by Larissa Ladd
“So I come home and get naked and put the collar on, and then what?”
Jan kissed her lightly on the forehead, “And then you take training.”
“Every day?”
Jan’s eyes gleamed, “Every day. Maybe twice on your non-working days. Always.”
“You’re a pretty demanding Master. Maybe I don’t want to.”
“Then I will punish you,” Jan said, making the sound that was his laugh. “I will teach you to want to. Also, this reminds me. If you have done wrong during the day, you will confess to me, and I will punish you for it as a good Master should.”
Andrea shook her head, clucking her tongue against her teeth. “What do I get out of this?” she asked playfully. Deep down, she had to admit the idea of daily kinky and satisfying sex was a great deal better than her semi-celibate existence before.
“I make you come, again and again, as any Master should make his sub do.” Jan kissed her again. “And we share our lives. I bring in money, like you. I work. I satisfy your need for a mate.” Jan pulled Andrea around, positioning him on top of her. “You come so well for me. You are such a good Little One, Drea. I will make you happy.”
“What other rules do you have for me, Master?” Jan rocked his hips against hers, and Andrea felt his member rubbing against her soaking wet sex, teasing her. He was swiftly becoming hard again and Andrea was almost ready to take him once more.
“Whenever you wear this,” Jan said, reaching up to caress her skin along the collar. “Your body belongs to me. You will not question what I want to do, unless you must use your safe word. I may touch you, I may tease you, and I may torment you. You will stay naked for me and submit to my will.”
“That seems—fair,” Andrea said as she felt his member heating up, becoming rigid. In spite of her deep satisfaction, she could feel new arousal beginning to stir inside of her. She had never, in her entire life, felt so continuously turned on, so constantly ready for more sex.
“We must also… what is the word you used before? Make love. Every morning.”
“That I am perfectly fine with,” Andrea told the alien, leaning in to kiss him eagerly. The few times they had made love so far had given her a deeper feeling for the man who had claimed her for his own. Jan reached up and around to the back of her neck, and Andrea felt the leather collar fall away.
“Make love with me, Drea,” Jan said, his voice somehow losing its commanding, dominant edge. She felt his rigid member rubbing against her, the tip pressing against her pleasure center. Andrea rocked her hips against his.
“It’s not morning,” she told him playfully.
“Make love with me anyway,” Jan countered, pulling her in for another kiss. Andrea shifted her hips against his, all semblance of her submissive alter-ego fell away. She felt in control again, and as she slowly sank down onto his hot, stone-like erection, Andrea moaned with unabashed pleasure. She could climax when she pleased, she could stop if she wanted. She didn’t have to use the safe word. They began to move together, falling into a mutual rhythm slower than the way Jan had taken her before in their training session, but so deeply satisfying Andrea hoped against hope that it would never stop.
Jan’s lips brushed against her skin everywhere, his forked tongue wriggling along the line of her jaw, the ends slithering past her lips. Andrea’s pleasure mounted moment by moment as the friction built up between them, her hips rising and falling with their own momentum, seemingly of their own will. She moaned out as Jan’s hands trailed over her body, touching her everywhere, relieving tension she hadn’t known was buried deep in her muscles until the kneading fingers eased it. Andrea balanced herself on her knees, moving faster and faster. Every shifting thrust of Jan’s body against hers brought more friction to bear against her pleasure center, sending tingling sensations through her.
They reached their second orgasms almost as quickly as they had their first, and Andrea sagged against Jan, not quite so utterly spent, but still crackling with pleasure that made her muscles twitch, that made her giggle irrepressibly at how good, how right and how whole she felt. “You must admit to me,” Jan said, cradling her body against his, holding her as if she really was small, as if she were helpless—and Andrea supposed that compared to him, in spite of her stature and solid build, she was. “You must admit that you loved being filled anally. You cannot lie about that.”
“Okay, fine,” Andrea said, in no mood to argue, particularly when he was right, in spite of her unwillingness to admit it. “I did like it. I loved it.”
“Soon you will be begging me to take you that way,” Jan said, brushing his lips up to her ear. “You will plead, ‘Master, please take my ass. Please, oh please, Master.’”
Andrea laughed, rolling her eyes. “One day, maybe,” she rested her cheek against his broad chest. “Right now I want to rest for a little while longer, and then I want to eat. I’m starving.”
PART FIVE
ANDREA COULDN’T REMEMBER A POINT in her life when she had felt more anxious. Two days after Jan had first brewed the potion that made him pass for human, his communication device was buzzing constantly. She was amazed the alien seemed to be utterly nonchalant about the escalating tensions surrounding his long absence from his fellow researchers. “They are worried,” he said in the early morning, flashing a grin at her.
“If they’re worried, won’t they try and look for you?”
“It would not be so easy to find me,” he said.
They had decided she would have to go to work, after calling in sick for nearly a week. So after their morning lovemaking session, she had forced herself to go to the office, in spite of her misgivings about what it would mean for Jan to be in one place, with his communicator constantly buzzing with questions from his superiors. He told her he had informed them that the hunt was continuing, and he was monitoring his “subject” and looking for a point in time to get her away from her “human mate”.
“They are very excited,” Jan said, frowning slightly in what Andrea thought might have been disgust. “Most of the subjects brought back are young women who have no mates. They think it will be interesting to compare them with women who have mated.” He shook his head. “I am glad I am not going with them.”
“You realize,” she said, looking at him firmly, dressed and ready to drive to work, “that if the government catches you, they’re…” She shook her head.
“Why would the government suspect I am an alien?” Jan asked. “It took you a very long time to come to the conclusion, and you are more perceptive than many of your people.”
Andrea balked slightly. “Sometimes you talk as if my people are little more than… than primitive heathens.”
Jan smiled slowly at her irritation, “Sometimes your people are little more than primitive heathens,” he countered. “I cannot say that my people are less… heathenish? Than yours. But we are clearly more advanced.” Andrea wasn’t able to argue with that point; a species that crossed solar systems for the purposes of advanced genetic and scientific research on other species was clearly technologically advanced. “I hope in time I will meet more humans like you, Drea,” Jan said, kissing her lightly on the forehead and pushing her towards the front door. “But based on what I have seen of humans, I would not even necessarily have to take my potion in order to fit in among you.”
Andrea went through her routine at work, making as many excuses as possible not to speak to people. She had done some work from home, when her efforts with Jan allowed, so there wasn’t a massive pile of backed-up correspondence to clear, but in a certain respect, it was good for her to get back into the office, away from the situation itself. Andrea found she could think more clearly without the presence of Jan’s simmering sensuality around her, his sheer self-confidence.
By lunch time, she was fidgeting at her desk. Jan had suggested that once he was clear of his people and fully incorporated into human society, t he would enjoy giving her “training” tasks while she was at work. While they were maki
ng love that morning, he had murmured suggestions of clipping a silent vibrator to her panties to throb against her throughout the day, or of sending her to work with a plug buried inside her, with the explicit instruction that she was only to remove it with his permission. In spite of enjoying the time away from her lover, Andrea found herself reacting to both the anxiety of not knowing what was going on with him in her home and the sudden discontinuation of the constant sexual thrum that had persisted between them for days. She knew he had planned to use her computer to craft himself a human identity, complete with birth certificate and social security records. How he was going to accomplish that, Andrea wasn’t sure. He was so confident; she occasionally wondered just how much contact he’d had with humans before meeting her. She definitely thought the stakes at hand were much higher than he seemed to find them.
As the work day dragged on, Andrea tried to think of how she could get in touch with Jan, to see how he was doing, if he needed anything, if he was in danger. Somewhere deep down inside, she could not quite believe he was going to get away with the scam he had proposed. It seemed far too fantastic. But he had insisted that his fellow scientists and the people in command of the expedition would be far more interested in getting away with their prizes than worried about him, once it was established that he was dead. Just how Jan planned to “prove” his death without being visible to his colleagues was something he hadn’t yet explained to her.
Andrea’s gaze kept switching to the clock on her computer screen every few minutes; normally if she had taken such an extended multi-day absence from work, she would be staying late. But she couldn’t wait to get home. She had to get home to Jan, to find out what exactly was going on, and how his plans were progressing.
She waited for the earliest possible moment to leave; as soon as the clock showed 6:01, Andrea set her computer to lock, turned off the monitors, and pressed the button on her phone to forward all calls to voicemail. She gathered up her purse and started towards the door.
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.