by Renee Rose
Teasing. She was doing it again, but this time he vecking loved her for it.
He had to bite back the command that sprang to his lips: On your hands and knees.
Yes. He wanted to claim her. Long and hard, without mercy. Veck her until her cunt squeezed tight and milked his cock of its rainbow-hued seed. Veck her until her throat became hoarse from screaming and she learned the hard lesson of teasing her master. And then he’d veck her again. And again.
He wanted to strap her to his table and perform endless hours of intimate examinations that made her squirm and drip with arousal. To take her over his lap and make her next spanking long and personal—his hand, her ass. Slow, and deliberate until she fully absorbed who owned her lush little body, who made the commands and who obeyed.
“Suck it,” he rasped, but the harsh command did not have the effect of cowing his torturous female. No, he saw the thrill of victory in the curve of her lips before she opened that intoxicating mouth wide and took in his full length.
His shudder was close to earthquake proportions, traveling from thigh to groin. He was like a youth, still learning the glory of stroking off to images of naked females. But they’d never looked half as good as this fetching human.
He surged forward and tore her tunic open and down her shoulders. “Take it off,” he barked.
Again, victory painted her shameless shucking of the clothing.
Another shudder rocked through him from seeing her naked again, even before her lips closed around the head of his cock.
“Suck it hard,” he growled.
She took her mouth off with a popping sound. “Yes, Master,” she purred and returned to her task, taking him deep. He didn’t fit—her mouth was far too small, but the clever female had learned some way of swallowing his cock, taking it past her uvula and into her throat.
He didn’t recognize the beast-like grunt that came from his mouth, nor did he know the male who gripped Bayla’s hair and forced her over his cock, faster, deeper.
“Veck, veck, veck yes,” he hissed. But he didn’t want to come yet. Not until he’d tasted the female like she sampled him.
He used her hair to pull her off his cock, biting back a groan when the cool air hit his wet skin. “Up, up, up.” He was too rough with her, lifting her by the hair. Some urgent need had taken over his body, overruling all reason, all care. He scooped an arm behind her knees and lifted her into the air, turned her and plopped her on the bed with her legs facing away from him, her head hanging off the edge. “Suck.” He fitted his cock into her mouth once more.
She obediently closed her lips around it, resuming her skillful sucking as he leaned forward and pulled her knees apart. When her thighs parted to reveal her glistening core, he groaned, “This pussy.”
How could he not honor it with all the vecking reverence it deserved?
He slapped her inner thighs open and delved his tongue between her labia, parting them to trace a circle around her inner lips.
She made a sound in her throat, which reverberated around his cock, and he plunged in and out of her mouth, vecking it too fast, making her choke and gag. Though he heard her sputtering, he couldn’t stop himself. He sucked and nipped her lips, tongued her clit until the hood retracted. He wished he had the vibrator handy to shove inside her while he sucked the stiff little nubbin, but he had to settle for his thumb. He slid it inside her and worked his middle finger between the cheeks of her ass while he suctioned his mouth over her clit.
She screamed around his cock, which only made him more violent with his thrusts and sucks. His middle finger landed on her anus, and he tapped, making it contract tight. Pistoning his thumb in and out of her hot channel, he continued with the frantic sucking, the anal stimulation until he could no longer contain his own excitement. With a roar, he thumb-vecked her fast and hard and pulled his cock out of her mouth. Gripping the erupting organ, he decorated her full breasts with his cum. Bayla bowed up from the bed, her pussy squeezing and releasing his thumb while her legs danced frantically across his coverlet, slipping on the silky fabric as she sought purchase to lift her pelvis higher.
“Beautiful, beautiful girl,” he croaked when she’d finished. He smeared his rainbow-colored cum all over her tits.
She lifted her head and pushed her breasts together in some kind of offering.
Though he’d never seen the position before, he somehow intuited her invitation and fit his cock between them, gliding back and forth in several glorious strokes of heaven.
Though already wrung out, another mini orgasm rippled through him, and he ejaculated more, coating her belly.
When he straightened, surveying the sight she made, he barely mustered any guilt for his actions. Sprawled out in naked glory, coated in his spunk, she appeared fully claimed. By him. He hadn’t bred her—hadn’t broken his most important rule. But she did belong to him. And as her physician, it was his responsibility to keep her fertile young body in peak sexual condition. Since she had hormones pumping through her, part of his job would be seeing to her satisfaction. There was no harm to it, other than his own loss of control. But it was coming back, now that he’d spent. He’d have to be careful it didn’t draw him away from the importance of his project.
And establishing both dominance and trust with his slave was important. Perhaps this was the form of bonding their Master at Arms Seke had employed when he’d given Lamira’s mother, Leora, obedience training.
“Come.” He picked her up. “You need cleaning again.”
~.~
Her limp body trembled as Daneth carried her to the washroom, but an inner strength surged through her very soul. The sound of his victory shout still echoed in her ears. To see him lose control for her, to have her mouth give him such satisfaction, her body tempt him, made her blood sing.
Never in the solar cycles she’d been a breeder had she cared for or connected with the male who’d used her body. What was it about Daneth that made it so incredibly different? It was like she’d been born for this purpose alone. Not the reason he purchased her—not to be a vessel for a Zandian baby, but for Daneth. She belonged with him. She belonged here. She just needed to avoid the pregnancy part so she wouldn’t get her heart broken again.
Daneth stepped into an enclosed cylinder and set her on her feet before stripping off his clothing.
She bit her lip, stifling a fresh moan at the sight of his body. Though he was older, his form was anything but worn out or decrepit. The male still appeared to be in his prime, his body a mass of lean muscle. He had no body hair, save for the very closely cut brown hair on his head.
When his gaze fell on her body the two horns on the top of his head shot forward, leaning toward her, the same way his huge cock lifted in salute. Did the male ever have trouble recharging? From the size of his erection, he appeared ready to go again already.
She shrieked when the enclosed area filled with water and Daneth laughed, slipping an arm around her waist to pull her close.
“That’s right. You were asleep the last time I brought you in here.”
She flushed. The idea of Daneth having her naked in the washtube while she was unconscious brought up a flutter of thrilling images.
He traced a finger down her breastbone. “No. I didn’t take advantage of you. I prefer my females to be awake when I use their bodies.”
“I prefer to be awake, as well,” she murmured and stood on her tiptoes as the water level reached her neck.
“It will cover your head briefly. Hold your breath.”
“How did I not drown last time?” she demanded before gulping a breath and suspending it in her lungs. The water flooded over her head then drained as quickly as it had risen. She blinked at the tall male wedged in the tiny space with her, water dripping from her lashes.
“I covered your mouth and nose.”
Somewhere in the back of her mind, it occurred to her that she should be offended or scared about the things done to her while she’d been unconscious. Yet, all she felt
was warmth, knowing Daneth had taken care with her, as if some part of her knew he always would.
Soap sprayed her body from all directions. She squealed.
Daneth pushed her back against the shower wall and rubbed the soap over her breasts, kneading them until they grew heavy and full, her nipples pulling taut into stiff peaks.
“Did you do this last time?” she panted.
“No.”
She reached for his cock and closed her hand around the base. “Did you have this?”
“Yes.” The word came out rough and deep.
She tugged on his cock, the soap lubricating his skin and making her palm slip along his length. He buried his face in her wet hair, breathing roughly as his hand slid down her wet body to the apex of her thighs.
A spray of warm water came out of the jets, rinsing off the soap, but she hardly noticed because Daneth screwed a finger inside her.
She squeezed and yanked his cock with ferocious urgency, and he responded with his own intensity, plunging a second finger inside her and thrusting up. He found the secret place inside her inner wall that made her come apart. Her third orgasm of the planet rotation ripped through her. She choked on her scream, pumping her fist over his cock as if her life depended on it.
Daneth shouted, coming against her belly as he sank his teeth into her shoulder. Heat enveloped them, the warm drying breeze from the machine too stifling. Daneth hit a button and the door swished open. They both fell out with a gasp of cool air.
Her legs were made of rubber, but it didn’t matter because Daneth picked her up and carried her to her cage.
She curled up naked on the soft mattress, eyes already drifting closed as the doctor arranged an unimaginably soft blanket over her. In the back of her mind, a voice warned her not to get so comfortable. Good things didn’t happen to slaves, especially not ones who hoped to avoid doing the duty they’d been purchased for.
But she’d worry about that tomorrow.
Chapter Two
Bayla moaned and slid her hand between her legs, her fingers finding her damp core.
“No.”
The sharp word jerked her awake, and she opened her eyes. She lay on her belly in her cage, hand between her legs.
Fertility drugs gave Bayla erotic dreams on a regular basis, but nothing compared to the one she’d been having. Doctor Daneth had been pounding into her from behind, his pure animalistic lust a heady drug.
She’d never had satisfactory sexual relations, despite the fertility drugs that made most males far more appealing than they might otherwise be. But after her incredibly erotic first planet rotation with Daneth, she’d been steeped in lusty thoughts and sensations.
She’d fallen asleep immediately after he put her to bed the night before, but when she’d woken in the night, she’d found the cage positioned right beside Daneth’s bed. He’d opened his eyes and shushed her to sleep like a baby. She remembered waking in the early morning to find him standing beside the cage, staring down at her with hunger, but when she’d stirred, he’d merely turned the cage away and told her to go back to sleep.
Now, though, he appeared beside her cage, his brows locked together in obvious displeasure.
She pushed herself onto her elbows, too groggy to understand what she’d done wrong.
“You do not have permission to pleasure yourself.”
Oh. She rubbed her forefinger and thumb together, wiping away the traces of her body’s natural lubricant.
“You are the subject of a very important medical procedure. I cannot have you taking your sexual satisfaction into your own hands. I forbid you to touch yourself without my permission. Understand?”
Not really, but she nodded anyway. “Yes, Master.”
His eyes narrowed as if he knew she was blowing stars up his ass. “If I find you’ve been masturbating—and I will know”—he indicated the cuff on his forearm—“I will whip you until you cry. Are we clear?”
Her bottom clenched, cheeks flushed with heat as she remembered how he’d paddled her to tears the planet rotation before. “Yes, Master,” she muttered.
“I mean it. Your orgasms are mine to control. Every one of them. Your body belongs to me. You’re my vessel, and I’m going to keep you in perfect condition for the duty for which I chose you.”
She wanted to scowl, but she schooled her features to something more agreeable.
His vessel, my ass. Well, not literally.
He wasn’t a bad master, and, so far, her surroundings—the cage, the food, Daneth’s room—were so preferable to the fertility farm, she never wanted to go back. But she also didn’t want to be implanted with an alien. She didn’t want to grow a baby inside her, only to have it taken from her a third time.
“Open cage door,” he commanded, and it sprang open. “Out.”
She climbed to her hands and knees and backed out. Daneth molded his hands around her waist and lifted her down, though he could have easily lowered the cage. He wants to touch me. A thrill of power flicked through her.
He placed her feet on the floor. “Come. A small punishment to help you remember this rule.”
“I didn’t know the rule, Master,” she wheedled, but his frown stopped her from going on. He sat on the edge of his bed and beckoned her to him.
She approached and started to drop to her knees between his legs, prepared to suck him off again, but he stopped her with a hand on her forearm and dragged her across his lap instead.
His hand cracked down on her bare ass, but it didn’t fall hard. A small punishment, he’d said. Maybe he just wanted to have her over his lap. He peppered her ass with light smacks that only succeeded in making her more horny.
Oh.
Was that his intention? Torturing her through arousal because he’d claimed ownership of her orgasms?
Heat pooled between her legs—playing this strange new game with the sexy doctor excited her. Especially when he stopped and rubbed her tingling buttocks. “You like having your ass spanked, don’t you, little human?” The rough quality of his voice told her he liked it as much as she.
When he pulled her cheeks apart, though, she squeezed her ass together and squirmed on his lap.
He delivered a much harder smack to her ass. “You will hold still, or I will strap you down.”
“Ouch! Yes, Master.” She spoke the words expected of her, but stopping the squirming and relaxing her bottom was another matter.
Daneth tapped one cheek. She bit her lip, her buns instantly tightening again until she forced her muscles to soften. Once more, the doctor prized her cheeks apart, and a cold blob of liquid dropped on her anus.
She flinched, trying to squeeze again, but Daneth’s finger rubbed it in a circle then something cold and hard pressed against her back entrance. She lifted her head, craning to see over her shoulder. “W-what is that?”
“A plug. To remind you who controls your body. I will take it out when I feel the lesson is complete.”
His words angered her, even as fresh heat rushed to her core.
She tried to resist the object, but he pressed insistently until her tight sphincter had to open or incur pain. The muscles yawned, and the plug stretched her wide.
She mewled, not so much from discomfort, although there was some, but more from the sensation of intrusion. Invasion. Humiliation at having him claim this part of her body in addition to her uterus. This hadn’t been a punishment on the fertility farm. But an attractive alien doctor hadn’t been part of the equation, either. Was she embarrassed because she cared what he thought of her? Did she want more respect? That was stupid. Slaves don't get respect.
The plug seated in her, and the discomfort eased, but the sensation of fullness remained.
“Put on a tunic.” He tipped her back up to her feet. “I will take you to the kitchen to eat.”
She wasn’t sure how to stand, much less walk, with the plug inside her. She tried, making a stiff-legged trip across the room to fetch her tunic, which he’d hung on a hook the night
before. It turned out the plug didn’t inhibit her movement, but the jostling of walking certainly provided a cascade of sensation to her anus, making her pussy drip.
She slipped on the tunic. “May I use the washroom, Master?” she asked.
He looked up from his study of his cuff readouts with impatience. “Of course. Don’t interrupt me for foolish questions.”
Grr. How was she to know whether she was allowed to use his washroom or not? For all she knew, slaves had their own separate facilities. She kept her annoyance to herself, though, and took care of her business.
When she returned to the chamber, Master Daneth clipped her handcuffs behind her back and attached a collar and chain around her neck. Apparently, he thought she’d try to escape once they left his room.
Please.
Where would a human slave go? And why would she leave the incredibly luxurious comforts of her current situation? Her life had suddenly improved in almost every aspect—from food to surroundings to her new master. She wasn’t going to make a run for it and risk the Ocretion death penalty for runaway slaves.
Nope, she wasn’t stupid. She’d lucked into a decent situation for the first time in her life and she intended to work it to her advantage as long as she could. She just needed to figure out how to stay here but avoid the pregnancy part.
~.~
Daneth held the chain attached to Bayla’s collar and escorted her down the corridor. Her full lips parted as she took in her surroundings. “Where are we?” she breathed.
Since he hadn’t spoken to her first, he didn’t answer. He didn’t want to establish a situation in which she could interrupt his thoughts with every foolish question that popped into her head.
To his satisfaction, she lowered her eyes and muttered, “Forgive me, Master.”
Excellent. A quick learner.
They passed the great room, and she slowed, drawing in an extended breath. He was about to jerk the chain to hurry her up when he caught the childlike wonder in her eyes. Against his better judgment, he slowed his steps. “This is the great room, where Prince Zander receives his species once a week.”
