Outlander (Borealis) (10 page)

After pleasuring me to blissful ecstasy, he continued to
explore my body like it was some exotic flower he had just discovered.

That’s how it always was: my body was his playground and he
owned it and cared for it like his own. His electric touch started to become a
necessity. It nourished me like food. 

His fingers trailed between my breasts and down to my belly.

“Tell me more about the Goddess,” I said, with some
difficulty.

“What do you want to know?”

“You said Boreas used his Light on her and that the pain was
exquisite. Then what?”

“Aurora was so excited and enlightened by this new
sensation, that she began worshipping God, eager to meet his every erotic need.
God became Master and she was his slave. It was an almost perfect dynamic.”

I swallowed back my distaste, though I made a concerted
effort to listen. The more I understood, the better my chances of survival.

“Boreas and Aurora existed in a state of ecstatic spiritual
bliss for a long time until one day when the Goddess, who had the tendency to
be disobedient, asked God to let her take control just for one day so she could
know what it was like.

This request infuriated God and, in a fit of rage, he turned
her into a spirit because he could not stand to look at her face.”

That definitely sounded like Boreas.

“It wasn’t long before he realized how much his heart ached
for her, but when he tried to turn her back to physical form, he could not. Her
disobedience coupled with his rage had caused a break in their divine
connection. Her spirit began to drift further and further away from God and
neither of them could stop it.

Before she disappeared completely, the Goddess vowed to do
all she could to come back to him in physical form. God vowed that he would
never stop looking for her and that when she returned to him, she would be his
submissive, not his slave. In return, the Goddess promised to never question
him again.

The Goddess now hovers over the physical plane, looking for
the right body to possess.”

“So that’s what the Goddess ritual is about—to reunite
Boreas and Aurora?”

Marcus nodded, his hand massaging my breast. “In preparation
for her arrival, God created Borealis, where the Goddess could return to him in
physical form. Through the Goddess ritual, Boreas searches for the woman who
carries the Goddess within her.”

The mythology of Borealis was enthralling. I let Marcus keep
talking as I listened closely, struggling not to fall apart under his purposeful
caresses.

“It is said she will be a hard-won submissive with a
disobedient streak. To find her among all the submissive women in Borealis, God
restrains them and inflicts pain with his Light just like he did with his
Goddess. But this time he is doing something different.”

I leaned in closer, entranced in the story. “What is a
hard-won submissive?”

“Most submissives fall naturally into their roles after they
imprint with God, but a hard-won submissive will choose to surrender to her Dom
only if she thinks he has earned the right to do so.”

A tingle of panic shot through me. “Go on.”

“God finally understood why the Goddess had disobeyed him.
As much as she loved his power and the pain he inflicted, she also needed
tenderness and care, something God is unable to provide. That is why in
Borealis, each submissive has a Dominant that comforts her and guides her
through God’s search for the Goddess. The Dominant/submissive bond is so strong
that it can refocus the pain God inflicts on the submissive and can even make
it pleasurable, but it is not an easy state to achieve. It requires a perfect
connection between the two. Any interruption of that bond leads to almost
unimaginable suffering.”

“Wow,” I said, blinking my eyes. “Let me see if I have this
straight. When God finds a hard-won submissive with a disobedient streak, he’ll
know that’s the Goddess?”

“Not quite. A submissive can be hard-won or disobedient and
not be the Goddess.”

“Then how will he know it’s her?”

“God will know the body the Goddess chooses because he will
feel that exquisite, spiritual and erotic bond between them.”

That reassured me a little. That didn’t sound at all like
the vibe I had with Boreas. “And what happens after he finds her?”

“Boreas will absorb the gentle and loving nature of the
Dominant that took care of the body she inhabited. God and his Goddess will
reign together in Borealis forever.”

“So the submissive stays with God?” Talk about a raw deal.

“In a way. Think of it more as if she splits in two. One
body with Aurora’s soul will remain with Boreas and another body with her own
soul will join her Dominant.”

“How can that be?”

His face was filled with wonder. “It’s a divine mystery.”

“What happens to the Dominant and his submissive?”

“The Dominant will be named God’s Divine Progeny. He or she
will be deified and leave Borealis for the Next Place, which will be recreated
into a new world of the progeny’s own making to be ruled as they see fit. As
soon as it is created, their submissive will join them. All the other beings from
Borealis that have passed to the Next Place will be also there. It will be a
world of pure pleasure and there will be no pain.”

“That’s beautiful.” At least the mythology of Borealis had a
good ending.

“I wonder sometimes,” he said, with a dreamy look. 
“About you being the Goddess.”

“Why is that?” I hoped my revulsion didn’t show on my face.
Living with Boreas for eternity was not my idea of bliss. However, I was
intrigued with the other side of it—to be free to love Marcus without limits.

“It’s just a feeling,” he said, shrugging it off as a
passing thought, though I knew it was more than that. 

I decided to tell Marcus about the unsettling differences
between Earth and Borealis. Maybe then he would understand why was always so
off-balance.

“In my planet, your asshole is not only an erotic entry
point, but it is where waste leaves your body.”

Marcus leaned away from me and grimaced. “That’s what
animals do!”

“On Earth, almost every creature excretes in one way or
another, including humans.”

He crossed his arms in front of him. He looked disgusted.
“This world sounds completely repulsive.”

I’ll admit I was feeling a sick sense of satisfaction by
freaking Marcus out. “Our hair and nails grow,” I said, wiggling my fingers.

Shaking his head in disbelief, he plopped down on the bench
and poured himself a goblet of water.

“And,” I said, placing his hand on my pussy, “Women
naturally have hair here and men have it above their cocks and on their balls.”

He raked his fingers over my mounds. “Your planet is very
odd. Hair would get in the way of things.”

“That’s why some women and men shave off their hair there
with a razor…a small sharp knife.” I had to admit I was relishing this. Since I
had arrived in Borealis, every new experience was shocking, not it was time to
turn the tables.

“Well, that’s not too bad.”

“But then it just grows right back and they have to keep
shaving it.”

Marcus threw up his hands. “How do your people ever have
time to fuck? You have to go to a ‘job’ and you have to eat three times a day,
remove the waste, shave everything, you have to guess what your life’s journey
is—although it could change at any moment—and then if you become a parent…” He
drew in a long breath and exhaled. “I will be happy to stay here, thank you.”

I laughed and kissed the tip of his nose. “If I had to
choose, I would rather stay here with you than see my planet again.”

Quietly, he watched me, his expression serious. “Really?”

“Yes, really.” Even if God was able to send me home, I was
sure they wouldn’t let me take Marcus with me and I couldn’t bear life without
him.

He pulled me close, nibbling on my lips while his hands
traveled to my buttocks.

Everything started and ended with sex in Borealis and I was
beginning to develop quite an appetite for it.

Marcus enclosed his hand over mine. “Stop fidgeting.”

From the instant God summoned us, I had been a nervous
wreck. My only meeting with Boreas had left an indelible impression on me. I
was not eager to go through that again.

Marcus and I sat next to each other in an arched back bench
outside of Boreas’s bed chamber, uncomfortable and edgy. It felt like time had
thickened and slowed.

Like a naughty child summoned to the principal’s office, I
wasn’t sure which one of our offenses we were getting called on, though it was
probably the name-calling. The one thing I did know was that the consequences
in Borealis were far worse than being suspended from class.

I adjusted the velvet cushions behind my lower back. My skin
was clammy. “In my world, when the religious leader of…anything summons you,
it’s never good.” My voice was high and quipped.

My Dom gave me a tight smile as he hooked a beefy arm around
my shoulder. “I’m sure he only wants to see how you are doing.”

I rolled my eyes. If Boreas was concerned about me, it was
only because he knew Earth existed and I threatened to expose the truth. I was
sure my welfare wasn’t his top priority.

The door to God’s chambers swung open. A guard tipped his
head to Marcus. “The Master is waiting for you.”

My stomach twisted into a knot.

God’s bed chambers were magnificent. They included a
canopied bed, an office, two sitting areas, a living room and what appeared to
be a private bathing area in the back. A large part of the ceiling was transparent
glass so that Boreas could view his planet’s spectacular sky anytime he wished.

Breathtaking as the room was, it was not ostentatious. It
was balanced with fine furniture and elegant touches, like the delicate
cloisonné vase filled with fresh white tulips placed on a simple round glass
table. The walls appeared colorless until they caught the light and sparkled
with a blue sheen. White marble floors veined with what looked like crushed
diamonds felt cold under my bare feet.

The left wall was covered in bookshelves and metal
artifacts. Nearby was a sitting area complete with plenty of comfortable
seating circling an oval-shaped pewter table. The piece had hammered top and
intricately etched legs that arched inward. It was a work of art in itself. In the
far end of the room, set a foot above everything else, was his bed. It was the
most opulent thing in the chamber. The round mattress was clad in silver and
turquoise silks embroidered in gold thread and trimmed in semi-precious stones.
A gauzy fabric attached to a loop on the vaulted ceiling fell around the back
and sides of the mattress.

On the other side of the room was a wall-to-ceiling window
that showcased the vibrant landscape of Borealis. The sun cast a golden glow
over the flowered meadows that gracefully became white sand and sea.

The ocean reminded me of my Dom’s eyes—light green lead to
turquoise and finally to a deep blue. There was an island in the distance and I
wondered if anybody lived there.

Artwork consisted of abstract sculptures and paintings of
the Aurora Borealis. Though God’s chambers had light and glass, I did not see
any mirrors or portraits. A purposeful omission.

An understated desk made of a warm, veined wood was placed
close to the window. I could imagine God casually making life and death
decisions at his desk with the view of Borealis as a backdrop. 

Boreas stood with his legs apart and arms crossed. He was an
imposing creature who carried his authority with ease. As always he looked on
the verge of cracking a smile, and why wouldn’t he? Borealis was his playground
and he could do with it and all its inhabitants as he pleased.

It was unnerving how much he reminded me of
Theophanes—perhaps the high cheekbones and almond-shaped eyes—but Theophanes
lacked the cruel intensity that flowed effortlessly from Boreas.  

Seeing Boreas shirtless, I couldn’t help but admire the cut
of his abdominal muscles. Though Marcus was more muscled, Boreas was more
defined. Maybe having five women a day gives you abs of steel.

Purple silk pants, tied with a black sash added to his regal
air. A gold bracelet snaked from his left wrist to just under his elbow. As
much as I hated to admit it, he was dangerously sexy.

“Marcus.” Though he was greeting my Dom, Boreas kept his
gaze on me.

Marcus bowed and wrapped his right palm over his left fist,
the Borealian way Doms greeted God. “Master.”

When I stood frozen in place, Marcus pushed my hand down and
glared at me. “Slave pose,” he said, through tight lips.

I crouched to the floor and did a quick mental checklist:
back straight, chin level, eyes down, hands on knees, toes touching. 

Boreas sauntered toward us. “You named your submissive,
Claire.”

“Yes, Master. Does it please you?”

Boreas nudged my ribs with his toe. I looked up at him and
he motioned for me to rise. When I stood in attention stance, Boreas touched
two fingers under my chin and lifted it. It was a sign that I could look at him
freely. I squinted and blinked repeatedly because looking at Boreas was like
looking into the sun. I hadn’t noticed it before, but his eyes were a deep
violet.

“Everything about her pleases me.”

Boreas’ overwhelming presence unsteadied me. The power he
exuded was a physical thing I could feel as vibrations throughout my body. The
sensation was not unpleasant, but it was disconcerting.

My legs trembled as I thought of the complete control he had
over me. As his creation, he owned me—body and soul—and I could not refuse any
request he had.

Amused at my discomfort, he grabbed my elbow and whisked me
away from my Dom’s side. Glancing over my shoulder, I saw Marcus nodding to me
with encouragement, though I could tell he was wary.

God led me to an overstuffed leather chaise that had a pearl
luster to it. Perched on the edge, I fidgeted again, my body tight as a bow.

“You have many questions about Borealis.”

“Yes, Master.” My voice sounded small and distant, almost
like that of a child’s.

“The planet that you believe you are from is intriguing.” He
was trying to control a smile, as if he remembered a joke at an inappropriate
moment.

It was not a question, so I did not respond. The smug
bastard could make fun of me all day, it didn’t change the truth.

“Allow me to indulge your curiosity. You asked about space
travel, right?”

My heart skipped a beat. “Yes, Master.”

“You ask because you think this mode of transportation will
take you back to Earth.”

I didn’t say anything. I just wanted to know.

“When Aurora and I were first separated I explored our
universe hoping to find a way to bring her back. On that journey, I found no
other signs of life. I’m afraid you will have to be comfortable here in
Borealis, little sub.”

I felt like I had been kicked in the stomach. I still held
on to a sliver of hope because I had made it here somehow and if I made it
here, I could make it back. Clearly, the only one that could take me home was
Boreas and that seemed like the last thing on his mind.

“Because of your curiosity, I thought I would explain to you
and your Dom how you came to be lost on that road.”

My ears perked up. I was curious to see if his story matched
the one Marcus told me. My Dom, who was sitting in a nearby chair,
straightened.

“When I create a Dom I always think of his or her submissive.
I create them in pairs, thought the Dom is always created first and is trained
by Theophanes so he can properly bond and train his or her charge. It gives me
a chance to see their personality taking shape so I can determine the kind of
Dominant they are. When Theophanes thinks they are ready to be a proper Dom, I
create their submissive. I know Marcus told you this during training.”

That confirmed that God did hear everything. I nodded
reservedly.

Boreas draped his arm over mine and began kneading my
shoulder. I twitched at his touch. “You’re very tense, Claire.”

“You make me nervous.” It was the truth. I also hated his
guts, but I thought it best to leave that part out.

That produced a big smile from the Creator. “I doubt you are
the only one, but your Dom is right, you have nothing to fear from me.” He
lifted my hands and kissed them. “Today.”

I wanted to wrench myself away from his touch, but I didn’t
dare challenge him. Marcus had warned me:  “Whatever you do, don’t anger
him!”

Releasing my hands, he wedged in close to me until we were
shoulder to shoulder. His intensity was electrifying, perhaps even
supernatural. I stole a deep, shaky breath. I could feel his intoxicating
energy flowing from his skin to mine, creating an erotic response that left me
wet and needy.

“When I create a new being, I normally do it in front of the
members of the court, usually Galen or Theophanes. A Borealian’s creation day
can be traumatic if the full ritual is not performed.”

I braved a look at Marcus, who gave me a small reassuring
smile.

“When I created Marcus, I knew I was making a very special
Dom. His submissive had to be exceptional. When I created you, it was
different.” He looked away for a moment, then looked back me. “Very different.
For one thing I had enjoyed too much wine and pussy.” He gave me a lopsided
grin.

That pissed me off and embarrassed me.

My reaction stirred him and he stroked my hot cheek with his
knuckles. “Does it bother you that I like to drink and fuck?”

“I…yes, I’m sorry, Master. I’m not used to gods speaking
that way. Where I’m from—”

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Marcus stiffen. I
stopped myself.

“It’s fascinating how your mind is telling you that you are
not from here and has even created a mythology to explain it all.” His hand
squeezed the swell of my ass like it was a completely normal thing to do, and
maybe for him it was. “I take it your deities remain chaste and sober?”

I winced. “Yes, Master. Everything in Borealis is very
different than what I
remember
is normal.”

Sighing, Boreas continued. “The fault lies with me. I
shouldn’t have let you run away.”

I wanted to tell him he was a lying douche bag. Instead I
held my tongue, which was an unbelievably difficult thing to do.

“You are still in transition. I can only imagine how
harrowing it must be to be created without the proper protocols. But with some
time and your Dom’s help, you will heal and know that you belong here in
Borealis.”

Marcus rang in. “She is making progress, Master.”

Boreas raised an eyebrow at my Dom with a blatant air of
suspicion. I had sensed that same rudeness when we were in the healing room.
“She bonded with you rather quickly, considering the circumstances.”

Marcus shrugged, completely unaffected or unaware of God’s
impudence. “I knew instantly that she was mine, Master.”

I warmed at my Dom’s words and smiled demurely.

Narrowing his eyes, Boreas said nothing for a while. I
wasn’t sure whether God was like that with all Doms or just with Marcus, but it
seemed that he was jealous of my Dominus.

The tension in the room was escalating to an uncomfortable
level and I felt compelled to diffuse it. “Master, may I ask a question?”

“You may.” Boreas had returned to his buttery, sensual tone.
“Ask me anything. It’s the least I can do, after leaving you in such a state.”

“You said that if one of your creations is not properly
imprinted after creation, they can lose their minds. And you think that’s what
happened to me.”

“Yes, lack of imprinting can cause incredible emotional
stress and confusion.”

“But how could a mortal escape from an all-powerful,
all-seeing God?”

He grabbed the back of my neck, almost lifting me off the
chaise. Stunned and half-choking, I let out a strangled cry.

With complete self-control, he scolded me. “That is the
second time you have not said ‘Master’ when addressing me. Do it a third time
and I will flay your Dom before your eyes.”

I was expecting a threat of harm directed to me, not Marcus.
The thought of my Dom being brutally tortured or killed because I couldn’t keep
my big mouth shut, horrified me. “I’m sorry, Master.” I was trembling, feeling
as if I had put the man I loved in jeopardy by acting like a smart ass.

Marcus stood and bowed deeply. “Apologies, Master. We beg
for your mercy.”

Boreas released his hand from my neck and transformed back
to his calmer self. It was as if there were two versions of Boreas warring
against each other—one a sensual lover, the other a sadistic tyrant. He grazed
his lips across my cheek. “Granted. But in return I will play with her.”

“Master, I don’t think she’s—”

The glare Boreas shot Marcus derailed him. It was obvious
that disobedience would be unthinkable. He had to acquiesce to save us both.
“If it pleases you, Master.”

“Oh, it pleases me.”

My blood pumped furiously. Play meant sexual contact and I
had been told that wouldn’t happen until my second Goddess ritual.

Boreas leaned in for another kiss, this one headed for my
mouth, but before his lips could touch mine, there was a knock at the door.
“What?” Boreas howled, annoyed.

“It’s Galen, Master. You summoned me.”

Boreas sighed and nodded his head. “Yes, yes, come in.” He
leered at me, then pasted on a benevolent smile. “I almost forgot the sole
purpose of asking you both here.”

Galen gave me a kind, concerned look when he entered the
room. “How are you, Claire?”

“Better, Galen. Thank you.”

Boreas slapped the healer’s shoulder and gestured to me. “I
was just getting acquainted with my newest creation.”

“She is superb, Master.” Galen was polite, but guarded.

“I want you here because I am about to do something I have
never done before.”