Then Kest is kissing me, his soft lips pressed hard to mine. He grabs my sides in his powerful hands, lifting me in the air so our heads are level. Despite the discipline he’s doled out, I feel safe in his iron grip, and hungry for his affection, wrapping my arms and legs around his body. His breath doesn’t taste like any flavor I know, but it is cool and minty in a pleasant, soothing way. My insides practically melt as I kiss him back, so hot for him I feel high, like I’m swimming in his heat. I feel in the intensity of his kiss a well of unrequited desire and a palpable relief.
He’s lonely, I realize. How long has it been since he’s had a mate? An alien living on Earth; who knows how long it’s been since he’s found someone.
Rigid and thick, his cock presses against my skin, throbbing for a chance to penetrate, but Kest seems in no hurry. He nibbles at my earlobe, sucking it between his lips before planting a trail of kisses down my neck.
He thumbs my nipples, feeling their hardness. He lifts me higher to kiss each breast, sucking on them until my body quakes, desperate to come. When I grab onto his shoulders, he lets go and spanks my ass, the mild pain keeping me on the edge of bliss. Everything he does with his hands and tongue turns me to putty, hungering for more.
“Tell me you want my cock,” he whispers in my ear.
I shudder, too enraptured to think. The telerings around my wrists haul upward, suspending my hands in the air and making it easy for Kest to keep spanking me. It doesn’t even feel as though I’m being punished this time; the slaps only add to my bliss, making every other sensation even sharper. Every touch of his lips or sight of his cock adds to my need.
“Say it, pet.”
“I want… your cock,” I mumble, pussy clenching in anticipation.
“Louder,” Kest commands, tracing a single finger over my sopping lips.
“I want your cock.”
“Sir.”
“I want your cock, sir!” I scream, twisting against my bonds, unable to stand the teasing. “Please, sir! I want your cock!”
Kest smiles, and then I feel his rock-hard rod stretching my taut inner walls. It’s impossibly thick and long, and I groan from somewhere deep in my chest. Hanging by my arms before him, I look down to see the ripples in his muscular chest. Kest lifts me by my thighs, and the telerings around my ankles rise and spread apart, opening me up to him. Kest pants blissfully, watching me closely as he drives his cock inside, slowly but steadily. Looking into my eyes, he sees the pain in my expression dissolve into pleasure when he bottoms out. He smiles brightly when he recognizes my enjoyment, and I sigh in relief as well, happy to have taken in his rod without suffering. Encouraged by my reaction, he pumps slowly at first, letting me get used to his immense size, but then thrusts like a machine out of control. His rhythm is so fast I scream, swimming in ecstasy.
“Oh God oh God oh God,” I shout.
As he plows me, Kest doesn’t forget the slaps to my ass or the soft bites on my breasts—but when he starts to rub my clit while thrusting even faster, I lose all sense of myself, blitzed by euphoria more intense than any I’ve ever experienced. If not for the telerings holding me aloft, I’d probably collapse. Sweat drips down my body as I come, my own scream echoing in my ears. By the time I’m finished I’ve lost my voice, throat raw.
Kest’s seed drips from my pussy, and he groans happily. “You enjoy that, pet?” he asks.
I nod, trying to gather myself enough to respond. “Yes… sir.”
“Good. I did too.” He puts his cock back in his suit and zips up. “I wasn’t sure about you before, but I am now, Haley.” He kisses my forehead and pulls me tight against him. “From here on in, you belong to me.”
Chapter Five
Kest gives me a few hours to rest after releasing all the telerings. The surface of the table softens underneath me as if by magic, allowing me to curl up into a ball and sleep. Cool air currents circle around me, wicking away my sweat. By the time I wake up, I feel as clean as if I’d just showered. The wonders of his technology never cease to amaze me.
Even the processed bar of food that Kest serves me from the ship’s pantry is delicious. Kest chews it slowly, like he’s barely forcing it down.
“You don’t like it?” I ask, biting off another piece.
“Nonperishable ration bar? No, this is barely edible crap.”
I shrug, swallowing. “I like it.” Admittedly, I’d been really hungry, but I still think it tastes pretty good.
“Try it again after eating something real,” says Kest. “Your underdeveloped human senses are about to have their standards raised quite a bit.”
That doesn’t sound so bad, but for now, I’m still hungry.
“Can I have another bar?”
Kest laughs, rolling his eyes. “Knock yourself out, pet.”
By the time we arrive at our destination, I’ve been on board Kest’s ship about a day. It feels like a lot longer since we left, but I guess that’s what happens when every second brings some new discovery, adventure, or terror. My ass still smarts from the caning; I want to be angry at Kest, considering he’ll probably find an excuse to do it again, but I can’t forget the extraordinary pleasure he shared with me after.
If I could just get all that good without all the bad…
A soft tone sounds, alerting Kest that the ship is about to exit its jump. The stars stop streaking by, and a planet emerges in front of us. I jump back, thinking we’re about to crash into it, but when the ship stops, we’re still so far away I can see most of the sphere.
Mouth agape, I stare at the world, which is clearly not Earth, despite the presence of blue oceans, green continents, and white clouds. Landmasses of red, purple, and pink are common too, leaving me in awe of the new world’s beauty.
On the night side of the planet, I see outlines of darkened continents, but no major lights coming from them. Are there no cities on the world? Is it even inhabited? If not, why come here?
Unfortunately, before I finish staring, the ship banks to port, putting the planet out of sight.
“We’re not going there?” I ask, failing to hide the disappointment in my voice.
“Not today. We have to make a stop first,” says Kest, pointing at some kind of massive structure straight ahead.
Composed of a sphere of concentric rings and a central orb connected by dozens of spokes, it glows brightly against the backdrop of stars. “Is that a ship?” It looks too… majestic for a spacecraft.
“Space station,” says Kest. “It’s a major transit hub, and my people’s seat of government. It’s called the Dominus.”
I continue staring, jaw dropped, right up until the ship docks at the breathtaking station. It’s hard to believe something this awesome could have been built, even by a race as advanced as Kest’s. It shouldn’t be possible, yet when our ship enters a small receiving bay, the people I see out the window are going about as though this is business as usual.
And the people—good lord—are all as immaculately sculpted as Kest.
Maybe space isn’t so bad.
Man or woman, they’re all beautiful, tall, and healthy. Most notably, though, is the pigmentation of their skin: each of them appears to shine with some kind of colorful glow. Silvery, coppery, gold are just the start: some have a mild blue tint, or a lavender—they all give off a slight aura. Were they to land on Earth and present themselves as benevolent, one could be forgiven for thinking they’re gods.
Despite how I left Earth, there’s a part of me that’s not at all sorry to be here now.
“Wait. Why is the government on the space station instead of the planet?” I ask.
Kest grins. “I think the best way to answer that question is to show you the planet. You’ll see it later, pet.”
“Is the planet where your species is from? Is it a holy site, or something?”
“No,” he laughs. “Nothing like that.”
A soft tone sounds; Kest turns to the console and speaks into it in his language.
“
What was that?”
“I asked them to refuel and resupply my ship,” Kest explains. “I’ve been living out of this thing for some time.”
Living out of it? Maybe there’s a part to the ship I haven’t seen, but otherwise my midtown Manhattan apartment was bigger. Why would he live on his ship?
“Is that why we’re here? For gas?”
Kest shakes his head. “No, we’ll be here a little while. Haley, I understand you’ve got a lot of questions, that everything you’re seeing is new and different, and maybe a little scary. I promise, I’ll tell you everything you need to know. And I won’t let anything bad happen to you.”
I stare into Kest’s eyes, looking for a sign of guilt or deception, but finding only honesty. That is, if what I see can be believed. He pulls me against his chest, wraps his arms around me, and kisses the top of my head. His heart beats faster as I lean into his body, and I realize my heart is racing too.
“I’m not scared,” I say.
Kest chuckles and gives me a gentle squeeze. “No, I guess not. You’re pretty resilient, for a human.”
For a human. It still weirds me out to hear things like that. “Gee, thanks.”
“I mean it. I half-expected you to be catatonic after leaving Earth. I’ve seen it before. When people are launched—literally—into an inconceivable situation, they are often paralyzed by fear. They deny reality, holding fast to hope that this is just a dream from which they can still wake. But not you.”
I smile, even though there is a part of me still half-hoping that I’m either asleep or in a mental home. Those would be far more likely explanation for what’s happening. Yet, I see the planet and the Dominus; could my imagination have come up with them? I doubt it.
“Thanks,” I say, meaning it this time. “You’re maybe not so bad for someone who kidnaps people, punishes them, and drags them across the galaxy.”
Kest lets me go and slaps my ass soft enough to be playful, but hard enough to still sting. I hiss from the pain and rub at the burn.
“Get dressed,” he says, pointing at my clothes. Neatly folded, they rest on the table where I’d been bound.
My cheeks flush as I realize I’ve been naked this whole time, and surprisingly comfortable with it. Kest turns around to give me privacy as I dress, even though it seems a little pointless now. Is this normal behavior for him? Has he ever taken a person from their planet before? Or is he just giving me a little shred of dignity back?
“Kest, why have you brought me here?” I ask, buttoning my blouse. Though being fully dressed for the first time in nearly a day is a relief, I don’t feel quite right, as I did a moment ago.
A door to the ship opens with a quiet hiss, beckoning.
Strong hands grip my shoulders. As I watch, a long metallic strand rises from the cabinet with the telerings. Like a silvery snake in a pond, it floats toward me until it’s inches away.
“What is that?” I ask, trying to step back, but Kest holds me steady.
“Relax, pet,” he says.
The snake comes a little closer, meeting the telering around my neck. With a little click, they connect; as soon as they do, the snake seems to lose its power, falling like a string in front of my chest.
Kest lets go of my shoulders, but grabs the snake. He tugs softly, forcing me to inch forward.
Holy shit, it’s a leash!
The idea sends shivers through my body. It’s humiliating, yet my pussy throbs; a wet warmth dampens my panties, and I’m sure it won’t be long before they feel soaked through.
“You asked why you’re here, Haley,” says Kest. “Come with me. You’re about to find out.”
Chapter Six
Kest and I walk down the ramp, him leading the way while holding onto my leash. As we descend, I turn back to look at the ship I’ve spent more than a day traveling within. I never got to see it back on Earth, and now I can’t say I’m too impressed. Though bigger than I would have guessed, it seems very plain and utilitarian; like a gray brick with rounded edges, it doesn’t even have wings. Yet, I suppose with their level of technology, they don’t even need them.
I’m brought back into the moment by the telerings around my wrists, which pull suddenly, forcing my hands together behind me.
“Is that really necessary?” I ask.
Kest turns to give me a quick look that’s half-apology, half-leer. “For the sake of your presentation, it is. And also, I enjoy it.”
“Asshole,” I mutter, though my pussy clenches hungrily.
As we walk, I notice that some of Kest’s people watch as we go by, but some don’t seem to care. Those who do are definitely paying more attention to me than him, but then I suppose they see more humans than… than…
“Kest, what are your people called?” I ask.
“Dominars.”
I snort. “Seriously?”
“Yes,” he says, giving my leash a slight yank. “We’re the masters of the galaxy. We call ourselves whatever we wish.”
“But who decided you’re the masters of the galaxy?” He can pull my leash all he wants, I’m not letting this go.
“Time did,” Kest snaps. “Thousands of civilizations have risen and fallen. We’re the ones who remain, and who have emerged victorious from countless conflicts.” He speaks with pride in his voice, as if he’s been party to the whole of this illustrious history.
Maybe he has: the further we go into the space station, the more people nod at Kest and offer short greetings. I try to slow down, to look at everyone and everything around me, but if I delay too much I get another tug.
“Are we in some kind of hurry?” I ask, not disguising my annoyance.
He might be used to visiting an alien space station, but there’s so much I want to see! The main corridor is wide and beautiful, with intricate, sculpted stone and metal surfaces. Massive windows give views into other docking bays, where dozens of incredible, unique ships are parked. I smirk, noting that they all look a lot nicer than Kest’s. I wonder why that is, but don’t ask.
“We’re expected,” Kest replies at last. “As a matter of fact…”
He turns toward an alien woman heading straight for us. Strikingly beautiful, she stands a foot taller than me, with long blonde hair that shines brilliantly against her pale blue skin. Kest grins as she gets close, and she returns the smile, showing perfect white teeth. She’s dressed in a form-fitting gray singlet with a thick navy stripe across the waist; it hugs her ample chest and thin figure, accentuating just how perfect she appears. My fists clench behind my back, and my lips tighten in a grimace.
Kest and the woman speed up their pace, dragging me along until they’re close enough to embrace. They speak in his language quickly, laughing as they pat each other’s backs and then break off. I’ve got a lot of questions, and an anger I refuse to admit is jealousy, so I stay quiet until they finish.
Kest turns toward me, says something to the woman, then the two of them press their index fingers together. After a moment, she breaks off the touch. “Does this sound right?” she says in English. “A little clunky, but it’s pretty.”
“Yeah, definitely complicated,” Kest agrees. “And it’s still changing. You know how it is with young races.”
“Right right,” she says. Turning to me, she adds, “Hi, Haley, I’m Briette.”
“Nice to meet you,” I reply, trying not to sound too icy.
“Briette is a childhood friend of mine,” Kest explains. “We go back a long ways.”
She smirks. “A very long ways.”
“Oh,” I say, feeling better. I even laugh, finding it difficult to imagine Kest as a child.
“Were you envious, pet?” Kest taunts, bringing a fresh rush of blood to my cheeks. “You have nothing to worry about. Briette may as well be my sister.”
“It’s true,” she adds. “Plus, I only consort with warriors.”
My eyes widen in shock; Kest is a solid block of muscle! “You’re not a warrior?”
He shakes his head.
“I was, a long time ago. Now I’m an agent, though I think of myself more as a scout.”
A scout?
I laugh, picturing him in a Boy Scout uniform, with patches, neckerchief, and all.
“Why a scout?” I ask, not hiding the amusement from my voice.
Kest pulls the leash, forcing me close enough to spank my bottom. He gives each cheek a pair of slaps, alternating between the two. Even through my skirt, which is far more smooth than his hands, the spanking hurts. I yelp, straining against the leash, but I cannot escape. I try to hide my embarrassment, shocked at being treated this way right in front of another person. Briette, to her credit, turns away, though her expression is one of amusement more than sympathy.
“As you’re going to find out, my work is a higher calling than prancing around in battle armor and shooting blanks at holograms,” says Kest.
Briette snorts. “Don’t be petty. You know better.”
He sighs. “Yeah, yeah, I know.”
She shakes her head, then straightens up and dons a more official expression. “So, what brings you back from your mission so soon? You weren’t expected for another hundred years.”
A hundred years? How old is he? And how long has he been gone?
“My findings are dire,” he says. “I thought it best to alert the Council immediately.”
“I see.”
Though I’m curious about what Kest means, there’s something else I’ve been wondering about. “Briette, how is it you’re speaking English?”
She smiles at me like I’m a clueless child; it would annoy me if I didn’t feel like one.
“When Kest and I pressed our fingers together, we exchanged nanites through the skin. They gave me his knowledge of Earth’s languages.”
“Nanites?”
Briette’s jaw drops a little. “You didn’t tell her?” she asks Kest. “How did you explain everything?”
He shrugs. “I didn’t. I figured it would upset her. Nanotechnology is still a fledgling field back on Earth.”
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