by Pixie Moon
After I retrieve a pair of pants and put them on to cover up my interest in her, I grunt and then say, “Go ahead and ask me the question that is burning you up.”
Her gaze drops to the tent in my pants and then returns to stare into my eyes. Her cheeks are still bright red but that’s not stopping my little seema from needing to appease her curiosity.
She gestures down toward my crotch. “Are we compatible?” Doubt scents the air now. “I have to admit that I’m not sure about it.”
Anxiety changes her scent. I don’t like it. “We are extremely compatible. Many humans and zaphinians have had sex. We have a few humans working at the club and they are very happy when a zaphinian cock is in them. You’ll see when the time is right,” I reassure her.
A touch of jealousy taints the air around her. I’m surprised by it but not as upset as I should be. We are a sharing race. Until we find our kesdy, that is.
“Do you have sex with them—the humans at the club?” she asks. Curiosity is now mixed with the jealousy coming from her.
“I have.” At her frown my heart speeds up. I have a strange need to pacify her. “But, while you’re my seema you will be the one satisfying my needs.” The scent of relief coming from her makes me happy. When I realize that she’s getting to me, I mentally shake myself.
Her eyes brighten and then she looks around as she clutches the sheet to her chest. “I need to wash my clothes.” Her gaze moves up to mine. “Do you have something I can borrow? You know, a shirt maybe.”
I can’t stop the growl from vibrating my chest. “Today I’ll order you some clothes appropriate for a seema. They’ll come in tomorrow. For today you can walk around naked.”
Her cheeks turn blood red. “I...I can’t do that.” Her body starts to tremble. “I can’t walk around here naked. What if someone sees me? My boobs are too big to set free. I can’t work under these circumstances.” Her voice gets higher with each word she says.
Prel! I can’t stand her being this stressed. I’ll let her off easy for today but when her clothes come in she’s wearing them.
“Your boobs are perfect.” Extremely so. “I’ll let you wear one of my shirts today but don’t get used to it, seema.” I give her a look that says I mean business. “You will wear the clothes I buy you.”
Her green eyes round and she swallows hard as she nods her understanding. I hate being tough on her but she has to know her place in my home. Seemas do not rule warriors.
I go to the closet and get a shirt for her. When I return to the bedroom, I stare her down. “Get up and stand before me, seema,” I order.
Her eyes go wide again and then she nods. “Yes, Din Ryk.” She moves from the bed pulling the sheet with her.
I hide a smile at her shy behavior. “Leave the sheet on the bed.”
She makes a choked sound and then drops the sheet. Keeping her gaze on the floor she walks over to me as though she’s walking to her death. When she stops in front of me, I reach out and touch her shoulder. She jerks and then relaxes when I don’t grope her. “Good, little seema.”
I walk around her gauging her size for the clothes I’m going to buy her. The draw to touch her is driving me mad but I refuse to give in to the unnatural pull. I stop in front of her and fight the urge to weigh her big breasts with my hands. I know from last night that the round globes feel wonder in my palms. I have to push back the memory of her writhing in my arms. Soon enough I’ll be able to take her anytime I want.
When her nervousness taints the air around her, I hand her the shirt. “Slip this on, use the restroom, and then meet me in the kitchen,” I order and then turn and leave the room before I can give in to the urge to toss her onto the bed and make love to her.
In the kitchen I pull out a few foods I know humans like and then plate a small portion of each. Once that’s done I pour us both a glass of stros and settle back and wait for her.
I’m on my second glass of stros when she walks in wearing my shirt. An unwelcome wave of possessiveness washes over me. Don’t let this adorable little seema get to you, I firmly remind myself.
I point at the plate of food on the table. “Sit and eat, seema.”
She nods hesitantly and then smiles at me. A deep dimple appears in her right cheek. Adorable. I’m lucky to have such a sweet seema. I notice that her dark blonde hair is no longer sticking up at all angles. From the looks of it I’m guessing she found my brush. I can’t help but admire her curious nature.
“Thanks for getting me some food. That was nice of you, Din Ryk.” Her gaze drops to the plate and she picks up a cracker. She sniffs it and then takes a bite. She nods as she chews. After she swallows she looks at me and asks, “What is that cracker called? I like how spicy it is.”
I briefly wonder how spicy she’s going to be in bed. After pushing the thought aside, I answer, “It’s a grulet. I put a few crumlets on your plate as well.”
“Those are good too,” she eagerly answers. “I love crackers.”
Her happy scent tells me she’s being truthful. I point at the blue fruit on her plate. “That’s piclot fruit. It’s sweet.” I point at the red fruit. “That’s toclor fruit. It’s sweet and spicy. I’ll order some muffins today so you can try them too.”
I take a swig of my drink as I watch her try all the food on her plate. Her excitement is rubbing off on me. It’s interesting to see Zaphin through her eyes. I can’t wait to show her more of our ways, devices, and places. With her nature she’s going to love Club Release. That she befriended Rosman proves that she’s accepting of other beings. Pleasure and pride pulse through me. I’m so lucky to have her.
As soon as she finishes her snack, I lead her to the laundry room. She wrinkles her delicate nose at the smell of sweaty clothes. I hold back a smile and begin showing her how to use the cleaning devices.
Her eyes are gleaming and the scents of curiosity and wonder are coming off of her in waves. I drink in the scent since I know it will be gone as soon as she learns all about her new planet.
That she doesn’t complain about the amount of dirty laundry makes me admire her even more.
Her lips twist to the left as she looks at the mound of laundry and then at the machine. Her gaze travels up to mine. “Is there a water shortage here? Should I only do a certain number of loads per day?”
Her question is a good one for somebody who comes from an ailing planet. “No, it rains every few days so you’ll be able to do as much laundry as you can in a day.”
She looks and gestures to the dirty clothes. “That’s good to know. I’ll stay on top of this.” She then looks up at me with shining eyes. “What do I need to learn next, Din Ryk?”
“How to take care of the plants. They are extremely important to our health.” I lead her to the closet I keep the plant food in and then show her how to mix the food.
With a spray bottle in hand, I lead her to a plant. “This is a snaplot. Throughout the day these blue flowers will randomly pop open and release vitamins into the air. This plant likes to be watered on the leaves and stem.”
I hand the bottle. “Go ahead and feed it, seema.” I watch as she sprays the plant. When the two large blue petals burst open she jumps and squeals.
With a hand to her chest she laughs. “That scared me. I’m not used to plants moving without a strong gust of wind.”
The scent of her shock is now mixed with humor. My heart lightens a little more. After seeing her in the shower last night, I’m glad to see her smiling today. I can’t help but smile back at her. “You’ll get used to them soon, little treasure. Let’s move on.”
Touching her lower back, I guide her to the next plant. She shivers at my touch but doesn’t complain. A moment later I’m gifted with the light scent of arousal coming from her.
That’s a good sign. I need her to love my touch since it’s a big part of her job. My shaft hardens when I remember her writhing prettily in my arms last night. Tomorrow I’ll taste her. For now I need to get back to showing Skyla her duties
.
As I show her how to take care of the jiggling blue brist vine, her laughter floats through the air and warms my heart. It also reassures me that she’s well on her way to accepting her new life.
~ Skyla ~
I wake to find that I’m alone in bed. Disappointment swarms around in my chest. I’d liked waking to his body pressing against mine the morning before. I glance at the curtain and see light brightening the edges.
A groan escapes my lips as I sit up and rub my hands over my face. A pang of sadness washes over me when it hits me that I’m not going to work at the bakery today or ever again.
My family and friends are healthy and well. That’s what matters. I can’t wallow in pity because of my loss. As much as I’d like to, I know that’s not healthy. And it’s not what they’d want.
Remembering the cloths I still need to wash, I shoot off the bed. I should finish the mound today. The plants are a joy to feed with their intriguing movements. Plus I should be learning other duties today as well. Staying busy helps me get through each day. A day on a different planet. I can do this.
While moving around the bed I spot a sheer nightie that’s placed on the edge of the mattress. What? Where did that come from and when does he want me to wear it?
I can’t help myself. I move to the shiny sheer slip of material. The silky soft feel is very nice. I can see myself sleeping in this. Maybe Din Ryk wants me to put it on tonight.
“I see you found your uniform, seema. It came in this morning. I ordered you ten of them in a few different colors that I believe will look excellent on you. Once you have it on come to my office so I can see you properly dressed. I also bought you all the feminine products you’ll need. They are in the bathroom. If you need anything else just let me know. Remember to come to my office when you’re properly dressed.”
He turns to leave and then turns back around with a serious look on his ruggedly handsome face. “Make sure you don’t get the commode water on you. The chemicals in the water are designed to make things dissolve faster. Unfortunately, they burn humans’ skin. So if you drop anything in the commode don’t reach in and get it. Let me know and I’ll retrieve it.”
Heat explodes across my cheeks. How can I ever use the toilet again?
“What is it, seema?” he asks intuitively.
Fire licks at my cheeks. “How bad is the burn?”
“Bad enough.” He stares down at me and then hikes up a dark brow. “What else is bothering you, seema?”
I really hate this. I wave my hand in circles. “What happens, you know? Umm. What happens if water comes up and hits me when I go to the restroom?” I shiver at the thought of acid water hitting my rear entrance.
His gaze softens. “That won’t happen. The shape stops water from splashing up. Instead the water just ripples to the sides of the bowl. The commode is safe as long as you don’t reach in and touch the water.” He gaze cuts to the sheer fabric and then returns to mine. “Don’t forget to come to me when you’re dressed.”
As I watch him leave fire stings my cheeks and shock steals my breath. This is not turning out to be a good day. First, I’m standing here naked. Second, he can’t truly expect me to wear this sheer material around the house during the day! At least I don’t have to worry about the toilet water burning my ass. That’s one good thing.
I look at the pretty nightie. It has to be a joke. That thought has me dropping my shoulders and sagging with relief. I quickly do my business in the restroom and then slip into his closet and retrieve a shirt.
After I put the huge shirt on, I make the bed and then run my fingers over the pretty nightie once more. I’ll probably get to wear it tonight. For now I have other things to do. I go back into the restroom to look through the bags of stuff he bought for me.
Since I know I’ll need to eat soon, I just take a quick peek into the bags. I’m surprised to see tampons. On Earth they are somewhat rare. Most of the time we just used cotton pads and rewashed them. At least we had washing machines to clean them in. Old ass washers that had to be fixed repeatedly but at least we had them.
I see pads and my cheeks heat back up at the thought of him ordering these personal items. I find lotions, shampoo, conditioner, and body wash as well. Needing to smell them, I open the shampoo and smell a pretty floral scent. I agree with his choice.
Some pretty lacy panties in the next bag have my cheeks heating up again. The lace has a soft feel that I can appreciate. I debate slipping a pair on, but I don’t think he’d like that. From what he’s said I believe the panties must be for when I’m on my period. I find some makeup in another bag that I’ll have to check out later.
The rumbling of my stomach has me moving to the kitchen to get some breakfast.
I am enjoying a bite of crumlet when Din Ryk comes in looking less than happy. His eyes harden as they look me over. Dang it. “Should I have come to you before eating?”
He comes closer and inhales. He grunts and looks resigned. “You didn’t follow my orders. Why?”
At his all business tone I straighten as a strand of fear works its way down my spine. “Not follow orders? Can I get fired?” I don’t want to be with another male. He’s the one that makes my stomach flutter. I desperately try to figure out what he’s talking about.
He inhales again and sighs. “Yes, orders. I told you to put on your uniform and come to my office so I could see you properly dressed. Instead I find you in the kitchen dressed in one of my shirts.” He stares me down. “Why didn’t you do as you were told?”
Dang, dang, dang. He really looks unhappy. “I…I thought you were kidding.” The fire is back and it’s burning my cheeks up. I drop my gaze to my plate of crackers. I wish I could crawl under my plate. “You don’t really want me to wear that nightie during the day, do you?”
My stomach churns painfully. I’m a full figured gal. I can’t go around showing my big lady bits off in full daylight. I look up into his eyes hoping to see that he’s been kidding. Some people like cruel jokes.
The slight glow in his intense eyes makes me anxious. Dang, dang, dang.
“I rarely make jokes. You will wear your uniform or you can go around naked. The choice is yours, seema.” His tone holds a hint of a growl.
I glance toward the wall of windows that leads into the backyard. Embarrassment rockets through my chest. No, no, no. I look into his eyes and silently plead my case.
When that doesn’t work, I confess, “I can’t do it.” I gesture toward to the windows. “What if somebody sees me?”
A low growl rumbles up from his chest. “You are not the one in control here. I am.” He looks me over. “The uniforms I bought you are standard on Zaphin. You will wear them just like every other seema on this planet. Submissive beings do not argue with their dominant partners.” He points toward our bedroom. “Go. Get. Dressed.”
Anger heats my blood. I don’t like this side of him. I want the nice guy back. To get him back, I need to stay calm. Surely we can work this out. “Are there any other uniforms that seemas wear? Ones that are a little more modest?”
I gesture down my body. “Who would want to see all of this? Humans are used to wearing clothes. Lots of clothes.” There, that should do it. He has to see where I’m coming from. It’s just a culture clash.
The glow in his eyes gets brighter. “Seemas do as they are told or they get punished. Get dressed or face the consequences.”
I wonder what kind of punishment he has in mind. I can handle most things. If it means I get to keep this shirt on I’ll let him punish me.
“I chose the punishment.” My voice only shook a little as I said the words. I can do this.
A flash of fire blazes through his eyes. I doubt the wisdom of my choice for a moment. No, taking my punishment in order to wear clothes is the right thing to do.
“Go to the bedroom and strip,” he orders in commanding tone.
I jump and stare at him in stunned horror. “What? What kind of punishment do you guys do?” My heart
hammers in my chest as worry and fear battle for dominance.
A not-so-nice grin curls his masculine lips. “You wanted to find out, well you’re about to.”
CHAPTER
14
~ Skyla ~
♥
He steps right in front of me and glares down at me.
I swallow hard at his commanding look and quickly head to the bedroom. I know I look like a chicken, but with his height and weight mass there is no way I’d win in a fight against him. Better to do what he says so he doesn’t have any more reasons to punish me. Right now I wish I was back on Earth. There, I knew what was expected of me.
I long for a moment to strategize, but the big guy is right on my tail. Before he can say it, I strip his shirt off and hold it in front of me. A material shield is better than no shield. Plus, after my punishment, I’ll be putting the shirt back on. I take a breath and prepare for the worst. That way it won’t seem so bad. I can do this.