Page 27 of Conquered Pet
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 ahead. 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 Idid.
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 quickand efficient, but I found myself enjoying the sight of him covered in soapy bubbles anyway.
Ishouldbe 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.
Notlittle one.Notlittle 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.”
