Unworldly Encounter Complete Series (7 page)

Jan turned her around again and produced the second of the two clips. He gave her other breast a few playful slaps, his fingers closing quickly around her nipple and teasing it once more into a hard little nub as she gasped and panted, whimpers mingling with moans of perverse pleasure at the conflicting sensations. The second clip closed around her nipple, and Andrea keened, her head falling forward, her knees unsteady underneath her. She swayed on her feet, trembling from the overwhelming sensations that wracked her body—pain, pleasure, hot, cold, tingling—and Jan caught her, holding her steady. “I must punish you for your defiance,” he told her, his voice not quite harsh, but firm, commanding.
 

Andrea started to say that she hadn’t been trying to defy him—that she didn’t need to be punished—but Jan silenced her with a hard kiss, his hands exploring her body once more. He guided her towards the bed, and Andrea felt a low, thrumming dread working along her nerves, mingling with the way the clips on her nipples sent a tingling hot-cold jolt through her with every movement. “You must learn to submit to me,” Jan said, sitting down on the edge of the bed. He pulled her down and settled her across his lap. Her breasts dangled from the weight of the clips; her buttocks curved up into the air.

She was no more prepared for the first blow of his hand against her skin than she had been the night before. Andrea heard the smack of his skin hitting hers, and she felt the crackling, hot jolt shoot through her body, making her gasp and arch against the weight of his arm pinning her down. His hand came down again, and she heard herself whimpering. Somehow—in spite of the brief pain—she didn’t use her safe word, couldn’t quite bring herself to tell him to stop. To her surprise, she realized she was enjoying it. She was becoming more and more aroused by the moment.

Jan stopped as abruptly as he had begun, and Andrea shivered, her hands clenching into fists behind her back, wrists pulling and tugging at the bindings that kept her helpless. “Do you understand why I punished you?” Jan asked her, and she moaned as his hands brushed along her hot, tingling skin.

“Y-y-yes,” she managed to reply, though she was not sure she knew at all.

“You must submit to your Master gratefully, willingly,” he told her. “Say you will.” Andrea licked her dry lips, taking a deep breath, trying to marshal her ability to think enough to speak.

“I will…submit to my Master,” she said slowly. “I will submit gratefully, I will submit willingly.” She sensed Jan nodding without being able to see him, somehow.

“You will never again attempt to defy me by removing anything I am using to train you.” Andrea nodded. “Say it.”

“I will never attempt to defy you by removing… anything you use to train me.”
 

“You are very good, little one,” Jan said, his hands stroking her hot skin, caressing her so gently it made her almost want to cry out, overwhelmed with sensation. “Now you must say, ‘Thank you, Master, for teaching me.’” He squeezed the firm, full curve of her ass, and Andrea gasped, a half-whimper leaving her lips.

“T-thank you, Master—for—teaching me,” she said obediently.
 

Jan lifted her up, pulling her off his lap and setting her on her feet, and Andrea almost tumbled down again, her legs weak, her arms trapped behind her compromising her ability to balance. He stood in a quick movement, steadying her for just a moment; the next, he was stripping his coverall off, and Andrea saw that he hadn’t bothered to put on his odd underwear when he’d gotten up and left the bed that morning.
 

As he stepped out of his clothing, Jan smiled, taking in the sight of Andrea’s body in a slow, appreciative glance. “You look beautiful like this,” he told her, reaching out and cupping one of her breasts. He gave it a squeeze, and Andrea cried out in instinctive protest as the touch sent a new wave of pain and pleasure through her body. “Now you will show how obedient you are.” Jan sank back down onto the bed and lifted her up by the hips; once more Andrea was shocked that the man was able to pick her up so easily. It was as if she weighed nothing at all, as if she really was the ‘little one’ he called her.
 

Jan lay back on the bed and pulled Andrea around, arranging her on top of him. She straddled his hips, her sex hovering over his improbably large, thick member—looking in the morning light just as impressive as it had in the semi-gloom of her lamplight. “Take me,” he told her, one hand pushing down on the curve of her hip. “Ride me, you beautiful woman.”
 

Andrea took a deep breath, remembering all too well how he had felt inside of her, the lingering soreness that his stony, smooth, large member had left behind. She swallowed and then began to carefully sink down, balancing on her knees as best as she could as she lowered her hips. Andrea whimpered as she felt the heat of him pressing against her, feeling a flicker of panic—and then, as she continued to push her hips down, taking him inch by inch, a low, contented moan left her lips.
 

Jan’s hands gripped her hips tightly, and before she could quite adjust to the size of him, he had pushed her completely down, thrusting up to meet her, his member filling her up in one fast movement. It was not as difficult as it had been the night before; Andrea began to move at Jan’s prompting, lifting herself up and sinking back down onto him, rocking her hips, and she realized there was no real pain from the penetration—only a sensation of tight fullness, along with a deepening pleasure. She could feel her arousal getting more and more intense, even as every movement of her body made her breasts bounce, sending new jolts of throbbing heat and tingling pain from her nipples to her sex. Andrea began to move faster, panting, tugging ineffectually against the sash that bound her wrists.

Jan sat up, one arm cradling her, and Andrea let out a groan as she felt first one, and then the other clip spring free of her nipples, relief flooding her. In a matter of moments, she was coming, crying out again and again, and feeling her muscles rippling around Jan’s member. He murmured something she couldn’t quite understand, and then she heard the sound of him shouting in his native language and felt the hot flood of his fluids rushing into her body.
 

Andrea reeled as the last wave of orgasm crashed through her, unable to hold herself up anymore. She felt the ties around her wrists give way, and she fell into Jan’s waiting embrace, trembling with relief. As the darkness began to swirl around her pleasure-fogged brain, Andrea wondered,
why does the man I’ve been looking for have to be an alien?

PART THREE

ANDREA GROANED AS THE SOUND of her alarm ripped her out of a deep, exhausted sleep. She had managed to forget that she had work. In fact, she had managed to forget everything about her life prior to the moment when Jan had waltzed in on it, saving her from a potential run-in with the police.
 

She reached out blindly for her alarm clock and felt Jan shifting in the bed next to her. Her body ached all over in ways that she wasn’t used to feeling. Her breasts were sore, and her hips felt as if she had been trying to do yoga for hours at a time without any break.
 

“What is that sound? It’s unpleasant,” Jan’s rumbling voice remarked.

Andrea hit the snooze button, even though she knew, deep down, that she was going to waste her entire window.
I should just call in sick,
she thought.
I’d be useless at work anyway.
She turned over in bed to face Jan and opened her eyes slowly. “It’s my alarm,” she explained. “Don’t you have wake-up alarms where you come from?”
It seemed impossible that a space-faring race
—
and Jan’s alien people certainly were space-faring, to have ended up on earth
—
wouldn’t have an appreciation for time,
she mused as she yawned
.

“Something like this, but not sound.” He pulled her body close to his under the covers. “It’s a—a device. Particularly for spacers. It can be set by a boss, and it makes a tingle under the skin to alert.”
 

Andrea shuddered, “And you guys submit to that kind of intrusive alarm?”

“We have—I think—much greater pain tolerances than humans.”
 

They had been slowly exchanging information about their races ever since Andrea had come to understand what Jan was there for, that he was, in fact, an alien, looking for female human subjects to create a hybrid with his people. It troubled her more than a little that he remained less than open about the possibility that, while he would not round her up as a subject for testing, he might round up some other hapless woman to fulfill his quota.
 

But Andrea had learned that Jan came from a planet with higher gravity than Earth’s and that the odd, purplish pigment in his skin was due to the peculiarity of their sun. She had discovered that Jan’s dietary needs were a little different from hers. He needed much more meat in his diet, and he couldn’t tolerate grains. He seemed to have an inexhaustible tolerance for alcohol, and somewhere in her muddled mind she remembered his anatomical explanation for it—something about a structure in his body similar to her liver, but which came before the liver, which processed alcohol much more efficiently. “Your bodies are flawed not to have this,” he had said with a grin.

They had also explored—in more detail than Andrea would have thought she could possibly enjoy—the possibilities of a dom/sub relationship. She had told him again and again; she had tried to explain that it was not the mainstream mode of relationship between humans, but he persisted in his belief that it was part of a complex and very detailed mating ritual that all of the people of her planet—at least the civilized ones, as he put it—took part in.

After Saturday night, she had stopped arguing; to her surprise, Andrea found that being dominated by Jan was something that she enjoyed far more than any other experience in her life. He pulled noises out of her that she had never known she was capable of making, and every time he brought her to submit to him, to accept his “training”, she came harder and harder, losing more and more of her inhibitions. She had never considered herself prudish, but she was starting to even think—though with trepidation—that he might finally convince her to let him take her anally. As she showered the night before, the thought crossed her mind,
Oh god, if I ever told anyone I’d let an alien probe my ass…
 

“What is your work?” Jan asked, interrupting Andrea’s sleep-fogged thoughts.
 

She shook her head, trying to clear it, trying to remember just what it was that she did for a living. “I work at an ad agency,” she said, “as an account manager.”
 

Jan gave her a look of utter confusion. “Ah.” She bit her lip, trying to think of just how to explain that particular facet of human sociology and economics to someone who came from a culture that didn’t resemble anything human.

“You must be at work soon?” Jan asked her, his voice almost plaintive. He was losing some of his accent, his English taking on a more natural tone, but there were still differences in the way he spoke—differences that Andrea wasn’t sure he could ever lose, particularly with the forked tongue in his mouth.
 

“My job is… well, it’s important to my boss,” she said with a little laugh. “It’s not like I’m a scientist or anything like that.” She considered the question for a moment longer. “When someone of your people makes something, and they want to sell it, how do they go about telling other people that it exists?”
 

Jan’s eyes widened in comprehension, “Ah, that. Yes. I had seen banners like the ones we employ on the educational sites for humans.” Andrea bit her lip, thinking of what those advertisements were more than likely for, considering the venue. “You make these things for your people?”
 

Andrea shook her head, trying to explain her function within the company to him. Her alarm went off again, and she decided that she would just shut it off. “You’ve ruined me, you know,” she said, slipping out of Jan’s arms to find her phone on the desk in her bedroom.

“How have I ruined you?” Jan smiled as if the thought pleased him.

“I used to have perfect attendance. Never called in sick.” Andrea hung her head. “And now, I’m calling in when I’m not even technically sick to begin with.” She dialed her boss’ extension. He was not at his desk yet. She coughed a few times as the recording for his voicemail started. “Hey, Eric,” she said, making her voice as hoarse as possible. “I hate to do this to you, but I’ve come down with something…” she coughed a few more times, making an exaggerated sniff to punctuate her words. “It’s pretty vile. I think I’m going to try and fight it off, maybe come in tomorrow.” She set her phone down.

“It is difficult for me to know how to feel,” Jan said, as Andrea stepped heavily back towards the bed. “On the one hand, as a good Master, I should punish you for lying to your boss. On the other side of the coin, I am happy you will be spending the day with me, and think I should reward you for your cleverness.”
 

Andrea laughed, slipping under the covers and curling up close to Jan’s body. She had noticed that he was warmer than the average male of her acquaintance. “You could do both,” she suggested, looking up into his unearthly, golden brown eyes. “Punish me for lying and then reward me for being a good little one who does what it takes to be with you.” It surprised Andrea to realize how easily she had fallen into her role as Jan’s sub already.
But then
, she thought,
it was hard not to get into the role when she had had seventy-two hours of intensive training
. Jan seemed to be nearly insatiable, apart from occasionally needing to eat, sleep, and relieve himself; he had been eager to take advantage of every moment they had together to instill his dominance over her. He told her more than once that he wanted to complete the mating ritual with her before anything else happened.

“I like this idea,” Jan said, his voice dropping low. His hands wandered over her body, caressing and teasing her, and Andrea felt herself becoming aroused automatically, falling into the state of ready desire and eagerness to please him. Jan pulled her face up to his and kissed her hungrily, his forked tongue probing her mouth, the ends slightly tickling her gums. Jan covered her body with his own, barely holding his weight off of her, and Andrea shivered at the feeling of his member digging into her; she still wasn’t quite accustomed to his enormous size, and her body still ached from taking him over and over again. “You have been a very naughty little one,” he told her, breaking away from her lips. “I must make you understand that lying is bad.”