Unworldly Encounter Complete Series (15 page)

“My greedy little one,” he said, his voice barely louder than the vibrator. “You can hold back for much longer than this. This is just the first phase of your training for tonight.” Andrea felt hot tears soaking into the cloth of the blindfold as she moaned and whimpered, twisting her hips, pulling at the cuffs on her wrists and ankles. She didn’t just want to come—she
needed
it, as much as she had ever needed anything in her life. She clenched her teeth. Andrea couldn’t help but want to please her Master.

Her arousal spiked and ebbed, her body tingling all over, as Jan continued to tease her for several long moments. Andrea, blind and bound, barely heard the squirting, liquid sound that announced the next part of her training; she was so caught up in the pleasure that she barely even noticed the whisper of material against her skin, the soft brush of straps as the vibrator was lashed against her, lengths of fabric coiled along her thighs and hips until she could not avoid the steady humming no matter how she struggled.
 

Andrea tensed as she felt Jan’s thick fingertip—slick with lubricant—brush against her tight pucker. “Tell me again, who does your ass belong to?” Andrea, gasping and panting, struggling to keep her orgasm at bay, keened with desperation, squirming to try and get away from the rubbing, stroking fingertip. “Tell me, little one.” Andrea fought to get her breathing under control.

“You, Sir,” she said, biting her lip as soon as the words left it. She sensed Jan’s satisfaction as his finger pressed against her tight pucker, swirling and rubbing until her muscles began to ease. She swallowed as she felt him push slowly into her; at least, she thought, this invasion would—hopefully—make it easier for her to hold back the pleasure welling up inside of her. She was wrong; as Jan’s finger slid into her slowly, filling her most intimate hole and spreading the lubricant, the slick feeling—dirty as it felt to her mind—made her feel even more aroused.
 

Jan quickly added a second finger, pushing past the resistance of her body, squirting more and more lubricant as Andrea squirmed and twisted against the humming, buzzing vibrator, her sex becoming wetter and wetter. “You will lie here,” Jan said, his fingers wriggling and curling inside of her until Andrea was unable to do anything but moan helplessly at the full, oddly pleasing sensation. “You will lie here like a good little one, won’t you?” Andrea gripped the blankets tightly, her fingers aching from the clenching of her muscles.

“Yes, Sir,” she said. His fingers withdrew, only to be replaced by the cold, slick, blunt end of one of the plugs he had purchased. Andrea shivered, cringing in lingering distaste as he pressed the plug against her tight hole. She remembered the safe word; she could use it right now, and he would stop—but he would stop all of it. And in spite of her distaste, Andrea couldn’t deny that she actually liked the feeling of the slick plug sinking into her, filling her up inch by inch.
Oh, god, what would he feel like inside of me? He’s so big… so hot, so hard…
Andrea squirmed as the plug pushed deeper and deeper inside her, realizing it was wider and thicker than the first one Jan had used.
He said he was going to train me to take him…
her heart pounded, her breaths coming fast and short as Andrea struggled against the rising tide of pleasure.

Andrea finally felt the plug slide in the last inch, the base of the toy pressed firmly against her skin, and she tried to force her body to relax; she would have to lie there until Jan gave her permission, until he allowed her the right to climax. Whimpers of struggling self-control left her lips in a steady stream as she fought to maintain her self-control. The buzzing at her pleasure center and the full slick sensation in her ass all conspired to make it nearly impossible for Andrea to hold back, but she knew if she came without permission, she was going to be punished.
 

Finally, as if Jan knew her even better than she knew herself, as Andrea felt the last weak tendrils of her control dissolving, she heard him say, “Come for me, little one.” Andrea nearly shrieked, nearly screamed, as the waves of pleasure crashed through her, unfettered. She arched and twisted and writhed as every nerve in her body lit up with the orgasm she was finally allowed to indulge, incoherent praise and words of gratitude tumbling out of her lips. Everything fell away but the sensations in her body, and her mind went utterly blank as she pitched, moan after moan of pleasure ripping through her as black pleasure descended over her mind.

Andrea soon realized her wrists were free and she was curled up on her side. She could still feel the plug buried deep inside her as the last tingling aftershocks began to abate, allowing her to swim back into consciousness. “You’re such a good little one,” Jan was murmuring, his hands trailing slowly over her body, soothing her. Andrea trembled in the aftermath of her orgasm. “You came so beautifully, Drea.” Jan’s surprisingly soft lips brushed against her forehead. “I love watching you come for me. It is difficult for me to make you hold back.”

“Then why do you do it?” she asked, opening her eyes to look up at him.

“Because you reach much higher pleasure from holding back,” he told her, cupping her breast and giving it a playful squeeze.
 

“May I have the plug removed?” she asked, squirming a little at the full, slick feeling.

“Not yet. Soon.” He kissed her hungrily, his forked tongue sliding past her lips to probe her mouth. As he pulled her body against his, Andrea could feel the heat and rigidness of his member pressing against her. “Are you ready for me, little one?” Andrea, feeling a swift crackle of renewed arousal along every nerve in her body, nodded eagerly. Jan pulled her around on top of him, bringing her hips down against his. Andrea moaned as she felt the heat and rigid hardness of his erection pressing along her slick folds. Jan pushed down on her hips, thrusting up at the same moment, and Andrea was barely able to hold herself up as he slid into her in one quick movement. Between Jan’s member and the plug inside of her still, she felt so full—almost uncomfortably so, but so good at the same time.

They fell into a rhythm together, Andrea pushing her hips down to meet Jan’s thrusts, riding him even as he rocked his hips up to meet hers; she knew she wouldn’t last long, even with the orgasm she’d already had—and she could only hope Jan was on the edge just as she was. “You may come…whenever you want, little one,” Jan said, breathing heavily as his hands wandered all over her body, touching and caressing. Andrea sank into the depths of submissive pleasure, feeling the sensations buzzing through her veins, holding back not by command—but because she wanted to savor the moment with her Master. As her hips rose and fell, as she took him deeper and deeper, Andrea found herself kissing him everywhere her lips could reach, touching him with her unfettered hands, tingling all over until her orgasm overwhelmed her once more.

They sat at the table, the remains of a huge dinner in front of them. Andrea still tingled all over from their training session. She knew she was smiling like an idiot still from how good she felt, and she didn’t care. Jan had volunteered to cook, manning her stove as if he had perfect knowledge of everything. “I spent some of my day watching videos,” he told her when she remarked on his expertise. “Your food preparation is very simple—there are not so many different components as my people have.”

“Maybe you can build us a kitchen like what you have at home,” Andrea playfully suggested.

Jan laughed, “I believe some of the components would—you say, raise eyebrows?” Andrea nodded. His grasp of vernacular and idiom was growing by leaps and bounds every day. “When I am gainfully employed as a human man, I want to take you to a restaurant.”

Andrea laughed, “Why is that?”

Jan smiled, turning off the stove and quickly distributing the chicken and sauce onto waiting plates. “I have watched TV shows of your chef, Tony Barbaine. He seems a very perceptive man. But he goes to many places on this planet, and he eats many meals at restaurants. I would like to try these foods for myself.”

“Well, we’ll have to go to one where you can get grain free,” Andrea said. “Oh—we’ll take you to a paleo restaurant!” That sparked a conversation about what “paleo” referred to, and from there, as they ate, a discussion of their future life together. It all hinged on the last step of Jan’s plan to get free of his alien colleagues.

Jan had been far more able to focus than Andrea. He had nearly completed his preparations for inserting himself into human life without even leaving the house. “It is a simple matter,” he told her, shrugging off her amazement. “Your security measures are very basic, compared to my people’s.” He had created an identity for himself in the government’s records, with a complete history that he had made up based on stories he looked up about immigrants. “It will be more difficult forging the academic credentials,” he said, frowning slightly. “If nothing else, I have sufficient resources to put a bribe in someone’s hands.”

“You’re going to bribe someone into giving you a degree?”

Jan grinned, “Why not?”

Andrea knew it was going to be a late night. Jan’s people were constantly calling him, eager to leave the planet. The longer they lingered, the greater their chances of discovery. Jan told Andrea they would have to return to the area where he had found her in order to complete the scheme; there was a transport there, and it would have to be destroyed in the process of enacting his “killed by a human” story.
 

“You didn’t tell me you had a transport,” Andrea said, frowning.

“How else would I bring my specimen back to the ship? It is in orbit near your moon.” Andrea frowned again. She hadn’t considered that; she had somehow pictured a giant space-going vessel, waiting somewhere hidden on the planet. Jan explained that the transport had stealth capabilities far beyond what any human technology could detect—it was as advanced, compared to human space shuttles and rockets, as those technologies were to a horse and carriage. “It must be destroyed in order to lend credence to my story,” Jan said, smiling slowly, “You will know I can never go back. I must remain here—with you.”

“I never worried about you leaving,” Andrea told him tartly. “Since you’re all convinced that you must be my mate, I thought if it came down to it I’d have to chase you off with a gun.”

Jan laughed, reaching out and taking her hand, bringing it to his lips. “I never will give you a reason to chase me away,” he said solemnly. “I will continue to earn my place as your mate and Master.” Andrea shivered with delight; she could still feel the slick feeling, the strangely pleasant tingle from where the plug had been inserted inside her. She was slowly working her way towards accepting that strangeness, that oddly appealing sensation as part of her regular sex life.

“It’s a good thing tomorrow is Friday,” Andrea said, picking up their emptied plates and carrying them into the kitchen.

“Why is that?” Jan followed her, gathering the remaining detritus from the table. It was just one of the aspects of his personality Andrea liked; though he had made himself her Master, he believed in equal division of labor when it came to housework and chores—he did not look to her to be some kind of actual slave under his iron control.
I need to figure out whoever made those videos he watched and thank them for good practices,
she thought.
 

Once the dishes were done, their conversation about what shape their lives as “mates” would take was interrupted by the buzzing of Jan’s communication device. Andrea watched as he brought it to his ear, speaking quickly. He shot her an amused look as he reported in the crisp, harsh language he had spoken his entire life, repeating himself—she had heard just enough of the language to begin to recognize sounds—a few times. He dropped his voice, assuming a warning tone. Within moments, he had completed the conversation. “I told them that I am having trouble getting my specimen away from her residence,” he said and smiled. “We must get to the woods quickly. As soon as we can get this done, we can resume your training.

“You are just like any human man,” she said, rising to her feet. “One-track mind. Sex on the brain.” Jan pulled her into his arms, kissing her hungrily.

“No other human woman makes me feel this way,” he told her, breaking from her lips only slightly. Andrea felt the ticklish sweep of his forked tongue against her skin. “You are the most extraordinary woman, my little Drea.” Andrea blushed, burying her face against his broad chest.

“Okay, okay, you win,” she said, pulling back to look up into his unearthly, purple-tinged face. “Let’s get this over with.”