Pleasure Planet

by Beverly Havlir

  “It was designed especially for you, Aria. You should be ravishing in it. Would you like to try it on?” Aria was wearing the soft robe he had left for her on her bed. She stood now, eager to put on the beautiful things.

  Ronan assisted her, and for some reason she didn’t feel shy in front of him, though she was again naked. Perhaps her body’s memory of his searing kisses had allowed the mantle of modesty to fall.

  The gown fit perfectly. The shimmering fabric cupped her breasts softly, lifting and pressing them together like ripe fruit offered on a plate. The folds of the special material clung alluringly to her lithe shape, creating an erotic effect more enticing than if she was nude. Aria twirled delightedly, admiring herself in a mirror on the wall. Laughing, Ronan handed her the long scarves she would need for her dance. “I told you, you were a natural.” Carefully he placed the training cap on her head, pressing it so the necessary contact could be established. Aria stilled as data downloading from the dance routines was programmed into her brain.

  At length Ronan removed the cap from her head. Taking the little silver flute that had led her to him that first evening, Ronan sat lightly on a stool and began to play a haunting melody.

  Pausing for a moment, he said, “Dance,” and Aria obeyed. Her body began undulating effortlessly, like grace personified. Her face was lax, almost as if she were in 25

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  a trance, but in fact she was highly alert. It was novel to feel her body executing flawless moves that she had no idea she knew. Indeed, she hadn’t known them a moment before, but now she glided and circled around Ronan like a seasoned Iris Nine dancer. The music seemed to guide her, or she guided it, she wasn’t sure. After a few moments, she and the music were weaving together in a complex tapestry of artistic but highly sexual expression. Every fiber of her being seemed somehow more alive, more sensual than she could ever remember experiencing. A sexual power was emanating from her in a lovely, steady pulse of desire. And yet, there was something spiritual in the connection—something loftier than mere sexual desire. She felt as if she were part of some sacred feminine expression of beauty and poetry.

  Ronan continued to play, his eyes riveted on the beautiful dancing woman. Aria now saw his penis, rising hard and clearly outlined against the soft linen of his pants. She smiled slightly as her body twisted and swayed, forcing her to use muscles she hadn’t even known she possessed.

  After about thirty minutes, Aria collapsed exhausted on a couch. She was bathed in a sheen of sweat and breathing hard. “That’s a workout!” she exclaimed. She didn’t add that it had been something more than that. He knew, of course, if he looked into her thoughts, that she had been moved by the experience in a way she hadn’t expected. For now, she wasn’t willing to articulate it.

  “You were phenomenal, Aria. You will turn heads tonight, I can assure you!”

  “Not just heads, it seems,” she said, grinning in the direction of his cock, which was still evident in the linen pants.

  Ignoring the jibe, Ronan said, “I bet you could use a swim in the ocean about now. Let’s test the waters, shall we? I think you’ll find the temperature to your liking. The sun will be too hot later in the day, but right now it’s perfect. Shall we?”

  The thought of cool, refreshing waves splashing over her heated body sounded perfect. “Let’s go!” Ronan helped Aria to remove the dancing gown. He told her it would be clean and fresh for her this evening, but for now he just dropped it on the sofa, leaving her standing naked before him.

  While she watched, he stepped out of his own pants, revealing himself completely before her. His body was that of a mythical god and Aria gazed appreciatively at him, her mouth actually watering. Nudity was common on most planets and the beaches of New Earth were almost all nude beaches. One had to seek out the more modest areas, if one was so inclined.

  Aria, proud of her own body, always went to the nude beaches and so wasn’t surprised when Ronan stripped in anticipation of their swim. He was quite a sight, with his long, lean muscles, and the well-formed penis rising to attention from its nest of pubic curls. The lovely memory of it buried inside her to the hilt made her literally squirm. Ronan grinned at her, but said nothing.

  He extended a hand and she took it, letting him lead her. He picked up a large duffel bag he must have prepared earlier and they left the cozy little house together. 26

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  The sun was bright, almost too hot already for Aria’s skin but the water, as Ronan had promised, was perfect. The waves frothed and foamed against Aria’s toes, then rose to her ankles. Together they waded, walking deeper into the waves, until finally she summoned the courage to dive headlong into one. Soon she was swimming up through it like a little seal, tossing back her silver curls, now gleaming wetly in the sunlight. Ronan leaped in as well, swimming strongly alongside her until they both tired and returned dripping to the sand. Ronan spread out a large soft towel and opened a tall thin tent-like shelter, which blocked the sun, but still let the soft wind blow gently over them.

  As Aria lay back, Ronan smoothed a soft unguent into her skin, moving his long fingers deftly over her body. Aria sighed with pleasure, letting her eyes close as she inhaled the citrus scent of the ointment coupled with the salty tang of the sea. Ronan paused at her breasts, kneading them softly, and then lightly pinching her nipples until they were fully erect. Aria moaned softly and shifted, feeling the sweet wetness begin in her center. She wished his hands would go lower, and apparently her wish was acknowledged by the telepath because he slipped his hands down to her sex, gently parting her legs.

  Aria’s moans became louder as Ronan teased and fondled her pussy, drawing the moisture from her and then entering her with his fingers, first one, then two. Aria halfsat up, reaching for Ronan with her arms, her mouth. He leaned into her, kissing her, twisting her wet hair in his fingers.

  She could feel his hard body against hers, cool now as the water evaporated. His cock was hard against her thigh as he pulled her up close to him. They kissed for several minutes until Aria pulled away, her face flushed, her breathing labored. Lips parted, Aria stared hungrily at Ronan’s straining cock. Ronan’s golden eyes darkened with lust as he knelt up, offering his full erection to her attentions. Delicately Aria circled the head of his cock with her tongue, knowing just how to tease him. Sensually she eased down, taking the head fully into her mouth, savoring its spongy texture and licking the drop of pre-cum at the tip. Bracing herself on her knees, she leaned over and down, taking his full shaft into her throat, and sitting perfectly still for a moment, feeling the pulse of his blood pound in his cock. With a gentle touch, she cupped his balls, lightly raking them with her fingernails, while her hot mouth clung to him, drawing a cry of pleasure. As she pulled back, she looked up at the man. His head was back, his hair shining golden in the light, the tendons on his neck distended, his face a mask of passion. Though she knew he wasn’t in fact human at all, his reactions were certainly those of a human man. At any rate, he was clearly enjoying her attentions.

  This was something Aria was used to. She was used to being the one in control, in all aspects of her sexual relationships, and she had perfected her ability to drive a man wild with her mouth and fingers. She knew just when to be soft and delicate, when to increase the pace and intensify the attentions until the man she had chosen burst with 27

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  pleasure into her mouth. She leaned in now “for the kill”, intent on bringing Ronan to a searing orgasm that would render him her love slave. Instead of shuddering and arching into her as she had expected, Ronan pulled away, drawing himself from her until his cock was completely out of her mouth. She opened her eyes, confused. Without speaking, Ronan pressed against Aria’s shoulders, forcing her back so that her legs were pinned under her body. When she tried to get back to her knees, he said, “Lie still, little one. You are not in control here.”

  He held her down with one hand, while the other slowly pumped his own cock, har
d and erect in front of her, very close to her face as he leaned over her. She watched, fascinated, as his long, strong fingers moved up the shaft, the thumb pressing down over the head, and then allowing it to peek through as his hand slid down again. She was mesmerized by the huge penis, which seemed to grow even larger as he massaged it over her. After a few moments, Ronan’s head fell back again, his eyes closing. Groaning, he shot his seed across Aria’s face and breasts. She sputtered as some of it landed in her mouth.

  Outrage mixed with confused lust as Aria lay, naked and spattered with this man’s sperm, like some common whore! But the beautiful image of his erect and glorious member, spurting little pearls of jism as his strong, tan body arched back in ecstasy, made her pussy all the wetter. And if she were honest, the very fact of being held down and treated like an object had deeply aroused Aria.

  She wanted him, now. Fuck me, she thought, please! Smiling, Ronan bent down and kissed the girl, wiping his own ejaculate from her face and breasts with a damp cloth he produced from his duffel bag.

  Apparently, he didn’t share the male human trait of needing a little time to recover. When he pressed his cock against her wet opening, it was as hard as ever. Aria actually squealed with pleasure as he filled her. Her muscles clamped down on his masculine perfection and she wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling him farther into her hot tunnel.

  Ronan fucked Aria, pressing deep into her, his hips executing a perfect erotic dance against hers. She knew she could come like this, with his pubic bone thrusting against her clit. She abandoned herself to the pleasure of his actions when, again, she was surprised.

  Ronan was standing up, with Aria still in his arms, and his cock still buried in her pussy! Out of instinct, she clung to his neck, afraid of falling. Ronan whispered, “I shall take you in the sea, my love. Just hold onto me and you’ll be safe.”

  He walked the short distance across the sand, which was now hotter from the fully risen sun. The heat of it felt good against Aria’s wet hair, and she let her head fall back, feeling the kiss of sun against her cheeks. Ronan held her securely in his arms, as if she weighed no more than a child.

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  Each step he took caused his cock to glide deeper and then withdraw slightly, a constant tease. Aria found herself clutching his hips tightly with her legs. She wanted that cock to stay just where it was, filling her with pleasure. The water felt cool against her ass as Ronan took her deeper and deeper into the waves. When the water rose to just below his chest, Ronan stopped. He had taken her past the breaking waves and now swells washed over them on their way to crash against the shore.

  Aria’s body was half-submerged in the cool salty water, while her face and breasts were warmed by the late morning sun. Still Ronan’s rock-hard member was buried inside of her and now he began to undulate and move against her, renewing the lovely friction against her swollen bud.

  The combination of sensations—of warm sun, cool water, his strong arms, his cock impaling her—was nothing short of sublime, and Aria was overcome with sheer physical pleasure. She came hard, just a few seconds before Ronan. All the while, he held her safe in his arms, protecting her from the pull of the tides. She felt his heart pounding and thudding against her own as he recovered himself. Slowly he lifted her away from his body and gently set her down so that she stood next to him in the water. Impulsively Aria reached up and hugged his neck, pulling him down so she could kiss his cheeks, his nose, his chin.

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  Chapter Six

  Somehow, Aria had imagined that the little blue house with the red roof was all that existed on this continent—at least all that existed for her. But that evening, after a nice dinner of flaky meat pies and fruit sorbet, Ronan had taken Aria to what he called the Meeting House.

  After their tryst in the sea, Ronan had brought Aria back to the house for a nap, some more dance practice and some lazy loving in the canopied bed. No force fields were employed and Aria found herself almost wishing for something along those lines. The fantasy of captive slave girl was a powerful one indeed, once she’d acknowledged its existence.

  They’d dozed, and then Ronan had slipped out to prepare their meal, while Aria lounged about in a deep tub full of very hot water and sweet scented oils. After dinner, Ronan had attended Aria, more like her servant than her master. He arranged her long silvery hair in series of braids that were traditional for the Iris Nine slave dancers. These braids were designed to move with the dancer, enhancing the effect of the scarves, which were skillfully woven and whipped through the hair as part of the dance. She again donned the shimmery gown and little silver and white shoes that slipped onto her feet as if they had been custom-made. Indeed, they had been. Aria felt beautiful and sexy. But she also felt something more subtle or perhaps more real. She wasn’t certain how to define it. She looked toward Ronan, a question on her face. She realized as she did so that she had taken to speaking less and less as Ronan could read her mind as clearly as he could hear her voice. It was strange to know he could “hear”

  her thoughts, and yet it was also liberating in some respects. She was a woman so used to playing her emotions close to the vest, that a part of her had forgotten how to be open about her true feelings. Sometimes they seemed to be hidden even from herself. Yet, with Ronan she found herself curiously free. Was it because this was only for a week? Was it because she knew at the end of that time she would bid him a fond farewell and go back to her life as a driven executive, combing the galaxy for new ideas to earn herself yet more money and power?

  Now Ronan answered her, and his response at first took her by surprise. She started to deny it, but then closed her lips. “What you’re feeling, Aria, is submission. You’re feeling, perhaps for the first time in your life, a desire to submit to another person. You want to please me. You want to obey what I command of you. You want to make me happy.”

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  modest pride that this graceful, beautiful woman found something in him that brought out her natural submissive tendency?

  As if shaking off an unacceptable idea, Ronan actually shook his own head and said abruptly, “Come. We mustn’t keep the Elders waiting.”

  Now they entered the Meeting House, a small round building built of stone, topped with a golden dome. Aria realized this was the building she had seen that first night. It had intricate carvings of birds and animals around its doors and windows. Inside, the room was warm and inviting, with a large fire leaping against the grate of a massive stone fireplace. Several tables were set near the fire. These were draped with long red cloths and covered with dishes and goblets.

  It was clear that a large meal had just been eaten by the Erosians sitting around the tables. Servants were busy removing plates and replenishing wine goblets. Aria noted that though the figures were humanoid, they were definitely not humans. They had the same basic build, with a head, two arms and legs, and a trunk, but their eyes were especially large in their faces and bright golden. Not only the irises but the pupils as well.

  Their skin was pale, and their bodies were clothed in long brightly colored robes. Aria realized what was most striking was that they had no hair anywhere to be seen on their bodies. She realized these must be Erosians in their natural form. Ronan himself must look something like this! The thought was unsettling, because it reduced what she thought she had with him. For him, after all, it was only a job, a charade to please the customer. The exterior he had adopted had been pulled from her subconscious. He was
n’t real.

  She was drawn back to the hall by Ronan’s whisper. “These are our Elders. They govern our community. It is an honor to be asked to dance for them. Dance and music are Erosian passions. Perhaps our only passions. The Elders can be difficult to please, but I want you to dance only for me. For me, and for yourself.” His tone was warm, even loving. Perhaps his species were all consummate actors. She sighed, taking in the dozen Erosians sitting at their tables. Their heads were large on long slender necks. The skulls, completely hairless, but covered in supple, pale skin, were beautifully shaped ovals, with their large golden eyes set deep below broad, smooth foreheads. It was impossible to discern gender, at least to her inexperienced eye. They were all dressed in the same robes, differing only in pattern and color. The material looked satiny soft and shimmering in the soft light of the room, which seemed to emanate from the walls. The Elders turned to stare at her and Ronan as they entered the hall.

  Ronan took her hand and whispered, “You’ll be wonderful. Just be faithful to the music and the dance will take you on its wings. Remember, you are dancing for me.”

  Bowing before the Elders, Ronan said to them, “May I present Aria, my slave, for your entertainment. You will find her gifted in the ways of the Dance.”

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  With that simple introduction, Ronan led his charge to the center of the room. A large space had been cleared for her dance, leaving only the smooth stone floor, and to the side, a small stool, upon which Ronan now sat.

  Aria felt butterflies in her stomach. She was used to making presentations in front of large diverse groups, but she was usually wearing her high-powered executive outfits, with her long hair pulled back in a fashionable but conservative way. Certainly, she’d never dreamed she’d find herself dressed in gossamer clothing that fit her form like a second skin, revealing every curve and nuance. Even the outline of her nipples was clear against the clinging fabric. As she took in the faces of the assembled group, she saw that they were all staring at her, their features impassive. It might have been her imagination, but they almost seemed to be scowling. The sound of Ronan’s little flute trebled in the air. Aria’s body, recently conditioned by the training cap, began to move, despite her nervousness. As she looped and twisted gracefully among the tables, letting the music guide her, she forgot to be nervous. The dance itself took over, drawing her into its complex patterns and rhythms. The scowls seemed to give way to pure admiration, as everyone in the room, including the servants, stopped whatever they had been doing to give Aria their full attention. Only sheer exhaustion finally stopped her, and indeed, she might have kept on in spite of it, but Ronan brought the dance to a close with his music, playing a final haunting tune that signaled the end of the ceremonial dance. Aria sank gracefully to the floor, her head dropping to her chest, still in the thrall of the dance that had taken her over so completely. The room was completely silent. Had this been a real Iris Nine banquet, the bidding would have begun, and, though Aria was unaware of this, she would have drawn quite a high price. She was, as Ronan had assured her, a natural.