Chapter 6
Raiza
My entire body throbbed with aching aftershocks. I’d had the best sleep of my life in the most comfortable bed I’d ever had the luxury of sleeping on and still I felt a bit worn out. Opening my eyes to see the face of an alien had been jarring at first, but I’d recovered quickly enough.
I swayed side to side, trying to understand why I’d been so obedient with him this morning.
There had been no painful spanking aside from the light smacks to my pussy, and there had been no force this time.
I’d displayed my nakedness for him of my own free will.
I’d touched myself to orgasm so that I could earn the pleasure of his cocks.
Yesterday, I’d tried to kill him. Today, I’d spread my legs so that he could fuck me.
I couldn’t decide if I was disgusted with myself or not.
My gaze drew up and down his proud naked form.
He was hard everywhere, the light of the bathroom highlighting his firm muscles enough to make my mouth water.
He had the body of a god and I decided that wasn’t even close to fair.
I’d always had the preconceived notion that the commanding general of the alien forces would be ugly, that he wouldn’t look like this.
I shouldn’t want him. I really shouldn’t.
I looked away, too overwhelmed with my own self-loathing and he took my wrist gently, leading me into the shower behind him. My gaze dropped down and I was left with the vision of his round and incredibly firm ass.
It was absolute perfection.
He guided me under the spray. The water was deliciously hot.
I spread my palms out face up as the steam rose all around me.
I’d washed in lakes and rivers and the occasional waterfall, but the water had never been warm like this.
It felt like a luxurious embrace, and I couldn’t stop myself from moaning in enjoyment as I moved fully underneath the spray.
It felt like rain and then the scent of orange, pineapples, and things that I’d only ever enjoyed one time out of a fruit cup swirled around me.
This was like nothing else.
His hands smoothed over my skin, and I opened my eyes, watching as he poured soap onto a soft loofah. I gazed at him suspiciously, but as he slowly circled it over my skin I began to relax. He didn’t seem to have any nefarious intentions at least.
It was sudsier than any of the bar soap I had the luxury of using in the past and when I ran my fingers down my arms, I found that it left me softer than ever. His gentleness was a bit jarring, though, and I didn’t quite know how to respond to that yet.
He cleansed up and down my arms, followed by my chest. I couldn’t face him as he worked my breasts over, knowing full well my nipples were hardening right before his eyes. As if he knew the direction of my thoughts, he took one of them between his fingers and pinched it lightly.
“You’re so responsive,” he observed, and I blushed as he brushed the loofah over my other nipple. His secondary cock grazed against my thighs, and I shivered with both dread and anticipation of the very shameful things it had done to me.
He said nothing as he turned me around and cleansed my back.
“Bend over and put your hands on the wall. I’m going to make sure that all of you is clean,” he instructed, and my reddened cheeks only burned hotter.
When I didn’t move right away, he slapped my bottom hard. I gasped and looked back at my punished cheek, watching as the marks from his fingers slowly turned bright pink. He spanked the other side and I quickly rushed to do as I was told.
He traced the stinging expanse of my backside for a long moment.
“I expect your obedience when I give you a directive, Raiza. I don’t care if it makes you blush,” he scolded and I shivered, nervously trying to figure out if he intended to punish me any further.
After several long moments, he pressed the loofah between my thighs, and I sighed quietly in relief.
He thoroughly washed my pussy clean, taking extra time over my clit until I was unable to keep still. When he finally moved on to wash my bottom hole, I whimpered with embarrassment until it was over. He grunted and I had to think that he was enjoying my shame.
When he was finished, he guided me back to a standing position.
He took his time shampooing my hair next and I thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of his fingertips massaging my scalp.
He conditioned it next and used a comb to work out all the tangles before he carefully rinsed all of it out.
I thought he would wash himself next, but he grasped my wrists and pinned me against the wall in a quick maneuver that left me gasping for air and more than a little caught off guard.
The tile was warm against my back. His chest brushed against my hardened nipples, and I had to look up to see the ravenous look on his face as he stared down at me.
His secondary cock brushed my clit. He said nothing as one suction cup enclosed it.
I cried out in aroused alarm. I’d had so many orgasms already in the last twenty-four hours that I wasn’t sure if I could handle another one. My clit burned in protest, entirely too sensitive, but he wasn’t backing off. I couldn’t squirm enough to force the suction cup off.
Despite my reluctance, the sensitivity soon gave way to need. Raw desire simmered through my veins as my core spiraled tight with greedy arousal.
“You’re going to come for me simply because I want you to,” he whispered, the words weighing heavy as he said them. His fingers tightened around my wrist and his head dipped down. His mouth closed over my right nipple, and he began to suck it.
“Oh, god!” I cried out and his teeth grazed over my needy bud.
I was still warm from my morning fucking, and it didn’t take long for my pleasure to whirl out of control.
I trembled against the wall, pinned by his massive form as he forced my orgasm to a head.
The suction of his mouth on my breast and his cock on my clit was too much, too fast. My legs trembled and I hurtled over the edge into a pleasurable abyss before I was ready for it.
It was so very good.
When my foot slipped, he was there to catch me with his other arm. It wound around my waist and lifted me up off the floor, giving me the feeling of weightlessness as I shattered against him. He suckled my nipples so hard that it began to hurt and that only made my release that much harder.
I expected him to penetrate me, but he didn’t. Instead, he just let me writhe with my own pleasure. My inner walls clenched greedily at the feeling of emptiness, and I found myself almost missing the double fullness that his cocks gave me.
When my orgasm finally started to fade, he released my wrists. He supported my shaking body until I got a hold of myself. He didn’t rush me. He was simply there for me and when I opened my eyes, I stared into his deep purple ones.
He should be my enemy. I shouldn’t like him. I shouldn’t want any of this.
But I did.
I turned my head, and he grasped my chin. He kissed my forehead and I hated how his lips turned me into what felt like a melting pile of needy girl goo.
“Good girl,” he said again, and my heart pulsed for him for the first time. I vehemently rejected that feeling.
Carefully, he guided me to a seated position beside him on a tiled bench. I leaned back and caught my breath, watching closely as he took his turn cleaning himself. His movements were quick and efficient, but I found myself enjoying the sight of him covered in soapy bubbles anyway.
I should be ashamed of myself. Humans and aliens didn’t belong together.
He turned off the water and stepped outside. He grabbed a towel and handed it to me with a smile. I curled it around myself, enjoying the soft fabric against my skin.
I could get used to this, but I shouldn’t.
He got one for himself and beckoned me to come out of the shower. Lost in my own mental battle, I just followed his directions.
The bathroom stayed quiet for a long time.
I was lost in my own head, which was becoming a habit around him. A dangerous one. I’d come here to gather intelligence. Instead, I was standing in a steam-warmed bathroom thinking about the way his hands felt in my hair.
I dried myself off in a hurry, trying to shake the feeling loose.
He had wrapped a towel around his waist and was watching me with an expression I couldn’t quite identify. It wasn’t desire, not primarily. It was like he’d been waiting for the right moment and had decided this was it.
“Raiza,” he said.
Not little one. Not little female. Just my name, in a tone that made it clear he wanted me to actually listen.
I looked up.
“In Zenarkin,” he said, “there are two different ways a human can be owned.” He didn’t pace or gesture. He just stood there and explained things to me as if he’d thought about this conversation beforehand. “A slave belongs to the city.”
I waited. I was learning that there was always more.
“There is another form of ownership which is less common.” His eyes were on mine.
“A man who keeps a pet is making a different kind of claim. His pet answers only to him. Not to his commanders. Not to the city. Not to anyone else who might find a use for her.” His jaw tightened, very briefly.
“She is kept close,” he continued. “Dressed well. Looked after. Everything she needs, she is given. Even things that she might not even know yet to ask for.”
“So you’re telling me you’re going to keep me like a pampered house cat…”
“I’m telling you that you will not be cold this winter.” His voice was very even. “I’m telling you that you will not be hungry. I’m telling you that no one will put their hands on what is mine.” He let that land, and then growled, simply: “No one.”
My chest knotted with a feeling I didn’t want to delve into too deeply.
He didn’t elaborate. He didn’t explain further. He just waited, in that unhurried way of his, like he had all the time in the world and no particular need to fill it.