Bamford nods. “Looking at the tape, she did seem uncomfortable at the meeting—she was clearly fidgeting.”
I grin, clenching my ass. If they only knew…
“That’s true,” notes Aybar, “but I wouldn’t want to fuel speculation about whether or not she’s under any sort of duress. Hopefully we’ll see her again in public soon.”
Bamford nods. “Also, not to speculate too much, but maybe she and Tamrys are involved. She wouldn’t be the first human to connect with a Dominar. It could be that simple.”
Turning off the feed, I lie down on the bed, my mind racing. Is it strange that I’m not the first woman to hook up with one of the aliens? It could just be a coincidence, but what if the Dominars all plan to take a human woman for a… a pet?
I need to get answers. When Tamrys comes back, I don’t care what he wants to do to me. We are going to have a talk.
Chapter Nine
Tamrys
It takes me twelve hours to unseat ten more heads of state, shuttling around the globe to every continent. Not wanting to imply any sort of favoritism, I tackle several of Earth’s biggest nations, but also a few smaller ones. After the first few stops, some of the leaders on my list decline to meet me entirely, preferring to declare their resignation before my shuttle can even land.
Dominar consuls have landed at each of my destinations, setting up offices. None are quite as grand as the Spire—many are not even especially tall—but they will soon become vital institutions in educating the populace and enforcing Dominar law.
After a short sleep—humans need so many more hours than we do—I catch a lift back to the Spire, eager to see Sabine. Though we haven’t known each other very long, I found myself thinking about her constantly while I was away. I was grateful for the presidents and prime ministers who stepped down and removed the need to meet in person—it gave me more time to think about Sabine, all bound and helpless in her room, waiting for me to return…
The thought makes me hard, as it did every time I thought of her for the last few hours. To use an Earth expression, she’s the total package: intelligent, worldly, compassionate, and beautiful. If only the Dominars who dismissed Earth as beyond saving could meet Sabine Marchessault, she would change their minds.
When I arrive at last, it feels like far too long since I left her. As expected, I find her in bed, still tied up. She behaved, according to sensors in the room—didn’t try to escape or cause a commotion. Good for her—she’s learning. Fast asleep, she rests on her front, leaving her ass invitingly exposed. If I felt cruel, I could wake her with a hard spanking, but that would just be mean. Her head rests on a pillow, turned to face the door, ensuring that her face is one of the first things I see. She looks adorable when she’s at peace, and it pains me that I’ll have to get her up soon.
I give her a few minutes, then sit down next to her. “Good morning, Sabine.”
She starts as she wakes, distressed to find herself still tied up. After a second, she remembers, and groans. “Good morning, sir.”
“Sleep well?”
“Yes, sir,” she mumbles, sitting up. Either subconsciously or not, she peers at my crotch, noticing the erection I haven’t bothered to hide. She breaks into a smile for a second, then covers it up. “The nanites just gave me the news: twelve more countries in one day. That’s crazy.”
I shrug. “They knew it was coming. Meanwhile, how was your night? Did you enjoy having some time to yourself?”
She glares at me, not amused by my jovial demeanor. “I found myself very frustrated, sir,” she says, her voice clipped.
“Well, I think I can help you with that,” I say. “Come here and I’ll untie you.”
Nodding appreciatively, she moves toward me, but then stops suddenly. Gazing out the window, her eyes widen in fear. “Oh, God, they can see us!” she screams, ducking to the floor.
I turn to see what she means and notice a news helicopter flying courageously close to the Spire. Laughing, I lift her up by the rope harness around her chest. “It’s fine, pet. The windows are fully reflective; they can’t see us.”
Placing my hands on her shoulders, I march her up to the glass, then wave as a second chopper flies into view. After a minute, both move on, disappearing from sight.
“You’re positive they couldn’t see us?”
“I promise you, pet. Otherwise they definitely would not have left.”
She grins. “I guess that’s true.”
“If you want, I could alter the windows to be transparent. We could give them all a nice show.”
“Please, no, sir,” she replies, shaking her head and straining against the ropes. “Please untie me.”
Oh, fuck. The way she says that is so damn sexy, my cock twitches.
“I will, pet, but I’d like you to earn it,” I say, slowly removing my jacket. “Get on the bed, on your knees.”
She complies right away, moving gracefully for someone tied up—she’s taken to the condition well, which is good because she’s going to be spending a lot of time this way.
As soon as I drop my pants and underclothes, my cock springs up, rigid and throbbing. Staring at it, she licks her lips.
“Have you used your mouth to pleasure a man before, Sabine?”
“A… just a few times, sir,” she answers, voice wavering.
“Did you enjoy it?” I ask, holding my cock up to her lips.
Blushing, she tries to suppress a sheepish smile. “I… I… yes, sir.”
I hold the back of her head so she can’t look away. “Then why are you nervous?”
“I’m not,” she replies, too quickly.
“Don’t lie, pet,” I growl.
She shakes her head. “I’m not nervous, sir. Just… worried… I might not be… good at it.”
I’m tempted to lean down and kiss her, then hold her in my arms and never let go. My heart pounds inside my chest. How can I be so lucky to have found such a perfect human?
“You’ll do fine. I’ll instruct you, if necessary. I don’t expect you to be good at everything automatically, Sabine. I know there are things you still need to learn.”
She nods, exhaling in relief. “Thank you, sir.”
“It’s going to be my pleasure to teach you,” I add, caressing her cheek, enjoying the feel of her soft skin. “Now, show me what you know.”
She parts her lips and starts by sucking on my tip. She licks it sensuously, coating it in her saliva. Taking her time, she takes the tip fully in her mouth and runs her tongue across it, bobbing her head a little. Before she goes deeper, she looks up at me.
“You’re doing fine, pet,” I say, brushing back her hair.
Encouraged, she tries taking me deep, but goes too far, causing her to cough and choke.
“Easy,” I say, withdrawing and holding her shoulders. After a moment, she collects herself. “Try again—don’t be in such a rush.”
“Yes, sir,” she mumbles.
When she’s ready, she opens wide and starts again. She gets a few inches of my cock inside, just enough to fill her mouth without setting off her gag reflex. The pleasure she brings me is heart-stopping—she seems so eager to serve, looking up at me frequently to gauge my response. Before too long, she’s opening her throat to allow more of my long, thick shaft inside. My rod in her mouth muffles her moans, a sound that stirs me to my core. With her lips sealed around my shaft and her cheeks pulling inward as she sucks as hard as she can, she looks like the perfect little pet I know she can be.
Slipping my index finger into the rope between her legs, I tell her, “You’re doing well, but I think you can use more motivation.” I give the rope a tug, eliciting a yelp from Sabine.
Spurred on, her head bobs up and down faster, intensifying my pleasure. She’s gaining confidence in her work; she still could be going deeper and keeping me in longer, but with training she’ll do much better.
However, her energy eventually flags, and I know she won’t be able to finish the job, so I pull out o
f her mouth suddenly and kiss her forehead. “All right, you’ve earned your reward,” I say, picking her up by her waist and setting her down on the bed.
Gasping and heaving to catch her breath, she starts to cry joyous tears as I undo the rope buried between her swollen pussy lips. Not wanting to let it go to waste, I slip the cord between her teeth, then wind it around and around her neck, creating a gag. Sabine groans as I knot the rope in place, but looks down expectantly at my glistening cock.
“Come on, come get it,” I tease.
She huffs, but actually starts inching her way forward on her knees. When she gets close, I stand us both up on the bed and lift her against my chest until her legs lock around my hips. Plunging my cock into her soaked channel, I wrap one arm around her back, gripping the ropes that still bind her arms, and hold her tight against my chest. With my free hand I slap her ass, smacking it in time with my thrusts. As I ravage her, she doesn’t seem to mind being my powerless plaything: she moans with abandon as my cock sinks in deeply and I punish her gorgeous rear. She drinks in every second of it, her eyes rolling back in her head, nearly overwhelmed by bliss.
Sir… if you… can hear me… may I… come? she asks through her nanites.
Good for her—she’s obeying the rules and making use of the technology.
“You may, pet.”
I accelerate my thrusting, driving her to orgasm in seconds. Considering she’s been aroused and on edge since I tied her up, I’m surprised it’s taken her this long. Screaming through her gag, she howls as I fill her, spank her, and kiss her. I keep going long after her first orgasm has come and gone, rapidly working her up to another. When I feel she’s on the cusp, I stick a couple of fingers up her rear, making her entire body quiver as ecstasy crashes through her consciousness. By the time I finish, releasing my hot load into her tightly clenched pussy, she’s a hot, sweaty mess of bliss, and I’ve never seen anything more beautiful in my life.
* * *
She regains her composure after nearly an hour. I watch as she takes stock: finding herself untied and in bed next to me, she smiles, stretching out her limbs. The motion causes her to wince, but her smile doesn’t fade.
“How do you feel, pet?”
“Sore, sir,” she says. “Very sore, all over.”
Chuckling, I nod. “Your nanites will help with that, if you want.”
“Maybe later. I don’t mind.”
Fuck, she’s so perfect.
I wrap my arms around her, pulling her tight to my body. She sighs, snuggling up against me, and for a while we lie there, enjoying the stillness of each other’s breathing, the rise and fall of our intimately connected forms.
After a few minutes, something changes: I can feel her tensing up. “Sabine, is something wrong?”
“I need to ask you something, sir.”
“Anything,” I reply, kissing the back of her head.
She slips out of my grasp and turns to face me. “Is this what Dominars do? Are you here to take women like me and make them your slaves?”
“What makes you think that?” I ask.
“Because people say I’m not the first. Is it true?”
“Yes, it is,” I admit, getting up from the bed. “You won’t be the last, either. Dominars enjoy taking mates from the worlds we conquer, and human females are very desirable. But I assure you, we only take those who crave submission, like you.”
Her eyebrows narrow in a glare. “Is that so?”
“Yes, Sabine. It is. The Dominars control thousands of worlds full of subjects. There’s no shortage of potential mates for us, and those who have been part of our empire for generations know the benefits of pairing with a Dominar,” I explain.
“Like what?”
Using my nanites, I activate a holographic display of the Milky Way. “For thousands of years, Dominars have been known to take their pets on journeys across the stars, seeing the many wonders the galaxy has to offer. With us, they live in comfort, taken care of at all times.” I change the display to show the paradise world of Ohalessa. “We enjoy the greatest of pleasures, excitements, and journeys.”
Sabine’s features remain locked. “That all sounds nice, but don’t they find it absurd to belong to someone else—to have to ask permission for everything? To be treated as property?”
I point to the cleaning station, activating the shower. Sabine hesitates, but then moves, no doubt eager for a wash.
“They’re not treated as property in such a tawdry sense,” I say as the water cleanses us. “Our pets are treasured, given a life of luxury and pleasure, free of fear and uncertainty. It may not be for everyone, but many choose it happily.”
“I don’t know if it’s for me,” she says, looking down at her feet. “The sex is great, but I have goals, Tamrys. How am I going to accomplish them if I’m locked in your tower all the time? I need to get out there and be with the people—especially those who are still opposed to the Dominars.”
I nod. “You make a good point. Today, we’ll go out. Together.”
Chapter Ten
Sabine
Now that’s something I didn’t expect. Is this some kind of trick, or a test of some kind? If it’s what he wants to do, he can’t punish me for agreeing to it, can he? Or does he want to see how I’ll act the second I’m outside his control? But, I had a chance to speak out when I attended Weatherly’s firing—I could have said anything I wanted to then.
What if he’s true to his word, and really just wants to let me out a bit? Maybe I’ve been wrong to think he’s just going to keep me locked away. But, he also could just be trying to mollify me by giving me an inch of freedom.
I guess there’s only one way to find out. If I have to, I can always try to get away—this might even be my only chance.
“I’d like that, but can I ask what you have in mind?”
Tamrys rolls his neck. “How about, it’s up to you, pet? What would you like to do?”
After days of being naked and bound, meeting aliens and being on broadcasts to the world, I blurt out the first thing that comes to mind: “Something normal!”
He smirks. “Like what?”
I sigh, wondering what I would do if Tamrys wasn’t here and all I wanted to do is unwind. “I don’t know—I just want to be comfortable, and surrounded by lots of people. I want to be out in public.”
He strokes his chin, thinking about my request. “So let me get this straight, pet. You want me, the supreme alien overlord who just fired more than a dozen leaders from around the world, to accompany you out in public, surrounded by the humans he just conquered?”
“Well, if you put it that way—” I start, my cheeks flushed.
“I think it’s a great idea,” he interrupts, shutting off the shower.
“What? Seriously?”
Activating the drying cycle, Tamrys nods. “Of course. I think it’s vital that Dominars appear in public, to be seen partaking in human activities. I want to show the world that we are not here to overhaul everything people know and love, just to fix what is broken—and I think it is important to be personally involved in this pursuit.”
Interesting—that probably would help allay people’s fears a little. But, what about mine?
“Sir, I’m happy to do that, but… I was wondering if I might have some time for myself, outside. I’d like some real privacy. Would that be okay?”
Tamrys thinks about it a moment, then nods. “That would be fine, but only after we’ve gone out together first. Okay?”
A compromise—that could work. Considering my career has been all about getting sides to work together, it’s a skill I should use with Tamrys more often.
“Yes,” I say, smiling. “That’s fair.”
“Good. Of course, it is contingent on a minor stipulation.”
“What’s that?” I ask, opening up a dresser, looking for something to wear.
At the same time, Tamrys retrieves a small object from the armoire—an alien device, I assume. Smooth on the out
side, with no external markings, it is approximately the size and shape of a deck of cards. I sigh, knowing that whatever the toy does, I’m probably going to have to put up with it while I’m out in public.
“It’s called a keeper.”
“Go ahead,” I say, rolling my eyes.
Grinning, Tamrys presses the device against my waist, causing it to attach to my body. As I watch, the material quickly begins to take shape, stretching outward in every direction. In seconds, the material circles my hips, then extends over my ass and crotch, forming a very strange pair of panties. I try to slip my fingers inside, but the flexible material clings tightly to my skin.
“Is this so I don’t pleasure myself while I’m alone?” The idea makes my head swim as a furious ache grows between my legs.
“That’s correct, though it has an additional function.”
Oh, fuck.
As soon as he says it, I start to feel what he means: the keeper isn’t quite finished taking shape, except now it’s growing from the inside. A phallus emerges from the device, pressing into my pussy, where I presume it will stay. Though it’s not as long or thick as Tamrys’s cock, it’s plenty sizable—I’m definitely not going to forget it’s there.
“Is this really necessary?” I ask, rubbing the keeper’s exterior.
“You’re mine, pet. You belong to me now. This will ensure your pleasure remains a privilege I grant you. Plus, I haven’t even shown you the best part.”
The phallus begins to vibrate powerfully, nearly causing my knees to buckle. It only stays on for a few seconds, but it’s enough to make me claw at the impregnable device.
“Please, sir,” I beg, trying to shake the sense of unsated hunger. “You’re not going to do that in public, are you?”
“If you give me reason to, I might. Now, get dressed. We’ll leave as soon as you’re ready.”
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