by Elin Peer
He instantly pulled me close again. “What happens if I say no to you spanking me?”
My eyes traveled to the door, hoping he would buy into my trap.
Archer drew a sigh. “Okay,” he muttered. “If it really turns you on and I get to do exactly what I want with you afterward, then I’ll let you do it.” He raised a finger to my face. “But you have to swear that you never ever tell anyone about it, and I’ll only let you do it this once.”
I swallowed a laugh. How could Archer possibly think I would be aroused by hitting him. Me? The biggest pacifist he had ever met.
“So?” He shrugged and looked a little insecure. “You want me to take off my pants or what?”
The sane part of me wanted to say: “No, I was just kidding,” but not so long ago this big brute had humiliated me with a spanking, and my inner devil whispered that I deserved a little payback, so I quietly nodded my head.
Archer’s cabin was dimly lit by a small lamp next to his bed, but my eyes zoomed in on him and I didn’t miss a thing when he stepped out of his pants and gave me a last frown before he turned his back on me. He had the firmest buttocks I had ever seen and they rested on top of his strong, toned legs.
“Bend over,” I instructed and covered my smile with a hand. It was a good thing he had his back to me or he would have caught on to my prank.
I was just going to give him one hard smack in the butt before I told him that I wasn’t serious. One little groan of pain from him would be enough to satisfy my childish need for revenge.
I raised my hand, took a deep intake of air, and hit him. Maybe because it was such an unnatural thing for me to do, there was no force behind it.
Archer turned his head with a raised eyebrow. “I thought you said you were going to spank me – what the hell was that?”
Tightening my lips, I raised my hand again and this time, I didn’t hold back. Smack. The sound was loud and I wanted to apologize right away, but again he turned his head and the expression in his eyes said: “You’re pathetic.”
“What?” I asked, annoyed that he hadn’t at least groaned a little in pain.
“Nothing. I just wanted to see if it really turns you on.”
“Oh, it does,” I lied and smacked him again.
“How long are you going to tickle me?” Archer asked dryly. “I’m kind of impatient to get to my fantasy.”
“It’s not really working for me,” I said. “Would you mind adding something?”
He puffed out air. “I’m not going to call you mama, if that’s what you want. That’s too twisted even for my taste.”
“I don’t want you to call me mama,” I said quickly. “But it would be nice if you thank me when I hit you.”
“You want me to thank you for spanking me?” His tone was incredulous.
“Yes, if you could say…” I thought about it before I continued. “Thank you, Kya, I’m so sorry for being such a jerk,’ that would be very arousing.”
Archer laughed and shook his head. “Sorry, beautiful, but that ain’t happening.”
“Just once?” I pleaded.
“And I have your word I can do exactly what I want to with you after that?”
“As long as you don’t hurt me,” I reminded him.
His head fell down and he took a deep intake of air before he steadied himself and said: “Okay, one time, but it better make you soaking wet with arousal so you’re ready for what I want to do.”
“I’m sure it will,” I said and waited for him to get into position again.
Raising my hand, I hit him as hard as I could, wishing to get that one groan of pain from him.
I didn’t, but he did say dryly: “Thank you Kya, I’m sorry for being such a jerk.”
A deep male laugh erupted and we both spun around to see Finn peeking his head in through the door.
“Get the fuck out of here,” Archer shouted at him while I quickly bent to pick up a sweater and cover myself.
But Finn didn’t look intimidated at all. “I just came to make sure Kya was all right. She wasn’t in her cabin and I couldn’t risk you taking advantage of her on my first day as her protector.” He was still laughing. “Maybe I should be your protector instead.”
Archer pushed him out and slammed the door closed. We could hear Finn’s laughter as he walked away.
Archer started pacing the room while I sank to the bed. “You should have locked the door,” I said quietly.
“Oh, so now it’s my fault?”
“I’m just saying you should’ve locked the door.”
He was fuming.
“Archer, forget about Finn. You know he would’ve done the same thing if a woman was willing to fulfill his sexual fantasy.”
“But why the fuck did you have to have such a stupid fantasy?” he said in a blameful tone.
“I didn’t,” I admitted. “It didn’t turn me on to spank you. It was just a prank.”
He stood stark naked in front of me with his hands resting on his hips and his mouth slightly open. He was huge, in all areas. “A prank?” There was a coldness to his voice.
I tried meeting his eyes, but settled on his shoulder since at least that part of him wasn’t staring me down. “Yeah, you know, because you humiliated me and I thought that…” I trailed off, because saying it out loud made me feel immature and mean.
“I was actually going to go easy on you,” he said in a deep voice. “But now, I think we’re going to jump right to the hard stuff.”
“What hard stuff?” I asked and clutched my sweater closer to me.
“You told me I could do whatever I wanted to do, remember?” Archer’s muscles flexed as he shifted his balance.
“Uh-huh.” I cleared my throat, still only meeting his eyes in glances because the tattoo on his shoulder had become a safe spot for me. “What hard stuff?” I added.
“Anal.”
I gaped. “You’re not se-serious,” I stammered, but Archer looked very serious.
“I’ve always wanted to try anal with a real woman.”
My throat suddenly burned and my palms grew sweaty. “Not that,” I whispered in a slight panic. “I’ve heard that it’s painful.”
“More painful than a spanking?” he asked with an uncompromising tone.
“I don’t think I’m ready for that.”
“Too fucking bad, since you made me a promise.” The bed dipped when Archer sat down next to me. “Don’t worry,” he added. “I’ll warm you up for it.”
“But what if I refuse?” I asked and finally managed to lock eyes with him.
“You won’t,” he said and tugged a strand of my hair behind my ear. “You have too much integrity to back down on a promise.”
Integrity was everything to me. I preached it to the children and Archer knew that. Rubbing my earlobe like I used to when I was upset as a child, I heard my mother’s voice. Don’t give your word lightly because once you’ve given a promise you will have to honor it or lose your integrity. How could I have been so focused on my own stupid prank that I hadn’t even asked him what his fantasy was?
“You have to promise me something,” I whispered. “If it hurts too much, you’ll stop.”
“Uh-huh,” he muttered against my neck. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
I survived the spanking, and I’ll survive this too. I calmed myself, but it wasn’t working, and I was tense when Archer pushed me down on the bed and started kissing and licking my breasts. Using every mental trick I knew, I willed my body to relax.
The more I relax, the less it’s going to hurt.
Archer took his time, exploring every part of my body.
“It tickles,” I said when he planted kisses on my inner thighs.
“I don’t care. You had your chance to be in control, and now it’s my turn.” His strong hands kept my thighs apart and his kisses moved up toward my most private spot.
I had experienced oral sex before, but it had been with sex-bots and I had never worried about how I might ta
ste. Now I was suddenly self-conscious and I didn’t know if the sound coming from Archer when his tongue licked me was one of disgust or delight. The guttural sound came from deep in his throat and I had never heard anything like it.
Trying to push him away and press my knees together didn’t work since Archer wasn’t going anywhere.
“I don’t want you to kiss me there,” I gasped. “I probably don’t taste very good.”
“Did you hear me complain?” His mumbling was hard to decipher because he was licking me again.
“Archer, you really don’t have to.”
He lifted his head, moisture glistening around his mouth. “But I want to.”
Reading the tension on my face he told me to relax. “You taste delicious.”
That helped me relax somewhat but when his tongue drifted lower, I panicked and pushed at him forcefully. “Don’t even think about going any further south.”
“But I have to warm you up.”
“Not with your tongue,” I exclaimed. “That’s beyond disgusting!”
“I should’ve known you would be a prude.” He chuckled low and kissed my belly button before working his way down to my clitoris again.
It felt wonderful and slowly I began to relax; unfamiliar sounds of pleasure escaped me and my fingers wove into Archer’s dark hair.
“Ahhh,” I moaned and bucked a little, which only made Archer wrap his arms around my thighs to keep me still.
“You like it?” His warm breath against my clit, and the euphoric feeling in my body, made me groan my answer.
“Uh-huh, I love it.” Folding my lower lip between my teeth, I made a small whimper of pleasure and buried my hands in his hair.
The low growls from Archer were raw, sexual, and full of promises about what was to come, but not even that could stop the waves of my orgasm. Leaning my head back and tensing in my body, I came hard.
“Yes, yes, oh…” I licked my lips and arched my back. “Oh, Mother Nature, yeees!”
While I was still in a haze from the orgasmic explosion in my head, Archer rolled me onto my side, placing himself behind me and lifting my left leg.
In the back of my mind, a warning went off, but I was too sated to be fearful. Instead, I turned my head to kiss him again. His scent was a delicious mix of fire pit, fresh air, and raw masculinity.
“Are you ready?” he muttered into my mouth and my eyes expanded when he pushed inside of me.
“That’s not…” I croaked. “I thought you said anal.”
“I changed my mind,” he breathed against my neck.
I wanted to ask him if it had been his plan all along, but he swallowed any of my other questions with more kisses; and when he picked up his pace and switched positions I was too lost in him to keep up a conversation.
Archer drove deeper from behind and it was my turn to groan.
“Am I hurting you?” he asked.
“A little,” I cried out. “You’re very big.”
“Fuck, are you trying to make me come?” he said and pulled out.
“What are you doing?” I asked and opened my eyes to see why he would pull out when it felt so amazing.
“I want it to last,” he panted and turned me around before he slowly entered me again. “I don’t want to come in you yet.”
“You can’t come in me at all,” I said. “It’s unlikely that you’ll make me pregnant but just in case, I want you to come outside of me.”
He didn’t answer me.
“Promise me,” I said.
“This is my fantasy,” he muttered low before hammering inside of me in a steady rhythm.
I only knew one person who had gotten pregnant naturally, and Christina had to have made love to Boulder many times before it happened. There was nothing to worry about!
Archer was relentless in his lovemaking, and it was both dirty, sweaty, and noisy compared to the clean and mechanical sex in my past.
It was impossible not to get lost in the desire shining from his eyes and the way he touched me like I was everything he had dreamed of. So, this was what Christina had raved about. The feeling of being connected and worshipped.
My senses were on overdrive with too many new impressions for my brain to digest: the salty taste of his skin, the arousing sounds coming from him, and the way he entwined his fingers with mine like he wanted to hold on to me forever.
I had already orgasmed once when he licked me, but new waves were starting to build and they felt different this time –like a small volcano was about to erupt at my core. Leaning my head back, I closed my eyes, and moaned: “Oh yeees!”
“That’s it, gorgeous, let it go,” he coaxed and when I finally did, my insides cramped in small convulsions that had him cursing.
“Fuuuck!”
My thighs were wrapped around him and he pressed down on top of me, my hands on his muscled shoulders and our noses touching.
Breathing heavily, Archer hammered in and out at high speed before he pressed as far inside of me as possible and stilled completely.
“Fuuuck, I’m coming,” he muttered in a strained voice, the veins on his neck popping out and his face convulsing in something that resembled pain.
I could feel him: the pulsating sensation of his penis throbbing against my inner walls and filling me with warm liquid.
With a deep exhalation, Archer rolled to my side and lay panting with a hand on his chest for a few seconds before he propped himself on an elbow and looked expectantly at me. “So, what do you think? Am I better than a robot?” As he spoke he pulled me close to him and tugged my hair behind my ear.
I smiled at him and when his eyes softened in a boyish grin I felt a flutter in my chest. No robot could ever imitate this intimacy.
This is nothing more than sex, I reminded myself and broke eye contact.
“Yes, you’re better than a robot.” I sat up, swung my legs over the edge of the bed, and reached for my clothes on the floor.
Archer snaked out his hand and pulled me back down. “Don’t go,” he whispered into my hair.
“I have to before more people realize what we’ve done.”
“Why? Let them find out. I want them to see that you chose me.”
I sighed and caressed his face. “Archer, I’m not Christina or Pearl and I told you already, I’m not interested in marrying you.”
His forehead wrinkled. “But we just made love.”
“And it was nice,” I admitted.
“Nice?” His frown deepened.
“You’re a good lover,” I said to make him feel better.
“And how would you know? You told me you have never been with another man. You have nothing to compare me with!”
“True.”
“But I’m curious,” he said. “Have you been attracted to any other men than me?”
I shrugged, and it made him narrow his eyes.
“Who else?”
“Who else what?” I asked and pulled down my sweater.
“Who else have you been attracted to? Was it Finn?”
“Finn is nice but his beard is a little much for my taste.”
“Was it Marco?” He narrowed his eyes. “It was, wasn’t it? I could see why you would be attracted to him. He’s less threatening, being so young and all.”
“I’m not attracted to Marco.” Putting on my socks and shoes I sat on the edge of his bed. “Nor am I attracted to Boulder or Lord Khan, so there’s no reason for you to keep asking me names.”
“I don’t need to,” he said sourly and pushed himself up against the wall, his knees bent and his forearms resting on them. “Magni should have been my first guess.”
I shrugged, “Look, the first time I saw Magni, he was disguised as a Motlander. I thought he was fascinating, that’s all.”
“I thought all Momsies were afraid of Nmen,” he said grumpily.
“That’s true, but that’s because we grow up with all the stories about you being rapists and monsters. But for me it was different because I had alre
ady been listening to Christina talking for weeks about how much she missed Boulder, and how wonderful he had been to her. I knew from her that many of the stories were exaggerated or untrue.” I tilted my head. “And it probably helped that I met Magni and Boulder in my own home too, not to mention that Magni had shaved and looked really pretty with ribbons in his hair.”
That piece of information should have made Archer crack into a grin, but we were talking about my being attracted to another man and he wasn’t amused.
“Fascinating and attractive isn’t the same thing, Kya.” Jealousy was coming off Archer in waves, and I knew this could grow to be a problem between us if I didn’t set some boundaries right now.
“Look, this is a unique situation. I’m here to do a job, and that’s going to be my first priority. If you and I can learn to be friends who also share sex without any sort of commitment, then I don’t see why not. You just have to promise me that you won’t get possessive or jealous.”
“What are you saying?” he asked.
I was fully dressed now and faced him with a calmness that I didn’t feel inside of me. My words cut into my heart but I couldn’t risk Archer’s making scenes around other men. “What I’m saying is that I wouldn’t mind doing this again with you, but the minute you start behaving controlling toward me, I will find another way to meet my needs.”
His lips pressed into a firm line.
“If you don’t want to do it again, I understand,” I said and moved away from the bed.
He rolled out of bed and came over to stand naked in front of me. “At least give me something.” His eyes were burning with emotion.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
He took my hand and gazed deeply into my eyes. “At least promise me that as long as you sleep with me, you won’t be sleeping with anyone else.”
Rationally I knew it was better to set clear boundaries and say “no.” There was no need to get Archer’s hopes up, and giving him that sort of commitment surely would. In a few years, I would return to the Motherlands and my own people – a place out of his reach.
“Promise,” he repeated.
I opened my mouth to say “no,” but when he squeezed my hand and I looked into the beautiful eyes of the man whom I had just made love with, my heart answered for me instead. “I promise,” I whispered.