Bound, Spanked and Loved: Fourteen Kinky Valentine's Day Stories (68 page)

Something in her felt like it had shattered into a million pieces. It must have been her anger, because as soon as she had the mental image of these three masculine aliens sitting in chairs and reading dating guides, she started laughing and couldn’t stop.

The oven timer beeped, indicating the garlic bread was ready, and she couldn’t even grab it because of the way she was holding her guts, as if she worried she might laugh them right out. “What’d you use?” she wheezed. “
How to Be the Alien of Her Dreams
?” She started laughing again. “
How to Make Her Think You’re ‘Out of This World’
?”

“Alright, I think—” Malo said, putting his hands out calmingly.

“One more,” she said, stifling her giggling just enough to say, “
Men are from Mars
?”

Eventually her laugher subsided, and she wiped her eyes, which had been watering, and rescued the garlic bread from the oven. “Alright, I’ll give you guys a break,” she told them. “I suppose if you’re reading about how to get with me, you must
really
be desperate.”

“We’re not desperate,” Dax grumbled, crossing his arms.

“Go on and sit down,” she invited, finally feeling like a weight had been lifted off of her. It was easier now that she had decided they were more nerds than they were aliens. “Dinnertime.”

“Thanks for cooking,” Malo said when they were seated and she was bringing the bowls of food to the table. “It smells delightful.”

“It better; I have a culinary arts degree from Le Cordon Bleu. The bread will knock your socks off,” she assured, then took a deep breath. If they wanted to act like some guys who had stopped in for dinner, then she was going to let them. It was better than Tick acting like an overzealous ladies’ man.

And when she let them, they did act somewhat normal. Their table manners were a little odd, but so were the table manners of most of the men she’d ever met. She had to teach them how to use forks and how to properly eat noodles, but she actually spent a lot of time laughing. They weren’t horrible, she decided, and in fact they acted quite decently.

She imagined that they were just lonely, which was a kick, since they were attractive guys. Probably if they stayed on a planet for just a couple of months they could have all gotten girls of their own, she realized. But they obviously still wanted
her
—which was humbling, since she’d never had a very good dating history. Her looks were ordinary. She was average height, average weight, and not particularly beautiful. She had never stood out much from the crowd, and she certainly had never had to beat men off of her with a stick before.

“So, how about some of that wine and we sit down together and watch a movie or something?” she asked them, ready to pretend that they were guys who lived next door if they were game.

“I still don’t know about giving her that stuff,” Dax replied grumpily as he looked across the table to Malo. “I don’t even think it’s a good idea for
us
.” He finally turned to Chloe and said, “We might say or do something you don’t like and then you’d
really
have issues with us.”

“Saying and doing stupid shit is half the fun,” she promised, grinning with excitement. She knew from experience that if someone was hesitating like this at the last moment, then whatever was on the table was going to be really good stuff. And she was ready for it. When he continued pursing his lips and looking at her with hesitancy, she told him, “Come on, Dax. I need to relax.”

“Alright,” he finally said, but still grumpily. He shoved himself up from the table, took the glasses Malo and Tick had pulled out of her cupboards earlier, and grabbed the strange-shaped bottle. “What’s the best human movie you’ve got?”

“This is a special occasion,” Tick laughed. “He’s actually going to hang loose. Doesn’t happen often, sweetheart. Consider yourself lucky.”

She was about to say how unsurprised she was that Dax was a guy who didn’t have much fun, since he gave off that sort of vibe, when she watched Dax pour just a mouthful—not even half of an ounce—into a glass and give it to her. He poured only an ounce into the other three. “That’s it?” she asked, unimpressed. It was a large bottle for such a small portion.

“Yeah. I have to work tomorrow,” he informed her unapologetically.

She raised her glass and put it to the light. It was a blue liquid that looked very much like mouthwash to her. She looked at his. “Why do I get so little?”

“Because you
are
little. At least compared with us. You’ll thank me tomorrow when you can walk rather than crawl into the shower in the morning,” he told her with a firm tone, although he was grinning teasingly.

She had her doubts, but as she continued to examine the liquid, Tick came to her side and clinked his glass against hers. “To us: the sexiest creatures on the ship,” he toasted, and then swung the glass up and gulped down the mouthful. He then made an ‘ahhh!’ sound and looked at the empty glass.

She finally put the liquid to her lips carefully, as if it could burn her. When it didn’t hurt her mouth, she opened her lips, let it in, and swallowed. She looked down, then looked around. There was a warmth traveling through her stomach, but nothing too out of the ordinary. She looked over at Dax and said, “I think you overreacted—Whoa!” She tripped and fell down onto the carpet in the living room. The carpet wasn’t as soft as it used to be—it was just as hard as the floor in the rest of the ship. “Oww.”

“See?” Dax reached down and pulled her easily up to her feet. “Told ya. It can certainly pack a bit of a punch.”

“I’ll never doubt you again,” she wheezed, her head beginning to swim. Dax patiently helped her over to the sofa, with a stance far steadier than her own.

Tick and Malo weren’t far behind. Malo pushed the ottoman up to the sofa, put her feet up on it, and pulled her shoes off. Tick positioned himself on one side of her, sharing her ottoman with his big, clunky boots, and pulling the throw off the back of the sofa before tossing it over both of them. Dax sat on her other side. For a moment, she felt lucid enough to worry that Malo had been left out. Where he was sitting seemed so far away from the rest of them. But he didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he seemed to be in a very pleasant mood.

The movie they were watching had always been one of her favorites, but tonight she felt it was especially good on its hundredth re-watch. She was certain she had never been in a better mood as she snuggled under a blanket with Tick like they were a couple who had been together for years, with her feet resting on Dax’s lap.

It wasn’t until halfway through the movie that Tick finally moved his hand underneath the blanket, cupping her thigh. It had been innocent in the beginning, since his hand rubbed at an area by her knee and very gradually worked its way up until it was on her inner thigh, under her skirt.

She didn’t make any moves to stop him. She felt like her breasts were going to explode if someone didn’t touch them soon. She had never been hungrier for touch and attention. She let Tick move his fingers underneath her panties, and he delved his finger into one of her folds, piercing into her wetness. She stifled a groan and then did something she’d never imagined doing: she ran her toe across the bulge in Dax’s pants.

He noticed immediately and looked at her with a dark, predatory look before he shifted closer and began to run his hands over her breasts until she groaned. When she did, he pushed her shirt up over her torso, followed by her bra.

She had never been so brazen and so hungry for attention before in her life, but then again, she’d never thought she’d enjoy the intimate attentions of three different men at once, none of whom seemed to be put off by each other.

Having finished baring her breasts, Dax brought his mouth close and teased one of her pink nipples with his lips until she arched her back.

She was in a haze, opening her thighs to them wantonly, until Malo knelt down on the floor at her feet and pulled her around so that she was splayed out in front of him. “Have you ever been taken by three men at once?” he asked her seductively, and then kissed her inner thigh.

Her stomach clenched as she thought about all that would entail; she hadn’t had that much experience with anal, and she couldn’t imagine that the sex he was talking about wouldn’t involve double penetration. “I haven’t had
two
men,” she admitted, feeling her cheeks blush with heat.

He frowned and glanced at the other two. “We’ll go slowly with you. Tonight you’ll climax for us. We’ll come to your bed one at a time, if you would like that?” he asked sensitively. In the back of her mind, she knew that he just didn’t want her to make any decisions she’d regret.

The tension in her stomach eased. “Okay,” she said, thankful.

He grinned and then kissed her entrance. The feeling of his lips against her sensitive clit made her moan, and as Tick took her mouth and Dax took her breasts, she thought she was in heaven. Everyone’s mouths and fingers seemed to be doing everything with a perfection she hadn’t experienced before, and before she knew it, she was at the pinnacle of ecstasy, her insides pulsing and screaming with pleasure.

When she came down from her orgasm, Tick pulled her off of the sofa and sat her on his lap, facing him. She felt that he had taken his cock out of his trousers and he was... packing. He kissed her until she found no objections to him putting himself inside of her.

She took all three of them, though not at once, until she literally passed out with pleasure.

She thought she would surely regret it all in the morning. When she woke up, however, she felt exhausted, but in all the best ways, and she was very surprised that she didn’t regret any of it. Not even one bit.

Maybe space wasn’t going to be so bad, after all.

*****

C
hloe had been a self-proclaimed space traveler for weeks now, and it was no longer strange to wake up with strong arms wrapping around her and a warm body pressed against her back. Every morning she woke up with one of her companions, and she could now tell them apart just by the feeling of their bodies and the sound of their breath against her hair.

Today was Valentine’s Day, and she had been dropping hints to all of them that she was expecting the day to get some recognition. She had told them about the holiday and groused how she had never had a date for it, and then went on to say how nice it was that this year she had
three
dates, not just one, and who would have ever thunk it.

The night before, however, she hadn’t even had the pleasure of Malo’s company, despite it being his turn to sleep with her. She had fallen asleep alone in front of her television watching what could only be described as alien soap operas, and was picked up into Malo’s arms and carried into the bedroom when he eventually did come in. They were both so tired that they’d gone straight to bed.

She listened as the body behind her changed in his breathing, signaling that Malo had just woken up. She hummed sleepily, breaking herself out of her morning doze. “When did you carry me to bed last night?” she asked him, stretching her arms over her head.

She felt Malo’s lips brush against her shoulder. “Late,” he said. “I had to make a conference call before we landed on Ethar.”

“Ethar?” she repeated, sitting up, suddenly filled with excitement. “We’re landing somewhere?” So far, the great changes in her life were limited to when she switched the scenery in other rooms so that she felt she was somewhere else, but that didn’t mean she didn’t actually want to explore other places, especially when the guys had told her so much about all the places they’d been.

“We’ve already landed,” he yawned, then seemed surprised when he opened his eyes again and saw her gaping at him.

“Really?” she asked, grinning and biting her lip, hoping that Valentine’s Day would end with a kick-ass date, tons of attention, and fun experiences on a whole new world.

“Don’t get too excited,” he told her. “I have a lunch meeting with an official here and then we’re heading on tomorrow morning. You are not to leave this ship.”

She suddenly had a horrible feeling he had picked up on none of her hints that what human girls really liked was to be spoiled on this day, every year, without fail.

She narrowed her eyes for a moment as she processed his words. Had she just been given
an order
? “Like hell I’m not!” she argued promptly. “I’m going with you guys!”

“There are about ten planets and a dozen more space stations that I wouldn’t let you set foot on,” he informed her, pressing himself up on his elbows and letting the blanket fall down across his well-defined chest. “I’m not even going to argue about it. It’s a safety concern. Calling this planet misogynistic would be an understatement.”

“So? I can handle that if it means I get to stretch my legs! I mean, you guys are misogynistic and I deal with the three of you on a daily basis,” she reminded him, rolling her eyes.

He sighed and shook his head. “First of all, what have we ever done that’s misogynistic?” he asked.

“Jesus, Malo, I still catch you reading those manuals trying to figure me out. That on its face is sexist. Second, you constantly slap my ass every damn day. You’re, like, constantly threatening to spank me like I’m a 1950s housewife or something! Didn’t your planet ever face a feminist revolution?”

“What?” he asked, scrunching his face like she was uttering complete gibberish he could barely discern. “No. Our population is one-sixth female. We treat females like gold in my culture, as we do
you
. And we threaten to spank you often because you love pushing our buttons, like you are now.”

She frowned and then lifted her chin aloofly. “Well, I didn’t ask to come along, you know.”

“I know. And we’re happy we forced you to, anyway. We really are. We’re just trying to keep you alive. So you’re staying on the ship today. Try to stay in your apartment.” She pouted at this, and he seemed to take this as a cue to try to get her to smile by leaning forward and reaching out to her with both arms. She wasn’t sure what his plan was until he pulled her whole body to him and sat her between his thighs. She could feel his stiff rod up against the side of her hip and squirmed.