by Rebel West
I try to push my hips up to his hand. “Please.” I need his touch. “Please.”
He unlinks my cuffs from each other, scoops me up, and lays me flat on my back on the bed. “Are your hands all right? No pain?”
He takes my wrists in his powerful hands and runs his fingers up my forearms. “Everything okay?”
I stare up at him, his ripped abs and bare chest, his blazing blue eyes. “Yes…” I breathe. That look in his eye, so feral, so desperate! He wants me as badly as I want him, and that gives me a sense of euphoric power.
“I’m not going to take this one off,” he murmurs, touching my right wrist band. “Because I like knowing that you’re shackled for me at all times. Whenever I want, I can simply lock your wrists together and keep you captive.”
In my current aroused state, this is the hottest thing I’ve ever heard. “Lock, that’s not fair,” I moan.
“That’s how it will be,” he says, his lips brushing my neck. “Anytime I want, I can clip your wrists together, bend you over, and spank you on your delectable ass until you’ve been sufficiently disciplined. And I have to admit that I look forward to that.”
I shift on the bed, dying for his touch.
“Hands above your head, and spread your legs as wide as you can,” he orders. When I obey, he again links my cuffs with his voice commands. “I should really put cuffs on your ankles, too,” he remarks, as he strips his pants. “Then I could chain your legs apart as necessary.”
I barely registered this because I’m entranced with his body. Holy fuck, he’s magnificent! His cock juts out, hard and long, at least ten inches, and thick. I notice the distinctive ridges on his cock, like rings around it. I suck in my breath, imagining how that will feel inside me.
“You’re so big,” I breathe, half awed, half concerned.
“Luminarian men are bigger than Earth men,” he notes, satisfaction in his voice. “But I will fit. We will just make sure you that you are fully aroused first. Knees up.” He adjusts my legs so my feet are flat on the bed, legs bent and spread at a lewd angle.
“Perfect,” he says, and a second later his dark head disappears between my thighs. “I think you’ll like this,” he murmurs, and licks a long swipe all the way down my pussy, from my clit to anus, and the pleasure is so powerful that I cry out.
“God, Lock,” I whimper, clenching all of my muscles. “So fucking good.”
He licks again, another long swipe, then plays my clit with his tongue, stroking softly, short movements, teasing. With his hands, he holds my thighs apart.
“By Sirene, you taste amazing,” he mutters. “Unlike anything I’ve—so sweet.” He bends his head back down and slaps my clit with his tongue, then swirls in patterns that drive me insane.
I let out a strangled cry; it’s almost too much sensation, but I don’t want him to stop. “Take it,” he orders. “I know it’s too much, and I want you to take it for me.” He licks my clit again, then sticks his tongue deep into my pussy.
To my amazement, he starts to vibrate his tongue in a way that drives me mad. It’s better and deeper than any toy I’ve tried.
“What... how are you…” I gasp.
His voice rumbles against my body, sending more vibrations into my core. “Luminar talent,” he says, his voice muffled by my skin. “We can vibrate our tongues... as necessary.”
“Oh!’ I scream, as the pleasure threatens to overtake me. “So good, I’m going to come…”
“No.” Immediately he withdraws his tongue and pulls me to my side with one arm, and gives me several hard spanks on the ass with the other. “You don’t come until I give you permission, or else I’ll bring out the strap.” He rolls me back over, his hands soft on my body, and bites the soft skin at my hip. “Understand?”
“Okay, I won’t, it’s just... God, it feels so good,” I babble, writhing under his mouth, as he restarts his ministrations with his tongue. “Fuck.”
“You’ll learn to control your responses until I tell you to release, is that clear?” He’s stern, but then he looks up at me and smiles, and something in my chest melts. The expression on his face, such desire and pleasure, makes me want this for myself... not just tonight, but for always.
He sticks his tongue into me again and begins to vibrate, and I cry out with the delicious torture of holding back. “It’s clear, but please, please…” I gasp, my body, aching for release.
“Is it hard for you to refrain?” he asks, curiosity in his voice.
Chapter Twenty One
“Yes, it’s... you’re making it nearly impossible.” I wiggle.
“Luminarian women take longer to become aroused,” he explains. “They are not so sensitive. I love that you get to your edge so quickly. It is a pleasure to play with you.” He licks me again, and this time he inserts one long finger into my anus.
I squeak in surprise, but I like it, so I don’t protest. He continues to lick, while exploring my hole with his digit, pushing, twisting, touching.
“I’ve never…” I start, thinking about his size.
“With me, you will, and you’ll love it,” he decrees, adding another finger, although first coating it in my pussy juices. “Look how aroused you are. I can use your own moisture as lube while I finger your ass.”
I moan, a mixture of embarrassment and pleasure. It’s not even embarrassment—I love this.
“I bet I could even fuck your ass using just the juices from your pussy, and I’d glide right in. Look how wet you are,” he orders. “I’ll unlock your cuffs. Reach down and stroke yourself and tell me if you’ve ever been this wet before. For another man.”
There’s a soft beep and my arms are free. As ordered, I reach down and feel my pussy. “No, I’ve never been this wet before.” I can hear the wonder in my voice. “I don’t... please…”
He moves my hand aside and puts his mouth back. “Please do this?” He works my clit with his tongue.
I thrust my body up into his face. “Please let me come! Please!” I’d promise anything.
“Soon,” he promises, “but not just yet. First I’d like you to taste me, as I am tasting you.”
He moves away from my body and I groan with the unresolved tension. The thrum and need between my thighs is so great that I contemplate just reaching down to bring myself off; it would only take a few seconds.
“Don’t do it,” he warns. “Don’t touch yourself. Orgasms are mine to provide.”
He sits me up, his hands gentle on my body. “On your knees, human. Hands behind your back, mouth wide open. I’m going to fuck your throat now, and you’re going to suck me unless you want to be punished.” But he checks my face, as if looking for my reaction. I assume that my glassy-eyed expression of abject desire tells him I want exactly what he said.
He arranges me on the floor. “Keep those naughty thighs wide while you kneel,” he adds. “I don’t want you rubbing against your own body. Let that pussy kiss the air.”
I hurry to obey, getting into the position he desires.
He stands in front of me and reaches down to grab my hair with both hands. “Open. Wider,” is all he says, and his thick cock touches my tongue.
I lick, unable to resist. His pre-cum is sweeter than anything I’ve tasted from a human male. But he puts his hands onto my cheeks and looks down into my eyes. “No. Just keep your mouth open for now. I’ll tell you when to lick and suck.”
He uses his hand to stroke his length. “Maybe I’ll just come on your tongue and make you swallow all of it,” he suggests. “Your mouth open wide, just as a receptacle for my cum. How about that?”
I moan, unable to talk with my mouth open.
“But your small tight mouth and throat are too irresistible,” he adds. “But you’ll only lick when I tell you to. Because you’re my slave right now, human. My pet. You’ll obey all my commands, and you don’t do a thing without permission.” His dirty words drive me mad.
I moan again, utterly aroused, and shift my hips. He taps my cheek.
“No moving.” He slaps his cock against my outstretched tongue, once, then harder. “I can put my cock wherever I want and you’ll take it. Now you may lick it and suck, gently at first.”
I can barely close my mouth around his thick member but I lick eagerly up and down his shaft, paying special attention to the tip, where another drop of pre-cum has leaked out. I love his taste—slightly salty, definitely sweet, unique.
He groans and I look up to see his fists clenched, and the satisfaction that comes from this makes me smile around his cock.
“Suck harder,” he orders, and I do, using all of my oral skills, wrapping my lips around my teeth to make my mouth perfectly smooth for him.
“Now I’m going to go deep,” he warns. “Relax your throat and you will be able to take me.”
He thrusts deeply into my mouth and down the back of my throat, using my hair like handles to control my head.
He stays there for a second until I gag around him. But his eyes are on me like a hawk the entire time, and he times it perfectly, pulling out to give me air just when I need it. It’s like he already knows my body, my responses, even though this is our first time together. His clear concern for my own comfort makes him even more attractive to me, and I want nothing more than to bring him pleasure.
After a few more rounds of him fucking my mouth, we’re both panting. He sits back on the bed and growls. “Enough, or else I’m going to come down your throat, and I want to come in your pussy right now.”
I unlock my arms from behind my back, and reach up to wipe drool from my mouth.
“Leave it,” he commands. “I love the sight of you crying and drooling for me. Your master. You on your knees opening your mouth wide for my cock, naked, your ass still red from your punishment. Fuck.”
I can barely handle my need. Even with my legs spread, my pussy throbs for his cock. “Please fuck me,” I whisper, blinking up at him.
He picks me up and puts me onto the bed, legs wide. He kneels between my thighs and looks into my eyes. “I’m going to fuck you now, Dr. Taylor.”
He smiles and edges his cock up to my pussy. “Feel how big I am?” he growls. “You are going to fucking love it and you’re going to beg me to keep fucking you.”
I give a strangled cry. “Please.”
He pushes in. “This is just the tip. Feel how I’m stretching you.”
I moan at the sensation. It hurts a little, but in a fantastic delicious way. As he keeps pushing, he holds my pussy lips open with his fingers to assist, and I’m so wet that despite his size, he slides in easily. Soon he’s fully seated inside my sheath, and he pushes, bottoming out.
“Now I’m balls deep,” he murmurs. “And you’re lying here, legs wide, for my pleasure. I’m going to fuck you hard, Dr. Taylor, until you beg me.”
“Yes,” is all I can manage. “Yes!”
He pumps slowly. “Do you like my cock, Cali?”
“Yes, I love your cock.” I’m breathless—I can barely speak.
“Yeah? You want it harder?”
“Please, please.” The ridges on his cock pull against my inner lips, stimulating me in a way I didn’t know was possible. And suddenly they begin to vibrate, too, and I scream out at the pleasure.
“No, yes, God, please!” I babble incoherently as waves of pleasure burst over me. The vibrations travel all along my pussy, then they center on my clit, so strong and fierce that I almost need to pull away, but I can’t—I’m held in place by his body. But I don’t really want to pull away, I want more. Now the vibrations are inside my pussy again, and now on my clit…
The orgasm starts to grow deep within me and this time I know there is no holding back, no matter how hard I try.
“Lock, I’m going to come,” I whisper, eyes closed, unable to focus on anything but the growing brilliance in my body.
“Not until I say,” he reminds me, thrusting again.
“I can’t hold it,” I wail, “please, please.”
“Open your eyes,” he snaps, but the tension seems from sexual strain rather than anger. “Look at my eyes and say my name and then you can come.”
My eyes fly open and meet his: dark, dangerous, brilliant.
“Say the name of your master,” he demands. “Shout the name of the one who controls your pain and pleasure.”
“Lock!” I scream, and convulse on his iron cock, the pleasure blasting over me like a detonation, all white lightning and spikes of joy that go on and on.
I clench and writhe, drawing out every drop of pleasure, using his body as a tool to push me even further into the incredible sensation.
“Cali,” he shouts. He stiffens and his cock grows even harder and thicker inside my body, and then a warmth floods me. He shouts something in his language, something the translator doesn’t pick up, and collapses on top of me, breathing hard.
I flop back, exhausted, waves of pleasure still bursting over my clit and pussy. “Jesus, Lock.”
I take a deep breath, then another. I’ve never had such an amazing orgasm, or such after-pleasure; it almost feels like an orgasm that won’t stop. I squeeze my thighs together and moan. “It still feels so good.”
“That’s because of my cock.” He smiles and rubs my arm. “Luminarians stimulate their females in such a way that the pleasure lasts for several minutes, and primes them for more orgasms. It is the same for me. I am still feeling the joy.”
He lies beside me. “Relax for a minute because soon I will require you to get into position for another round,” he murmurs.
“I can’t go again.” But I already want him.
“I promise you that you not only can, but you will enjoy it.”
“I can’t even move.” I roll over into his body and run my hands over his chest. “You feel so fucking good.” His abs, so hard and ridged. His muscular arms. That chest.
I close my eyes and snuggle into his chest. “I loved that.”
“I’m glad.” He traces a line down my face. “Not all humans would, I am sure. I am grateful and lucky that you did, and do.”
I sigh. “It was the best sex of my life.”
“Of course it was.” He grins and winks, and I roll my eyes. His smile fades, and he touches my face. “I’ve never... had an experience quite like this myself.”
I get that feeling again, that tug in my chest. The one that tells me that there’s something about Lock that appeals to me on some fundamental level. But I can’t allow myself to indulge that. This is just sex between two consenting adults, and it needs to be a secret, and I shouldn’t even be doing it! I need to remember that I’m a guest on an alien planet, and in a few weeks, I’ll head to Earth, never to see him again.
I bite my lip and look down, and he flushes, a tinge of blue along his jaw. He looks away and for a second neither of us speaks.
Then he turns back and runs his hands over my body. A sly look comes into his eye. “This time we’re going to try something a little different.” He taps the rosebud of my anus.
“No.” I roll away, half alarmed, half aroused.
He grabs my wrists. “Don’t worry. You’re not ready for that... yet. But we have special plugs that you’ll enjoy. You’ll wear it while I fuck you and it will bring us both great pleasure.”
He speaks into his wrist band, then retrieves an object from the air send retrieval port. Long and thick, it looks like it’s made of shimmery silvery plastic, but it has several nodules, ridges, and extensions.
My eyes widen. “That’s too big. And what are all those... arms... on it? There’s no way it will fit without, like, hurting me. Injuring me.”
He laughs. “It looks scary, true, but it is made with smart technology. As I begin to insert it into your anus, it will automatically learn your body shape and conform to it. The arms, as you call them, or tentacles, will contract and move forward. They will be used for pleasure stimulation, later. The ridges and bumps will be able to grow and shrink at your command... or mine.”
“I don’t know.” I eye the th
ing suspiciously.
“It can also be used for punishment,” he adds. “I can program the device to exude a substance that causes a burning sensation in your anus, similar to ginger on your planet, and it won’t stop until I give the command for the antidote. It’s a great way to punish a naughty subject.”
When I suck in my breath, he laughs. “But right now, there is no cause for immediate punishment, is there?” He pauses. “Some Luminarians have their mate wear this device all sun and provide pleasure and punishment as necessary. It can be controlled long distance, of course. You have no idea how arousing it can be.”
“I don’t want to wear it all the time. I don’t know if I even want to wear it once.” I regard the device with narrowed eyes.
“Turn over,” he orders. “Try it.”
Chapter Twenty Two
I flip over, more eager than scared, trusting that he’ll stop if I tell him to. He has a bottle of lube, and he squirts a generous amount onto the silver device. “Spread your legs,” he murmurs, and drizzles lube onto my anus. He rubs, then inserts his finger, spreading the lube into my body, little by little.
“Reach back,” he tells me, “and hold your ass cheeks open. And I want you to thrust your hips up like this.” He pulls me into position.
It would be embarrassing if I weren’t so turned on, and if his voice wasn’t so hoarse with desire. But at this moment, I’d do any depraved thing for him, and fucking love it, too.
He presses the silver device against my anus.
“A little pressure,” he says. “But once it’s in and seated, just a few minutes, it will only feel full, no pain. Keep your muscles as relaxed as possible, and then it will hurt less going in.”
I squeal as the device starts to move, pushing its way in, expanding, contracting. I’ve had anal sex before and even used a vibrating plug, but this is entirely different. It feels like the plug is alive, almost, moving independently, pushing against my body. When it starts to vibrate, I cry out.
