by Dinah McLeod
It was fascinating. There were drawings like the one on the inside cover throughout the entire book. They were detailed and, from what she could tell, accurate. In the middle of the book she found a drawing that looked suspiciously like Saturn, Jupiter, and perhaps even Earth. The sight of planets she’d studied, the idea that Binnix was aware of them, made her heart beat faster with excitement.
Once she’d studied all the drawings, some of which she didn’t understand, she began from the first page and read the text that was jotted around the drawings. The first three pages were full of formulas. She didn’t understand the values, but she knew that that was what they were. But the contents written on the fourth page stopped her cold.
In precise, even handwriting was the question: life on other planets?
Sarai stared at it, silently answering the author. Back on Earth, they still only speculated that there was alien life out there. She now knew without a shadow of a doubt that there was. But Binnix apparently had wondered. It must have been when he was much younger, she reflected, as their planet was now inhabited by the remaining members of another species.
She read another couple of pages before she found a journal entry on the Mekron. The author, a young Binnix, she presumed, was jubilant with the discovery.
They look quite different from us. My first sighting of one of these creatures was quite a shock. His (her?) skin was sallow, gray, and thin as paper. The eyes were large in a narrow, bony face. He had almost no hair to speak of. The creature did not walk, as we do, but crawled instead on all fours. I longed to speak to it, but Father would not allow it. They are called the Mekron and it seems that they will be staying here. I will bid my time—surely I will have my chance eventually.
She found that she was moved by his passionate curiosity and was hoping that he had indeed gotten his chance. It would seem that he had as a couple of pages later she was reading about the Mekron in great detail. The page did not record his jubilation of the meeting, simply the questions he’d asked and the answers. That surprised her, given his excitement about the species, but as her eyes wandered down to the last question she noticed that there was a small doodle she had seen before, and not understood. Now she realized it must be a drawing of a Mekron. In that drawing, she recognized the artist’s exhilaration.
Closing the book, Sarai took care to hide it once more. Though she longed to talk to Binnix about these things—with such an interest in astronomy, how did he possibly become Chief of Police?—she worried that he might not like her reading such personal thoughts and as much as she wanted to respect his wishes, she wanted to finish the book first. Besides, she reasoned away her guilt, she had the feeling there might be a lot more that would prove useful to concerning her own plans. The drawing of the stars already had her mind whirling. If she could recognize any of the stars he’d drawn, then she might be able to figure out where she was in correlation to Earth! Of course, it would be better if she could get outside at night and see the sky for herself, but she knew that was out of the question.
Sarai wandered into the kitchen, still processing what she’d learned. Maybe she and Binnix had far more in common than she’d suspected. Maybe she could trust him with a little information on her interests. Of course, she still couldn’t tell him what she planned. She was considered a criminal on his planet and he was the Chief of Police. It would be his duty to turn her in, and she already knew well that he took his duty very seriously.
Much to her surprise, she found she was disappointed at the thought that she couldn’t tell him. Or was it the fact that, whether in a year or five, she would be leaving him?
“Stop,” she told herself sternly. “You hardly even know him. And he’s an alien—and you’re his prisoner! Don’t go soft now, Sarai.”
She didn’t feel fully convinced, but a plan began to hatch in her mind nonetheless and she got busy preparing for Binnix’s arrival home.
***
“What’s that smell?” Binnix asked as soon as he hit the door.
A very frustrated Sarai was bent over the cooking machine, trying desperately to stop the piece of meat she was preparing from smoking.
“Is there a fire? Are you hurt?”
She would have been flattered by the concern in his voice if she hadn’t been the cause of the smoke, and if it hadn’t been in her face.
“Sarai? What are you doing?” Binnix gently nudged her aside and took the pan, lifting it from the stove and holding it closer to the open window.
“I was making dinner,” she mumbled sourly.
“I see. What’s the occasion?”
“I just wanted to do something nice. Is that so wrong?”
“Wanting to do something nice is not. But how you were cooking this meat is wrong.”
She rolled her eyes and folded her arms across her chest with a huff. “I just thought that after a long day of work it might be nice for you not to have to come home and cook.”
Binnix set the pan down, fanning the smoke away with his hand. “Well, that was very thoughtful of you, Sarai. Forgive me.”
Slightly mollified, she still didn’t uncross her arms.
“And actually, I enjoy cooking.”
“You do?”
“Yes. Does that surprise you?”
“No, I guess not. Just, you have so many varied interests.”
“I do?”
She flushed slightly. Better not give herself away. “I just meant, as the Chief of Police you’re obviously interested in…catching bad guys…and…”
“Justice. That’s what I’m most interested in.”
Oh, she remembered. Her bottom tingled as she thought about the spanking he’d given her.
“Do people on your planet not do one job while having other things they enjoy?”
“Yes, of course. I just meant…it’s good that you have a hobby.”
“Shall we sit down and eat? I’m starving.”
Her brow furrowed. “So we’re still going to…you’re not going to make something else?”
“After you went to such trouble? Of course not. You sit down and I’ll bring you a plate.”
Okay, she could admit it. He wasn’t a total jerk after all.
Binnix soon had plates in front of both of them and she watched intently as he speared a hunk of charred meat and lifted it to his mouth. He took his time chewing, that was for sure.
“Is it terrible?” Sarai asked, watching anxiously.
“Yes.”
She started at the blunt honesty. “Well, gee, thanks for sparing my feelings.”
Bennix regarded her with his head tilted to the side. “You look offended. What’s wrong? You did not wish for me to answer the question?”
Sarai sighed. She could see their differences cropping up again. “You could have lied.”
“Lying is against the rules,” he reminded her. “Why would I have done this?”
“To be nice?”
“This is how things are done on your planet? People prefer to be ‘nice’, rather than honest?”
“Sometimes, yes.”
“That seems very strange to me. I was raised to believe that honesty should be used at all times, without exception. But you’re saying that on your planet people lie for no other reason that not to offend?”
“Well, when you put it that way it sounds ridiculous,” she grumbled. “Is everyone on your planet so brash, or are you special in that regard?”
“As a matter of fact, I am,” he replied. “I am surprised that you would know this about me.”
“It wasn’t a compliment, just so you know.”
“I didn’t take it as one,” Bennix replied.
Sarai rolled her violet blue eyes skyward. “I suppose you alone don’t have a sense of humor, either.”
“My senses are fine, thank you.”
“Oh, boy.”
“You, however, appear to be agitated,” he remarked.
“I am a bit frust
rated,” she admitted.
“Don’t worry. We will have plenty of time to get to know each other better and learn the differences between our species.”
“It’s not that. I’d just hoped that dinner would go better.”
Binnix took a large bite. “I think it turned out quite well.”
She shook her head, but smiled nonetheless. She had only made dinner as a bribe, and she’d been less than thrilled when it had gone awry, certain that her plan had gone to hell in a handbasket. But with him making such an obvious effort to be kind to her, another tactic occurred to her. Though there might be many differences between their planets, the males on this planet had one thing in common with the ones on hers and it was time she started taking advantage of it.
She reached for the top button of her garment. Her mind screamed at her that she should be ashamed. She was a serious scientist, damn it, not some busty waitress looking for tips!
Shut up! She told her feminist brain as her fingers undid the button. She leaned forward, making sure that he got a good look at her best assets.
“How was your day?” she murmured.
“It was a good day.”
He seemed more interested in eating than in the boobs she was trying to show off. Hmm. She just needed to lean forward a bit more. His eyes would find them eventually. Then he’d be putty in her hands.
“Catch any bad guys?”
“There are no ‘bad guys’ just people who need to be rehabilitated.” He was very obviously looking at her face.
“Wait a minute—I thought your people considered me and my people bad guys.”
“Well…that’s different. And, for the record, we are rehabilitating you,” he added before she could answer.
Clearly this male was harder to seduce than the men on her planet. That, or maybe she just wasn’t doing it right. She couldn’t be sure, seeing as how she’d been too nose-deep in her books to worry about such things.
Wait a minute…he hated lying, right? So maybe, just maybe, the direct approach was the best approach. Sure, it wasn’t the usual route for women on Earth, but then again, she wasn’t in Kansas anymore, Toto—or Wisconsin, as the case might be.
“Binnix…I was thinking…would you like to have sex?”
He set down his spearing utensil and looked at her intently. “You mean you would like to mate with me?”
“Yes. Yes, that.”
“I would like that very much, Sarai.”
Oh. So she had, in fact, been doing it wrong. Good to know.
***
She’d been so focused on getting him in bed—or on the pallet. Whatever.—that she hadn’t really thought through the actual act. She knew how to have sex, of course, but she’d never had sex with such a gorgeous specimen before, and she strongly suspected that if you were seducing someone with an ulterior motive you weren’t supposed to be this nervous.
Or this excited. Even though she knew that, in theory, it didn’t stop her pulse from picking up, or her tummy from knotting into a warm ball of sexual longing. She couldn’t believe that she’d just blurted it out like that. Her goal was to be subtle, seductive. But who was she kidding? She was a girl of science, not a temptress. There had been very few moments in her life when she’d regretted that fact, but today had been one of them.
Not that Binnix had seemed to mind. Even if his immediate agreement hadn’t told her that much, the smoldering look in his black eyes would have. Though she wasn’t the best at reading sexual signals, his desire was written so clearly on him that even she couldn’t miss it.
She should have been glad. That was what she wanted—to have sex with him. So why was she hesitating now?
Maybe it’s the guilt, a voice whispered in her inner ear.
But that was ridiculous! What did she have to be guilty for? Besides plotting to escape his house and having sex with him so that he would be inclined to help her do it?
So, yeah. Maybe she had a teensy-tiny, itty-bitty reason to feel a tad guilty. And add to it the fact that she actually wanted to have sex with him, and it became quite the dilemma.
“Sarai? Did you change your mind?”
He was so different than any man she’d ever known before. Granted, that was probably because he wasn’t a man, at least in the way she understood it, but still. Any man on Earth would be pouting at the thought of being asked to have sex and then having it taken away. But not Binnix. He truly just wanted to know what she wanted to do, and as long as she told him in a respectful manner, he would be fine with it, either way. Sometimes the language barrier was a bitch, but otherwise, she found him to be quite the catch.
“No,” she responded, her voice soft with shyness. “I didn’t. Just…you seem like the sort of guy who likes to take the lead, so I thought—”
She didn’t have time to finish the sentence because Binnix’s lips were on hers. And the moment he kissed her, every other thought flew from her mind so quickly that she forgot her guilt—indeed, she forgot that she had a reason for him to kiss her other than the fact that it was spectacular.
His lips were warm and they seemed to be magnets for her own, because once they were on hers, she didn’t feel that she could pull away if she wanted to. Not that she wanted to. In fact, she thought that in the safety of his warm embrace, with his strong arms wrapped around her, that she could stay that way forever.
She could feel her blood humming as it surged through her veins. Her nipples were hardening underneath her shift; her sex was pulsing with warm, eager impatience. God, he was good at that. He’d been good at fingering her, too. She could only imagine how it would feel to have him inside her—and imagining it was all she wanted to do at the moment, until the pictures in her mind’s eye became a reality.
Sarai was used to being the shy girl, the one who was pursued, the one who didn’t initiate. But something in Binnix’s kiss must be taking away her inhibitions, because suddenly, she couldn’t keep her hands to herself. They were roving his hard, flat chest, exploring the pecs she felt beneath his clothing as their kiss deepened. She quickly decided that touching over the clothes wasn’t enough for her, either, which was how her fingers found themselves unbuttoning the buttons on his shirt, one by one. Somehow, touching his bare skin, feeling his hardened pecs, was even better than she’d imagined, and the thrill of it shot straight to her wet pussy.
Binnix threaded a hand through her hair and grasped a handful of it which he used to gently but firmly pull her where he wanted her. By the time he let her up for air, she was gasping for it. And yet, even as she was grateful when she got a few good lung fulls, she longed for his lips to claim her again.
Apparently, Binnix had something else in mind, because his voice came out gravelly as he said, “Raise your arms.”
She obeyed without a word and the shift was whisked off her body in one quick motion.
The sound coming from Binnix sounded like a guttural growl, and even though she’d never heard anything like it before, she somehow knew that she should be pleased.
“Sarai, you’re…you are a spectacular beauty.”
Her entire body flushed with the compliment as she ducked her head. “Thank you,” she murmured.
Seeming quite eager, he pulled her onto his lap and took hold of her hair once more. Pulling her head back, he seized her lips with renewed enthusiasm. Sarai had never had her hair seized and used as a makeshift leash, but she found that she didn’t mind it. The heat that pulsed from her pussy told her that she didn’t mind one bit.
Her hands found themselves wandering from his pecs to his abs that were even more impressive. Binnix didn’t have a six-pack—he’d been hiding an entire case inside his shirt! Feeling his muscles, coupled with the passionate kissing, was more than enough to get her ready for the act of lovemaking.
Determined to be more subtle this time, her hand slid down. The next thing she knew, she was caressing his hard-on through his pants. Well, so much for subtly. She really su
cked at this. And speaking of sucking…idly, she wondered what the males of his planet thought of such things. Surely it was a crowd-pleaser not matter what species you claimed.
Without a word to her, Binnix stood, he effortlessly put her over his shoulder and carried her, caveman-style, in the direction of his bedroom. Sarai had only ever seen such things in movies and she’d always arched an eyebrow at them. But now she could fully understand the appeal.
There was something about his brute strength that made him look even sexier. Which was what she was thinking when he laid her down on his pallet and began to similarly explore her body. She arched her back, intertwining her tongue with his as his hands found themselves on her breasts. Her pussy was already sopping, but when his fingers began to tweak and pull at her nipple she thought she might explode. She’d had sex before, but never like this. His hands felt like they were leaving a trail of liquid fire everywhere they touched which only made her want him inside her that much more.
He was rolling the ball of her nipple between his fingers and she was grinding up against what felt like an enormous cock when she finally couldn’t be patient any longer.
“Binnix, please,” she rasped. “You’re killing me here.”
He stopped at once, sitting up. She was startled by the sudden loss of warmth. “Did I hurt you somehow? Do I need to take you to the doctor?”
“Only if you don’t put your cock inside me immediately.”
“My what?”
“Oh, for Heaven’s sake,” she sighed, reaching for and taking hold of it. She didn’t have time for this language barrier nonsense, damn it! Not when her orgasm was on the line!
But there was no need for further explanation, because that at least, Binnix seemed to clearly understand. He was shucking off his pants with abandon and no sooner had he stepped out of them—in fact, he’d only loosed one leg—Sarai was all over him, her hands roving, her lips kissing, her sex throbbing with desperate want.
He responded in kind, his face etched in an almost fierce looking expression of concentration. She found that she didn’t mind one bit, so long as he kept suckling her breast as he was doing. His fingers had felt like a glimpse of Heaven as he’d toyed with her nipple. But his mouth there was full-on paradise as her body flooded with heat. Sarai arched her back and moaned. But still needing more, she took his hand and put it on her hot pussy.
