Unworldly Encounter Complete Series (14 page)

It was strange to Andrea to find herself so anxious to get home, to get home to a person. It was more than just concern about Jan’s well-being that prompted her hurry; she wanted to see him. For a woman who had decided a little over a year before that she was going to give up on long-term relationships, Andrea found herself falling into the prospect of one, with an alien no less, surprisingly comforting.
 

As she pulled out of the parking garage and started towards home, Andrea remembered that she and Jan had discussed the “rules” of her behavior as his sub. When she arrived home, since he was already going to be there, she was to immediately strip out of her clothes and put on the collar he had bought for her; she would present herself to him and submit to whatever he had decided would constitute her “training” for the evening.
 

Andrea waited for the light to turn green to turn onto her street, chewing her bottom lip slowly. What if she got home and Jan wasn’t there? What if his superiors had tracked him somehow—in spite of Jan’s assurance that they couldn’t? She wished there were a way for her to get into contact with him, to keep in touch with him throughout the day.
He’s a grown—well, not man, exactly, but he’s grown,
she told herself. If Jan got into trouble with his fellow aliens, he had to be able to sort it out himself; she couldn’t baby him—nor should she. He was setting himself up to be her mate. If he couldn’t hold his own and follow through on his own plans, then she would just have to deal with the fact that he wasn’t the one for her. The thought of Jan being forced to go back to his own people, leaving her awakened to a new sexual identity but totally alone, was surprisingly painful.

Andrea finally pulled into her driveway and shut off the ignition; there were no glimmering lights, no radiant glowing surrounding her house, which seemed promising. She locked her car up and walked quickly towards her house, nearly dropping her keys from nervous fingers. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. If Jan was gone, then she would just have to accept that. She hoped if he had been taken away from her, that he would at least have found a way to leave her a message. She also hoped he would have more sense than to wander away from the house on his own without giving some kind of indication of where he was going.

She took a deep breath as she unlocked the front door; the fact that it was locked was promising. Andrea exhaled as she opened the door and stepped through it. She listened closely as she looked around for any sign of her alien lover; there was a hum of her computer and a clatter of keys. Andrea sighed with relief. Looking around, she saw that Jan had placed the collar where she would readily find it, on a hook next to the door. Andrea blushed.
Oh god, we have to remember to put that away somewhere,
she thought, fleeting embarrassment rushing through her.
Anyone who walks into the house and sees it is going to ask where the dog is…
She smiled wryly to herself and licked her lips.

Andrea decided to prove her readiness to obey the “rules” as Jan had laid them out to her before; she began to strip out of her clothes before she even considered calling out a greeting to him. She was surprised as she realized she was already turned on by the prospect of her training. She quickly unbuttoned her blouse, unsure—for a moment—of whether she should just let her clothes fall to the ground or fold them neatly.
Clean up later. He wants you naked when you come home to him, and you definitely want him right now.
Andrea let her blouse trail down onto the floor and slithered out of the skirt she had worn to work, quickly reaching around to her back to unhook her bra. In a matter of moments, she was utterly naked—feeling a little vulnerable and slightly foolish, standing right in front of her own door. She looked at the collar. Part of her still rebelled against it; Jan only insisted on her wearing it during “training”, but there was a self-possessed part of Andrea that felt a kind of conditioned reflex against anything that made her seem like a pet.

She took a deep breath and lifted the collar off of the hook, closing her eyes and draping it around her neck. Andrea had to admit to herself in spite of her ideological issues with wearing the collar, she liked everything that went along with it. She swallowed against the instinctive tightening of her throat; the collar wasn’t choking her, she reminded herself firmly. She licked her lips and took a deep breath. “Master?” she called out.

“Drea?” The voice—and relief flooded through her as Andrea recognized it as Jan’s voice—called back from the bedroom. “Are you ready to present yourself to me, little one?” Andrea felt a shiver work through her spine at the endearment. Jan was the only person on the planet who actually made her feel small, petite even. She enjoyed the feeling of being in his arms, of him lifting her up, treating her as if she was tiny.
 

“Yes,” she called to him.
 

“Come into the bedroom.” Andrea took one last, deep breath—not knowing what her training session would include—and stepped out of the mess of her clothes, walking towards the bedroom. She barely hesitated at the doorway, feeling a bit silly once more, presenting herself the way that she was.

When she stepped through the door, Andrea couldn’t help but smile. Jan was seated on her bed, her laptop set aside, watching intently for her. The moment she appeared, his unearthly eyes widened in appreciation, darkening slightly in lust. “Very good, little one,” he said softly. Andrea started slightly as Jan slid out of the bed in one fast, fluid movement. He was wearing the pajama pants she had recommended to him when they'd gone out shopping for human clothes to help him blend in.
 

In what seemed like heartbeats Jan had closed the distance between them, and Andrea moaned softly as his hands wandered all over her body possessively, touching her everywhere; cupping her breasts, tickling her ribs, caressing the curve of her back, slipping down between her legs. He brought his heel up against Andrea’s sex, his fingers sliding along her already-slick labia to rub, and Andrea closed her eyes and moaned at the tingle of pleasure that rose up through her body at the soft, steady touch. “This is your training, Andrea,” Jan told her firmly. “Not for your pleasure—for your education.” Andrea opened her eyes with difficulty and nodded, her breath catching in her throat. Jan’s fingers withdrew, and she saw his satisfied smile as he brought them up to his lips and licked her fluids.

Jan moved away from her and Andrea struggled to restrain the impulse to follow him; she knew that she was to remain where she was, waiting for his instruction. “Lie down on the bed, Drea,” he said without even looking at her as he moved towards a box she hadn’t seen, set on her desk. It was then Andrea realized she didn’t see any of the toys or tools they had shopped for only the day before; they must be in the box. Andrea stirred herself and walked towards the bed. She was certainly not going to invite any punishments for defiance or disobedience if she could help it.
 

Jan had not specified how he wanted her to lie; taking a risk, Andrea lay on her back, keeping her arms and legs slightly spread out. She heard clatters, rustling, metallic clinks—the sounds of the various implements Jan used on her shifting around in the box. Andrea took deep breaths. “Have you done any bad things today, little one?” Jan asked curiously. Andrea chewed her bottom lip, reviewing the day. She had arrived a few minutes early to work; she had left a minute after the end of the day. She had taken her lunch at her desk. She had cleared out the backlog of work she had waiting for her.
 

“No, Sir,” she said. “I was very good at work today.”

“Then I will not have to punish you…this time.” He turned and Andrea saw his hands full of implements. For a moment, she checked—the safe word on her lips as the sight of so many things in the huge man’s hands daunted her. But Andrea couldn’t deny that even the flicker of instinctive fear was nothing to the surge of lust she felt, her body remembering the satisfaction and the pleasure that came from the kinds of things Jan did to her in training. “Today we will work on your self-control,” he said, approaching the bed. Andrea frowned. She knew what that meant from previous sessions; she was going to be absolutely tormented by pleasure until she could barely restrain herself any more.
 

Jan smiled slightly at her reaction, stopping at the foot of her bed. He let the rest of the implements he had chosen fall to the blankets until he was holding only a spreader bar—with broad, tough leather ankle cuffs on each end. He spread her legs wider, to the full extent the bar allowed, and Andrea tried not to fidget as she felt the rough brush of the leather against the skin of her leg, coiling tightly around it. She heard the clink of the metal buckle as Jan fastened it, moving quickly to her other leg to secure it as well. Her heart was beating faster, as it always did, but even with the little frisson of fear working through her spine, the instinctive rejection of being bound and helpless, Andrea found herself becoming more and more turned on by the moment.

Next, Jan stepped around the perimeter of the bed, looking over Andrea’s body speculatively. He picked up another bar; it was flat, with metal cuffs on the sides, rather than leather. She shivered as he lifted her up by the shoulders, positioning her until she was able to sit steadily. Jan’s fingertips caressed along her arm, stopping at her wrist. Andrea gasped at the cold metal that brushed against her skin, clamping down and tightening until the edges of the cuff almost pinched her. Jan brought her other arm firmly down along her side and closed the other cuff around her wrist, pinning her arms in place, the bar pressed against the curve of her back, just above her ass. She was helpless; she could not have gotten free if she had wanted to. Before Andrea could adjust to the sensation, she heard a whisper of fabric, and then her vision was blotted out—she was shrouded in darkness. Now, trembling slightly and tugging instinctively at the bindings on her wrists and ankles, she was immobilized and blind, utterly and completely helpless and vulnerable.
 

Jan pressed her down onto her back again, and Andrea’s ears strained, trying to catch the faintest hint of sound, the smallest clue as to what would be done to her next. She fidgeted as much as the bindings allowed, hearing the muted clink of metal against metal. Her breaths came faster, shorter, her heart beating faster in a mixture of anxiety and arousal.
 

Andrea yelped as she felt Jan’s hands come down against her breasts, slapping them lightly, sending jolts of sensation through her body even as she felt her nipples beginning to firm up under the stimulation. His warm fingers wrapped around the nubs, twisting and pulling, rolling and rubbing, until Andrea was moaning, arching into his touch, torn between the pleasure and the pain that the attention created in her body.
 

His hands slid along the curves of her body, caressing and tickling, and Andrea shivered, twisting into his touches, low whimpers of doubt and desire pushing free of her lips as his touch moved down to her hips. She felt his fingers brush her slick folds, and she gritted her teeth, clenching her hands into fists as he began to stroke and rub her slowly, exploring her sex. “I want you to tell me that you are all mine, little one,” Jan said, his voice somehow louder with her vision utterly blacked out. Andrea swallowed against the tight, dry feeling in her throat.

“I’m all yours, Master,” she said quietly.
 

“Tell me that your pussy belongs to me,” Jan commanded. Andrea frowned for an instant, she had never quite liked that word, but she knew Jan picked it up from the porn he watched.

“My—my pussy belongs to you.” Andrea swallowed against the feeling of dirtiness the phrase brought with it. Jan’s fingers slid down along her cleft, to press against her tight pucker, rubbing slightly there.

“And who does your ass belong to?”

“You, Sir,” Andrea said quickly. She bit her bottom lip, wondering—not for the first time—if she wasn’t biting off more than she could chew, in regards to her alien lover. His fingers retreated from her ass, and she breathed a sigh of relief.
 

Andrea heard a click, and then a humming, buzzing sound. She took a deep breath, closing her eyes behind the blindfold; she knew it was ridiculous—she couldn’t see anything either way—but somehow closing her eyes helped her to steel herself for what she knew was coming. “You will lie here, little one, and you will hold back your orgasm until I give you permission,” Jan told her. Andrea nodded, not trusting herself even to speak, her labia already soaking wet.
 

Andrea moaned out, her hips moving automatically as she felt the cool plastic of the vibrator slide along her labia, teasing her with a distant throbbing hum. Her fingernails bit into the skin of her palms as Jan tortured her, barely pressing the buzzing toy along her folds, nimbly avoiding her pleasure center, where she most wanted it. She forced herself to breathe slowly and steadily, trying to focus on the ache in her wrists to keep the pleasure buzzing against her sex at bay. Gradually, Jan pressed the vibrator against her more firmly, intensifying the pulses, and Andrea moaned again as he brought it to bear against her pleasure center, sending a jolt of pure sensation through her body. She heard the liquid sputtering as her fluids coated the toy, her inner muscles tightening reflexively.
 

Soft whimpers began to leave her lips in a steady stream as Andrea felt her pleasure mounting, her body heating up and her nerves tingling. The pain in her wrists was nothing compared to the deep, humming pleasure of her sex—in fact, if anything, one intensified the other. She grabbed at the blankets with her hands, squirming and writhing as much as the bars and cuffs holding her trapped would allow. Jan teased her for what seemed like hours, bringing the vibrator up to her pleasure center and then sliding it down right when she was on the verge of orgasm, only to bring it back up against the bead of nerves as soon as she had started to relax into the buzzing hum. “Please! Please Master, please—please stop teasing me, please let me come,” Andrea cried out. She heard the sound of Jan’s alien laughter.