Alien Terrain

by Iris Astres

  “What do you consider kinky?”

  “Orgies.” Jane made it sound obvious and that amused him. “Toys, bondage, spanking. Chocolate sauce and rubber gloves, that sort of thing.”

  Raj nodded thoughtfully and moved a stray curl off her face. “I’ve done all of those things many times.”

  “You’ve done spanking?”

  “Many times. All forms of discipline, in fact.”

  “Do you like it?”

  “I’ve shown you what I like.”

  Her eyes closed. He felt the memory stir her. For his part, he was hard as stone and in a pressing mood to fuck.

  “What else is there?” she asked.

  “Many, many things.” He’d show her. All of it in time.

  “What’s fun? What’s the most thrilling? What do you like?”

  “You already gave me that.”

  “Oh yeah.” Jane shook her head impatiently. “You like licking my pussy till my heart beats in my cunt and you can fuck me till I faint. I know. I keep forgetting. So what would I like then?”

  “I don’t know,” said Raj, although he did. “A hard cock up your ass, perhaps.”

  Jane pulled away from him and sputtered something like an answer. Then she melted back against him, her heart pounding in a way the purest novice at the Temple would have no trouble perceiving.

  “Do you like that?” she asked.

  “Oh yes.”

  Her forehead pressed against her chest. And they were halfway there already.

  “I won’t ask you if it hurts because you’ll just say no.”

  “That’s right,” he said. “I’d tell you that it doesn’t hurt, and then I’d prove it to you.”

  “What else is there to do?” Jane said. Her voice was small and quiet.

  Raj gave the matter his attention. “More of the same can be good.”

  “More of the same is great. But I’m still curious about the rest of it. For one thing, I want to hear more about the domination. You don’t seem like the type.”

  “Are you asking me to show you?”

  “Can I have a miniglimpse? I’m pretty sure I’ll hate it.”

  Raj was certain she would love it. “A miniglimpse is possible,” he said. He pulled himself up and moved to the foot of the bed. “Lie on your back, arms at your side, and look up at the ceiling. If you hold the posture long enough to show me your obedience, I’ll give you a reward. If not, a punishment.”

  He watched as she complied with the request, adjusting herself meticulously into just the pose he’d described. His cock twitched with anticipation as he perceived her willingness to be commanded. When her lashes fluttered and the skin around her breasts began to gather, he leaned over her.

  “Very good.” He took one of her nipples into his mouth, licking gently. The other he caressed with thumb and forefinger. She moaned with pleasure and he drew away. “That was your reward.”

  “What would the punishment have been?”

  “The same.”

  “The same?” Jane’s eyebrows rose. “Good game,” she said.

  “The only difference is that now I’ll let you choose if you want more.”

  “More discipline? Or more of you?”

  “Discipline and I are the same thing.” He slid a little lower on the bed. Kissed her hip and then her thigh. “Obedience is my touch, my tongue, my cock.”

  “And disobedience?”

  “The same.”

  “I want to fuck.” He took in this announcement as a statement of her inner weather. Raj brushed his fingers down the inside of her thighs.

  “You’ll be fucked when you deserve it,” he informed her. “Stay where you are. Look at the ceiling and don’t move. Don’t even move your mouth. Not one word out of you.” He kissed her once. “Obey me.” And he left her there.

  STILL AND LISTENING for his movement, Jane did as she’d been told. She assumed that he was standing by the bed, not moving, not speaking, only staring at her. But in fact, she wasn’t sure.

  A few faint sounds came from the kitchen, proving she was wrong. She heard light scraping. Cabinets opening and closing. The tiniest chill in the air raised gooseflesh on Jane’s arms.

  He wouldn’t know it if she moved and yet she lay completely still. It wasn’t difficult. It was actually good. Anticipation of some sweet reward lulled her into a deep, sensual haze. She let herself drift with phantom memories of sex. His flesh. Her flesh. What would he do to her next?

  Maybe nothing. Maybe he’d just leave her here to ride the tide of wanting him. Would that be a reward or punishment? Maybe he was right and it was all the same.

  Suddenly he leaned over her body. Jane gasped. The heat of him was so good that the sound inside her shifted closer to a moan.

  “Shh.” He pressed his fingers to her lips. Jane cut the sound off in her throat too quickly and had to clear her throat.

  “Come.” He helped her up. They moved together to the kitchen. He was amiable, relaxed, so much so that she thought it might be over. Just the miniglimpse she’d asked for.

  Then she noticed all the changes in the kitchen. The small Formica table had been pulled out from the wall. A folded towel was draped over one side and there was something tied around two of the legs. He’d also pushed both chairs against the wall. Jane glimpsed a bottle on the floor. What was it? Olive oil? Hard to see because the only light came from the partially open door to the bathroom.

  Jane searched his face. No change in his expression. Still smooth and regal and alive. She dared a look along his body, all of him restored and perfect now. As a person he was wonderful. As an object he was breathtaking: smooth brown skin over so much curving muscle and that delicious cock of his already risen, at the ready.

  He turned her toward the table and bent her over it, facedown. The towel was there to pad her hips, a reassuring hint of sweetness in the strangeness of it all. The tabletop was cold against her breasts; her nipples gathered and she felt herself exposed. Up on her tiptoes by necessity. The lips of her pussy parting. Utterly indecent. Another person. Not Jane Bard at all.

  He took her hands and tied them one after the other to the table legs with strips of something soft and silky. Jane looked a moment at her hands and finally saw it was his ruined tunic torn into long strips. Something in that made her feel another pull of tenderness.

  The knots he’d made were firm and comfortable. They were effective too. She really couldn’t move. The bondage didn’t hurt, but it was strange. Strange enough to speed her pulse and make her feel her thoughts were spinning.

  Did she like this? Was it okay? He’d stop if she said stop, so should she say it or just let him do this to her?

  Intensity became disorienting. Air moved over her exposed pussy, which was wet and tingling. When she wriggled to get comfortable, the chill of the Formica made her nipples gather tighter. A wave of doubt took hold of her. Was this a punishment? Had she done something wrong?

  Jane drew a breath. Raj flattened himself over her. His chest was hot against her back. His cock fit perfectly into the groove between her buttocks.

  “It’s time you learned to read my body, Jane. You’ll become quite good at it in time. First feel my cock.” He rocked his hips against her, sliding his erection up and down her ass. “The message there is clear enough, I think. I’m hard and wet and you can feel my heat, but what else can you feel? When I speak to you, do you hear that hint of wetness in my mouth?”

  She nodded.

  “That’s lust,” he said. “And what about the air moving into my body? In the midst of full arousal, the breath is deep and slow but just a little bit unsteady. If you pay attention, you can hear a pause and then a jerk. When you do you’ll know you have me right against the edge.”

  He waited flush against her while she took him in. What she heard amazed her. A whole world revealed by just a rasp and hitch of breath. She thought she felt the slightest twitch of muscle in his thighs. His skin was hot, flickering against her. His movements slowe
d by lust. For her.

  Jane stretched her body out along the table, giving in to touch and feel and longing. She arched her back and bumped her ass against him. Raj slid his hands under her hips and pushed his cock into her cunt. One shocking thrust up to the hilt.

  “No sound,” he said. She quieted her gasp as best she could.

  She was completely full. She felt his balls against her labia. It wasn’t what she’d been expecting. It also wasn’t what she’d wanted.

  Raj stopped, his teeth grazing her neck. From the corner of her eye she saw him reach toward the floor and grab the bottle. He straightened, fumbling slightly until oil dribbled from the base of her spine slowly down the center of her ass.

  The kitchen was completely quiet. As quiet as the empty town and the deserted night. She listened to the slow, deep rhythm of his breath. At each perceived irregularity, Jane got hotter. She spread her thighs a little farther open for him.

  Raj seemed to be playing with the oil now—dabbling in it, drawing words and shapes onto her buttocks. Eventually, he stroked his slippery fingers back and forth over her anus, and it felt extremely good. Anticipation spread through her like venom, paralyzing everything but her accelerated heartbeat. He was going to do it. Finish things. Take her all the way inside this sexual adventure. And she was relieved and grateful and turned on because he always made the things he did so good.

  Jane circled her hips while he toyed with her. Chills made her tremble—hot and cold coming together in light shudders moving up her spine. The fine hair on her arms stood up, her torso cold against the tabletop, but her ass felt scalded by his hands, his skin, his cock, and his attention.

  He got his fingers into her. One or two or three, she didn’t know. Muscles straining with impatience, Jane pulled herself a fraction higher on the table until the edge put pressure on her mound. Raj stopped, removed his fingers. He lifted her off the ground, spreading her legs until the tendons pulled, and he moved his cock inside her.

  I’ll come. I’m so hot I’ll come from nothing. From just thinking what he’ll do.

  He pulled out of her pussy and released her so the balls of her feet were back on the floor. She couldn’t help the whimper of regret.

  “Console yourself,” he said and fit the fat head of his cock against her ass. “Push back against me.” He was leaning over her, his breath hot at her nape. “Pretend you want to keep me out.”

  She followed those instructions. While the thick, wet head of his cock slowly breached her, Jane moaned. He clamped his hand over her mouth. She stretched and strained to get more of him into her until there was all of him. He’d done it to her. Somehow all of him was deep inside her ass.

  Jane tried to hold the feeling, keep it present in her consciousness forever. She wanted words, a sure way back to this one perfect moment.

  It was like holding a big block of ice inside a sauna.

  It was like standing still while the whole world collapsed.

  It was like a cock. A thick, hard cock thrust deep where it just shouldn’t be. So hot. Extremely fucking hot.

  His hand lifted away; his head dipped back into her neck. “Now tell me,” Raj said. “Speak.”

  “I want you,” Jane whispered.

  He thrust into her deep. “Is that enough?”

  “I want to see you.”

  He shifted, his long torso curving until his forehead rested on her shoulder. He pulled the silk ties free and straightened. Hands clenching her ass, he helped her rotate, one leg swinging up and over him until he’d repositioned her and they were face-to-face.

  There he was. His expression tight with lust. There was a heaviness inside his eyes that made him look for once as naked as she always felt.

  He lifted her up onto his body, holding her with one arm like she weighed nothing at all. He still filled her, and it still felt so good. Better now she had her arms tight around him.

  “Make me come,” she whispered, nuzzling his neck.

  “How many times?”

  “Fifteen thousand. No.” Jane took it back. “Much more than that,” she said.

  “You have my word.” He walked with her toward the bedroom. They fell together on the bed. He pulled back to his knees, pulled the pillows underneath her head. Suddenly he grabbed her hand and licked her fingers. “Stroke yourself,” he told her. “Stroke, Jane.” She rubbed her fingers up and down her pussy. He used his hands to touch her breasts, sometimes pinching in a way that made her buck against him.

  “Don’t stop.”

  “No,” he promised. Was he growling or just clearing something from his throat?

  She felt sensation like a buzzing panic gather in her pussy. There was delirium between her legs. A long, slow-motion scream was building right there where his cock was pushing into her. Jane waited till she couldn’t any longer; then she looked at him and begged.

  “Please,” she said.

  The look he gave her made her shudder. He licked his fingers, closed them on one of her nipples, until that mad scream inside her body broke. Her muscles tensed and jerked and she was moaning, grabbing blindly for him. He kept fucking her like a machine, teasing her nerve endings to their limit until she’d finished writhing underneath him.

  When the crisis was over, Raj lowered himself over her and gathered her ass with one hand, breathing hard and looking down at her.

  Slowly Jane came around and met his gaze. “Now you,” she said. And he obeyed.

  Chapter Twelve

  As bright midmorning light began to filter through the blinds, Raj was finally deeply asleep and Jane was wide awake. She felt buzzed. Antsy to be doing something. More than anything, she wanted to cook so she could serve him food that didn’t come out of a can. And so she got up, dressed, and snuck out of the house.

  A quick trip to the corner market should have been an easy thing. Instead, a bag of onions, garlic, and zucchini ended everything for Jane.

  The tiny local store’s existence had seemed a big bonus when she’d first seen the small house. It was a dark and fairly dusty shop. A little sinister, despite the picture of the blessed mother painted on the side. The closet-like interior was full of products that never expired—fatty, salty foods full of preservatives, or peanuts in spun sugar. Outside, however, there was a small collection of locally grown produce.

  Jane was a good cook. She wanted Raj to know. To have another beer with him sitting at the table with his long legs crossed at the ankles and his handsome face tilted in that way that said he knew her, but not well enough.

  The walk had taken less than fifteen minutes. A child of no more than twelve had taken her money, and she’d been on her way, ready to make it home before Raj even knew that she’d been gone.

  Halfway up the block, in the middle of a vacant lot, Jane saw Bill Dancer’s pickup head toward her. Because she couldn’t run, she stood. Stood and waited while her mind went over both the best and worst she had to hope for. At worst, Dancer would kill her where she stood. Not likely he’d put all the effort in to find her just for that. She wasn’t worth the trouble of revenge. More likely he would want his Bod. Or he would want the money.

  The money he could have.

  The truck pulled over. Rick leaned out the window on the passenger side. Jane shrugged. Her mouth pulled into just the look kids wear when they know they’ve been caught. She realized for the first time how well her body lied to Rick. How practiced at falsehood she’d become from head to toe.

  “Hi, baby,” she said.

  “Dammit, Janey.” Rick was fumbling with the ancient locking system on the car. He got it open and lurched onto the sidewalk.

  “You came,” said Jane. The tears were real. Rick scowled at the rare sight of her emotion. The distaste was obvious, but it also stopped whatever he’d been going to say. She forced a wobbly smile. Sniffed. Wiped her cheeks and eyes. Somewhere inside the real emotion, she managed to look glad to see him. He wrapped an awkward arm around her, using the other to pat her back, and she knew she was h
ome free. Rick never passed on the opportunity to believe the things he wanted to be true. And he clearly had a stake in thinking that she’d left him on a whim and instantly regretted it.

  “What’s that?” He pointed at the plastic grocery bag.

  Jane opened it for him to look inside. “I’m on a diet,” she explained.

  Rick’s posture eased a little more at that. He thought diets were silly and her being silly worked for him. He gave her stomach a quick squeeze.

  “Well, if that ain’t the most goddamn touching thing I’ve ever seen.” Dancer was glaring at them over the shiny roof of his refurbished truck. “Where’s the freak and where’s the goddamn money?”

  “Oh.” Jane gratified the man with her most frightened look, although as usual he barely glanced at her. She turned to Rick, chewing on her lip with eyes set somewhere between hopeful and apologetic. “I took him to Saint Mary’s up in Nordhup. Father Steven had a visitor who promised to take him back to the city with him when he left. I’m sorry.” She crossed her arms around her chest and looked down at the rocky ground. “I wish you wouldn’t kill people,” she said.

  “They aren’t people.” Rick was relieved. Not angry.

  She risked a look into his eyes. “Can we go home?” she said.

  Rick looked at Dancer, who spit on the ground and swung himself back in the driver’s seat.

  “Come on,” Rick said. He flipped the seat up. Jane crawled into the tiny backseat, thankful for the concealing blackness of the dark interior. She leaned against the cool synthetic leather and closed her eyes. An uneasy feeling made her open them again. Dancer’s hard gaze was narrowed at her in the rearview mirror. “Where the fuck is the money?”