by Dinah McLeod
It seemed that during sex, even the Chief of Police would take a gentle, albeit not-so-subtle direction. He thrust two fingers inside her, making her cry out gratefully. Between the heat of his mouth and his fast-moving fingers, she came all over his hands in less than sixty seconds.
“Your turn,” she murmured, her voice husky with desire.
In a move that seemed to have been choreographed for a movie, Binnix scooped her up and rolled over, putting her right on top of him.
Sarai had never been on top before. Peter, her only long-term lover, had never been interested in trying it, and she’d never pushed the issue. She’d thought of it from time to time, but had never brought it up because she knew that she wouldn’t have the faintest clue what to do. But in this moment, she found that she didn’t need an instruction booklet or to ask questions. She was guided by her own need to feel him inside her, fueled by her own desire. Without a moment’s hesitation, she took hold of his hard cock—Jesus, was it a sight to behold! Longer than any other she’d ever seen, and yes, that did include the one she’d glimpsed in a porno, and hard as a rock!—and lifting her hips she slowly slid onto it.
It was pure physics from there, and no one knew their way around physics the way she did.
Their bodies were like magnets from the very beginning. Every time she moved up, his body drew her back down. She rode him, unable to keep the grin off her face. This time, it had to be hard, and fast, because she could feel the tension building in the pit of her stomach, demanding release. But she was already envisioning next time, when she would slow down, savoring every single moment gliding on and off his cock. Oh, yes. There would be a next time.
Binnix seemed to agree. His black eyes were trained on hers and though they seemed like dark, unfathomable pools, she was beginning to learn that he didn’t give that sort of intense focus to just anyone. There were other ways she could tell that he was enjoying himself, too—like the little grunts he made as she moved over him, and the fact that his hands were on her hips, holding her possessively.
Sarai came again, throwing her head back and shrieking with ecstasy. Blood pulsed through her veins like hot lava and every inch of her tingled with the feeling of her release. She didn’t know when she’d ever felt so alive.
“Are you close?” she murmured.
“Not yet, little human.”
She gave him a sleepy smile at the pet name, which she could tell by his warm tone was meant to be an endearment. She’d wondered once whether the Pra’kirian species partook in giving and receiving head. Well, she was about to find out from first-hand exploration.
“What are you doing?” Binnix asked as she moved down his body until she was facing his still quite erect cock.
Without a word in reply, she took him inside her mouth. There was more—much more—than she was going to be able to put in her mouth, but she was determined to give it all she had.
“Sarai? What are you doing to me? Is this some sort of…alien ritual?” For the first time since she’d known him, his voice sounded a bit strangled.
Which, back on Earth would have meant that she was doing her job correctly. She was going to assume by the fact that he wasn’t pulling her off him that at least that was the same on this planet, too.
Taking her time, she began to slide her mouth up and down his shaft. When she could take no more down her throat, she slid back up again. She did this carefully until she got a good sense of what she could handle, and then she began to go faster, taking in a bit more each time.
“Sarai…” He murmured, her name a groan on his lips.
Hearing that only spurred her on, and she went faster, sucking harder. She wanted to taste his come more than she’d ever wanted a piece of chocolate, and she’d never been with any man deserving of such a high compliment before.
“You…you’re bewitching me, I think,” he said, entwining his fingers in her hair. Still, he did not stop her. Instead, he used his hold to encourage her to go faster, one command she didn’t mind following.
And then he came. She could tell he was going to right before it actually happened. His body went stiff and still, and then, with a loud, guttural yell, he exploded inside her mouth. She started at the force of it, but managed to hold herself together and begin swallowing. To her utter shock and amazement, his come tasted sweet. It was sweet and creamy and delicious. When she finally came up for air, she was licking her lips.
“Come here,” he rasped, holding out an arm. “I wish you to lie beside me.”
She obeyed eagerly. As soon as his arms wrapped around her, she felt how exhausted she really was. She was tired, yes, but deeply satisfied. As she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep, she forgot that there’d ever been a plan to get him into bed. All she cared about was staying beside him for as long as he’d let her.
***
“Binnix?” she murmured softly. She’d awoken suddenly, her plan in the front of her mind now that her lust had been sated. She’d sat up, staring into the darkness as her mind whirled with questions about how to go about carrying it out. “Are you awake?”
“I am now. What is it?”
“I was just thinking…well, wondering, actually…I’d love to look at the stars.”
“Look out the window,” he said, somewhat grouchily.
“No. I meant actually look at them. Without the barrier of a pane of glass?”
“Our windows aren’t made of glass.”
Huh. She’d have to ask him about that later, because she didn’t want to get off topic here. “I just meant, why don’t I slip outside and get a good look?”
With something that sounded pretty close to a growl, Binnix pushed himself up to a sitting position. “What’s the sudden interest in the stars?”
“Nothing. I mean, I’ve been reading about them in one of the books you have on astronomy so naturally I became curious…”
“If you get curious about everything you read about in my library, we’re going to be in trouble.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“Well, you know what they say: curiosity killed the one who didn’t know better than to go poking sticks.”
She blinked at him. “I’ve never heard that, actually.”
“That doesn’t make it any less true.”
“I just don’t understand why the need to go outside in the middle of the night when we should be sleeping.”
“I told you.” She tried to keep the exasperation out of her voice. “I’ve been reading about your planet’s stars and I just—”
“Got curious. Yes, I heard.” Seeming wide awake now, Binnix was staring at her with that intense scrutiny that tended to make her blush.
Sarai was doing her best to fend off blushing cheeks and maintain eye contact. It would seem that despite her best efforts, he was becoming suspicious. “If you don’t want to come, that’s fine. I could just slip outside and have a look—”
“No.” He cut her off, his tone brooking no argument.
Not that she was going to let that stop her.
“What do you mean, ‘no’, just like that, no discussion?”
Binnix sighed. “It would seem that we are discussing it right now.”
“Well, why not?” She was quickly becoming agitated and this time, she wasn’t troubling to hide her emotion.
“Because you are my responsibility and I am not going to allow you to wander off.”
“I won’t wander off. I’ll just go have a peek and come right back. I don’t get what the big deal is.”
“The big deal is that while you are under my protection I am not going to risk any harm coming to you.”
“Or me escaping,” she added, her voice terse. Her body was quickly becoming tense and she clung tighter to the blanket she had wrapped around her just to give her nails something to dig into.
“That is correct.”
She scowled at him. “You mean you don’t trust me by now?”
/> “Trust is earned, Sarai. And it will take more than a few short weeks to earn it.”
Her nostrils flared and it was with great self-control that she kept her mouth shut. Fine. He wanted her to earn it? She could make nice for a couple more weeks. She itched to get started immediately, but she had more reading to do, and she needed to begin an outline of what would be required to do that. She could stay busy doing those things while appeasing Binnix and earning his trust at the same time.
“I see. And how long do you think that would take?”
His tone was becoming as clipped as her own. Funny, she’d never heard him sound that way before. Perhaps he was the one assimilating in this regard. “Every charge is different, there is no one answer, but I am thinking about five years.”
Her eyes bugged out as her jaw dropped open. “Five…years?”
“Yes.”
“But…but…that’s too long!”
“Why?” His eyes trapped her own with his impenetrable stare. “What else do you have to do?”
“I just meant that’s too long to wait and look at the stars.”
“Fine. I will take you to look at the stars in one month’s time.”
“That’s…that’s ridiculous!” she exploded. “That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard of! I am perfectly capable of going outside by myself and coming back! I am a grown adult, whatever you people might think!”
“Calm down this instant.”
He no longer sounded terse. He was authoritative and his mouth was frowning. Sarai knew that those weren’t good signs. She was a very intelligent girl, she knew they were, in fact, signs that she should back down, but she couldn’t seem to help herself. “I will calm down when you stop being so damn unreasonable!”
“Sarai, I’m warning you, I will not tolerate any more of this. Take yourself to your room so that you can rethink this behavior.”
It was a clear-cut warning, there was no missing it. And she didn’t miss it so much as she bulldozed over it without giving a damn. “You’re such an ass! I’ve done everything you’ve asked, I’ve stayed locked up in this prison without complaint, and all I’m asking for is to see the fucking stars! And if you weren’t such a controlling, emotionless bastard, then you’d let me! I’ve cooked for you, I’ve had sex with you for God’s sake! What else do I have to do?”
Binnix watched her with a dispassionate expression. He let her finish—indeed, she was out of breath when she finished, and her stomach sank when she realized what she’d said. She’d gone too far. She knew that before he said a word.
And he didn’t so much as speak as he stood up—the sight of him towering over her made her belly flip—and hauled her up over his shoulder. She didn’t have to guess where they were going. He had told her to go to her room. He began to walk in that direction and for every step he took, a hard, measured spank landed on her bare bottom.
She should have stayed still and just taken it. She knew that, but she was so worked up from the unfairness of it all that she ignored everything she knew. Which was why she balled her hands into fists and began to beat them again his back. They bounced off ineffectually, which only infuriated her further. It wasn’t fair that his hand burned her cheeks as though she’d sat on sun baked concrete but she was sure her fists hurt more than his back. Add to it the fact that the swats increased in frequency and strength—probably a direct result of her hitting him in the first place—and she was one very frustrated, sore girl.
When they arrived to her room—he’d landed at least a dozen wallops to her rear by then—she’d expected to be set down. She prayed for it, actually, for all the good it did her. Because what actually happened was that he walked over to the sole chair in the room—she’d brought it in here to sit by the window—and sat in it, splaying her over his knees.
“Stop it!”
“You should know better than to yell at me by now,” he replied, his voice calm despite the fact that he maintained a steady tattoo on her bottom. “The fact that you do not shows that I’ve clearly been lacking when it comes to the discipline I administer.”
Oh, no, no, he was far from lacking in that area—or any other for that matter. But she was too angry to tell him so just now.
He, apparently, was pretty upset himself, at least judging by the no-hold-barred swats that he was delivering to her rapidly heating ass.
“This is ridiculous!” she screamed at him, kicking her legs.
“I agree. It is.” Smack, smack, smack.
“I meant you treating me…like a child!” She twisted for all that she was worth.
“I meant your behavior.”
“Binnix! Stop it! Put me down!”
But he didn’t respond—at least not verbally. The only answer that she received was hard-handed slaps that were quickly bringing her to tears. She was so frustrated, so very angry. This was all so unfair. Here she was, trapped on a foreign planet, in a foreign house, and she couldn’t even go outside! It was preposterous!
She was doing her best to blink back the tears, biting down on her lip to keep from crying out. She’d just about had all she could take when suddenly, just like that, he stopped.
One look at him showed that he was not his usual stoic self, either. In fact, he looked quite angry. She found that even more alarming that his normal creepy calm.
“Go to the wall,” he instructed.
It was on the tip of her tongue to tell him to go fuck himself, but she knew that if she opened her mouth there was a fifty-fifty chance that the first word out of it might be “ow!” Not willing to risk giving him that satisfaction, she stomped over to the wall. She faced it, remembering one of the few times her mother had stuck her nose in the corner for punishment. She was only standing there for a minute, maybe less, when she heard him speak again.
“Turn around,” he ordered.
Surprised, she turned to face him. She couldn’t help but wonder what the point of this exercise was.
And then she saw it: the thin rod he called a flogger. Her eyes were drawn to it immediately, and upon seeing the familiar sinister glint of light, a shiver ran through her entire body.
“I’m sorry,” she said at once, forgetting her anger for the moment. “I shouldn’t have yelled.”
“No, you certainly shouldn’t have,” he agreed.
“I shouldn’t have called you names, or hit you, or…”
“Thrown a tantrum,” he added drily.
She swallowed hard. “Yes. I shouldn’t have done any of those things.”
“I’m glad we’re in agreement.”
“Binnix…please…I really am sorry.”
“You’re not sorry for what you did.” As he spoke, he flicked the rod back and forth. The sound of it slicing through the air made her heart squeeze in fear of what was to come. “You are only sorry that you are being punished for it.”
She took it by his tone that that wasn’t good enough. “I was a brat. Please, forgive me.”
“I will, if you ask me again after your whipping.”
A sob lodged in her throat. She couldn’t believe that this was happening—not again. She should have learned her lesson the first time. Why didn’t she trouble to remember that he had these instruments of torture available to him?
But on the other hand, had she really acted so badly? She had, of course, but in the context of being kept a prisoner against her will, not even allowed to go outside, wasn’t her reaction warranted?
As he took a step toward her, she unconsciously stepped back until her bottom pressed against the wall. She was relieved to have it hidden from view, even though she knew that he could yank her into the position he desired with no trouble.
“It is not your backside I’m interested in, Sarai.”
“What?”
“Take a step forward, please.”
Trying to puzzle out his meaning, she did so.
“Lift your arms over your head.”
Hesita
ntly, she did so. Binnix strode toward her and before she could put them back down again, he’d caught her by her wrists, pulled a cord of rope out of his pocket and tied her wrists together.
“Keep them like that—over your head. Don’t drop them no matter how badly you want to. Understand?”
She nodded, even though she didn’t understand at all. She had no idea what he meant to do to her. The only thing that she was sure of was that she didn’t want to find out.
Not that it mattered what she wanted. She could tell by the immovable expression on his face—if she hadn’t learned during the time that she’d lived with him already—that no amount of pleading on her part was going to help her.
He began by sliding the thin rod over her breasts ever so slowly. Her breath came in quick, apprehensive huffs as she waited, but as time ticked by without anything happening beyond her nipples being stimulated to the point of becoming hardened pebbles, she relaxed.
She should have known better. Because the moment that her shoulders loosened, that was when he struck with the slightest flick of his wrist. A line of fire raged around her poor nipple, making the first of the tears begin to trickle down her cheek. But the burning quickly turned into throbbing that felt an awful lot like arousal.
While she was mulling over this curious development, the other nipple began to be stimulated by the flogger. She trained her eyes on it, knowing what was coming and yet, powerless to stop her body from responding to the gentle stimulation. The moment that her nipple hardened was the moment that he struck with the same amount of strength and precision. She felt it all the way down to her pussy.
Her sex pulsed hotter than ever before, which frustrated her all the more. Here he was, punishing her in a manner that she found almost barbaric and her stupid body liked it. Damn him!