Tamrys refills our glasses as I share some of my Princeton exploits: the time my friends took my keys and locked me out until I made a move on this guy I liked; the semester in Bologna where I had my heart broken by a man who I now know was nowhere near good enough for me; the time I got a professor fired for deflating my grades after I refused to sleep with him…
“It sounds like you had the full experience,” Tamrys says when I finish.
“Yeah, I definitely did,” I reply, finishing my wine. “What about you? Do you really learn everything by nanite? You don’t go to school at all?”
Tamrys shakes his head. “Not in the sense of a classroom with lessons and tests. Dominars go through a developmental stage in which we embark on a journey of self-discovery. We build life experiences by exploring the stars and having adventures. Some of us climb the tallest known mountains in the galaxy or visit a star on the verge of going supernova. We might spend years living on a primitive world without the comforts of our technology, or live on a planet with dinosaur-like creatures, fighting for survival.”
“Wow, it sounds incredible.” It’s hard for me not to picture Tamrys fighting a T-Rex, muscles bulging through a ripped shirt… “Isn’t it dangerous though? Do some not survive?” I ask as our waiter brings us a second bottle and fills our glasses.
“It’s very rare. Our combat training is superb. Sometimes one of us gets a little too cocky, but it’s not often we find ourselves in a situation we can’t handle. Plus, most of us don’t tackle this journey alone. We travel with friends or lovers.”
Sighing, I take a drink and imagine what it would be like to traverse the galaxy with Tamrys. “It must be incredibly romantic.”
“It is,” he replies, smiling at me. “Romantic, life-changing, and unforgettable. I wish every being in the galaxy could learn the same way.”
As we drink and talk, the pianist finishes his practice. We applaud as he gives a quick bow, then heads off. I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised when the piano disappears, bench and all—more holograms and force fields. My gasp makes Tamrys laugh, but I pay it no mind, as something new appears on the stage, a massive instrument with several chambers, tubes, and sets of keys. After a moment, a purple-skinned Dominar takes the stage and begins to play the alien device. Rich, dreamy music fills the lounge, and I get lost in its harmony.
I barely feel cognizant of Tamrys taking my hand and leading me to the dance floor. He sets his hand on my hip and his mind reaching out for mine through our nanites. Mentally I couple with him, and together we move with the harmony. Our dance is fluid and intimate, our hands moving across each other’s bodies; the music sets the rhythm, and Tamrys leads my every move. When our feet leave the floor and we rise to dance in midair, I don’t panic. The lack of gravity should terrify me, but I know Tamrys won’t let me fall.
When the music stops, I snap back to consciousness, energized yet at peace. I’m in Tamrys’s arms, and my lips are on his. All the worries I’ve had since the invasion began, all of my fears about Earth’s future, all the rage from being attacked—none of it bothers me while we kiss.
“That was incredible,” I say, taking a deep breath as my warmth aches for his touch. “Where did you learn to dance like that?”
“Izinia, a lovely world I presided over centuries ago. Their kinetic arts are renowned throughout the galaxy.”
“I’ll bet.”
Tamrys kisses my forehead and holds me close. “That’s what makes Dominar society so incredible: every world contributes; every culture has something wonderful to offer, and some way they can benefit. I look forward to discovering the ways humanity will make life richer for the entire galaxy.”
Quivering as my panties grow damp, I say, “Maybe you can show me how I can contribute, Consul Tamrys.”
He smiles and takes my hand in his. “It would be my pleasure, Ms. Marchessault. Come with me.”
Chapter Seventeen
Sabine
Tamrys takes me up to the top floor to a room like mine on the Spire, only this one is reserved for VIP visitors. Pink carpets and window blinds draw the eye to a scarlet bedspread; white flowers from another world bloom from tall marble vases, producing a sweet, intoxicating aroma.
“Pet, take off your clothes and set them aside in an orderly fashion.”
Not taking my eyes off him, I do as Tamrys says, stripping out of my blazer and skirt. I fold them both methodically and lay them down across a dresser next to a peach vanity. My bra and panties follow, leaving me exposed; however, I have no fear of this. I am alone with a man I trust, a man I call my master.
And maybe more?
Anyone I know would call me crazy for having the feelings I have for him, but I’ve never felt so aware of my own needs, or the reasons behind them. To think that I could be in love with Tamrys—an alien—should frighten me or strike me as ludicrous, but it doesn’t.
Once I’m finished undressing, I cross my arms behind my back and straighten my posture, presenting myself for his inspection. I’d love to steal a glance down at his pants, to see the growing tent in his crotch, but I keep my gaze level and straight ahead.
“Very nice, Sabine,” he says, circling me. “You’re learning very quickly. I knew with training you would make a lovely, obedient pet.”
My cheeks burn and a grin creeps onto my face. “Yes, sir.”
“However, I have my suspicions that your good behavior is contingent on receiving the satisfaction you crave. What do you think of that, pet?”
“I don’t think so, sir,” I say, though I’m not positive. I don’t doubt the way I feel about him, but is that making me so eager to obey him, or does that come from inside me? More important, I’m not even sure which would be better. Could I be submissive to any male that wins my affection, or is there something about Tamrys specifically?
“What if I told you I was not going to give you pleasure tonight?” he asks. “What if I decided to be cruel, and spank you till you cry for mercy, then leave you tied up and helpless until morning?”
It’s a terrifying prospect—after such a lovely night, to be punished for no reason… but with Tamrys, there’s always a reason. If it teaches me something that can make me stronger…
“I trust your judgment, sir,” I say. My voice warbles, pained by the idea of the suffering he could inflict, but my resolve is steady.
Stepping up behind me, he rubs his hand over my ass, then smacks the cheek hard. “You wouldn’t feel betrayed? Confused?”
I yelp, stung by his hard slap. “I… I would, sir. But I trust you.”
Tamrys swats my other cheek, making me hiss as my skin burns. “Would you blame yourself, wondering what you did to earn such unfair treatment? Or would you assume it was me being cruel?”
My heart pounds, and my head swims as I consider the question. Tamrys has put me through some difficult, frustrating, and humiliating situations, but he never struck me as malicious. At the same time, I’ve always been well aware of my mistakes—he’s told me each time I erred, making the lessons clear and purposeful. Yet, he does have high expectations for my behavior—it’s certainly possible I could break a rule without knowing.
“I’d like to think… I would wait until I’ve asked you why… rather than jump to conclusions.”
Tamrys steps in front of me, nodding. Taking my breasts into his hands, he thumbs my erect nipples and rolls them until I groan. Then he pinches them and doesn’t let go, eliciting whimpers as the pain spirals through my breasts. “And if I refused to give you an answer, and warned you not to question me?”
An icy wave surges in my chest and rushes to my head. “You wouldn’t, sir. That’s not like you.”
As soon as I say it, he lets go. “You really believe that, pet?”
“I do.”
Tamrys smiles and kisses my forehead, rubbing my back. “Good. It’s important that you get this—I want all humans to know that Dominars always act with purpose. Now lie down on the bed. It’s time for your reward.”
A dam of fear bursts as I quickly comply, and a flood of relief washes over me. Once I’m on the mattress, looking up, I notice four chains descending from the ceiling. Manacles on the ends seek out my wrists and ankles, which I obediently lift, allowing the restraints to seal. As soon as they’re locked, the chains start to pull, lifting me into the air. My rear sinks down as all of my weight falls on my extremities, but I don’t mind.
For a minute there, Tamrys had me worried. I know he’s a man of honor and, in retrospect, I’m not surprised he was testing me. Sometimes it’s easy to forget he’s an alien; for all I know, he could act unpredictably. Thankfully, I don’t think he will. I think he’s proved that to me.
With my body hanging in the air, I let my head fall back, turning the world upside-down. From the odd perspective I watch Tamrys strip; when he’s naked he climbs onto the bed and leans over my chest, suckling my nipples. Groaning, I close my eyes and enjoy the feel of his tongue. His skin burns hot against mine as he gets close; from below I feel his hard cock press against my back. I try pulling hard on my bonds, struggling to reposition myself onto his tip, prompting laughter from Tamrys.
“Patience, pet. What’s the hurry?”
“Please, sir,” I beg, panting as my juices drip. “I need it so bad.”
“Oh, Sabine,” he laughs. “I’m not going to punish you, but I am going to drive you crazy.”
Fuck me.
Making his point crystal clear, Tamrys suddenly tickles my sides. I scream and hoot, shaking against my restraints, but I can’t stop his dexterous fingers from poking and drifting up my body. All I can do is shriek and beg for him to stop.
As soon as I do, he lets up, returning his attention to my breasts. This time he begins to lightly spank my bottom while sucking my nipples. Each playful smack brings a mild pain to my rear that quickly dissipates, but leaves me aching harder for his cock.
When my ass starts to feel sore almost all over, he grabs my thighs and lays a trail of kisses down my abdomen, not stopping until he reaches my clit. As soon as his lips touch it, I moan deeply, desperate for more. He kisses and licks it slowly, I assume to keep from stimulating me too much at once. The effect is torturous and maddening; I’d give anything to feel his massive erection sliding into me. Even if I could just satisfy myself I’d be happy, but my bindings ensure I can’t.
Every stroke of his tongue makes my heart race faster, and soon I’m gasping for breath; each sharp inhalation fills my senses with the sweet, alien fragrance. I pour all my strength into hoisting myself up, giving him easier access to my drenched pussy, as if that will help. Tamrys grunts in pleasure, but doesn’t speed up, content to wind me up gradually.
However, when I start feeling an orgasm finally begin to swell, he suddenly stops, backing away from me, off the bed.
Twisting in place as hard as I can, I scream. Lifting my head, I look down at my swollen pussy, then to Tamrys. He’s rifling through a small cabinet, and after a second he finds what he’s looking for: a thick black butt plug. I’m so desperate for penetration, my cry dies out as soon as I recognize the toy, which starts to glisten, becoming lubricated.
Tamrys doesn’t even have to tell me to relax—I don’t put up any resistance to the plug. He still presses it in slowly, drawing it in and out a little at a time, stretching my tight muscle until the entire width of the toy pushes inside. When it sinks into place, I sigh happily. “Thank you, sir.”
“You’re welcome, pet. Now remember, you’re not to come until I give you permission.”
“Yes, sir.”
Then my whole body seems to come alive at once, electrified by bliss as Tamrys eases his tip into my sodden channel. My inner walls clamp down tight on his steely rod, eliciting pleased huffs from him. Each inch of his shaft unlocks new swells of euphoria, and he doesn’t stop his inward plunge until he’s driven all the way home. His cock presses against the butt plug, a sensation so incredible I shudder and weep, utterly overwhelmed.
I start to let my head hang down, but Tamrys cups his hand underneath to keep it upright, forcing me to look into his eyes as he slowly thrusts. My jaw goes slack as he stuffs me with his gigantic staff; sweat drips down my forehead, but Tamrys wipes it away before it can sting my eyes. He groans with pleasure, and his cock throbs inside me.
“Please, sir,” I moan. “I’m ready.”
“Not yet,” Tamrys replies.
Biting my lip to keep from whimpering, I nod, doing my best to hold back the tide. A part of me wants to scream and beg for release, but an even bigger part wants to please Tamrys, to demonstrate my patience and obedience. I trust he’ll grant me the pleasure I crave if I truly earn it, so that’s what I intend to do. Maybe he’ll even have some mercy and hurry!
He begins to thrust faster, bringing me closer to the brink; as he does, the blinds to the windows open, revealing an incredible view of Los Angeles not far in the distance. Then the room shakes a little, and the city begins to move.
“Oh, my… what’s…”
Tamrys doesn’t have to answer: the world begins to turn, and I twist so I can see the Beacon. The room has detached from the tower and is in flight above the ocean. “That’s… incredible,” I mumble as we ascend higher in the sky.
“I thought… you might… like it,” he replies. “Now you can come,” he adds.
He accelerates his pace until he’s pounding like a piston, pumping me hard with each thrust. My wail quickly fills the chamber, gaining volume as my orgasm ignites. I look into his eyes, the stars turning behind him, and let myself rise into subspace. The world dissolves around us as my first orgasm coalesces. All I see is Tamrys; all I feel is his hammering cock and the caress of his fingers against my clit.
By the time my second orgasm starts to build, I can’t even scream anymore. I just pant and moan, flexing my fingers and curling my toes. Tamrys doesn’t slow down, his erection seemingly growing harder as my satisfied noises stoke his arousal. I come hard again, soaking in every last ebb and rush as one orgasm ends and another begins—after the first few, they blend together.
The whole time, my ecstasy is tied to feeling Tamrys’s presence as more than just his body pleasuring mine. I feel him in my consciousness, and in my heart.
It feels like love.
* * *
“You there, Sabine?” Tamrys says sometime later.
After nearly twenty minutes of lying on the bed, a mess of relief and happiness, I finally regain my composure.
“Yes, sir. That was unbelievable, thank you.”
He sits down on the bed and pulls me into his lap. With the lights in the room dimmed, all I see are the stars out the window, with the light of the city glowing from somewhere far below.
“No, thank you, Sabine. The time we’ve spent together has made me indescribably happy.”
“I’ve enjoyed some of it,” I giggle.
Growling, Tamrys pinches my bottom. Yelping, I try to get away, but he holds me tightly. His grip feels like paradise, and as I settle back against his body, I sigh, enjoying his musky scent.
If this is what the future holds, I think it’s going to be okay.
“I’m happy too,” I say. “More than I’ve ever been and—”
“Sabine,” he interrupts, his face darkening. “Something bad is about to happen. I promise we’re going to be okay, but this is going to be—”
He doesn’t get to finish his sentence; something flashes and our ship shakes like it’s been punched. Then the stars race as we plummet down, down, down toward the sea.
Chapter Eighteen
Tamrys
Sabine doesn’t scream, but her eyes go wide in horror as she realizes we’re falling hard and fast.
Emergency harnesses, now!
The command passes from my nanites to the ship nearly instantly, causing belts to fire out of the walls and ceiling, strapping me and Sabine to the bed. Inertial dampeners activate, prepared to alleviate the force of our impact with the water below, but the safety gear
protecting Sabine gives me peace of mind.
“Taaaaaaaaamrys!” she screams.
“Hold on! We’ll be okay!”
She closes her eyes as the dark, choppy waves rush to meet us, and then it’s over. We slice into the water like a needle puncturing a pincushion, hardly even registering a change in momentum.
Sabine blinks a few times and looks through the window, seeing only darkness. “What happened?”
“We’re underwater,” I say, accessing the ship’s status. “There’s no damage to the hull, all systems operational.”
Taking a deep breath as the safety harnesses disengage, she gets up and looks outside. “Wait, I don’t understand? Were we hit? If there’s no damage, why did we fall?”
I sigh, hating to have to tell the truth. It would be so easy to take her back to the Spire where she’ll be safe. While I don’t necessarily have to involve her in what comes next, I know she would hate to be left in the dark, and she doesn’t deserve that.
“Somebody attacked us, Sabine. We were struck by a missile, and I decided the best strategic move was to let our attacker think they succeeded. I caused us to fall; I’m sorry I scared you. I’d have given you more warning. I didn’t want you to worry, and I didn’t know they would launch the strike so soon.”
Sabine blanches, processing the situation. After a second she nods. “Okay, I get it. But who could have done that? Firing a missile… the military is supposed to have grounded all its assets.”
“That’s true. Whoever was involved in the attack is in direct violation of Earth’s surrender.” I point out the craft’s window. “And there’s our culprit.”
The clear alloy artificially illuminates and brightens a shifting form in the murky depths: a submarine.
“That’s an American sub,” she says, reaching for my hand. “Do you think this was in retaliation for firing Weatherly?”
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