by Dinah McLeod
The next assault on her tender nipple wrenched a moan of protest from her lips. She just couldn’t understand why the punishing sting that made her cry also made her pussy weep. What was more, she could see by the way that Binnix was watching her that he knew it. She was so furious at him that she would have gone back to yelling at him, if he wasn’t holding the flogger. The sight of it, not to mention the memory of what it had down to her tender orbs, ensured that her tongue stayed motionless in her mouth.
When the flogger struck again, she gasped. The fire was becoming much more intense.
“Keep your hands up,” he warned.
She didn’t have a chance to answer, because he was flicking her other nipple with the end of the implement. It pulsed with hot pain that made her moan, but in only a moment it filled her body with an intense longing that had her pussy dripping. She squeezed her legs together to try and conceal the evidence.
Binnix was delivering his measured taps closer together now with flawless accuracy. He never took his eyes off her face, either, which only added to the desire she felt.
As much as she hated to admit it, as angry as she’d been at him, she still wanted him. Not that it was her fault—how was it possible not to yearn for a man that looked better than any model Calvin Klein had ever hired? She was frustrated at herself for wanting him nonetheless, and furious that her body continued to betray her.
Another stinging flick from the flogger had her crying out. The burning sensation engulfed her poor nipple and spread to the rest of her breast. But no sooner had it then her sex clenched as a wave of need crashed over her. Damn, this was so confusing. She wasn’t sure if she was being punished or if this was some sort of alien foreplay. And her body wanted desperately to know which.
“You took that very well.”
She found herself feeling oddly conflicted when he set the flogger down.
“You can lie down now. Good night.”
“What?” she asked before she could stop herself. “That’s…that’s it?”
“Yes. We are done.”
“But…what about my hands?”
“You can put your arms down.”
Gee, thanks. “I mean, aren’t you going to untie them?”
“No, I am not. Sleep well.”
Her mouth dropped open in shock but she couldn’t think of anything to say as she watched his retreating back. In moments, he was gone, and she was left alone with a throbbing pussy and without a way to do a damn thing about it.
Suddenly, it hit her: that had probably been his intention all along. She’d never thought she’d miss being spanked, but at least that hadn’t ended with her hands bound.
Though she laid down on the pallet, her throbbing sex kept her from being able to drift off to sleep. In fact, she was wide awake and left alone with only her own thoughts for company, which was far from pleasant. All she could think about was Binnix.
And yes, while her aching nipples and slick thighs had something to do with that, that wasn’t the only reason. The truth was, practically without realizing it, she’d come to care about him. She wasn’t sure when, exactly, that had happened, but it had. She felt badly for yelling at him. She felt even worse for hitting him, despite the fact that it hadn’t seemed to bother him much.
What was wrong with her? He was the enemy! He was keeping her here against her will! She couldn’t even go outside! He was exactly who she was trying to get away from! And the sooner she remembered that, the quicker she got her traitorous pussy in line, the better off she’d be.
Chapter 7
“Good morning,” Binnix greeted her as she walked into the kitchen.
Having her wrists bound prevented her from getting dressed, so Sarai was still naked as she walked into the kitchen and feeling quite self-conscious about it in the morning light. “Good morning,” she responded, her voice both respectful and subdued.
Binnix gestured to her wrists and she gratefully held them out toward him. “How did you sleep?”
“Not well,” she admitted.
“Perhaps you can take a nap this afternoon,” he suggested as he untied her.
Her right hand went to her left wrist and she began to rub it. “Maybe. I was going to do some more reading today.”
“Sit and have some breakfast.”
She gratefully sank to a sitting position, still rubbing her wrist.
“Sarai…”
She looked up and saw that Binnix’s expression was thoughtful. “Yes?”
“I’ve been thinking. I would be happy to take you out to see the stars tonight.”
“I…really?”
He smiled slightly. “Yes, really. I don’t want you to get the wrong idea—I am not rewarding you for bad behavior, and you certainly were out of line to act the way you did last night—”
“I was,” she agreed, and not just because he was giving her what she wanted. She’d had plenty of time to think about just how wrong she’d been, and in how many ways, as she’d tossed and turned last night. “And I’m sorry. I never should have been so disrespectful to you, especially after how graciously you’ve been toward me, having me in your house, feeding me…”
“Thank you for saying that.”
“I mean it. And I really am sorry. I hope you can accept my apology.”
“I do.”
They smiled across the table at each other for a moment—her pussy was beginning to throb again at the sight of his rare toothy grin. Thank God she’d have the ability to take care of that after he left for work—and then both went about eating their breakfast. Sarai could hardly believe it! Not only was he not mad at her anymore, he was going to take her outside! At the moment, she couldn’t say which of those she was happiest about.
***
As soon as Binnix had left for work, Sarai had raced upstairs. Her feet felt like they were flying, and it wasn’t just because she was eager to return to the journal she’d hidden. It was because, for better or worse, she was beginning to feel something spring up between her and Binnix that felt a lot like love.
Perhaps that was stretching it a bit. Maybe it was merely a mutual respect. Except that she didn’t think that she’d typically respect someone who had struck her with his hand, much less an instrument. An image of Peter holding the flogger sprung into her mind’s eye. It was so laughably ridiculous that she did indeed giggle. She would never have let him strike her with it even on the best day of their relationship. In fact, she could she herself—face full of oh, hell no! as she marched toward him and snatched it from his hands. She’d probably have given him a good whack with it before breaking it in two if he’d ever dared suggest using it.
And yet, for Binnix she submitted. And more than that, she enjoyed it. Hell, part of her was enjoying just thinking about it. The argument could be made that she couldn’t stop him if she wanted to, and that was true, but she didn’t have to like it.
Besides, he liked her too. She knew he did. If he didn’t, there was no way that he would have agreed to take her outside. She’d already seen clearly that his species didn’t operate out of any sense of obligation to the feelings of others. Binnix had told her plainly that he would care for her immediate needs and nothing else, so him giving in to her had to mean that he’d come to care about her.
As it usually went with new relationships, she felt a thrill shoot through her at the thought of seeing him later. Her face muscles hurt because she couldn’t stop smiling. She pulled the journal out from the corner she’d wedged it into and stroked the cover fondly, feeling that much closer to him. Maybe one day—maybe even tonight, if things were going well—she’d tell him how she’d discovered it, and she’d share that they had more in common than he might think.
She picked up right where she left off and began to see mathematic formulas fill the pages. They were with values that she couldn’t understand, but each page was labeled at the top. It looked like Binnix had been calculating the distance between his and the closes
t planet, which he called Nebulan. He wrote in the margins: I wish we could know the conditions on Nebulan. If there were a way, a journey to the planet might be possible.
Sarai couldn’t believe it! How was it that he was interested—or had been, at least—in exploring other planets and he hadn’t mentioned it? You would have thought given how she’d come to be here that he would have mentioned it!
She couldn’t put the book down. Though it contained more formulas she couldn’t understand and codes that she couldn’t decipher, she saw it all with awe, feeling like she was closer to him than she ever would have guessed she’d come to be. When she neared the end, she came across a picture that she hadn’t noticed before. It was close to a photograph like the ones she’d taken on Earth, but appeared to have been taken by a lesser quality camera than the ones she was accustomed to. Nonetheless, it was a clear likeness of a much younger-looking Binnix. She was surprised to see that he wasn’t quite as good looking however many years ago it had been taken. He was Brad Pitt pretty in it, yes, but he’d transcended to something even more stunning and sexy. Suddenly, it hit her: maybe the men on this planet became even more attractive as they aged! Okay, she’d just flat-out admit it: they were superior to the men she knew. Not that she’d ever tell Binnix that!
He wasn’t alone in the picture, either. He had his arm around a girl that was quite stunning herself. She was nearly as tall as Binnix was, with clear, smooth skin, the same black eyes, the blond hair, and a perfect smile. Her hair framed her face just so, and the picture, though grainy, still depicted a hot feminine bod. And he looked completely smitten with her.
It was just a photograph, and one that had been taken at least five years ago. The woman in it, whoever she was, clearly wasn’t in his life anymore. But that knowledge didn’t stop her from feeling a stab of jealousy.
Suddenly, it hit her: what was she doing? She couldn’t fall in love with an alien! Especially one that she was plotting and scheming to leave! She just hadn’t been thinking straight—which was a foreign thing for her. This whole thing was foreign, which was another reason she just needed to keep her emotions out of all of this and think sensibly about the future. And there just wasn’t one, not with Binnix, anyway.
Still, knowing that intellectually didn’t mean that it didn’t hurt.
***
“They’re just stars,” Binnix told her, watching as she practically lapped up the food he’d brought home. He’d decided on a whim to surprise her with a professionally prepared meal from his favorite chef. She clearly did not understand that one ate such a meal slowly, savoring the delicate flavors of fine meat. Instead, she’d taken to it like a starving, wild animal. “Did you forget to eat lunch today?”
She finally looked up from her plate, her cheeks turning pink the way that he liked. Seeing those pink cheeks made him think of another set, which instantly aroused him. “I got a bit caught up with my reading, I’m afraid.”
He frowned at her. “I don’t mind you reading, but if it continues to interfere with your remembering to nourish yourself, then I’m afraid I will have to forbid it.”
Sarai’s mouth opened and he assumed that she had a rebuttal, but she ended up closing it without saying one and nodding instead. “Yes, Sir.”
He couldn’t help but be surprised by the unexpected show of acquiescence. If she’d ever called him “Sir” before, he couldn’t remember it. His cock, semi-aroused before, became a full, raging hard-on. “Say it again.”
Her pink cheeks went brighter, but she dutifully murmured, “Yes, Sir.”
By the gods of Na, she was a stunning creature. He longed to shove his hard cock down that tight little throat of hers—she’d seemed to like taking it into her mouth. He wondered how she’d feel if he ordered her to her knees and took it out right then and there, before she’d even finished her dinner.
“Thank you for agreeing to take me,” she said.
His mind’s eye was still filled with the alluring picture of her on her knees before him, her cheeks bulging with the effort of taking all of him inside her mouth. “I just don’t want you to be disappointed. I don’t know what you’re expecting, but I’m sure that they can’t be all that different from your own stars.”
“Maybe not, but I want to see them just the same. Surely you of all people can understand that.”
Surely him? Why would she think that? “I don’t take your meaning.”
“Never mind. I just want to finish dinner so that we can get going.”
“There’s no need to hurry. The stars won’t be out for another hour at least.”
Sarai’s mouth turned down into a pout that he found adorable and alluring all at once. “Well, it’s not going to take us an hour to eat.”
He’d opened his mouth to say that it could, if she enjoyed the dishes as they were meant to be relished when she finished her thought.
“I have an idea for what we could do in the meantime.” When she stood and unbuttoned her tunic, letting it drop to the floor, he suddenly discovered that he wasn’t as interested in the food as he’d first thought.
“It’s a little chilly,” she admitted, her red hair cascading down her back and partially covering her left breast.
His cock throbbed as his hand itched to grab her by that hair and use it as a leash to bend her over the table with. Not one to deny his own desires, especially when they got undressed in front of him, he did just that. Not that Sarai seemed to mind as he twined his fingers in her tresses. He used his grip to pull her head back and was gratified to see her glowing up at him. She looked positively radiant.
“You are cold,” he noted, tracing the little goose bumps over her areola with the tip of his finger. “I can think of one way to help with that.” He pulled her to the table, threw his arm across it to clear the padded tablecloth and dishes in one long sweep, and laid her across it.
“Ooh! It’s warm!” she said in a voice of elated surprise.
“Of course. You hadn’t noticed that the food doesn’t ever get cold?”
“Well…” She was blushing again, much to his delight. “I suppose I ate it too quickly to notice.”
“That’s quite the compliment. Might I pay you one?”
“Please.”
“You have extraordinary breasts. Perhaps the best I’ve seen.” He’d expected her to look pleased, but instead she winced. “What? Did I say something wrong?”
“Well…it’s just that on my planet being complimented on your boobs isn’t really the highest form of flattery.”
“I didn’t call you a boob. I was talking about your breasts.”
Sarai uttered a little giggle that made his cock twitch. “Sorry—on Earth, that’s the same thing.”
“Hmm. Men on your planet do not talk about the female breasts?” The more she spoke of it, the more convinced he was that to live there would be worse than an eternity without fresh meat.
“They do. Just not usually to the women they’re trying to woo.”
His brow furrowed.
“Impress,” she added before he could ask.
“Ah. I see. But I don’t need to impress you, Sarai. I can simply take what I want.” And to prove it, he bent his head and seized her exposed neck with his teeth.
Sarai gasped but arched her back, pushing it toward him. “Is that so?” she asked, her voice throaty.
She was quivering beneath him and the scent of her longing was undeniable. Knowing that she was enjoying his rougher play only encouraged him further and though he’d been quite gentle with her up until now, allowing for her alien fragility, he wanted to fully unleash his passion for her.
So he took her, just as he’d told her he could. He removed his fingers from her pussy, whisked his pants down in a matter of seconds, and plunged his cock into her sopping sex without warning.
Her eyes widened and a cry spilled from her lips.
He seized her lips next, so that any further moans would fill his mouth. He
wanted nothing more than to taste the sweetness of her surrender. With one hand, he captured her wrists and clasped them together. With the other, he yanked on the tresses he still held, forcing her head back. All the while he thrust in and out of her tight, wet pussy. The kiss deepened, as did his own need. The first coupling was always special, but this was not their first and he was beginning to wonder if he would ever stop longing for the taste of her sweet skin, the feel of her soft, pliable lips.
His balls tightened with urgency and he spurred himself on, thrusting faster and deeper, blind to everything but the submissive temptress that lay so willingly helpless beneath him. When he came, it was with a shout of triumph loud enough to shake the rafters. Sarai cried out at the same time, her throaty mewl joining his own exclamation. He would have happily taken her again, then and there, but he could tell from the look on her face that she was spent—for now. Perhaps later tonight he could answer the call of his need that, when it came to this female, seemed to only increase with each and every mating.
“So,” she smiled sleepily up at him. “How about those stars?”
***
“I am going to have some clothes made for you,” Binnix informed her as he fussed with the blue cloth sack she’d left the prison with. “This is not warm enough and you’re much too small for anything of mine. You’d get lost under one of my coats.”
Sarai couldn’t help but feel a twinge of guilt at the thought of him going to the trouble and expense on her behalf. More and more, she found herself wanting to admit to him what she was doing. She knew that he would be angry, but it would at least relieve her of the pit in her tummy. Besides…didn’t she owe him that much? She was coming to care for him more deeply than she’d ever imagined possible and she didn’t want to hurt him.
It was inevitable, though. Both of them would be. For a moment, she couldn’t help but wish that he’d stayed the formidable ass that had dared to spank her. That would make what she had to do so much easier.
“Sarai?”