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Taming Him
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Taming Him Copyright© 2005 Michelle M. Pillow
Edited by Briana St. James.
Cover art by Syneca.
Electronic book Publication: October 2005
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Warning:
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Taming Him
Michelle M. Pillow
Author Note
The world of the Dragoonas, while captivating and erotic, is quite a departure from my normal fictitious endeavors. I hope that you enjoy reading it as much as I’ve enjoyed writing it.
Dedication
To Mandy for your support and humor, no matter what I do. Actually, thanks for making me pasta and…for making me pasta… Oh yeah, and for the support thing, but mostly for the pasta.
Chapter One
Alien abduction.
Maggie Stewart shook her head in disbelief as she tried to rationalize the sight before her. Things like that just did not happen in the real world, or if they did they happened to strange, uneducated people who just wanted attention. Come on. A bunch of intelligent life forms flying around space just bent on sticking things up other aliens’ asses? Hum, yeah. Sure. Whatever. Aliens come to Earth to probe the human anus. Not bloody likely.
Nope. There is no such thing as an alien abduction.
No such thing as extraterrestrials.
No such thing as this flying saucer landing right in front of my suddenly dead car in the middle of nowhere.
Maggie gripped the wheel tighter, her knuckles white. She was a sane, logical person. Things like this didn’t happen to sane, logical people. If she just reasoned it out enough, the flying saucer would just go away.
Just wait…
Waiting…
Waiting…
It didn’t go away.
Her headlights dimmed, flickering until they turned off completely. There were no streetlights on the mountain pass road and she should’ve been left in utter darkness. However, the light shining down from the ship lit up the entire country road and she could see just fine. This was insane. In a second she’d wake up and it would just disappear.
Wake up, Maggie. Wake up.
Maggie couldn’t force herself to move. She was too stunned. It was like a bad fifties movie. The bright lights flashed around the center base of the oval ship. All was silent, except the sound of her heartbeat reverberating in her head. She expected to see dirt and debris flying around her as the craft kicked out its exhaust—or whatever it was these things did. How was she supposed to know what it was called? It wasn’t like she worked for NASA. She was just a writer.
Oh, that’s it. It’s not an alien craft. My imagination is getting away with me. It’s just some government ship. Some secret testing thing I’ve stumbled upon and soon military is going to come marching out.
The idea that she’d driven in on some government test facility did little to calm her nerves. She wasn’t sure what was worse—aliens or government military. Both could be dangerous. The ship finally stopped moving and a bright light illuminated in an arch around the section facing her car.
Oh, great, they’re coming out to say hi.
Maggie tried to move, but she was still petrified. It was like the simple task of breathing was taking all her energy. Even with her body numbed with fear, her mind was coherent, still trying to rationalize the impossible.
There is no such thing as aliens. There is no such thing as extraterrestrials. There is no such thing as that incredibly built giant humanoid creature walking down the metal docking plank thingy surrounded by bright lights.
She found enough strength to hit the power lock button and was slightly amazed when it worked. The locks slid down and she felt an insane moment of relief—like when she was a kid and was sure a blanket would protect her from the bogey man. The relief was short-lived. The locks only popped back up. She hit them again, glancing to the man as he made his way slowly down from the ship.
The sound of the locks latching only to immediately unlatch seemed to echo in the car. Hitting the button repeatedly, she finally gave up and slammed her hand down on the lock to manually set it. Again, it popped up.
Okay, the locks could easily be attributed to a faulty electrical system in her brand new rental car. That she could accept. It didn’t mean alien forces were at play or anything.
Great. One mystery solved. Now, about this man coming at her.
Could you call an alien a man?
Light silhouetted the stranger as he walked closer to her car. A whimper passed her lips. There was something seductive to the sway of his hips, the way the light caressed him as he moved. His arms hung at his sides, as he walked with authority. Maggie wasn’t sure if it was just her impressions of him, but somehow she knew this man had some sort of power in whatever he did. He was powerful, strong, in charge. She was so frightened that she couldn’t even tremble in fear.
I didn’t even want to come to the Ozarks anyway. Oh, wait, yes I did. I wanted to get away from the latest cheating boyfriend. Damn bastard was having sex with everything but me.
Think, Maggie. Reason it out.
Maybe this man wasn’t an alien at all. He looked human in form—two muscular legs, two strong arms. Perhaps he was military. Some secret project she just happened to run across. His body was definitely male and in splendid shape. She saw the tapered outline of his waist, the large breadth of his shoulders. He even moved in that authoritative way those types of guys had.
Yeah, this guy could definitely be military. Special Ops.
The man came closer. Maggie gripped the wheel, as if that simple action could stop him from coming closer, as if her sheer will would keep him at bay. What did the military want with her? She was just passing through. Maybe if she closed her eyes tight they would think she didn’t see them.
Not likely.
Wake up, Maggie. Wake up.
A hand touched the hood of her car, rubbing over it as he walked closer to her window. She watched his fingers as he petted the rental as if it were a wild beast. A chill worked over her body, making her nipples so hard she thought they would burst. There was something soothing yet frightening about the gliding motion of his hand. Her body tingled with d
esire so hot her panties became instantly moist.
This was just like her dreams, only it felt more real. Maybe if she just stayed still, she’d wake up. If this was her dream, she knew what this man wanted. He wanted her—all of her. And he wouldn’t stop until he got it.
No, the dreams were just a psychological reaction to being cheated on by a supposedly impotent boyfriend. They stemmed from the self-worth issues she’d been having lately. If a man didn’t want her, her mind gave her an alien who did—one with a hard cock and boundless desire. That’s what the shrink had said anyway before suggesting she take this trip to clear her head. Maggie was a rational, smart person. The old shrink was right, wasn’t he?
This was not an alien.
This was not happening!
Her foot twitched, the first sign of movement in her body since she first saw the hand gliding over her hood. She pressed down on the gas pedal, hard. Nothing happened. The car didn’t even sputter in response. Regardless, she tried again and again, pumping the gas pedal by frantically jerking her leg.
The man’s fingers skimmed along her window, gliding up to the roof. The ship’s light momentarily blinded her and she couldn’t see his face as he passed by. His clothes were tight, dark. Slowly she turned her head to watch him. His hips and stomach were next to the car window. She gripped the wheel tighter. Her mouth gaped open, sucking in long, hard breaths. A tap sounded on the roof, as if he were drumming his fingers in thought.
Go away. Go away. Wake up, Maggie.
His movements were leisurely, as he bent over to the side. Maggie stared at the window, watching, tense, breathing so hard she felt faint. Time slowed in the agony of waiting for the unknown. What did he want? What would he do? Who? Why?
It’s just a man. A Special Ops, military man. Just a man. Just a man. Just a…
His face came into view. The darkness hid him, but then he turned, looking into her window. For the most part his features were human-like in placement, but a narrow, hard ridge came down over his forehead, blending into his nose. His eyes glinted silver, completely filled in with the almost liquid silver color. She saw her pale reflection in those eyes.
That is not just a man.
A weak scream left her, so soft it would do no good. A tear fell over her cheek. She shook with fright as she slapped her hand over the door lock, forcing it down. It popped right back up. She hit it again and again and each time it unlocked.
Stupid locks. Stupid locks!
He easily shifted his weight and his muscles rippled beneath his clothing. The man tilted his head. With his eyes so strange a color, she couldn’t see what he looked at. Before she knew it the door was opening and he reached inside. The hand came for her and she screamed, loud and long, finally finding her voice. It was too late. Besides, she was sure there would be no one to hear her cries, no one to come to her rescue.
The alien man didn’t flinch. Maggie tried to move, but fear kept her immobile for the most part. His hand came for her. She screamed louder, weakly hitting at his arm, a feeble defense to his obviously superior strength.
Then he touched her and a euphoric pleasure shot through her at the contact. All fear left her, replaced by longing and hope. She basked in the feelings, wanting them, needing them. Everything was going to be just fine. She was happy, at peace. Growing weak, she moaned softly right before her whole world went black.
* * * * *
She was in the dream again. The mist, the voice, the feelings inside her—they were all part of the dream. Maggie couldn’t make out everything around her, but she knew she was safe in her bedroom and her thoughts were lucid. In the morning she wouldn’t remember what happened, at least not all of it, but when she was dreaming, it was all so clear to her.
She was waiting.
Seeing a shadowed figure towering over her bed, Maggie smiled. This was what she was waiting for and this was what she wanted.
Maggie’s skin tingled and she looked down. Her clothes dissolved from her body, leaving her naked. It was as if hands undressed her, yet she didn’t see them. Maybe it was the man at the end of the bed’s will.
Her flushed skin glowed with an eerie blue light, caressing her in a way that made her appreciate her own body. She’d never been one to stare at herself naked as she hurriedly dressed each morning, but in the dreams she was empowered by her own naked allure. It was as if her being naked controlled the man waiting to be called forward.
It was up to her whether he’d come to her or not. At first, when the dreams came, she’d just lay there night after night, keeping him away. Then, unable to take just staring at him, she beckoned him closer. He knew, without her speaking, that she allowed him that much. Maggie somehow just understood him, what he thought, what he wanted. The following night, she’d allowed him to sit on the bed. Things progressed like that for about a week and each night, more pieces of his clothing were stripped from him the closer he got until he was naked and ready to please her.
Maggie shivered, her body rippling with pleasure as he looked at her dream man now. The man was hot. No, not just hot, but H-O-T hot. He was the kind of man women only imagined in their best fantasies.
By the time he sat on the bed, his boots were gone, as was his shirt. She couldn’t make out his face, but she saw his chest shadowed by the blue light—his hard nipples, the ridges of endless muscles. When he moved it was with a liquid grace as if he knew how to work his body, was used to all kinds of physical activity.
Only when she’d been ready did he bring his tight body above hers. His pants melted from him and suddenly she was on her hands and knees. At that point was when the blurring started in her mind, leaving her with only sensations. She could feel the impression of a thick, hard cock coming up behind her. Her pussy would drip a seemingly impossible amount of cream and she was ready to be taken.
Maggie was always frustrated that she couldn’t turn around to see him when he fucked her. The dream never let her have the pleasure of seeing his face as he slid deep into her wet pussy. She could never see his cock, never touch him, as she kneeled before him, gripping the coverlet on her bed. It didn’t matter. The man knew how to work his hips and her body was always ready to receive him with little foreplay.
Deep in her soul, she had the faint impression that he was frustrated as well, as if he wanted to caress her, take his time loving her. She also sensed that he couldn’t, not yet. It was as if his time in her dreams was limited to a few moments and he had to take her right then and there or not at all.
Everything was starting the same as before in this particular dream, only as she turned away from him to offer her pussy, the bedroom melted until she was in a cloud of mist and impressions of hard, cold metal. She waited on her hands and knees, her ass thrust out in invitation. Her pussy clenched in anticipation, even as her body yearned for more than just the thrust of his giant cock inside her. She couldn’t seem to cry out, as she wanted to.
How pathetic was she that her best sex came from dreaming?
Maggie waited, her body poised, her legs spread. Despite the limitations, the sex always brought her to climax. Her stomach tightened and she gripped the blankets hidden in the cloudy mist. She couldn’t see her hands, could barely see her own breasts. Maybe this time he’d touch more than her hips.
Time seemed to hold still, until even her ass was clenching in anticipation of the first thrust. Hands glided onto her flesh, finding hold on her hips. His cock head was hot, practically searing her as it touched her from behind. Her body was immobile. She wanted to touch her breasts, thumb her nipples. She wanted to lean up and feel his muscled chest against her back.
Even without looking, she knew it was him. It was her dream, wasn’t it? Why would she let anyone else take her but the man in her dream? Besides, it was his masculine smell that wafted over her. It was his low voice whispering in her head. She couldn’t make out the words, just a subtle tone to the way he talked.
He didn’t take her right away this time as his cock stroked
up and down her wet slit. She trembled. Why was he holding back? Why was he waiting to take her? He never teased her, not like this. Sure, during the day her senses were tormented with the anticipation of going to bed, hoping he’d come, but he never sexually toyed with her.
What was going on?
Before she could question, he gripped her hips and thrust forward. His hard cock impaled her, fitting so deep she thought he’d rip her apart. Damn, she forgot how big he was. It was like he was stretching her more and more, as if his cock grew bigger each time they had sex. Now it was practically ripping her apart.
Maggie knew it was just a dream. Nothing that large would fit in her body. She didn’t care that it was a only a dream, she wanted to be fucked. Even as his cock was in her, she wanted more of him. She wanted his hands on her body. She wanted his finger rimming her ass—something no man had ever done for her, but suddenly she wanted it from him. Hell, she wanted his cock in her ass.
Maggie wanted his giant dick in her mouth, choking her with its size as she sucked him off and drank his cum. She wanted his mouth on her clit, his face smothered in her pussy as she straddled his face. She wanted him to fuck her in every position, every way. Every so-called depraved sexual act—that was what she wanted from him.
Maggie felt a prickling and knew that the watchers were back. That’s what she called them in her head—the watchers. They hadn’t been there at first and she always forgot about them until they were there. She felt their eyes, even as they were hidden in the mist. Her dream lover knew they were there as well. As soon as they appeared, he began to thrust, moving his large cock inside her, pounding her with it.
The sexual energy in the room intensified until the place smelled of sex. Instantly, she got the impression of males stroking their cocks as they watched her. Maggie tensed, the erotic thoughts just too much. Climaxing hard, her whole body jerked, her mouth opening with a silent cry.
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