Blythe had grown used to a sore bottom and wondered if she’d become accustomed to disciplinary sessions, wondering if she subconsciously set up situations to be spanked. She shook the thought off, as she usually did. It made no sense.
Spankings—especially Xan’s punishments—hurt. A lot! She’d be daft to look for a caning or belt whipping. Did people actually yearn for those things?
Did she? Maybe…
“Okay, get up, girl. That was just a little reminder for you.”
A chair scraped on the floor near her. She slowly rose, swiping at the tears and pushing away the wet pieces of hair stuck to her face. Xan was sitting in a chair and was so tall; his eyes were level with hers. Pra’kirean men were so large; she swore she’d never get used to it.
His large, cold and clammy hand ran over her cheeks. “Look at that naughty backside.” He tsked loudly.
Blythe grinned at him. “You enjoy tsking now that I taught you.”
He gave her a full boyish grin, and she swore she adored him. “I do. It’s a perfect reaction to many things…it’s a shame we as a planet hadn’t learned this years ago.”
“I wish it wasn’t used against me so often.” She pulled in her bottom lip, blushing with embarrassment.
“Pet, all you need to do is behave. Why is it such a struggle for you?”
“I don’t know…I like things to go my way sometimes.”
His eyes widened, and he said with incredulity, “Sometimes? That’s an understatement. Come sit on my lap.”
“But…don’t you want—”
“Sit on my lap. Now.” His large hand patted his thigh. “Are we having one of those days today?”
She shook her head, straddling his lap, making sure her sore skin didn’t touch his thighs.
“I broke from routine a bit today. We’re doing the feeding practice first, and then you can service me. It’ll give your bottom time to cool off first.” Xan’s large hands plumped her breasts, squeezing and pinching the nipples. He released them, the bountiful flesh wobbling. “Just like we’ve practiced, what do you do next?”
She worried that Xan’s knowledge about these things was wrong. What if she didn’t start lactating and wouldn’t be able to feed her baby? He had assured her that her body would indeed produce breast milk, and if she didn’t, Pra’kir breast milk would be fine for Tegan, but she wanted their baby to have her milk—human milk.
Xan swore that forced lactation wasn’t just something on Pra’kir but was commonplace on many planets, including Earth. Since Blythe’s captivity, Xan had studied and learned many things about Earth, reveling in how inferior it was to Pra’kir, but at the same time, he loved pointing out the many customs they had in common.
Cupping her right breast with her left hand, she plumped the nipple and areola between her thumb and fingers. Since becoming pregnant, the nipples had grown large and the areola was darkening and enlarging. Before she could press the full, rounded end into Xan’s mouth, his hand slapped the breast out of her hand, leaving a pink handprint on her white skin.
“You started with that breast last night. It’s imperative that you remember to start with a different breast at every feeding. Yuk—Tegan will suck harder initially. I want both breasts to be of equal size and not lopsided. Clear?”
“Yes, Master. I forgot. And you almost called her Yuki…do you still want that name?” Holding her breath, she waited for the answer before commenting further.
“I do like the name Yuki, but no, I want Tegan Denisse. It’s a good name for a girl—delicate but strong. I forgot for a moment; I’ll do better in the future. No worries. Now, start again.” He tapped her left breast with his forefinger.
“Yuki is what we say when we change a poopy—
They both finished the sentence in unison, “—poopy diaper on Earth.”
“I know, brat. You’ve told me before. Now get that breast up here, or I’ll decide to flip you over my lap and spank you some more for your impertinence.”
She cupped her left breast with her right hand, plumping the nipple and areola between her fingers, drawing it into his mouth. Opening his mouth wide, she pushed the whole of her areola and nipple in, watching him envelop her rounded flesh.
He drew on her nipple, she gasped with the pain, tightly closing her eyes. “Oh…Xan…I mean—”
Instantly, a stinging pain bloomed in her left buttocks for the disrespect, accompanied by a low growl.
“It hurts.” She laced it with as much of a whine as she dared; he didn’t respond well to sniveling either. The occasional mewl brought a sense of satisfaction to him, and that evil grin of his would surface, but anything more than a quiet commentary and it became an indication to him that she required discipline.
Her breast popped out of his mouth, the air cool on the warm, wet nipple. His eyebrows shot up. “Does anything of value and worth occur without work and pain, girl?”
Damn, she hated when he asked questions like that. “Maybe…”
“Care to rephrase?”
She sighed loudly, “No. It always takes work. Are you sure about this?”
“I am. These?” He plumped her breasts one in each hand. “They’re made to produce milk, and they will. In time. Close your eyes.”
She eyed him suspiciously, staring into his dark eyes, looking for clues on what would be happening next. Succumbing to his will, as usual, she shuttered her lids.
His deep voice rumbled through her. “Picture Tegan in your mind. Do you see her?”
Part of her felt confused. Thinking of her baby, or any baby, as well as hearing a baby cry made the breast milk let down in a nursing mother, and yet having Xan suck on her breast had her sexually aroused. She knew logically that this was a normal reaction. Women were used to their breasts being viewed as sexual, and men loved suckling on them, but then to add to the confusion of producing milk, especially milk for a child, made the feelings conflicted. She struggled with the dichotomy of the situation. And as an anthropologist, she understood culture enough to know that women had struggled with this same issue for centuries.
Once a woman becomes a mother, the desire to be sexual is still present, but the need to nourish and meet the needs of a child is just as important.
Blythe smiled, that sweet little face of their daughter appearing at the forefront of her mind, her full, tiny, pouty lips. She had her father’s long thin nose and his curly dark hair. It was still too early to tell exactly how she’d look, but traits were visible already.
His warm, wet lips tightly suctioned her nipple, drawing and pulling. It was at that point that a strong tingle in her breast made her suck air between her teeth, a numbing tingle that caused her womb to contract and her clit to throb.
“Oh…my God. What is that?” Her eyes sprung open to find Xan’s wide eyes looking back at her, the corners crinkled in amusement. It was then that she noticed him swallowing.
“Are you? Is there milk? Am I making milk?”
He nodded slowly, and she swore he sucked harder…and faster.
“Shut. Up! Oh my God! This is fucking amazing!” A sharp pinch to her left cheek had her jumping and remembering her place. She blushed, dropping her gaze, hoping it wouldn’t mean a punishment. Or worse, that he wouldn’t let her see Tegan.
A moan similar to when she sucked him off caught her attention, and with his eyes closed, the alien appeared to be in his ecstasy. He pulled away, her reddened nipple moist with his spit and her milk, a bluish droplet dangling at the tip. His long, cool finger scooped the lonely drop, bringing it to her lips.
“Taste it, girl.”
At first, she hesitated, backing away from it, but curiosity won out. Closing her lips around the digit, the watery liquid coated her tongue. Sweet. It was similar to sugar water.
“It’s sweeter—much sweeter—than the milk of Pra’kir women. Your milk is like nectar from Na.”
It made no sense, but she filled with pride. Her milk. She had made milk…for her daughter. And apparently for her future husband
as well.
Xan was eyeing her other breast, plumping it in his hand. “Close your eyes; visualize our daughter.”
As he requested she thought of their daughter, knowing it would help with the training.
Our daughter.
Would she ever get used to that phrase? Or would she always feel an overwhelming sense of awe and pride? The baby she thought she’d never be blessed to have. Her baby. Their baby. Half human and half Pra’kirean.
Her friend Brianna had a baby a year ago and told her that being pregnant and having a baby is the most surreal experience a woman can have. Blythe wouldn’t get to have the thrill of carrying a child, but she never thought she’d hold a baby made from her flesh…and a little girl at that.
The tingle she’d felt moments prior along with a warm heat suffused her breast, and Xan murmured, “That’s my girl.”
She smiled, loving when he praised her.
Chapter Two
Xan paused, staring at the beauty on his lap, her soft, lush bottom, warm and freshly spanked. Her strawberry blonde hair cascaded in waves over her shoulders, soft wispy strands framing her face, the pale, peach colored skin, her eyelids fluttering and concealing the emerald green eyes, and he once again was mesmerized by how utterly beautiful she was. How he wished he could see what she was imagining. The soft, faint smile curving her lips said there was a bit of mischief in her thoughts, and he wouldn’t have her any other way.
The mouthy woman who fought for control kept him on his toes, his hand busy spanking her plump backside. Since she’d become pregnant, her fits of temper had gone to a new level, and he found himself having to drag the pet collar and leather strap back out to keep her in line. He’d be damned if he’d let a slip of a woman control him with her angry outbursts.
He sucked tightly, the flesh pillowing under his assault. If she’d produced milk on one, then it was almost a given that this one would produce today also.
Blythe’s little gasp assured him that his sucking was firm enough. Her hardened nipple rubbed against the roof of his mouth, tickling the sensitive palate.
“Oh. Oh, here it comes.” Blythe’s breathy exclamation had an edge of a surprise to it.
Those curvy hips spasmed, jerking with the sexual pull on her uterus, and not long after, her sweet milk spurted, coating him and rushing down the back of his throat. He expected it to come out in a steady stream, but it resembled a showerhead instead, the force compelling him to gulp more than swallowing rapidly.
And this is why babies need burping; he felt like he too was gulping air to keep up. His girl wouldn’t have to worry about yielding enough for Tegan. And until his little girl was ready to suckle from her mama, he’d keep those breasts busy, reaping the benefits of his persistence. Happily.
How the hell did babies do this?
Dribbling milk, gulping, gasping for air through his nose…and then it happened, he inhaled milk, choking, and spewing his mouthful all over Blythe’s chest and face, dribbling the rest all down the front his dress shirt.
“Fuck!” He swiped a hand over his wet chin, trying to mop up the rest with his hands, shaking the excess onto the floor. He looked at his girl to see her wide eyed, dripping with the light blue fluid, droplets even clinging to her eyelashes.
But what surprised them both, the breast milk was still spraying and dripping from her plump globe, adding to the wetness of his shirt. Reaching out, he grabbed her nipple, pinching it hard between his thumb and forefinger, causing it to cease immediately.
“I’m a mess.” Her pouty bottom lip extended, and she held her arms away from her body, milk dripping steadily to the floor.
“I’m sorry, baby. I choked and…there was so much. Such a good girl. Let’s go shower.” He stood, tucking her under his arm, walking to the downstairs bathroom.
“You were right; I made milk!” He couldn’t help but laugh at the surprises in her voice.
“You doubted me?” With a feigned shock, he raised his eyebrows, curious to hear her answer.
“Well, duh! I mean, you never even knew that humans existed until a few months ago, and you’re a…man…and an alien. How would you know about milk production of human females?” She furrowed her eyebrows, shaking her head at what she perceived as silliness.
“Because I told you, my dear, that I had researched all of this. Everything we’ve done has been based on facts and data. You’ll learn to trust me…in time.”
He wondered, though, would she grow to trust him completely?
He loved her intelligence, but the downside of a rational thinking woman was that she’d more often than not needed and desired to learn, knowing something for herself, not taking someone’s word for it, no matter how much he’d love to have a mate that would blindly trust and follow.
What man wouldn’t love that?
As a doctor and councilman, he treasured her intellect more than that. He appreciated her need to study, her experience, and ability to assess situations for herself, not relying on anyone else.
Xan waved his hand under the showerhead in the extra large stall, the clear doors open until the hot water warmed the stone floor, steam rising in plumes around them. Drawing his girl toward him, he licked her face, sucking on her cheeks and neck, her giggle extracting a chuckle from him. It had taken a while, but once he learned how to make her laugh, he found excuses to hear it daily.
“You’re tickling me—and I’m a mess!” She tried pushing him away, her small hands only annoying him, not having the affect she wished.
“In the shower with you, girl.” He smacked her ass lightly, cupping a cheek to guide her in before him, her bottom still pink from her spanking.
“I bring a whole new meaning to a milk maid.”
He tilted his head at her. “Milk maid?”
Those deep green eyes started to roll back, but she caught herself, quickly shutting them and shifting her body to stand directly under the warm spray. “We have these black and white animals on Earth that are called cows and their…teats…tits hang under them.”
“Like our animals here.”
“Yes, probably. I wouldn’t know…I only go outside to pee on your grass.” Her lips thinned, her nostrils flaring a bit.
“Watch your tone, pet.” He dragged the phrase out, dropping his voice to a low baritone.
“Okay.” She swallowed loudly. “Anyway…in the past, there were women who milked the cows, and they were referred to as milk maids. But the slang for milk maid is someone who has breast milk and lets men suck the milk for sexual gratification. So…here I am, Blythe, your personal milk maid, Sir.”
Xan couldn’t hide his grin, although he tried. His woman, her hair still holding droplets of her breast milk and his shirt sopping wet with it, had indeed become his milk maid. He liked the phrase and intended on using it at the opportune time to humiliate her, watching her cheeks flush.
He quickly divested himself of his clothes. His cock had been impossibly hard since taking her onto his lap and getting his first taste of her sweetness, but once she sprayed him…he swore he almost lost control on the spot. He lightly caressed its length, the tip damp with his semen.
Stepping inside the now steamy stall, he found his sweet pet pouting with her goosebumped skin, her nipple erect and hard. “Aw, baby. Don’t frown like that…c’mon let Daddy clean you up. I’ll make it all better.” He pressed the buttons on the wall, the green soap shooting onto their bodies. He lathered her body up, sudsing her curvy frame.
“Head back, let me wash your hair just the way you like it.” Taking great care to keep any soap from her eyes, he thoroughly washed the curly red locks, assuring that all remnants of the milk were replaced with her favorite shampoo. He took great pains to rinse it, leaving her hair to shimmer in the morning light filling the room.
“There, all better. Now for your reward…you may now service my cock.”
Like the good girl he’d trained her to be, she smiled broadly, and he swore his heart ached with pride. It hadn’
t been an easy task to bring her to this level, but she enjoyed servicing him maybe even more than she enjoyed his ministrations bringing her to orgasm.
Blythe gracefully knelt before him, cupping his balls in one hand, placing gentle kisses along the sensitive sac. Her warm mouth drew them one by one into his mouth, her tongue lolling them along the wet surface.
He braced himself with a hand on each wall, his thighs trembling with his arousal.
She licked and kissed her way along the length of him, rolling around the end, focusing the tip of her tongue at the head of his cock.
Xan wove his hands through her wet curls, guiding her to take the full length of him as he’d trained her, easing slowly down her throat, pulling out to allow her to catch her breath before battering her again.
Blythe’s eyes filled with tears, obviously fighting back her gag reflex. Xan loved nothing more than knowing that Blythe chose the girth of him over breathing or swallowing.
His pleasure and spending his cock down her throat every morning seemed the best—and only—way to start the day.
Exiting her slender, narrow throat, he shouted, “This is it, girl. I’ll be coming!”
She nodded, taking a deep breath through her nose just before he rammed his length back into her, and with a shout sounding more like a roar, his semen shot straight down her esophagus. He quickly released, allowing her to swallow and take a deep breath, his come spurting onto her face before entering her mouth one last time, shooting the last bit of semen onto her tongue.
His body trembled, his legs feeling wobbly, and he braced himself with a hand on each wall of the stall, his breath ragged. Just as he had trained Blythe, she licked him dry, cleaning every last drop of him.
Finally able to function, he opened his eyes to watch her pink tongue lovingly cleaning him while his juices sluiced down her cheeks drying in some areas. Xan gently scooped the viscous fluid onto his finger, feeding her ready and open-mouthed.
Blythe sucked on his finger tightly, those green eyes staring up at him adoringly. He swore he couldn’t be happier at that moment. Weaving his hand into her hair, he lightly stroked her scalp. “Such a good girl.”
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