Chapter 5
Evie
I get the sense I am still in trouble even as the workday ends. I want to hope that the spanking in front of that dickhead Drak was all that’s going to happen to me, but I have the feeling that Arkon is not going to let me off that easy.
He walks with me out of the building, one finger hooked in my collar. He doesn’t have a leash on me, but the constant light pressure from the collar means he doesn’t really have to. He has me right where he wants me, in his sight.
I say very little, hoping that my silence will somehow count as obedience.
Kind of a silly hope, really. He knows what I was doing, and he knows why.
It’s not as if the human desire for alien technology is a secret.
There are literally intergalactic treaties stopping us getting our hands on any of it.
My repeated ill-fated attempts to take anything are starting to be more embarrassing than anything.
I’ve been caught every single time, and punished, too.
We get back to his place, step in the front door, and he turns me to face him.
“You’ve had a long day,” he says. His tone is gentle, almost kind. I don’t know why, but it makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up. My senses think something is about to happen to me. Something I won’t like.
“Yes,” I say.
Long day is an understatement. I’m exhausted again, I’ve had the most intense pleasure I’ve ever experienced, my pussy and ass are both sore, I’m sensitive from all the orgasmic input, I’m a little mentally tired from the machine simulation, I’m feeling guilty and a little out of sorts and I know I fucked up, and I also know that I can’t even apologize in good faith because I am almost certainly, definitely going to do it again.
As we go further into his place, I note that there have been some changes made while we were out. He must have commissioned them almost instantly once I got caught stealing stuff. I guess Arkon doesn’t mess around.
There’s a new set of clothes in the living room when we get in. A different uniform for me. Kind of looks like it has a built-in collar in the top. Interesting. Looks kind of cute, actually.
If fashion were the only thing at stake, I’d not be complaining. But when he leads me into the bedroom, I see how fucked I truly am.
There’s a cage in here. It’s made of metal bars, has a carpeted floor with a soft pillow that’s as big as I am, and a throw blanket over it. It looks comfortable, but it is still a fucking cage.
“What…” I let the question trail off because it’s unnecessary. I know what it is. It’s a cage. For me. To be kept. Like a fucking beast.
“Are you really going to make me sleep in that? Like an animal?”
“After the day you’ve had, you’d be better off not arguing,” he says, his tone absolutely laced with warning.
“I’m going to keep you safe, and right now, the biggest obstacle to your safety is the decisions you make.
So yes, I will be putting you in there from time to time, and you better be a good girl when I do, or I will be putting you in there sore. ”
I look down at the floor, somewhat crestfallen.
“Jeez,” I mutter to myself. “You don’t have to be so mean about it.”
He slides a finger under my chin to raise my eyes to his gaze.
“I am not being mean in the slightest. Mean would be letting Drak keep you at the office like stationery. Mean would be allowing you to get away with your reckless behavior. Mean would be letting you reap the consequences of your actions without moderating them with mercy. You are being absolutely spoiled, and well you know it. Not many employees live with their boss.”
“Not many employees get fingered by their boss on the first day, and fucked on the third,” I throw back at him. I’m trying to argue, which is stupid because I don’t even care really. I’m just trying to get the heat off me.
“Do you want dinner and a bath, or do you want to go in your cage now and spend a little time decompressing before you have dinner and a bath?”
I open my mouth and I hope something pleasant comes out. But it doesn’t, because it’s my brain in control and I have apparently hit my limit of good, sensible, and kind things to say. All I’ve got left is feral and unhinged, so that’s what he gets.
“Is it going to be that inedible slop again? Because if so, I’ll skip dinner.”
He gives me a stern look. “That meal is formulated to give you everything you need. I’m sorry you don’t like it, but…”
“It’s designed to make me wanna hurl,” I say. I am being combative and bratty, which is a wild move when my ass is still sore from punishment, but I guess I’m going to do what I’m going to do, consequences be damned.
“Alright,” he says, picking me up in his arms. “Bath it is.”
I let him take me to the bathroom, run a bath, strip me down, and put me in it.
I barely have to do anything at all anymore.
I could just let him do what he wants with me for the rest of my time in his employ.
If I gave up on the stupid mission the humans gave me when I left their planet, I could settle down and just be good for him.
He wouldn’t ask for anything besides my best, and I’d give it to him by default.
While Arkon is far nicer to me than I deserve him to be, I relax into the bath and into his arms. He gets a little smirking smile on his face as he feels me stop fighting him and just accept his embrace.
“You really can be good,” he says. “I hope you understand how pleased I am with you most of the time. The collar, the leash, and the cage are all ways to try to keep you safe because you have impulses you can’t seem to control. None of them exist because I want to inherently punish you.”
I look up at him under my lashes. “You don’t like punishing me?”
“I adore punishing you,” he growls back, not even pretending otherwise.
“If you had been even a little more misbehaved today, I would have stripped your ass bare and spanked and perhaps even fucked you in front of Drak. But you submitted immediately to being spanked and there was no need to make matters worse for you.”
My eyes widen. “You would have had sex with me as punishment in front of that asshole?”
“Perhaps,” he says, languidly letting his fingers trail through the bathwater. “I do like the idea of you being seen wrapped around my cock. There is something satisfying about having your conquest being witnessed.”
“You’re sick,” I complain, hoping he can’t tell that the idea is kind of turning me on.
“Spank you until you cry those sweet human tears, then wrap your no doubt soaked pussy around my cock and show everyone what a well-trained little human you really are. And you’d love every minute of it, even as you fought it.”
He is speaking in that languid, sexy way that does something to me chemically.
He knows it, too. He knows that when he focuses on me and shows me his desire there’s nothing I have to defend against it.
I’m already starting to imagine being bent over, my pussy wrapped around his cock, my bottom sore from a spanking, my sex filled with his massive alien rod while other aliens look on, seeing how well I’ve been trained to accept his dick inside me.
I could just give into him and have all those experiences. It would be freeing, in a sense. When I worked on Earth, I was constantly embroiled in office politics, and trying to get ahead, fighting with office enemies and whatnot. I never got laid.
In this world, I haven’t had to deal with one iota of politics, unless you count being set up by Drak to get spanked for stealing, and I guess I have to.
But I hardly care about that now, because now the water is warm, the soap smells nice, and being bathed by someone with four hands is a very nice experience. It’s like being tended to all over at once. He can massage shampoo into my hair at the same time as he rubs my shoulders and neck.
It seems wild to think that I ever complained, now that I am comfortable and being cosseted like a spoiled little pet.
“You are such a pretty little thing,” he compliments me. “Your body is beautiful, all soft curves and allure. The human female was truly made to be one of the most desirable creatures in creation.”
Who am I to disagree with him? The way he touches my body has a worshipful air about it. He is careful with me. He treats me like I am something special to be treated specially.
I am so relaxed I find my eyes closing, lids too heavy to keep them up. If I were at home, I’d have to get out of the bath. It’d be dangerous to keep bathing. But here, Arkon has me. I’m safe to pass out completely if I want to. I know he would look after me.
My contract here is for a few months. I wonder if he would consider extending it. I guess once the project is done there won’t be any need for me.
But I let myself fantasize, just for a bit, that he might want to keep me as something more than an employee. It’s a wild thought. The sexual stuff has been for the purposes of machine training. It’s not personal. But it…
* * *
I wake up in bed. I must have fallen asleep while he bathed me, and he must have dried me off and put me to bed. I am as cozy as I have ever been, and—notably—not in the cage.
I don’t see Arkon right away. He’s not in the bed with me.
When I look around, I see that he’s sitting in a huge chair that fits him perfectly that is positioned adjacent to the bed.
He is not wearing a shirt. His two upper arms are folded over his chest, his lower ones are relaxed against his thighs.
He is looking at me with an expression that almost looks sad. Definitely serious.
“Did I do something wrong?” I am sleepy as I ask the question. I can’t remember doing anything wrong, but that doesn’t mean anything. Sometimes I crime without noticing.
“No,” he smiles. “You need more sleep than I do, and I ended up watching you. Sorry if I startled you.”
“You were watching me sleep?”