Bound by the Alien (BBW Paranormal Romance) (Aislin's Alien Adventures Book 2)
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Authors: Sophie Stern
Bound by the Alien
Sophie Stern
Copyright © 2015 by Sophie Stern
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Aislin and Harry are stuck on his spaceship with only one goal: find the Key of Bleoi.
The Key holds the path to a secret treasure that has long been forgotten – but not by everyone.
With Mira hot on their trail, Aislin and Harry must try to find the key before it falls into the wrong hands.
If you love alien erotica and thrilling romance, you’ll love this panty-dropping story by Sophie Stern.
This novella is book two in a new series that follows Aislin on her adventures with Harry the alien; however, it can be enjoyed as a standalone story.
Contents
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“How much longer?” I moan, staring at the maze of controls Harry is using to steer the ship. I have no idea how he manages to fly this thing without constantly checking a guidebook. His hands seem to know the ship inside and out, never even bothering to glance at the buttons before he pushes them. Despite how amazing he looks, though, I find myself growing more and more bored with each passing day.
Once we dropped off Mira, it was only supposed to take us another four days to get to Peraoi. The planet holds the Key to Bleoi, which we desperately need to find. Harry’s been searching for a long time for this key, but making our way to Peraoi has taken a lot of time.
Time we might not have.
Harry thinks we’ll be safe from hunters, trackers, and treasure seekers because we didn’t tell anyone about the clue he found on Earth.
I’m not so sure, though.
I’ve read too many mystery novels to think anything is for certain.
Mira really hates him for cutting her out of the treasure, for not including her. She was his lover, for awhile, and she feels that he owes her. Though she almost killed him for the clue that will lead us to the key, she was unhappy, to put it lightly, when we left her on her home planet.
I think Mira is dangerous.
I might not know a lot about alien life, but I know a lot about women.
And I know that Mira hates Harry for leaving her behind while he goes on this adventure.
More importantly, she hates him for the way he saved me on Earth. He could have left me to die, to be raped and murdered at the hands of someone I thought was my friend, but he didn’t.
He saved me.
He rescued me.
And now I’m the one traveling with him, embarking on the adventure of a lifetime.
We dropped Mira off just a few days ago and now we’ve been floating through space, seeking the island planet of Peraoi.
And I’m bored out of my mind.
“Seriously,” I complain, not caring that I sound like a whiny toddler. “How long until we get there?”
“Time is irrelevant,” Harry responds, focusing on flying. His eyes don’t leave his controls. We’re in an area of space he isn’t used to. He doesn’t want to trust autopilot, I suppose.
“Is it?” I shoot back. “Because the last time I checked, the entire universe revolves around time.”
Shit.
My outburst does not go unnoticed. If I was hoping to get a reaction, I’m getting it now. If I wanted attention, I have all of his.
Only it’s not quite what I thought it would be.
Harry stands and walks over to me. He towers over me, strong and huge. His yellow eyes burn into my brown ones as he glares at me.
“I will not tolerate disrespect, Aislin.”
I look at the floor.
“Sorry,” I mumble, and I blush a thousand shades of red. I’m suddenly completely embarrassed. Harry has done a lot for me. A
lot
. He saved me from my home planet and managed to make me feel welcome despite being completely alien to
him
. Now I repay him with what? Sarcasm and impatience? He doesn’t need that from me.
More importantly, he’s
not
going to put up with that from me.
“Go to your room,” he says.
“What?” I look up at him. Is he serious? He’s going to send me to bed like a hot tempered child?
The look he shoots me when I question him immediately silences me and I stand up to leave. As I reach the store, I hear his voice, strong and steely.
“Aislin, when you get to your room, you will strip, and you will wait for me.”
I feel his breath at my back, on the top of my neck, his body just inches from mine. I can’t move. I won’t move as I wait for the rest of his instructions.
“And if you touch yourself before I arrive, you’ll have much more than embarrassment to deal with.”
I hear his footsteps as he retreats, and I silently walk to my bedroom. I like living on the ship and in only a short week, I’ve managed to become quite comfortable with the layout of the place, but right now, I feel like humiliated, embarrassed, and ashamed of myself. I’m too upset to think about how amazing living in space is as I make the way back to my tiny room.
Why did I talk back?
I get to my room and take off my thin, white dress. We still haven’t had time to buy me any real clothes, so I’ve been stuck wearing what Harry has on board. Unfortunately for me, that means a dress.
And
only
a dress.
I plop down on the bed to wait. The mattress is more comfortable than anything I’ve ever slept on before, but even the comfort afforded me here doesn’t take away the thought that I’ve disappointed Harry.
What is he going to do when he comes to me?
We’ve had sex a few times. He’s tied me up and fucked me. He’s bent me over a chair and thrust his cock into me until I cried out for mercy. He’s made me beg. He’s made me cry. He’s made me feel everything and nothing all at once.
And now he’s making me wait.
And I think the waiting is the hardest part of this.
Desire is creeping over me, threatening to take over, but still I wait in the silence, in the darkness of space, until my Master returns to me.
Somehow I know that as soon as he’s touching me, I’ll forget all about my disobedience.
I’ll forget about how embarrassed I was when he looked at me.
I’ll forget about how much it hurts to have him disappointed in me.
The temptation to touch myself rises. What if I just get started without him? What if I just rub my thighs together, just a little? That won’t count. It couldn’t. He can’t get mad over something so simple, something so small, right?
Rolling my eyes, I try to stop talking to myself and just focus on being. The entire ship is silent. In my room, I can hear nothing. Not the whir of the engines or the shifting of gears. I can’t hear storms or rain or voices or cars. I can’t hear anything. I hear nothing. I am immersed in silence, in darkness.
And it’s all for him.
Harry does not knock on my door when he arrives. He’s never knocked. It’s his ship. He doesn’t need to knock. He just waltzes in like he owns the place, which he does.
When he sees me sitting on the bed, naked, waiting for him, he frowns.
“What are you doing?” He barks.
I jump, surprised at his outburst.
“Waiting. Like you said. You said to wait.”
“Yes,” says Harry. “I said to wait for me. I didn’t tell you to relax until I come to you. I said,
wait.
”
He grabs me and yanks me to the floor, then pushes me down so I’m kneeling in front of him.
“Hands behind your back,” he says, and I obey immediately. I grab my hands and push them behind me, which forces my tits out in front of me. I glance down at myself, surprised at how seductive this position makes me appear.
“You look gorgeous,” he says, his voice softer now. “Just the way I want you.”
I smile, pleased with myself. I’m not a great submissive partner. I’m not even a good one. I get that. And to be honest, the parameters of my relationship with Harry have never been defined. After all, I’m technically his captive, though he promises to return me to Earth next year. I don’t expect him to treat me like a girlfriend, or with romance, or to profess his undying love for me, but I like the way he makes me feel.
I feel good when I’m around him. Strong. Confident. Seductive.
Even now, as he stands over me, his muscular form watching my every breath, I can’t help but wonder what he has in store for me.
“When I tell you to wait for me,” Harry breathes, “this is how I expect you to wait.” He pushes a foot between my knees and nudges my thighs apart, so they’re spread. “Like this,” he says. “I want to see your wet pussy. I want to see you dripping for me. I want to see your tits perky and ready for my mouth. I want every inch of you, Aislin.”
I nod.
“What was that?”
“Yes, Master,” I murmur.
“That’s right, Aislin. I am your Master,” Harry tells me sternly. He walks to the dresser and pulls out the top drawer. I know it’s the one that holds an assortment of whips, toys, and random alien sexware that I’m not familiar with. He pulls out a long, thick object. It looks almost like a dildo, but it’s glowing.
“Glow-in-the-dark?” I ask, but he shoots me a look that reminds me to stay silent. I grudgingly oblige.
I stay in the same position on the ground: hands behind my back, knees apart. Harry walks over and knees in front of me. Then he presses the dildo against my breasts. Waves of heat immediately rush through me. I want to ask what’s happening. I want to ask where it came from, but I can’t.
All I can do is close my eyes and enjoy the moment.
“Eyes open,” he reminds me. His voice is gentle this time, not mean, but I know that he expects immediate obedience when he gives me an order.
I open my eyes.
Waves of warmth rush through each part of my skin that the toy touches. Harry lazily runs the toy from one nipple to the next, down the curve of my hips, then back up to each nipple. He takes his time covering my body with warmth, making me feel completely awake and completely alive.
Is this what I’ve been missing?
Though I’ve only been with Harry a short while, I can’t believe just how quickly he has learned his way around my body. He pushes me in ways I don’t expect, but he also seems to know exactly what it takes to make me cum, to make me scream.
No Earth-guy has ever been able to make me wriggle with satisfaction the way he has.
Part of me doesn’t want to ever think about returning.
I stare into Harry’s eyes as he continues to run his toy over me.
“What’s it called?” I ask, finally. My words break the silence and hang in the air for a moment. I wonder if he’s going to yank me over his knee and spank me for disobeying him, but I need to know. I need a word for this toy, for this experience, so I can process it in my head.
“Geolu,” he says finally, still running it along my body. “From Glowan. It’s a heat world.” He’s explaining it, but I don’t understand. A heat world? What’s that? Is the world on fire?
“Relax,” Harry’s voice comes again, smooth and strong. “And breathe. You’re worrying too much about the geolu, pet. You need to focus on the pleasure.”
“But-“
“Hush. The Glowanians are a kind people. Their world is one of pleasure and excitement. They use heat for energy, for fuel, for pleasure. Thus the title ‘heat world.’ Their world is not on fire. It has seasons, just as yours does. The geolu is their best invention. It was designed to help ill patients heal quickly, to give them pleasure to keep fighting.” He pauses and smiles. “The use is now a bit more widespread than that, as you can imagine.”
I’m breathing heavily now, wondering exactly how much heat I can take before my mind leaves my body and I explode into ecstasy. Harry has been careful to keep the geolu away from my clitoris and my pussy, but it doesn’t matter. I’m wet, soaked, and aching.
I wonder if he’s going to use it inside of me.
I don’t have to wait long to find out.
