His to Command (Alien Masters Book 1)

by Kallista Dane

  “Thank the gods we did if Earthers have given up fucking each other! How does your species survive?”

  “Children are genetically designed and incubated in safe, sterile labs. Then they’re raised for two years by trained nursemaids before joining the families that ordered them.”

  “And this ‘virtual intercourse’ you say you’ve experienced—this happened with a machine?”

  She nodded. “On Earth we’ve learned to regulate and control our base, animalistic needs. We satisfy physical desires through regularly scheduled sessions with a holographic partner, one we design to fit our personal preferences. He or she is programmed to provide complete fulfillment each time, without the messy emotional entanglements that arise from intimate human relationships.”

  For the first time since she’d begun, Kaden looked interested. “What does your holographic lover do to you to provide this ‘complete fulfillment’?”

  AJ spoke as though reading from a scientific manual. “He stimulates my core of pleasure through evenly spaced, rhythmic electrical impulses while a penis-shaped probe of the length and girth necessary to maximize my physical gratification simulates the act of intercourse. The session is timed based on my response pattern graph.”

  “How long?”

  AJ blushed again. “It’s rather lengthy. Approximately three and a half minutes from start to finish.”

  “I meant how long is this mechanical prick?”

  She kept her head down but couldn’t keep her eyes from wandering to his groin, where a massive erection stood out.

  “Not as long as…I mean…it’s about half the size…” she stammered, before her voice died away completely.

  Kaden threw back his head and laughed.

  AJ bristled at that. “You may mock me. But I assure you, it was sufficient to bring me to a satisfying climax every time.”

  “Does your holographic lover give you multiple orgasms and make you scream louder with each one?”

  “That’s not necessary. The quest for multiple orgasm is another of those old fashioned time-consuming distractions from our duties. I find that a single climax fulfills my physical needs for approximately three weeks.”

  “And what of your emotional needs? What of gazing into the eyes of your soul mate and being overcome with the desire to love and be loved, to touch and be touched, to taste… and be tasted? You especially seemed to enjoy being tasted a few minutes ago.” His voice lowered, roughened. “And I enjoyed the taste of you.”

  A piercing bolt of lust shot through her. AJ shivered. He spoke the truth. She’d never felt anything like what he’d done to her with his lips and his tongue. It was base and raw and primitive—awakening a hunger she’d never known before, a hunger he’d satisfied with a shattering climax, stronger than any she’d ever experienced with her machines.

  “On Earth, our species has evolved to a higher plane of existence,” she replied primly. “Such needs have faded in importance.”

  “Then I thank all the gods yet again that my people left Earth long ago.” He stretched out a hand, running his palm slowly up and down the back of her calf. “But do you never awaken in the middle of the night and ache to be held, to be caressed, to hear whispers of all the wicked things that your beloved would have you do?”

  Her skin tingled where his palm flowed back and forth. He slid his hand farther, lingering on the crease behind her knees, tracing circles there with a fingertip. AJ drew in a sharp breath. She’d never had anyone touch her this way, the lightest of touches to such an innocent spot. Yet he made her pulse race. Indecent images filled her mind. Images of him between her legs once again, using his fingers, his tongue. His thick, hard member.

  “I promise I will stop if you ask me to,” he said, running his hand farther up her thigh. “But tonight I am your Master and you are mine until dawn. I intend to introduce you to my world—a world of pleasure such as you have never known. You are forbidden to stop me unless what I do causes you pain. A little anxiety is normal, even a little fear the first time. But you will do everything you are told to do tonight—and in return, I will keep your secret.”

  Chapter Five

  AJ couldn’t speak. She was trembling from a mixture of apprehension and desperate arousal.

  “Say it. Say you agree.”

  She nodded her head. “I agree.”

  “Good. Stand up and take off that gown. And get rid of those ridiculous shoes. Then get back up on the pillows. This time, lie on your stomach.”

  She kept her head down as she stripped off the gown. He’d already seen her unclothed body. Every man in town had. But she felt more vulnerable now, more naked, when it was just the two of them. Alone.

  She unstrapped the sandals and crawled to the center of the bed, arranging herself on top of the pillows. Lying there with her bare bottom raised in the air, her face buried in the bed, she imagined how she must look right now. Shame poured over her.

  “Tuck your knees up and spread your legs apart.”

  Stomach churning, she did as she was told. The hated device inside her back hole shifted. It pressed against her inner walls in a new spot, setting off another wave of intense sensations. Her bottom still ached and burned from her punishment in the square. She nearly cried, overwhelmed by sensory overload.

  AJ gasped as his hand began stroking her lower cheeks. But his touch seemed to calm the burning, ease the pain. When she felt his tongue tracing circles around her stinging bottom, she started to squirm. He reached out and grabbed both her wrists in one huge hand, pinning them to the bed in front of her head. Then he licked her again, this time running his tongue down the crack between her cheeks. He took hold of the device by its base and started moving it in her, slowly, gently, all the while keeping up the soothing attention from his tongue to her bruised, aching bottom.

  She was gasping by the time he stopped.

  Rolling her over, he laid her flat on the bed, face up this time. She squeezed her eyes shut, as though he’d disappear if she couldn’t see him. Still gripping both her wrists in one hand, he began stroking her arms with the other, using the same feather-light touch. She sighed and allowed her body to relax a little.

  Kaden brought her hands up, licking and biting gently on her fingertips. When he closed his mouth over one finger and began sucking, sliding it in and out of his hot mouth while his tongue swirled around it, she let out a little moan.

  “Put your hands behind your head and keep them there,” he said.

  She did as she was told, eyes still shut tight. His tongue slid along the inside of her arm, teasing its way to her armpit. His teeth raked the skin there. His lips tickled, soft and moist. She cringed. Then, as a shiver rocked her body, she realized that spot also held a mass of delicate nerve endings. Was there no part of her this man could not turn into an erogenous zone?

  He brought his lips to hers and she tensed. She couldn’t bear another of those kisses. She found joining with another human being in such an intimate way frightening. He must have sensed her reaction because he passed over her lips, kissing her closed eyelids, letting his mouth drift down to nip at the hollow just below her ear.

  Her skin tingled everywhere his lips touched. He backed off, using his hands again, running them down to caress the soft skin of her upper breasts. He cupped one in his hand and stroked his thumb across her nipple. AJ writhed on the bed as he rolled it between his fingers, tweaking it until it hardened into a tight little bud.

  When he bent his head and fastened his mouth over it, lust shot through her like lightning, traveling straight to her core of pleasure. Shocked, she grabbed his head again with both hands. No one had ever touched her breasts this way, sucked her nipple until she ached with a strange need.

  Kaden’s response was as swift as it was shocking. Twisting her body, he delivered four hard smacks to her bottom. AJ couldn’t control her reaction. She howled, squirming desperately to get away.

  “You agreed to do everything you were told. I said put your hands b
ehind your head and keep them there. Didn’t I?”

  She choked back a sob. “Yes.”

  “I also said you were forbidden to stop me unless I did something to cause you physical pain. Taking your nipple into my mouth did not cause you pain, did it?”

  She shook her head.

  “I know those whacks stung. But they were a result of your disobedience. I am your Master tonight. I promised I would not hurt you while we pleasure each other but I will not hesitate to lay you across my lap and spank you thoroughly if you disobey me again. Now—lie back and clasp your hands together behind your head. And do not move unless I tell you to.”

  Shaking, AJ laced her fingers together and put them behind her head. Kaden immediately moved back to her breast. But instead of fastening his lips over it, he ran his tongue across the quivering tip. Arousing her again. Teasing, tantalizing, until she arched her back, offering her nipple to his mouth. Only then did he suck it, sending that same electric current pouring through her, causing her core to spasm and her vaginal canal to grow damp.

  She moaned, tossing her head from side to side, trying desperately to keep from grabbing him again. Her clitoris screamed out to be licked and sucked that way too. He moved his head down and she sighed in relief. But he didn’t put his mouth there. Instead, he began stroking and kissing the insides of her thighs.

  The rough stubble darkening his jaw line inflamed her tender skin as he kissed his way up between her legs. He teased her with his lips and tongue, never touching that throbbing core of pleasure, until she wanted to cry.

  “Please,” she heard herself beg. “Please… do it again. There.”

  He raised his head. “Open your eyes and look at me.”

  Reluctantly, she brought her eyes to meet his.

  “You want me to suck your clit?”

  His words sounded blunt, almost harsh. She nodded, too embarrassed to speak.

  “Say it. Say ‘I want you to suck my clit please, Master.’”

  “I…I can’t.”

  His eyes narrowed. “You know what will happen if you disobey me again.”

  “No, don’t. Please don’t,” she babbled. “I’ll say it. I…I want you to…to suck my clit. Please. Master.” Her voice died off to a faint whisper at the end.

  “Bring your hands down and spread yourself apart for me.”

  Hesitantly she slid her fingers between her legs, brushing aside the dark tendrils of hair, spreading the folds of her vaginal lips and pulling back the hood to uncover the throbbing core of pleasure he called her clit.

  “That’s right. You’ve opened yourself and I can see you. All of you. That’s what I want.” Warm and smooth, his voice poured over her like silk.

  He dipped his head between her legs and inhaled long and deep. “I can smell you. Smell your pussy, getting hot and creamy for me. Now stay like that and let me taste you again.”

  A wave of savage desire tore through her. His tongue flicked over her fingers, as though deliberately reminding her she was choosing to spread herself apart for him. She shivered, filled with a frantic need. But he took his time, running his lips all around, teasing her again. She thrashed under him, pumping her hips up, and heard him laugh. Wicked and low. He grabbed the cheeks of her ass with both hands and took her throbbing core in his mouth.

  AJ cried out. Each time she felt his mouth there, the sensation became more intoxicating. Fire raged. Her vaginal muscles clenched. She wanted…no, she needed. A vicious need. Shame and inhibition disappeared. She spread herself farther, shuddering as the climax swept over her.

  But he didn’t stop. AJ cried out as he kept on sucking. It was too much, too much. She couldn’t take it any longer. She tried to push him away again. His fingers dug into her burning bottom, pinning her in place as he fanned the flame even higher. She couldn’t move, couldn’t get away. He could do whatever he wanted and she was powerless to stop him. That thought sent her over the edge. She came again. Hard. Fast. Whirling through a vortex, screaming all the while.

  * * *

  Kaden slid up to take her in his arms. Her body still shuddered. Intense, powerful spasms rocking her to the core. He kissed her neck, her face, holding her tight.

  His cock was stiff. His balls ached with the need to come. But he moved slowly, easing himself into her dripping slit one millimeter at a time. Her pussy welcomed him. Hot. Wet. Still quivering. Drawing him in farther with each rhythmic pulse.

  Suddenly, she seemed to realize what was happening. She froze, her body rigid in his embrace. Her pussy clenched around his cock like a velvet glove. His self-control snapped. With one powerful lunge, he rammed himself deep inside.

  AJ cried out, the sound torn from deep inside her.

  “Put your arms around me,” he ordered. He stayed where he was, buried inside her, feeling her heart thud against his chest as her arms closed around his back. Still he didn’t move, allowing her to get used to the feel of him, thick and hard inside her. He nuzzled her neck, stroked her cheek. When he felt her body begin to relax again, he began.

  Kaden fucked her slow and deep, pulling out almost all the way before taking her again. She was tight inside, and it was all he could do not to pound into her with every stroke. But he was hard-wired to bring his partner the maximum pleasure before seeing to his own. Soon she was moaning and writhing beneath him, pumping her hips up to meet his.

  Not until then did he pick up the pace. He took her slowly, his own pleasure enhanced by his desire to make this first time special for her. She started panting, uttering sharp cries as he thrust himself into her. Her wild, uninhibited response aroused him even more. He rammed his cock in to the hilt, grinding his hips against her swollen clit. She met his thrusts, pumping her hips up to take him in. He felt her muscles spasm around him, heard her scream. With a groan, he let go, spurting his seed into her.

  Kaden eased out. But when he went to take her in his arms, she turned her back to him. Her body was shaking. He cuddled her from behind, stroking the curve of her hip.

  AJ collapsed, bursting into tears.

  “Ssshh. It’s all right. Everything is all right.” He held her tight, soothing her, murmuring in her ear.

  “It’s not all right! I don’t understand what happened to me!”

  Sobs racked her body. He could barely make out her words.

  “What’s wrong, Tajina?”

  “I’ve never felt anything like that. I…I just disappeared. I was lost, whirling away, out of control. My mind shut down and my body turned into some kind of voracious creature. Savage, crazed. I’m so sorry,” she wailed. “I behaved like an animal.”

  He sighed in relief. Up till now, she’d been so composed. Unfeeling. Cold. This he could deal with. This he was used to. An emotional female, giving way to tears. “No, Tajina. You behaved like a woman. A passionate, sensuous woman, reacting to lovemaking the way a woman is meant to react. The way a man loves to see and hear and feel.”

  “You aren’t disgusted by my actions?”

  “Disgusted? No. I’m delighted. Flattered.” He rubbed up against her ass so she could feel the stirring in his cock. “Aroused.”

  She rolled over to look at him. “I don’t understand these feelings you seem to attach such importance to. Life is so much calmer without constant physical and emotional sensory bombardment.”

  He laughed. “My Tajina. So proper. So rational. I’m going to make it my mission to transform you into the warm, sensuous feline you’re named for.”

  She sniffed. “I’m afraid your mission is doomed. Even if my brain was capable of becoming a mass of messy synapses firing off erratically, my training would simply override that. I have no desire to revert to a more primitive state.”

  Kaden continued stroking her body, nestling up against her warmth as he closed his eyes. He did love a challenge. And getting this stubborn Earth dweller to embrace the passionate woman hidden inside her would be a challenge he’d enjoy taking up while he laid out plans to complete his real mission in Petra.r />
  Chapter Six

  AJ groaned and sat up in bed. She’d been here in the Lyceum for a week now but she still wasn’t used to the grueling schedule. Her days were full. Every morning she labored in the sewing room under the supervision of Hester, one of the Sacred Sisters. She was expected to design and create half a dozen elaborate garments to wear, as well as fashioning beaded headdresses and decorations for her tail.

  Sewing was tedious, boring, repetitive. She found it impossible to concentrate on the task. Hester was practically impossible to please and AJ tore out nearly as many stitches as she put in. At this rate, it would be months before she finished a single gown.

  Figuring out a way to successfully complete her mission was always uppermost in her mind. So far she hadn’t even been able to do any reconnaissance. Harlots were never alone. She slept in a dormitory room with five other Harlots in training. Day and night the Sacred Sisters kept them busy, either taking lessons or acting as their personal maids and servants. She seethed inside, hating the domestic chores. As an Interstellar Commander, she’d been the one in a position of power, giving orders rather than taking them.

  At midday, all six of them ate a simple meal, watched over by Sister Aliya. Afterward, they spent several hours scrubbing and cleaning the Lyceum.

  Every afternoon, all the women attended music classes. The Harlots practiced together for several hours while those in training were forced to play scales over and over, learning the notes and the intricacies of fingering a wide variety of stringed instruments.

  Petrans, it seemed, loved music. Harlots were required to provide entertainment for General Tok at his evening meal, singing and playing for him and his guests. Her fingers, already sore from working sharp needles in and out of seams, refused to fly across the strings, earning her a spanking nearly every day from Miriam, the music teacher.

  Spankings for playing wrong notes, spankings for sloppy stitches, spankings for serving cold tea. Not a day went by that she wasn’t ordered to bend over a handy bench or chair, pull up her gown, and silently submit as one or the other of the Sisters whacked her bottom with a wooden hairbrush.