I breathe hot air into his neck and he bites my ear. I clench my muscles again trapping him between my legs. His thighs shiver with pleasure. He wants to grind against me but I have arrested his body. This frustrates him. He makes the effort to move his shaft but it is useless against the tight grip of my bums. He is trapped like an animal.
Erien can’t enter me and I don’t let him grind against me either. His arousal builds. I can feel the blood pumping through his shaft. I like the fiery heat emitting from his groin. And suddenly, he explodes; the gooey liquid spurting through his briefs soil my backside leading me into a violent orgasm. My toes curl, my ears block, my body tenses, and I let out a shrill scream of passion when water spurts from my body. His white briefs are completely wet now and I can see the dark outline of his shaft. He just came but he is still rigid. Erien never loses vitality. It must be the grey blood running through his veins.
He shifts a little to excuse his shaft from the heat of my body. It is only then that I realize that he neglected my breasts. The pink teats are burning with desire. I grimace. He meant to punish me for the very same method he had asked for. I am not the one who suggested we grind against each other without penetration and yet I am the one suffering for it.
“Please make love to me,” I beg him.
The rougher it is, the better I will like it after how sore he has made me feel. I am vulnerable to him. Erien has other ideas.
“Your clit can wait. Let us go home first,” he says dismissively.
I want to shout at him, to curse him and seduce him at the same time. I know it will all prove vain. My alien prince is not one to be tamed. I let him carry me home.
Chapter 22
Alice
Home. I have never really known the meaning of that word. Everywhere I go, it is always as if I am on the outside looking in. I hate that feeling yet somehow it has haunted me my entire life. I pull the bathrobe together, hugging myself. It is not really cold but the ruffled King size bed behind me gives me a chill. Clearly, the tangled bed sheets are evidence of the amorous lovemaking of the previous night. And now it is morning. My body still aches from all the pounding of the yesterday, and now my head is hurting too – for a different reason.
The noise of the speedboats rouses my attention. I hear faint laughter follow. I move to the other side of the huge bedroom to get a better view of the sea beyond the manse that is now my home. Erien had procured it for us. Our room is larger than the house I shared with my mother, though Erien feels it is too claustrophobic compared to the room he owned in his home planet. I grimace. Bigger things mean bigger problems, I suppose.
“Madam Heluka, your breakfast tray is here,” a soft voice says.
I turn, startled. It is unsettling to be called by Erien’s last name especially that we are not yet married nor have a date set. It is simply something that comes with being the lady of the house. Erien has procured a lovely manse by the beach. It is everything I could have ever dreamed of and yet it still doesn’t feel like home. He is always busy entertaining his own guests anyway.
I turn my attention back to the house help. I wonder how I hadn’t heard her enter. She is a tiny thing, no older than eighteen, maybe that’s why. She has beautiful dark skin, and clad in her white and blue uniform, she looks like a cute little mouse.
“What do we have here?” I say.
I scan my breakfast on the tray; ginger tea, French toast, egg benedict, freshly made lemonade, an avocado salsa, and some sunflower seeds. I pick some seeds and toss them in my mouth, chewing absentminded.
It is a moment before I realize the house help is still standing there.
“What do you want?” I ask her, sounding rather rude than I intended. I am not accustomed to being waited upon.
The little girl bows her head in submission. My heart catapults. Is she scared of me? I am no better than her, I reckon. Covered in an expensive garb and donning exquisite perfumes did not make one better than the other, I reckon. Besides, I was a waiter in a third-grade restaurant simply the year past. I do not deserve this. Yes, that is why I haven’t been feeling at home. I do not deserve this. I make a mental note to mention it to Erien. Hell, I’d give anything to have a long chat with him.
Since we moved to the beachside half a year ago, he’s had more friends than he could name, more fun than he’d imagined, and worst of all, less time with me. I cannot blame him. I insist on his happiness. It is my fault that I can’t bear to stand his friends. It is my fault I haven’t made any friends of my own. This is just not home, not that I had any real friends in my past.
“Ma’am… Ma’am?”
I snapped from my reverie. Goodness, I was getting lost in my thoughts again. I move across the room and lie down. Her eyes watch me.
“What’s your name dear?” I ask.
“Rosemary, ma’am.” I can see her fingers fidget. She is uncomfortable.
“Rosemary, bring me the tray and come sit next to me.”
Rosemary does as she is bid. She sets the tray in front of me and then sits stiffly by my feet. I make to pour myself a glass of lemonade but she is faster than I. She hands me the glass. I take a sip of the sweet acidic fresh drink. I reach out for the china and she grabs it first. She wants to pour me some ginger tea.
“No, Rose. Can I call you Rose?” I don’t let her answer. “Pour yourself some lemonade.”
She shakes her head. “Pardon me, Mrs. Heluka but I am only to watch you eat. I am not supposed to eat with you.”
“What, is my food poisoned?” I meant it as a joke but it came out all wrong.
“The food is not poisoned, ma’am. Here’ I’ll show you.” Rosemary shifts uncomfortably. She pours some lemonade into the china. She drinks it in one gulp and then stands up. “Please excuse me, ma’am.”
“Don’t call me ma’am,” I answer icily.
Wow, what has gotten into me? Even the house help does not want to be my friend. I drink the rest of the lemonade and toss it onto the tray. The glass doesn’t sit well and consequently rolls over onto the floor. It breaks with a resounding crash that startles Rosemary.
The help dashes out of the room at the speed of light. She doesn’t bother to clean the mess on the floor lest she is abused if I hurl the entire lemonade jug onto her head. It is clear in her eyes. Perhaps she has suffered such misfortune before. I would never hurt her, I want to tell her, yet she is already gone. Obviously, she will go and convene a private meeting with the other maids to tell a new tale about their deranged mistress. I take a deep breath. This is not what I imagined my life to be. I roll into the sheets and force myself to sleep.
When I awaken at noon, the tray of breakfast is gone. It is replaced by a light lunch, and no house help waiting on me. I do not care to even glimpse at it though the smell wafting towards me that there must be some eggs and shrimp in there. A whiff of rice makes my stomach grumble. I get off the bed and return to the window. There isn’t anyone on the private beach. I wonder if Erien is hungry too. Probably not. He and his horde of new friends have probably cooked up a braai somewhere. I grimace and do my best to scatter any bitterness that may try to seep into my heart. I am damned if I become a bitter woman. I should be happy. This is everything that I ever wanted.
Boredom gets a hold on me. I twist the ring on my finger and aimlessly wonder how much it was worth. Had Erien bought it, or did he just take it as he does everything else? The thought that he may have just taken it slightly infuriates me for reasons I cannot pinpoint.
Boredom gives way to anger, and slowly that anger morphs into loneliness. I return to the bed and cover myself in the blankets even though it is a sweltering hot afternoon. The whiter pillow next to mine has Erien’s strong manly scent all over it.
I grab the soft feathery pillow and hug it as though it were a teddy bear. Because it is my body length, I wrap my legs around it and feel its softness between my legs. It is much gentler than Erien would ever be but it seems to be doing the trick. I trap the pillow between my le
gs. I imagine that it is Erien’s wet tongue down there and release a soft moan. The sensation between my legs grows. I hadn’t realized how deprived I was. Erien and I made love last night, it was intense but it hadn’t lasted. He had been exhausted from his play and needed much rest.
In my arousal, I lie on top of the pillow. My perky breasts rub against the soft fabric. I squeeze them gently. I have never had to please myself before. It is not something I ever thought about but now it seems like the right thing to do. It is not my body that has been deprived but I feel as though I have been out of touch with my soul, and perhaps touching myself will help me find myself.
I let my garment slide off my lithe body. The lack of sunlight from staying indoors for too long has made me skin white and blemish free. While still lying on my stomach, I run my hands over my body to appreciate its smoothness. I let my fingers rub the small hairs just below my stomach. It feels reassuringly good. I let my fingers slide deeper down there but let myself pause. I am not sure I should. After all, I have a man and he comes to me every night. Yes, every night when he’s tired and spent. I feel angry. I don’t want to be Erien’s afterthought. I want to be his main activity.
Angrily, I let my forefingers harass my clit. All the while I think what Erien would do if he walked in on me touching myself. It would give me a little pleasure if he blames himself for not satisfying me enough. I feel the first juices flow out of me just as a horror strikes me.
What if Erien has made me become addicted to sexual intercourse? It is true that I haven’t had so much carnal knowledge in my entire life. He is my first, and I intend for him to be the last, but his appetite is so large. He has probably wrecked my hormones and I am stuck on him like a junkie waiting for another fix. Those are my last thoughts before drifting into sleep, my two fingers still safely inside of me.
Chapter 23
Erien
Earth is a little better than I anticipated. The people may be a bit dull, however, they overcompensate with the amount of fun they have. A full day at the beach with models and elite boys gave me more thrills than climbing the effigy back at the castle in Solasis – well, almost.
I do miss home sometimes, more than I care to admit to myself. Though it may not seem so, I have been wasting my days away with adventurous activities I love if only to forget my former life. I haven’t told Alice. She wouldn’t understand. She is part of the problem actually, I think to myself as I take a sip of whiskey. The braai with my new friends went well, and now I sit in my man-cave to escape the chaos.
My man-cave is a modest room fit with a tiny library, desk, and a plush swirling chair. There are no windows and the room is lined with mahogany polished wood from floor to ceiling. It is comfy but not overly accommodating at the same time even though it gives me the space I need to be alone. I am a social creature though lately I have found myself claustrophobic with all the people around me desperate to please me – money made people that way.
The only person not trying to please is Alice, and so instead of drawing closer to me, she has gotten more withdrawn. I have done my best to bring me along to my adventures even though she has been a Debby Downer of late. I cannot pinpoint what is wrong with her. I don’t suppose it is me because she still makes love to me passionately every night. If only I wasn’t always too tired to give her a third or maybe fourth round as we’d done in our earlier days. I grimace.
Feeling taciturn, I shuffle my feet to return to the bedroom before she falls asleep. It is not like me to lose enthusiasm over the things of life but somehow I dread seeing Alice. It is either she will ask many questions or she will make love to me without any question. I don’t know which is worse. I go to find out. It is a dark night and the moon casts fearsome shadows, not that I am scared of the dark.
Our bedroom is cold when I enter. I do not feel cold. I only know so because Alice is covered in a heap of sheets. The light from the moon gives the room a magical glow and from the shadows cast, it looks as though there are two people on the bed. My blood runs cold and then hot again. No, it can’t be. Alice would never sleep with anyone else but me, would she? I did take her maidenhood. Goodness, what if she got tired of me? Or what she misses the lackluster sex that comes from other human males? I frown as I near the figures on the bed. Perhaps it is not even her in the bed.
In one swift movement, I pull the blankets from the bed. I do not know what I expected to see but I am rather shocked to see a nude Alice lying on the bed with two of her fingers lost inside her. She must have fallen asleep while pleasing her. I feel a strong joint in my groin. I take her in with a sweeping gaze. The small hairs on her forehead are wet and tangled with sweat, her eyes are softly shut and her moist pink lips are slightly ajar. Sometimes she breathes through her mouth when she is sleeping. Her chest heaves slowly with each breath she takes. I feel my arousal take over my body. I was a fool to have imagined she could bring anyone else in our bed. She is simply fondled over my pillow and that is why it seemed to be there are two persons on the bed.
“Alice.” I let my hot breath tingle her ears. She stirs a little but does not awaken.
I move in behind her, pressing my two fingers next to her. This time, she moans and turns to me. I kiss her lips and she kisses me back.
“What time is it?” she asks in a sleepy voice.
I press my fingers harder inside her. She squirms involuntarily. “I don’t know. Time to sleep.” I don’t want to tell her the time. The hour is past midnight and she will be upset with me for coming in so late. If I arouse her enough, she will forget about it and fall asleep. I pinch her nipple until it becomes hard.
“I missed you,” she purrs.
“Me too.” Silence dawns on us. She doesn’t respond to my advances. I imagine that she may be tired however she has been asleep the whole day. Suddenly I worry. “Have you eaten?”
She counters, “Have you?”
“Yeah, Jamie and I had a braai. The meat is quite tender but there is nothing more alluring than roasted octopus…” She is not listening to me so I stop. “What is it, my love?”
Alice disentangles herself from my grip. I am stung. She has never denied me out-rightly like this. I worry something is wrong but I don’t know what is making her act out like this. She sits up, her pointed breasts teasing me. I only have to move my head forward to suck those succulent breasts but I have a feeling she has something important to say.
“Who is Jamie?” She asks suddenly.
“He’s the one with the blonde hair-”
“I want them gone,” Alice interrupts me.
I jerk upright. “What?” I think she means my friends until she clarifies.
“The house helps. I want them gone. I can cook and clean up after myself like any dignified adult would.”
“Who?” I do not understand where the conversation is going. Knowing Alice in this state, it is going nowhere good.
“The workers.”
“You mean the maids.”
“It’s rude to call them maids… no matter, I want them all gone.” It is clear she had just come up with the decision. Had they done anything to her? If so they can easily be replaced.
I blink. I have never met one woman who did not want to be served.
“It’s their job!”
“One which I can easily do…” I can almost see her pout in the darkness.
I wrap my muscular hands around her thin shoulders to console her. Alice has been overthinking again. I must soothe her. In the moonlight, I can hardly see the blue of her eyes that I love so much. I decide to reach to her ripe breasts with my mouth. Maybe that will keep her from complaining even when she has everything. I wrap my mouth around her thick areola, licking it for a while before she pushes me off. I am stung.
“I won’t make love to you tonight,” she states.
I grit my teeth. Does she dare punish me? I haven’t done anything wrong for her to refuse me. In Solasis, a woman can never deny her husband unless it is for good reason. I am certain that
she doesn’t have a good reason. I can easily read her mind on her face. She is an open book. She is simply moody and feeling angry at me for no apparent reason.
“Is this what I get for loving you?”
“I just want to be left alone,” she retorts.
I scoff. “You want to be left alone? Now? You should have told me that a year ago when I decided not to return to Solasis. You want to be alone? I have given up my home, my princely stature, all the life I’ve known to be here on Earth with you.”
“Then why do I feel like I am the one who has lost everything?”
“No. You shouldn’t have led me to believe that you wanted to be with me when you want to be alone!” I have never felt so angry at Alice, let alone any woman in my life. Alice is the most difficult woman I have encountered and she is very unfair too. “I haven’t bedded any other woman on this goddamn planet, I have put honor before gain for your sake and now you make me suffer for it?”
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