly feel empty, my hunger gnawing at my insides. I spin around, desperate to have him back inside of me, desperate to feel that connection again, and Kon picks me up. I wrap my legs around his waist as he presses me hard against the wall.
I dig my fingernails into his shoulders and gasp loudly as his cock finds my slit. He pushes himself into me again, and this makes me feel dizzy. Lightheaded. It is the most amazing feeling ever, and the intensity of his eyes burning into mine takes the sensations coursing through me to an even higher level.
“Fuck. Oh God, yes!” I cry.
My body clenches, and as he thrusts himself hard, hitting that sensitive spot deep inside me. It makes me scream and shake as my orgasm comes crashing down over me. I come hard, my pussy contracting around his cock, making it even tighter, but Kon pushes himself into me deeper as I come and I feel like my insides are melting. He crushes me between his hard body and the stone wall behind me, continuing to slam his cock into me. He is rough and forceful, and the pleasure I feel is so intense it makes my eyes well with tears.
Kon grunts, and there is a fevered light in his eyes as he thrusts himself into me wildly, pounding me roughly as a low growl issues from his throat. I grip him harder with my thighs and dig my nails deeper into his amazing velvety skin. So good! His eyes are locked onto mine, the expression of raw need in his face.
But there’s something behind his eyes that shocks me. I see something more than his need and desire. For the first time, I feel like I’m seeing Kon with his defenses down, and without that mask of cold indifference he usually wears. This isn’t just a fuck for him. As his eyes burn into mine, he looks at me like he cares about me. Could it be like he feels something for me? This momentary thought takes my breath away and sets my heart racing even harder than before.
As we gaze into each other’s eyes, I feel that connection between us hardening, solidifying. I can’t read his mind, but somehow I know that he feels the bond forming between us every bit as sharply as I do. It’s something I never expected, and it hits me hard.
Kon continues to pump himself into me. His body tightens, and I feel his muscles all tense as his cock continues to swell. It rubs against my inner walls with intensifying pressure until my whole body is pierced by another mind-blowing orgasm. A moment later, Kon throws his head back and lets out a long, loud growl as he erupts inside of me. I gasp as I feel his hot cum spurting inside of me, and I cling to him as he fills me up.
Kon sets me down on my feet, and I feel his seed spill out of me, running down the insides of my thighs, and I marvel at the pale purple liquid as well as the fact that it feels cool, tingling. It’s the same sort of tingle I remember getting on my lips and tongue when I had a peppermint candy. It feels nice.
My legs are shaky, and I’m not sure I’ll be able to stand on my own. Kon keeps his arm on me, helping keep me on my feet. It takes a few moments, but I’m able to slow my racing heart as well as my ragged breathing, and I grow less shaky.
He presses his forehead against mine, the crushed velvet fur tickling me, but it’s pleasant. We stay where we are for a few moments, clinging to one another as we ride out the currents of our bliss. Together. I feel a warmth spreading from my belly outward, enveloping me in a feeling of connectedness that we’re sharing.
But then the mask of indifference Kon wears falls back into place, and the gentle moment passes. He looks down at me, his face neutral, even that light of desire he looked at me with has vanished. He swiftly goes from the generous lover to the cold and indifferent Tabiaean. The alien. The warrior.
The Beast.
I give a start when I hear a loud banging on the steel door just before it opens, and Gargolian guards steps inside. They look at us, somehow managing to convey their disdain for us on their blank, reptilian faces.
“The cell is ready. Let’s go,” one of them barks at us.
“Now you are prepared for what is going to come,” Kon says. “And remember, you must trust me.”
I nod. “I do.”
“You are my pet. I will tame you, and you will obey me,” he says quietly. “It is the only way we can emerge from this alive.”
I nod again, not sure, however, if this pet taming and obedience is really necessary for survival or just his personal preference. Not a good time to start arguing, I guess.
“Good,” he says. “And remember, above all, you must put on a good show.”
“What?” I ask.
“They are waiting for the entertainment,” he replies with disgust. “Be sure you are entertaining. They can kill you if you aren’t.”
Chapter Twelve
Marissa
I had expected that we’d be taken back to Kon’s cell, but instead, wearing nothing but the towels wrapped around our bodies, we’re marched into a large room that’s mostly empty. There are no windows, only the one door, and no furnishings other than the large contraption I remember seeing in the arena the day Kon lashed me. A table sits beside the punishment-stand and is loaded with a number of different implements that make me shudder. My eye falls on the rusha he’d used to punish me in the a
rena and I feel a slight, warm flutter in my belly despite my fear.
I look up and see several cam-droids hovering near the ceiling, their lenses like dark eyes watching everything. Taking it all in. Making sure they don’t miss a single thing.
“Are you ready?” he asks.
“As ready as I’m going to be.”
My body is tense and I’m trembling hard, though I do my best to control it. Kon inhales deeply as if he can smell my fear and is savoring the aroma. When he turns his eyes to me, they seem to glow a vibrant blue, and his body is surrounded by the same pale blue nimbus I saw in the shower.
He’s already aroused.
Kon reaches out and grips the edge of the towel I’m using to cover myself. Watching the cameras circle over our head like a pack of hungry sharks and imagining how many people are viewing makes my stomach churn. Trying to maintain some semblance of my dignity, I grip the towel tighter.
With a small growl, Kon yanks the towel from my hands with ease. Like it’s child’s play for him. He leaves me standing there completely naked, and the cam-droids swoop in, catching me from every angle. Feeling absolutely violated, I quickly cover myself with my hands. I look away, feeling my entire body burning with the intense heat of embarrassment.
“Remove your hands,” he commands.
“Fuck you,” I say, lifting my chin defiantly.
“Now,” he orders.
“Fuck you and all the bastards who watch this sick, perverted spectacle.”
A grin quirks a corner of Kon’s mouth upward. I guess he agrees with what I just said. But in an instant, his grin changes to an ominous smirk. I feel a finger of ice sliding up my spine. Kon says nothing as I watch him walk to the small table that stands next to the punishment-stand. He picks up the rusha and turns to me. Despite the humiliation and anger I feel right now, the sight of it in his hand sends a warm thrill sweeping through me.
I try to fight off the images and sensations that seize my body as I recall how it felt to have him paddle me with the rusha, but I can’t. It plays like a highlight reel in my mind, and although the rage bubbles up inside me, so does my excitement. I feel my pussy grow warm and slick despite my best efforts to banish those thoughts.
He walks back and looms over me, his eyes glowing vibrantly, and that soft nimbus that surrounds him seems to glow even brighter. I cut a glance down and see that although he still has a towel wrapped around his waist, he’s excited. His long, thick cock is pointing outward and I resist the urge to reach out and take hold of it as I just did in the shower.
“Remove your hands,” he commands me again.
“No,” I spit back.
I glare up at him, my face set in a rictus of defiance. Kon walks circles around me, his presence nearly overwhelming. My trembling grows as the tension of the situation rises, and I hear him inhaling my scent deeply. He stops behind me and leans down, his breath warm and moist upon my ear.
“Final warning,” he says. “Lower your hands.”
“N—”
I don’t even get the word full out of my mouth before I hear the whistling sound of the rusha cutting through the air. I hear the sharp crack of the paddle slap my ass and it makes me jump. A split second later, I feel the fiery sting of pain on my ass cheek. I don’t remove my hands, and Kon smacks the other cheek just as hard. I let out a sharp cry as tears well in my eyes.
The blow is so forceful, I stagger forward, but he grabs hold of my hair and yanks me backward, keeping me on my feet. I try to wrench myself away from him, but his grip on my hair is like iron, and I earn another smack on each ass cheek for my trouble. Tears spill down my cheeks. And yet despite the pain and rage, that familiar dark arousal is stealing through me, and I feel myself growing wet.
“Lower your hands,” he says softly.
My ass is still stinging as Kon moves around and stands before me, his intensely blue eyes boring into mine. A smile plays across his lips as he breathes deeply, inhaling my scent. I remain standing as I am, stubbornly refusing to lower my hands and reveal myself for the viewers.
Kon’s movements are so fast, I don’t even have time to react as he reaches out and grabs hold of my hair again. He pulls me along, and I grab his wrist, struggling to break free of his grasp. He holds me fast and drags me over to the punishment-stand, and only then does he let me go.
Kon’s hand snakes out so quickly, I don’t have time to react. He’s got hold of the back of my neck, squeezing it almost painfully, though I can tell he’s holding himself back. He forces me down over the pad of the punishment-stand, exposing my ass for all to see. A moment later, I hear the now-familiar sound of the rusha cutting through the air a moment before it connects with my ass. A loud yelp bursts from my throat, and I grit my teeth as the sting sears my flesh.
“When I tell you to do something, you will do it,” he growls.
Tears leak from the corners of my eyes and spill down my cheek. The pain wars with the intense pleasure gripping my body and leaves me dripping wet. The contradiction is so thick, it makes my head spin.
“Do you understand?” he presses, his voice low and gruff.
I nod quickly. “Yes.”
“Yes, what?” he demands.
I look over my shoulder at him. “What? What do you mean?”
Smack. The rusha connects with my ass again and I let out a pained scream. My backside feels like it’s on fire, but at the same time, the insides of my thighs grow slicker with my desire.
“You will address me as Master,” he growls. “You are my pet, and I am your Master. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Master. Yes, Master.”
“Very good.”
He’s playing the part of the domineering male quite convincingly.
As enraged as I am, I’m stunned by how turned on I am at the same time, and how hard it makes my pussy throb. I am letting him manhandle me, I don’t want to fight him, and it’s feels incredibly hot. Vibrant. I never thought I could enjoy something like this.
Kon picks up a metal collar from the table, and I start to back away from it. He again grabs me by the hair with one of his massive hands and clasps it around my neck with a loud clicking sound. The collar has wires that end in clips and one that has what looks like a trigger, and it sends a cold chill of fear washing through me.
“What is that?” I gasp. “What are you doing?”
He doesn’t say a word as he takes the first clip and attaches it to my nipple. It digs into my flesh painfully, and when I raise my hand to remove it, Kon grabs my wrist and pulls it away. He looks into my eyes meaningfully, as if reminding me to trust him. I do. I also see lust burning in them. I really hope, he is not going to lose control over how hard he plays his part.
I wince in pain when he attaches the next clip to my other nipple, and I do not attempt to remove it. I don’t want to enrage him for real. My eyes widen and my mouth falls open, my entire body tensing as he attaches the third clip to my clit. The pinch of pain is excruciating, but it’s followed by a rush of the strangest pleasure I’ve ever known. I am so fucking wet. Kon steps back, a salacious grin splitting his lips as he looks at me, holding the trigger in his hand. He squeezes it, and I am suddenly jolted by vibrations that are so intense they drive the breath from my lungs. My entire body spasms, and I feel myself nearly come as my arousal grows impossibly stronger. It takes me a moment to catch my breath again once the vibrations stop, and I look at Kon, who’s regained his control and stares back at me almost impassively.
“Get on the stand,” he orders.
I look at the punishment-stand dubiously for a moment and don’t move. I am hit with a second jarring jolt from the collar. The initial blast I get is painful, and I can feel myself twitching, but it’s not long before I feel the rush of endorphins coursing through my body, the pain making the pleasure all the more vibrant.
“On the stand,” he repeats.
This time, I do as he says and mount the
stand. It’s made in a way that has me on my belly on a decline so that my ass is in the air, leaving me completely exposed. He quickly locks the shackles around my wrists and ankles, holding me in place and bound to the stand. I struggle against the bonds, but it’s futile. A frustrated growl escapes me as I continue to thrash against the shackles, and the cam-droids hover before me, capturing me from every angle.
And then Kon is behind me. I feel his massive hands cupping my ass. He squeezes it, kneads my flesh, the tips of his fingers moving down to trace lips that are swollen and slick with my arousal.
“Do you submit?” he growls, his voice low and husky. His words from before, in the shower, come back to me. This is all entertainment to them, and putting on a good show is vital to staying alive.
“Fuck no,”
The smack across my ass is barehanded but somehow stings worse than the rusha, probably because Kon’s hand is much bigger than the paddle. I wince and cry out, feeling the hand-shaped burn on my ass. And then his rough, sandpaper tongue is inside me. He parts my lips, driving it deep into me. I throw my head back and cry out as he laps at my pussy.
“Your arousal is delicious,” he groans.
His voice is low and rumbling and vibrates against my pussy, sending the smoldering sparks of pleasure coursing through me. Then his tongue is on me again, licking and lapping with a zeal that takes my breath away. I gasp when he plunges his tongue inside me at the same time he drives a finger straight into my ass. The pain is excruciating as he pumps it into me.
“Kon, stop…”
I’m hit with a jolt from the collar clips, and my body clenches, the vibrations powerful, nearly to the point of being painful.
“Stop it, Master, please,” I rush to correct myself.
The vibrations stop and Kon slips his tongue deeper into my pussy as he continues to drive his finger into my ass, and the pain gives way to a strong rush of pleasure. My stomach drops, and my every nerve ending feels like it’s on fire as Kon works me from behind with his fingers and tongue.
