by Sue Lyndon
“It’s not my fault! Pregnant women are very forgetful. I read it in a book once. And since you got me pregnant, technically it’s all your fault I’ve been so forgetful lately.” She shrugged, trying to hold back a grin. “I guess that means I’m off the hook for the next twenty-five weeks, seeing as how it’s your fault I can’t seem to remember how to behave. Or to make dinner.”
He turned her around and swatted her backside twice. She squealed and danced around, trying to shield her bottom, but he captured her wrists in one hand and cupped her bottom with the other. “I think you’re making that up, little girl. I’ve never heard of such a thing.”
“But it’s true! Ouch! Ow! No more spanking, Erik. If anyone deserves a spanking, it’s you.” She continued to dance around as he brought his hand down on her bottom a dozen more times, the slaps just hard enough to sting through her thin dress.
When he turned her in his arms, his hardness pressed against her stomach, and she trembled with anticipation as their eyes met. “Until we get back to Earth and I can look up ‘forgetfulness in pregnant women’ online, I will give you the benefit of the doubt. However, I will be reddening your little bottom after dinner this evening anyway, young lady.”
“But why? What did I do?”
“Nothing. I just want to see you squirming and begging as I spank your bare bottom, right before I bend you over the bed and have my way with you.” He fisted a hand in her hair, tilting her head back as he kissed her.
Her center throbbing with need, she melted into him, feeling the moisture already starting to gather between her thighs. As his tongue met with hers, he lifted her dress up and sought out her pussy, sliding his fingers through her wetness. She mewled as he placed just the right amount of pressure on her pulsing clit, and she wrapped her arms around him as she lifted her center up and down on his hand, gyrating against him as she panted for air.
“Your flower is getting very wet, little girl.” He slipped a finger into her pussy entrance. “So wet I think you will make a mess if you sit down at the dinner table.”
Her heart thudded in her ears, nearly drowning out the sound of her rapid breathing. “I’m sorry, daddy. I’ll try to be a good girl and not make a mess.”
He drew back and looked at her sternly. “Very well. Sit down at the table. But if you have an accident, I will punish you.”
Her eyes went wide, and she nodded as she moved to the seat he pointed at. She loved the times he treated her like a little girl, especially when he scolded her for having a wet flower. It felt so naughty, and at the same time so safe. She felt cared for and treasured beyond measure, even when his words and actions made her flush hot with shame.
Sinking down on the chair, she carefully sat atop her dress and hoped her moisture didn’t seep through. As usual, she wasn’t wearing any panties. She tried to think about the notes she’d taken about the crustaceans she’d seen today, tried to think about anything and everything except what would happen if Erik discovered a wet spot on the seat. Her efforts to distract herself proved useless, and all she could think about was the scolding he’d give her. He might even put her in a diaper for getting herself so wet. A shiver coursed through her at the thought, and her nipples tightened painfully under the sheer fabric of her dress. She glanced down at her chest, her face flaming as she realized he’d be able to tell how hopelessly turned on she was right now.
He placed a plate of roasted tremma, seasoned vegetables, and a fruit salad in front of her, giving her a knowing look as he moved to his seat. They ate in relative silence, and it took all her willpower not to openly squirm in her chair in an attempt to alleviate the pressure between her thighs.
“Do you have to go potty, little girl?” he asked.
“No, daddy!” She flushed and focused on her plate.
“Then why are you squirming so much?”
“I’m not.” Oh no, he’d noticed.
She finished her plate, too preoccupied by her state of arousal and knowing he’d soon discover her wetness to taste anything. She watched, still trying not to squirm—and failing miserably—as he cleared the table and shoved the plates and pans into the automatic cleaner. Her tummy flipped when he finished his task, turning to glare at her with suspicion lighting his dark eyes.
“I don’t know, little girl, you’ve been squirming an awful lot.” He reached her side and grasped her hand. “Stand up and let daddy see what’s going on with you.”
“No, daddy, I’m fine, please let me be.”
Ignoring her request, he pulled her straight up and his gaze zeroed in on the wet spot she’d left on her chair. He shook his head at her and said, “Young lady, did you have an accident?”
“No, daddy! I swear!”
“Surely all that wetness can’t be from your flower.”
Her face flamed so hot she was sure it must be as red as the allas flowers that grew on the forest floor. She cupped her center and bowed her head. “Sorry about the mess, daddy,” she mumbled, feeling subdued and chastised even though he hadn’t punished her yet.
“Lift up your dress, young lady.”
She reached down and lifted her dress, bringing it up above her waist. The cool air caressed her skin, drifting against her legs, her bottom, and her aching pussy. Erik made a show of kneeling to inspect her center, drawing his fingers through her immense moisture and tsking when he touched the arousal that had slipped down her inner thighs.
He stood up and his powerful gaze penetrated her to her very core, causing her to tremble anew. “You must be punished for making such a mess at the dinner table, little girl. Severely.”
Before she could open her mouth to plead her case, he grasped her upper arm and guided her upstairs to their ridiculously large and luxurious bedroom. Halfway to the bed, he paused and pulled her dress over her head, leaving her completely naked.
“Go lie down on the bed, little girl, with your legs spread wide. You were very naughty and daddy’s going to teach you a lesson by spanking your pretty little flower until it’s bright red.”
She felt her eyes grow wide as she stood trembling before him, and she sucked in a deep, steadying breath. A delicious pressure intensified in her core, pulsing as fast as her rapidly beating heart. She tucked her hair behind her ears and moved toward the bed on shaky legs, practically falling down on it after she reached it. Crawling backward over the covers, she came to the middle of the bed and spread her legs wide. Her senses danced with anticipation and a smidge of dread over the fact that he planned to punish her by spanking her in a very private place.
Settling beneath her on the bed, he cupped her pussy. To her shame, she moaned and arched into his hand. He didn’t seem to notice, because he simply stared at her with that dark, intense gaze of his that warned her she was in so much trouble.
“You will keep your legs spread wide open like this during your flower spanking, Carmen.”
*
The scent of her arousal filled his senses, and Erik ached to claim her roughly, to sink into her moist, inviting pussy and fuck her hard. But she’d been a tad naughty by leaving a wet spot on her chair during dinner, and he had to punish her for it. The pinkness within her slightly parted nether lips glistened, and he ran his hand over her center, spreading out her moisture as her legs began to shake. The softest whimpers rose up from her, the sound of her nervousness appealing to his dark, baser desires.
He raised his hand up and brought it down quickly, slapping her pussy over and over again. To her credit, she kept her legs spread as he’d instructed, but after the first few slaps she let out a sob and covered her face in her hands. The sound of sticky slaps rang out in the room, and her beautiful little flower turned red as he continued with her punishment, striking the sweetness between her thighs repeatedly. Her wetness increased as he spanked, and her clit poked out from her reddened lips, more swollen than he’d ever seen it. Pausing her punishment, he slipped his fingers through her folds and spread moisture over the hardened nub, alternating pinching and
rubbing her as she gasped and struggled to keep her legs spread. Occasionally she started to close them, but then she’d fling herself wide open again, as if she’d suddenly remembered obeying him was in her best interest.
Releasing her clit, he gave her a few more slaps, centering the smacks over that vulnerable, swollen nub. Shuddering sobs escaped her, but he soon drew moans of pleasure from her when he began to caress the very spot he’d just punished.
“Your flower is all red now, Carmen, and even wetter than it was before I had to punish you.” He stood up long enough to shed his clothing, then crawled atop her and pried her hands away from her face. He wiped away the remnants of her tears and kissed her cheeks, then moved to claim her mouth. She responded with a whimper and pressed her hips against him, gyrating against his hard cock.
He pushed inside her, groaning at the feel of her wet warmth, so tight and perfect as her muscles clamped down around his cock. Rocking in and out of her, he set a quick, hard pace. She urgently met his thrusts, lifting her legs up to allow for deeper strokes. He paused momentarily to place her legs over his shoulders, and resumed pounding into her with renewed vigor.
Her breasts, rounder and fuller because of the life that was growing inside her, bounced with his rapid movements. Her head tilted to the side and her face twisted as she cried out, and a second later he felt her pussy squeezing him as she came apart, riding the wave of an orgasm that left a sheen of perspiration on her brow.
Pulling out of her, he guided her to stand and bend over the bed. She gasped and panted heavily, but she managed to remain on her feet, gripping the covers as she arched her bottom up to meet his cock. He surged into her, digging his fingers into her hips as he fucked her. His balls slapped against her clit with each thrust, and it wasn’t long before he felt her tightening around him again as she cried out.
He came with her, spots dotting his vision as he filled her with his seed. Leaning over her, he twined his fingers through hers, squeezing her hand. “Let’s take a shower together, and later we can go for a walk on the beach.”
Peering over her shoulder, she grinned at him mischievously. “A walk on the beach? Since when are you so romantic?”
He swatted her bottom all the way to the shower, and after they’d dried off and left their towels in a heap on the floor, watching her walk across the bedroom with her bottom still red heated his blood. As she bent over to pick up her dress, he scooped her up and carried her back to the bed.
“Hey!” She pushed at his chest playfully, and moaned into his mouth when he straddled her on the bed, his tongue pushing against hers as he kissed her with all the passion inside him.
God, he couldn’t get enough of her. He wanted to be inside her all the time it seemed, and he trailed the tip of his stiff length through her folds.
“Naughty girl,” he said, meeting her eyes. “You’re already wet again.”
Just as he was about to push inside her, a noise downstairs stilled his movements. Footsteps, followed by a computerized voice, drifted up into the bedroom from somewhere below.
“Dammit,” he said, moving to put his clothes on. “Stay here, Carmen. I’ll be right back.” He kissed her cheek as he fastened his pants before hurrying down the steps.
He found Nuemis in the downstairs hallway, just outside the kitchen.
“Nuemis,” Erik said, running his hand through his hair, “we need to have a serious talk about an Earth custom called knocking.”
His friend—at some point Erik had started to think of the big-haired alien as a friend, in a strange sort of way—appeared tense as he fingered the necklace that projected his voice. His large blue eyes flickered with worry, the line in his forehead creased and his face drawn tight.
“We need to talk. It’s important. It’s about the baby.”
“What about the baby?” Carmen appeared at Erik’s side, fully dressed. He gave her a censuring look for not staying upstairs.
Nuemis paced and pulled at his hair, shaking his head as he met their eyes. “I’ve learned some troubling news. I overheard some of the council members talking.”
Carmen put a protective hand on her stomach, and Erik pulled her close, wrapping an arm around her as he waited for Nuemis to continue.
“They have no intention of allowing you to raise your child, or of returning you to Earth. Your baby will be taken away from you immediately after being born so they can study the child. My kind hasn’t seen an infant or a child in tens of thousands of years. They are… curious.” He straightened and his expression softened. “I am truly sorry. It appears the council held a second vote that I wasn’t privy to, and they voted to keep you, all three of you, on Vella permanently.”
A chill settled over Erik, and he tightened his hold on Carmen. She trembled in his arms, and at the moment seemed to be at a loss for words. Her breaths came quickly, and he rubbed her back, hoping to keep her from panicking.
“This is unacceptable,” Erik ground out. “We are having a child because the council promised to return us to Earth if we demonstrated the breeding process for them. We were told we’d be raising our own child. How can they just hold a secret vote behind your back?”
Sadness shone in Nuemis’s gaze, and he lowered his head. “They also voted to kick me off the council. I don’t hold any power here anymore, aside from my scientific postings.”
“No one is taking our baby away,” Carmen said, her voice shaking. “I won’t allow it. Go and tell them human children need to be raised by their parents. They need love and proper nurturing, not a cold sterile lab like the council would provide.”
“There’s nothing I can do. I’m sorry. I just wanted to warn you, so there wouldn’t be any surprises for you.” Nuemis reached out as if to touch them in a gesture of comfort, but he dropped his hand midway, turned around, and walked out of the house.
Carmen collapsed in Erik’s arms. The sob that tore from her lips broke his heart. He carried her upstairs and tucked her into the massive bed, then crawled under the covers with her. They didn’t speak. There was nothing to say. The council was going to take their baby away. They wouldn’t be raising their child. The Blumerans’ deceit would tear their little family apart. All the promises to return them to Earth had been empty. The large house and their present freedom were likely just temporary. What was stopping the aliens from imprisoning them in the medical facility again?
Erik brushed Carmen’s hair from her face and rested his forehead against hers, placing a hand on her swollen stomach. Their child, so innocent and vulnerable, would be ripped from their arms. He thought of the nursery they’d been preparing and sorrow enveloped him.
All his plans for a future with Carmen and their baby crashed to the floor, his hopes and dreams splintering into a thousand tiny pieces.
*
All the colors in the forest below appeared muted today. Carmen gazed at the view from their bedroom window, barely registering the vividness of the flowering trees or the blue sky. The suns shone bright as always, but she didn’t even need to lower her gaze, because a darkness had taken over her and no amount of light could penetrate her sorrow.
A tear ran down her cheek as she rubbed her stomach. Was she carrying a boy or a girl? Another tear rolled down her face. Would the child ever be told about his or her human parents? Would the Blumerans hold the baby, coo to him, or sing lullabies while rocking him to sleep?
Her face crumbled and she dashed her tears away with the back of her hand, taking a deep breath and resolving not to cry anymore today. She’d cried enough tears to last a lifetime during the past three weeks. Today should have been one of her happiest days on Vella, since Erra and Stee would be arriving to examine her and had promised to determine the baby’s gender this afternoon.
The smell of breakfast cooking wafted upstairs, and she thought about the last few weeks since Nuemis’s fateful visit. Erik hardly spoke, and he seemed constantly preoccupied with his thoughts. He still spent his days studying the alien spaceship technology wit
h Nuemis, sometimes bringing home screens of diagrams and odd-looking symbols to study. When she asked about it, he brushed her off and changed the subject.
She was so lonely here on Vella. Hopelessness was her constant companion. Some days she felt like an idiot for staying here in this house, but she didn’t know where else to go. The Blumerans could track them anywhere on the planet with a simple scan for their human life signature, according to Nuemis. Carmen didn’t think the big-haired alien had any reason to lie. He’d been so forthcoming about the council’s goings-on that she trusted him. Erik trusted him too, although she wondered about the work they’d been doing lately. She had the distinct feeling they were both trying to hide something from her, and she despaired over what it could be.
Leaving the bedroom, she padded down the hall and to the half-finished nursery. Each time she walked through the doorway and into the room, her heart broke all over again. Today was no exception. As she entered the room, her chest became heavy and her breathing pained. Tears gathered in her eyes, but she blinked them away.
The council probably thought they were so smart, deceiving them like this, keeping them happy with the promise of a quiet family life near the beach and an eventual return to Earth. But they were heartless. Cruel. She hated them with everything inside her, and each time she thought about what they planned to do with her child, she was filled with a rage that left her body shaking and her head pulsing with pain.
Knowing Erik would come looking for her soon, she cast one last glance at the crib he’d constructed and went downstairs to the kitchen. As they ate breakfast, Erik kept looking around the kitchen and out the windows, as if he was nervous. His demeanor, especially after all that had happened, left her uneasy. Her appetite gone, she pushed her plate back and regarded him with a frown.
“What’s wrong? Is there something you’re not telling me?”
His eyes widened as he focused on her, and he pressed his lips together for a few moments, as if trying to decide whether or not to tell her something. Finally, he spoke. “I want you to stay in the house all day today.”