Alien's Bride Book Two (5 page)

I swallowed and started to steer his enormous thing into me.
 
I was slick enough, and the point he made helped, but that huge round head wasn’t going to breach my hole without a strong thrust.
  
I closed my eyes and pressed down with steady, unwavering pressure.
 
Elentinus leant up to gently stroke my thighs.

I felt his legs tense, and then his cock quivered underneath me.
 
My eyes widened.
 
He was straining the muscle, making it tremble between my legs.
 
The vibrations sent tingly shockwaves up through me.
 
I pressed harder and the tickling tremors permeated even deeper inside me.
 

When it popped into me I gasped, but the pain didn’t warrant a yelp.
 
I felt stretched wide with an incredible feeling of fullness and there was a throb in my muscular ring.
 

“You’re amazing, Maritza.”

I opened my eyes.
 
Elentinus was shuddering in the deepest throes of ecstasy.
 
His hands continued to stroke my legs weakly and I felt his cock pulsate inside of me.

I started to lower my straining legs to take him deeper.
 
He filled me so amazingly well.
 
He mashed against a ticklish spot deep inside that put flutters in my belly.
 
I moved up and down slowly, enjoying that rapturous stimulation.
 
My sensitized clitoris was jutting out from my folds of flesh and felt like it was buzzing, I wanted to touch it, and my breasts, but was too embarrassed.
 

Elentinus grunted, snapping me out of my pleasure-daze.
 
He gone back into that animalistic mode where he grimaced with his teeth bared.
 
I tried to quicken my pace for him.
 
He squeezed my hips and plunged upwards, making my breasts bounce.
 
His huge thing was grinding over my g-spot with every thrust.
 
I leaned forward and braced myself on his muscular stomach.

“Keep…keep doing that.”

Elentinus started making quick hard jabs up inside of me.
 
I squeezed my eyes closed.
 
He battered my g-spot with such ferocity I already felt the prickly heat tickle that came before orgasm.

“Yes…ngh!”

“Grah!”

He kept thrusting up as his cock convulsed inside of me.
 
A hot gush of liquid spilled down my inner thigh.
 
The heat that added to his thrusts made my toes curl.
 
My muscles tensed, and then my insides started to contract against the huge head of his cock.

“Ah!”
 

My legs lost their strength.
 
He got in even deeper while the waves of orgasm made my stomach quiver.
 
I couldn’t moan, only whimper, but his own animalistic sounds drowned me out anyway.
 
He plunged a few times hard, causing my final pleasure spasms.
 
I had to pluck myself off him.
 
I had no strength to maintain a straddle.

Elentinus rolled over on top of me and reinserted his cock.
 
He gave me urgent kisses while building to his second orgasm.
 
I hugged him around the neck and kissed in return.
 
His thrusts were turning my tingly afterglow into renewed stimulation.
 
I knew it wouldn’t be over for a while.

I came one more time, weakly, but with desperate contractions of my stomach muscles.
 
I counted two more orgasms from Elentinus.
 
He probably could have gone all night, but I broke my mouth away from his and he kindly pulled out.

This time he didn’t bother with the sheet change or dressing.
 
We snuggled naked under the covers and went to sleep.

***

“Master, you need to wake up.”

I jolted awake and made sure the blanket hid my nudity.
 
Whore was standing in front of the bed.
 
He seemed too groggy to be snide.

Elentinus groaned awake.
 
“What time is it?”

“You have an hour before the session starts.”

“I need to shower.”

He climbed from the bed naked.
 
His whole body had tight sexy muscles, and his ass was just gorgeous…so round and pinchable.
 
I saw his pendulous dark cock swinging between his legs.
 
I kept my eyes on him until he disappeared into the bathroom.
 
The morning treat made me smile.

When I looked back at Whore I realized he’d been watching me while I had checked out his master.
 
My smile disappeared.
 
He stared at me for a while in silence with no emotion on his face.
 

“What?”

His eyes moved away.
 
“He doesn’t belong to you.
 
You belong to him.”

I tsked in disgust.
 
“Obviously.”

“I realize you’ve charmed him, but never forget that I’m here to temper his whims.”
 
He glowered at me.
 
“I won’t stand for your greed or ambition.
 
Push the smallest bit too far and I’ll shock you back to your proper place.”

I felt my face get red.
 
“I’m not trying to—“

Whore lifted his hand to silence me.
 
“Save it.
 
I won’t entertain your spoiled tantrums.
 
I expect you to perform your duties with obedience and humility.
 
If you stray from that I’ll punish you.
 
It’s just that simple.”

I couldn’t look at him anymore.
 
The fact that he was still threatening me built up tears behind my eyes.
 
There was something more going on here.
 
I’d thought he’d had a real reason to be annoyed with me in the beginning, i.e. I wasn’t sexing his master.
 
Now I could see no matter what I did he’d continue to make me feel like dirt.
 
This sort of defensiveness was due to fear.
 
What the Hell did Whore have to fear from me?
  

“Once I’m finished setting up Lord Elentinus’ meeting you and I will start work in the conference room.
 
You need to prepare for the day.”

“I’m not going to get up naked with you here.”

He gave me the Dak-Hiliah nod and left.
 
I didn’t move for a while.
 
Whore had burrowed into my heart like a maggot.
 
The thought of having to work with him made my tears finally spill.

I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths.
 
I was giving him power over me by letting his abuse upset me this much.
 
It’s what he wanted.
 
Don’t give him the satisfaction, Maritza.

The meditation, along with a soothing shower helped settle my nerves.
 
After breakfast I headed for the conference room.

Whore’s next act of cruelty slapped me in the face the second the room lit up.
 
My notes, all of my work, had been erased.
 
I closed my eyes and collected myself yet again.
 
Then I summoned Kang.

“Is there any way to get back what I wrote yesterday?”

“Yes, mistress.
 
The screen’s memory can be transferred to a tablet.”

I put my face in my hand.
 
“Yeah.
 
Sure.
 
A tablet.”

Kang rolled over to the wall and accessed a hidden panel on the wall perpendicular to the screen.
 
My writing reappeared as faint grey scratchings, and then darkened to solid black.
 
I put my hand on my chest to give a sigh of relief.

“Oh, thank God.”

“Get rid of that garbage!”
 

Whore’s bellow from the doorway made me jolt.
 

“We’re not using any of it.”

I had to sit down.
 
It was too early in the morning for my nerves to be this frayed.

“What are you talking about?”

Whore stomped over to me and handed me a tablet.
 
“Read it.
 
Sign it.”
 
He put a stylus in my hand.

In the time it took for my eyes to adjust to the red screen with purple writing Whore went to the wall and erased it again.
 
I made no attempt to stop him since Kang had shown me how easy it was to get it all back.

The alien script on the tablet was magically as easy for me to read as English writing, and this was no mean feat.
 
Only part of the language was character symbols; most of it was pictograms.
 
Reading it made me realize how different the sentence structure was compared to English.
 
I’d never been more grateful for the language magic than at that moment.
 
This would have taken two lifetimes for me to learn.

Whore sat down next to me and started rapping his fingers on the table.
 
I wanted to sock the idiot on the nose.

The writing was a letter to Pakpo.
 
It started out with a horrible introduction of me, where I admitted being childish, demanding, and presumptuous.
 
I warned that an inflated sense of entitlement was a failing of my species that would likely prevent humans from assimilating Dak-Hiliah culture for several generations.
 
This insight into Whore’s opinion of me made my face hot.
 
The only reason I forced myself to keep reading was because I didn’t want to relinquish the tablet.
 

I’m actually glad I soldiered on.
 
The letter talked about the situation the lesser races of the Dak-Hiliah had endured in their own quests for equality.
 
Whore described how the Etiken (Whore’s race) had to make a severe personal sacrifice in order to attain a position of status within their society.
 
Apparently they were restricted to “disgraceful” jobs like sewage handling and corpse management unless they’d paid a penance to their superiors.
 
Whore suggested that the kidnapped brides should stay under Shindray’s rules so they’d suffer at least as much as the Etiken had.
 
The only change he thought appropriate was to allow human women to share beds with their husbands.
 
The reason he allowed this was in his next digression where he talked about how important sex is for Dak-Hiliah men.
 
(Really?)
 

I set the tablet down on the table.
 
“I’m not signing this.”

Whore opened the satchel with the control unit for the collar.
 
My heart started to thunder in my chest, but I held my ground.
 
He took out the unit and moved his thumb over what I assumed was the zap button.

“Husband…”
 
I looked Whore dead in the eyes.
 
“Hor-Denay impersonated me by writing a terrible letter to Pakpo with my name on it, and then shocked me with the torture collar when I refused to sign it.”

“You said you wouldn’t make him pick sides between us!”

“I’m not going to let you get away with torturing me!
 
Kang’s a witness.”

He looked incredulous.
 
“Who’s Kang?”

I pointed to my pet Domestic.

He made a disgusted grimace.
 
“You need to wise up, Maritza.
 
This isn’t the absurd leisure world you used to live in where you could do as you pleased.
 
You’re in my reality now.
 
No one’s going to cater to your whims.”