by Larissa Ladd
Jan leaned in, kissing Andrea on the lips and then working his way down, nibbling lightly along her neck. Andrea shivered, pushing her hips down to meet his touches, arching her back as Jan’s mouth shifted to her collarbones, his hot breath tickling her skin. His fingers began to move faster, his thumb rubbing against her pleasure center in tight circles even as he plunged deeper and deeper inside of her, brushing her inner walls, seeking the cluster of nerves that he somehow knew was there. “You will give me your whole body, and I will make you happy,” Jan told her firmly. He brought one of her breasts up to his mouth, claiming her nipple with lips and tongue. Andrea let out a noise—a gasping moan—as the forked ends of his tongue flickered up and down, swirling around the rapidly-hardening nub.
Jan switched from one breast to another, and Andrea writhed and squirmed on his lap, her hips moving, her whole body tingling as hot and cold jolts of pleasure rushed through her. Jan’s fingers, probing inside her, testing and exploring, brushed against a spot along her inner walls, and Andrea cried out helplessly, her whole body tensing as he found her second pleasure-center. He rubbed and stroked, inside and out, and Andrea felt her whole body convulsing as one wave of pleasure after another wracked her. “Oh—oh, Jan, oh—god, yes, yes, yes, please…” He moved his fingers faster and faster, bringing his lips up to hers once more, and Andrea cried out over and over again as spasms of pleasure crackled through her nerves. She felt herself gushing onto his fingers, felt her muscles flexing and relaxing erratically, outside of her control.
Jan kept touching, stroking, kissing her until she sagged against him, her cries turning into helpless whimpers, the urge to beg him to stop—to say that she could not take anymore—rising up as quickly as her arousal had. His fingers withdrew, and he gave her one final, affectionate stroke, kissing her lightly on the lips. “Do you forgive me, little one?” he asked her. Breathless, barely comprehending, Andrea nodded.
“Just—give me a minute,” she said, panting still as aftershocks of pleasure danced up and down along all the nerves in her body. Jan made a sound like a low chuckle, pulling her body tightly against his, holding her as she trembled.
Gradually, Andrea’s breath slowed, her fluttering heart beginning to calm. Her skin still tingled, her nerves exquisitely awake, but the trembling began to subside. She took one final, deep breath and pulled back slightly to look up at Jan. He was watching her intently, a faint almost-smile curving his lips, an emotion she couldn’t quite read in his unearthly eyes. “We are going to have to talk about—a lot of things,” Andrea said slowly. “There are a lot of… preferences, and things that you need to understand.” Jan nodded.
“I know very much that my understanding of your mating ritual is not complete,” he said. “But I will be happy to learn this from you.” He kissed her again, his hands beginning to wander all over her body. “I will enjoy having your body to myself.” Andrea smiled in spite of herself, shaking her head.
“We are going to have several very, very long conversations.” Jan’s yellowish eyes seemed to glow.
“I enjoy this coffee drink you gave me—I feel full of strength. I think now it is time for you to take your training.” Andrea looked at him with a little bit of alarm, thinking of his apparent belief that all women submitted to—and enjoyed—anal.
“I am going to ask one thing,” she said, swallowing against the convulsive tightening in her throat. Jan raised an eyebrow in mute query. “Please—you know I’m not…” she sighed. “I haven’t done these things. Please be careful, and slow.” Jan nodded quickly.
“Yes, I am aware you are a virgin. I will never hurt you, Drea. I want to prove that I am your rightful Master.” Andrea laughed wryly, wondering if she would ever find a way to make him understand. “While we have each other, I will always be good to you.” There was something in that—but she couldn’t bring herself to ask why he qualified it.
“Okay,” she said instead. “Then I am interested to see what you mean by training.” Jan held her tightly in his arms as he stood in one fluid movement, and Andrea suppressed the urge to protest, pushing down her instinctive fear.
He carried her through the small house easily, into the bedroom. Andrea swayed slightly as he set her down gently on her feet; Jan steadied her, looking down with a mixture of amusement, desire, and something that looked like affection in his golden eyes. “Take this off,” he said, gesturing to the robe. Andrea blushed slightly and slipped the fabric off of her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor at her feet.
For a moment, Jan seemed to have forgotten the goal of training her. His hands wandered over the lush curves of her body, exploring and caressing. He cupped her breasts, teasing her nipples into firm little nubs, and then rolling and twisting them between his fingers. Andrea gasped, arching into his touch instinctively as a jolt of hot, electric sensation seemed to shoot directly from her breasts to her sex. “Where do you keep your clamps?” Jan asked her. Andrea shook her head, barely able to comprehend the question as his fingers tightened on her nipples, pain overtaking pleasure for an instant before the more enjoyable sensation overwhelmed her once more.
“I—I—I don’t—don’t have any,” she said. Jan considered the problem, continuing to roll and twist her nipples between firm, strong fingers, making her squirm. Andrea alternately swayed into the attentions and instinctively tried to get away from them, writhing with a mixture of desire and discomfort.
“We will make do, but later you must get some.” Andrea nodded her agreement, and the pressure and keen sensation fled as Jan’s hands moved away from her breasts. He reached into one of the pockets on his coverall and withdrew something that looked like a cross between a clothespin and a bull dog clip—two objects that fit in the palm of his hand, shiny and metallic.
“What is that?” Andrea asked, shifting backward.
“You do not move away,” he told her, reaching out and pulling her closer once again. “These are just spare parts, pieces that I carry around.” He cupped one of her breasts steadily and Andrea was frozen in place. She watched with fascination and horror as he opened one of the clips, pressing the lever at the end down until the other end opened up. He brought it closer and closer to her, and she started to try and move away again, but a noise in his throat stopped her.
The clip closed around her nipple, and Andrea cried out in shock as an intense sensation—somewhere between pain and pleasure, mingling both in a way that she couldn’t quite comprehend—shot through her body. Instinctively, she reached up to try and take the offending clip off of her nipple as the tingling settled into a throb. It was an almost burning sensation that wasn’t exactly painful, but it was more than she thought she could stand. Jan shook his head. “I am training you, little one,” he told her firmly. “You must submit.”
Jan claimed her wrists, thrusting them behind her back and closing his hand around both her arms, holding her absolutely still while he looked around. “I am going to spank you for this,” he told her, glancing briefly with a faint smile on his face. “But first…” He crouched down, picking up her robe and pulling the sash free of the loops with one hand.
Jan turned her around, and Andrea moaned with desire as she felt the soft fabric caress her skin and then tighten. She knew she should struggle more—she knew there was at least a faint possibility she could get away. She could use her safe word again, and Jan would stop. But in spite of the throbbing pain in her breast and the fear she felt at suddenly being so helpless, she was also full of curiosity and intrigue, desire beginning to build up in her body. In a matter of moments, her wrists were tied firmly behind her, constrained to the small of her back, leaving her even more helpless than she had been before.
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. T
he 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.
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rea 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…