Outlander (Borealis) (5 page)

There was ecstasy played out all around us. It would have
been an orgy, except everyone stayed with their own partner. There was a shared
union about it, a spiritual eroticism that enthralled me.

I was puzzled about something: the Doms kept their clothes
on and there was no intercourse. Maybe that was a line even Borealians didn’t
cross. Somehow I doubted it.

Marcus cleared his throat and I turned to meet his gaze.

With a raised eyebrow, he scolded me. “I will tell you the
rest of the story when I have your undivided attention.”

I sucked on my lower lip. “Sorry, Dominus.”

With an almost undetectable smile, he moved his fingers away
from my sex, much to my frustration. With exquisite dedication he finished
oiling my body, including the forbidden space between my buttocks, which
created a delightful tingling sensation that threatened to send me over the
edge. He drew little oil rings around my puckered asshole and grinned when I
jerked from his touch. “I will have many adventures here.”

I didn’t think my knees could hold me upright much longer,
but soon he was pouring the lagoon’s warm water on my body. I was about to
point out the fact that
water and oil don’t mix
, but as with many other
things in Borealis, that did not apply here. The water cut the oil down enough
that when Marcus wiped them both away with a towel, I was silky, shiny and
clean.

He unshackled me, held my hand and led me back to our cell.
The other erotic pairs filed in behind us.  

After locking us in, he ordered me to go to bed.

“I was just in bed, Dominus?”

“Your knees were shaking at the bath. I’m afraid this has
been too much too soon. Sleep and we’ll continue when you’re refreshed.”

Spent from too much excitement, newness and stimulation, I
had to agree. I hated that he always right. Crawling into bed, I closed my
eyes.

Marcus spooned me, nipped at my ear and whispered, “Go to
sleep.”

I woke up, disoriented, but when I saw blue eyes studying
me, I remembered where I was.

Scowling, I crossed my arms. “How come I instantly fall
asleep when you tell me to, Dominus?”

A lopsided smile formed on his lips. “Because you’re mine.”

“Dominus!” I rolled my eyes. “That doesn’t make any sense
and it’s hardly an explanation.”

When he pinched the area between his eyes, I could clearly
see his frustration. “There is so much you don’t understand.”

That was a hell of an understatement. Still, I wasn’t
backing down, I needed an answer.

He sighed. “It’s called subsleep. It happens when a Dom and
sub are paired. The Dom only needs to tell the sub to fall asleep and they do,
for exactly the amount of time the Dom wants them to sleep.”

Flabbergasted, I gawked at him. “How is that possible?”

“It is part of God’s design.”

God again: Creator, Master and Sadist.

“How do you know when and how long I should sleep, Dominus?”

“It is my job to know what you need.”

I looked at him with a speculative eye.

“Have you ever woken up tired?” he challenged.

Though I pursed my lips, I knew the answer was no. Both
times I had awakened from his commanded sleep, refreshed and energized.

“It is time for your training. Because you are still
healing, I will give you some freedom when we’re alone, but when we are around
other Borealians, you will obey me without question or hesitation.”

Or else!

“If you thought my punishment at the bath was harsh, you
would break if you felt God’s version of it.”

I was sure he was right. Their God was not someone I ever
wanted to cross. “I will try not to anger either of you, Dominus.”

With an approving smile, he pressed his full lips to my
cheek. “That would be wise.”

I rose, crossing my arms to shield my bare breasts.

Grinning, he shook his head. “When will you ever be
comfortable with your natural state? You do remember me oiling them earlier,
don’t you?”

I couldn’t help but smile. Inexplicably, I was getting more
and more comfortable in Borealis. Without any concrete memories of my life on
Earth, I couldn’t miss anything or anyone. I was living in the moment and
although I wasn’t sure why, I thought this was uncharacteristic for me.

Sighing, I stared at his amazing body—muscular, powerful and
defined—I wanted to see more of him. What was behind that loin cloth thingy?
“Am I ever going to see my Dom naked?” I asked coyly.

He cupped my face in his hands and gave my bottom lip a
little nibble. He spoke in a low, breathy voice. “Do you want to see me naked?”

I stopped breathing as my insides melted. “Yes, Dominus.”

He pulled my hips to his, locking me in an embrace, but his
expression was all-business. “I decide when and where you see me naked, sub. Do
you understand?”

I was taken aback by his authoritative tone. “Yes.”

“Yes, what?” he said, sharply.

“Yes, Dominus.” Okay, now I was pissed.

When he let me go I walked away from him. He was being an
asshole and it hurt my feelings. Why did he think it so necessary to constantly
remind me of the power he had over me?

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught him watching me. He
walked in my direction and I stiffened.

He closed the space between us and despite my anger, his
body warmed me. Gently, he pinched my chin as a tiny smile played on his lips.
“You don’t like being told what to do.”

I tried to turn away, but he wouldn’t let me. “Answer me,
little sub.”

Apparently, I’m the emotional type because I suddenly felt
like crying. I hated the fact I was so sensitive. I wanted to be strong and
tears undermined that. I swallowed the lump in my throat. My words came out
only a little froggy. “It’s different where I’m from.”

He squinted at me. I was pretty sure he was trying to decide
whether or not to let me talk about Earth. He let out a huge exhale. “Tell me.”

I looked up at him and struggled to explain. “When a man and
woman are in a relationship, they are equals.”

“There are no Dominants and submissives?” His eyes were wide
as if he couldn’t imagine that happening anywhere.

The truth was that there were people that were more dominant
than others, but it was more about power, money and class. It wasn’t couched in
sex and religion like it was in Borealis. “There are Dominants and submissives,
but it’s a lifestyle choice, not the law. It isn’t something that’s done out in
the open because it isn’t widely accepted.”

He raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms in front of him.
“That would be very confusing.”

God, he was adorable when he was confused. I had to ignore
that to get my point across. “In the past, men dominated and controlled women,
but as we evolved into a more civilized society, most cultures have done away with
that type of thinking when it comes to romantic relationships.” As soon as I
said it, I wondered if I was right. That might be true for the Americas and
most of Europe, but I wasn’t too sure about the rest of the world.

“What about bondage? Does that exist in your world?”

I blushed. I felt awkward and naughty. “Yes, but it is
considered unconventional and is only done in private.” I knew I was casting a
wide net on how many people practiced kinky sex and how they practiced it, but
with no one to challenge me, I was sticking to my story.

“And in Borealis, your way is unconventional.”

“Now you understand how I feel.”

He pressed his lips to my forehead. “I’m sorry this is so
uncomfortable for you, but it is my responsibility to keep you safe and happy.
I can’t do that if you disobey me, especially since you don’t know how things
work here.”

I took a deep breath and kissed the channel between his
pectorals. “Yes, Dominus.”

He wrapped his arms around me. My scalp tingled when he
stroked my hair. “You’re very sweet, little sub. I’m so thankful you’re mine.”

His words touched me and made me feel uneasy at the same
time. I still wasn’t sure how I felt about being
his
.

“We need to start training now,” he said.

I glanced at my body. “You’re not going to train me naked,
are you, Dominus?”

He licked his lips, resting his hands under my breasts.
“Don’t tempt me.”

Exhilaration darted from a hundred nerve endings as he gave
each breast a gentle squeeze. “As much as I’m enjoying this, we have a lot of
work to do.”

From the chest of drawers he pulled out what looked like a
bunch of thin crisscrossed leather strands. “This is what you will wear for
training.”

He had to be kidding. I held the leather outfit between my
thumb and index finger like it was on fire. “These aren’t clothes. There’s
nothing here to cover my privates, Dominus!”

“Your body is not private, only your soul is. And I will
guard both with my life.”

Damn it! I did not want to wear that thing, then again this
was a different culture, a different planet, and for God’s sakes I had to learn
to fit in. I would never survive if I applied Earth rules to Borealis.

“Besides, this outfit gives me easy access to you.” Marcus
pulled one of my nipples, sending a warm twitch of need behind my pelvis. “All
of you. And if you do well, I will reward you.”

The idea of protesting crossed my mind briefly, but my mouth
refused to work. On the other hand, my pussy—I decided I might as well adopt
Borealian lingo while I was here—was busy making plans.

“Pardon the interruption, Marcus.” Galen stood outside our
cell. “I’ve come to check on your submissive.”

I pressed my forearms against my breasts to shield them from
the healer’s eyes, though everything below my waist was still exposed.
Cringing, I turned beet red.

“Of course.” Marcus unlocked the cell and hurried him
inside.

This was another lesson I had learned. Public
nudity—particularly in subs—was not only encouraged, it was expected.

Galen was polite enough to pretend like he didn’t notice my
embarrassment. “How are you feeling?”

I sat on the bench, my knees gathered up under my chin.
“Fine, but I still don’t remember anything?”

Marcus gave me a harsh look. “Galen is a demigod. You will
address him by his proper title—Galen or My Lord.”

A demigod? Holy shit—what the hell was that?
 “Sorry,
Galen.”

“Thank you,” he said, graciously. “I would like to scan you
again in the healing room.”

No, not that place again! Visibly tense, I cut my eyes to
Marcus. “Galen, I would rather not.”

Marcus tried to reassure me. “God will not be there.”

I chewed my lower lip and tried to remember Galen was a
healer, a doctor. Of all the people in Borealis, it was normal for him to see
me naked. “Will you restrain me, Galen? Gag me like before?”

“No. I assure you it will not be an unpleasant experience.”

Though I didn’t want to go, I knew it would cause more
problems if I refused.

“Galen, can I wear some clothes, please?”

“If you prefer.”

Marcus handed me the leather training outfit.

I sighed dramatically. “The other ones, Dominus.”

He rolled his eyes, but was merciful enough to bring me my
regular clothes.

The healing room, with its bright and sterile feel, brought
back the awful memory of God and his slippery touch. I clung to Marcus’s arm as
if he were my life raft.

“On the table, sub,” Galen said.

I winced. The term “sub” made me feel small when anyone but
Marcus said it. Nervously, I broke away from my Dom and complied.

I studied the Healer’s face as I stretched out on the
examination table; a luxury I had not allowed myself during our traumatic first
meeting. That night I had only noticed his caramel colored irises as they
stared back at me with a mixture of empathy and confusion.

Though his skin was golden brown, his features were elegant
and refined like a young English aristocrat who had just returned from holiday
in the Caribbean. High cheekbones were divided by a perfect nose. His bottom
lip was full and accentuated his cleft chin. Short hair, light brown and wavy,
added an unexpected note of whimsy. 

He was handsome like every man on this exotic planet, yet he
seemed different somehow, like he was above us. I don’t mean that he carried
himself with superiority. Galen was just more introspective, quiet even. He
lacked the sexual verve that radiated from all Borealians and that comforted
me.

The corners of his eyes creased as he waved his
hands—fingers splayed—above my forehead. Blinding beams of light shot out of
from his palms, illuminating my skin.

Though I had seen him use his power before, it still awed
me.

Marcus explained what was happening. “He is scanning you to
make sure you are healthy and to see if your classification has changed.”

The healer’s light-filled hands hovered a few inches above
me for a couple of minutes and made their way all over my body, leaving my body
warm and buzzing. After he reached the tips of my toes, he curled his fingers
into fists, extinguishing the light.

I gasped when I noticed a bright white ring at the edge of
Galen’s irises. “Your eyes…”

“It happens when I’m healing. The rings will disappear in a
few moments.”

“Galen, was that God’s Light?” I asked with wonder.

“Yes, I use it to heal and to scan for physical problems.
And like Marcus said, to see your classification.”

“See it how, Galen?”

“In my mind, the Light speaks to me.”

“Whoa,” I said in a whisper.

Galen turned to Marcus. “Her erotic role as a submissive is
halfway there. That’s progress. What are your observations?”

Marcus shrugged and then slid his palm over my thigh. “With
the exception of her memory, she is perfect in every way.” He was holding back
a smile, but didn’t succeed entirely.

“Oh?” Galen blinked, not seeing the humor in it. “You bonded
with her?”

“Not yet. I am taking things slow.”

I sat up and waved my hands in front of them. “You know I’m
right here.”

The men exchanged amused glances. Was it so unusual for a
sub to speak for herself?

Galen knitted his brows together, wearing his concerned
doctor face. “I’m glad you are in good physical health, but your memory still
worries me.”

“I remember some things, more like flashes or impressions.
The memories aren’t complete or connected to each other. I still don’t know who
I am or how I got here.”

An awkward silence hung in the air. Talk of Earth didn’t
endear me to Borealians. “Yes, the other planet.” Galen took a measured breath.
“I know it feels real, but I can assure you that this is your home. God
confirmed it. The sooner you let go of that fantasy, the quicker you will
return to fulfilling your life’s purpose.”

I felt my anger rising. “Which is, my Lord?”

“To obey your Dominus, worship God and practice our
rituals.”

Marcus had said almost exactly the same thing to me
yesterday. “But—” I started. A harsh look from Marcus stopped me in my tracks.

“She is making huge strides already, Galen. Her submissive
nature is taking over more each day, isn’t it?” Marcus shot me a warning glare.

“Yes,” I said, recovering quickly. “Dominus has been very
helpful in showing me the ways of Borealis, but must I worship God? I don’t
believe in him.” Apparently, I have no filter. I should really work on that if
I wanted to stay alive.

Galen looked stricken as he spoke in a serious tone. “That
will change. It
must
change. Do you understand?”

I could only gape at him.

Nervous and alarmed, Marcus jumped in. “She understands. We
were about to start training when you arrived.”

Galen exhaled, relaxing a little, though he remained
guarded. “Good. That’s a start.”