Her Alien Commander (13 page)

She stiffened and her gaze hardened into a glare. “I know that,” she replied. “I’m a scientist too.”

Her vehement assertion gave him a moment’s pause. He hadn’t even asked her what her role was on the
Luminaire
, or if she’d possessed any specialist skills. He should have. Baren was right to challenge his assumptions about this little human.

“I see. What branch of the sciences?” He rolled the beads between his hands as he regarded her upturned face.

“I am a life scientist,” she replied, a hint of pride in her tone. “I have some medical training but I specialise in botany, particularly in artificially induced photosynthesis. Or, I did…”

“I see. I don’t suppose there’s much call for rendering dead planetoids capable of sustaining life, not on a pirate craft.” The sustainable production of oxygen from plant-based life forms was key to establishing colonies on worlds previously deemed uninhabitable. As home worlds had become more populous all over the known galaxies,
this process was of crucial importance and Phahlen knew it to be one of the fastest growing areas of scientific study. “How long since you practised?”

“Three years. But I always liked to download the latest articles and studies, and keep abreast of new developments. I haven’t lost touch. Or I hadn’t, until I ended up with the Galeians.”

“Did you tell them of your skills? They could have used you down on three seven nine.”

“They never asked me. Just as you didn’t.”

Ouch
. He acknowledged her barb with a slow nod. He deserved her censure and resolved to take a keener interest in his human captive… in her mind and intellect as well as her body. In truth, a botanist with her credentials, especially backed up by a little medical knowledge, would be an asset on board the
Empyrean
too. But that was for another occasion. Here, now, he had work to do.

“My apologies, Caria. That was an oversight and I regret it. Now, where were we?” He dropped his gaze to the beads still in his hand, then lifted it to meet her eyes again. “Are you wet, Caria?”

“I… no, of course not!”

He leaned in to murmur in her ear, “Are you quite sure about that? I do intend to check.”

“Why would I be wet? I hate you, and I hate this.”

“Spread your legs for me.”

“No.”

“Oh, Caria, that was silly.” He dropped the beads beside her, then walked around the bed, forcing her to twist her body in order to keep him in sight. He noted her complexion paled again when he picked up the paddle from a low table. He allowed it to dangle from his hand as he returned to stand in front of her. “Just three strokes I think, to remind you of the need to obey.”

She quickly adjusted her legs to place her knees wide apart. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean… please…”

“You’ll find you’re able to turn around. That ring above you swivels. So if you would present your bottom to me, please, we’ll get this over with and back to our little game.”

“Sir. Commander, please…”

“Now, Caria, or the count goes up.”

He twirled his index finger before her face to emphasise his instruction. Caria whimpered as she turned her back on him.

“Good. Now lean forward and arch your back. You may need to shuffle back toward me a little.”

Caria made no further protest as she got into position, presenting her delightful, heart-shaped bottom for him to punish. Phahlen couldn’t resist trailing a slow, sensuous caress across first one smooth cheek then the other. He traced the marks from yesterday, but wouldn’t punish the same spots today. He regretted that this was necessary at all, but obedience was a firm requirement and he was not about to compromise.

He picked his spot and swung the paddle. The implement was harsh, or could be if used with real intent. His purpose here was merely to remind her who was in control and that obedience was required. He softened the blow accordingly, but still the hard wood connected across both buttocks at once. Caria yelped, but held her position. Phahlen was proud of her as he adjusted his stance in readiness for the next stroke. That one also caught both cheeks, a little lower than the first. She cried out that time, but remained still.

He shifted again, this time in order to afford himself a decent view of her pussy, glistening between her thighs. His little human might be hurting, frightened, and no doubt bitterly resentful, but she was dripping wet. Her arousal coated her pink folds, the moisture there proclaiming her heated desire whatever denials she might utter.

He delivered the final stroke across her thighs, and he knew that last one really hurt her. She let out an agonised scream and continued to sob even after he tossed the paddle to the floor. She made no attempt to straighten, another promising sign that she was learning her place here.

Phahlen reached for her shoulders and eased her upright, then he turned her in his arms and sat on the bed as he pulled her against his chest. She came to him, pliant and unresisting, her face pressed into the front of his tunic as he wrapped his arms around her slim waist. He held her until her sobs subsided and her shoulders stopped heaving, and only then did he tip her face up with his fingers.

“Are you ready to continue?”

“Yes, sir,” she sniffled. This time she spread her knees wide with no further instruction from him. He was pleased, and maybe a little relieved that she had opted to attract no further punishment, at least not yet.

Phahlen collected the beads in his hand again and squeezed them to reduce the temperature. He contemplated instructing her to resume her previous position but decided against it. For this first time he preferred to be able to see her eyes and gauge her response there. Despite her obvious wetness he opted to smear a generous amount of lubricant over the beads. She watched him, her stare wide-eyed.

“The lube will provide some insulation, but these are going to feel cold when I put them inside you.”

“Why? I mean…”

“This is all about sensation, Caria. And I promise, you’ll appreciate my cock even more after this.”

She pressed her lips together, wisely refraining from offering any comment. Phahlen checked the temperature of the balls, a manageable minus two degrees in Earth measurements. He slid his hand between her thighs and found she was if anything even wetter than before. He pushed two fingers inside her to find she was hot and beautifully moist, and just about tight enough to hold the beads in an upright position. Provided she made an effort.

He withdrew his fingers, then parted her pussy lips. He reached for the beads and placed the smallest one at her entrance. She jerked hard.

“Shit, that’s cold, sir.”

“I know. I want you to squeeze hard around these as I insert them. If you drop them, they’ll go straight back in and then I’ll expect you to hold them for even longer. You really should try to get this right the first time.”

“I… I thought you just wanted a baby. Why do you need to do this? You could just fuck me.”

“Ah, but Caria, this way is so much more pleasurable.”

“For you, maybe…”

“We’ll discuss it afterwards, when you’re in a better position to judge. Are you ready?”

“Yes. No, I mean…”

“Remember, squeeze.” He pushed the first bead past her entrance to nestle inside her slick warmth.

Caria squealed and wriggled hard. The bead popped straight back out again.

“Oh, dear—”

Caria cut him off before he had chance to complete his sentence. “I’m sorry. It was a shock. Please, I know what to expect now. Can we try again?”

He narrowed his eyes at her.

“Please, sir. Please…”

He relented. “Hold still. And squeeze when I tell you to this time.”

She nodded, chewing on her lip again. Phahlen opened her pussy with his fingers and slid the bead back inside. This time her features contorted as she clenched around it, but the bead remained in place.

“Good. Now hold it there.”

Caria nodded, her eyes squeezed shut. Phahlen pressed the next bead inside, and the next.

“Okay?”

“No. It feels horrible.”

“Do you mean it feels uncomfortable, little human? Horrible would suggest this is causing you a lot of pain. Is it actually hurting you?”

“No, not hurting… but uncomfortable, yes. Very fucking uncomfortable. How… how long?”

“Three more to go. These last ones are bigger so they’ll be easier for you to grip.”

He didn’t waste time. The fourth and fifth beads followed the first three, leaving just the final, largest one to complete the set. He turned the remaining bead between his fingers, causing the rest of the chain to move too. Caria groaned.

“Liking that?”

“It feels strange, sir. But not so cold now.”

“I could reduce the temperature a little more…”

“No, please don’t do that.”

He chuckled as he pushed the last one home, then followed with his fingers to make sure they were positioned deep inside her pussy. “Three minutes, then I’ll take them out. You need to squeeze around them to make sure they don’t fall.”

Caria peered up at him, her features intent but not pained. He smiled at her.

“So, now I just need to find something to amuse you while we wait.” He produced the tiny vibrator that he’d used to such devastating effect yesterday. “Perhaps this,” he suggested.

Caria groaned as he pressed the vibrating bullet hard against her clit. “Don’t, sir… I can’t—”

“Squeeze hard, little Caria. Concentrate.”

She tried. He had no doubt of that. Her slender body writhed within the restraints as though she might escape the inexorable pressure against her clit. She whimpered, pleading with him to stop as she fought the mounting arousal that would seize control of her muscles if she surrendered to it.
When
she surrendered.

It was just a matter of time, though she did better than he’d expected. She managed to get well into the third minute before she succumbed. Her pussy contracted, her body spasmed, and as she relaxed the inevitable happened. The beads slipped into Phahlen’s waiting palm. They were still cool, but their temperature had been raised by her body. He contemplated making good on his threat to push them back inside her, but decided against it. They had done their work. He put the vibrator aside and undressed fast.

Caria’s eyes never left his cock. He’d been hard almost since the moment he entered his quarters and it was a relief to lose his uniform at last. He gave her plenty of time to look her fill before he knelt before Caria on the bed. She winced as he reached around to grasp her bottom. The stripes left by her strapping earlier would be sore, he knew, but he made no allowance for that. A punishment was meant to hurt. He lifted her and placed her on his lap, facing him with her thighs straddling his.

“Lift up,” he commanded her softly.

Caria took her weight on her knees and raised her body above his. Phahlen angled his cock to place the head at her entrance. “Down. Hard.”

She sank onto his cock, though he might have preferred her to do so with a little more force. Still, she was new to his requirements and he appreciated her obedience. He held her hips in a firm grip and thrust upwards to ensure she benefited fully from his preparations.

“Oh! Oh, sir …” She started to convulse around him at the first stroke. “You’re hot. It’s too, too—”

“Intense?”

“Yes,” she moaned as her head fell forward and she rested her face on his shoulder. “Oh, yes…”

Phahlen continued to lift her then pull her back down onto his cock, impaling her there. He matched her down stroke with an upward thrust of his own, loving the way her naked breasts rubbed against his chest as they moved together. Caria moaned, and her cunt tightened around him. Her inner walls were cool but heating up fast and the contrast between her chill and his heat was soon diminished. But the sensation while it lasted was sublime.

She orgasmed first, her pussy quivering as she came on his cock. His own climax was close when he reached up to disengage the restraints securing her wrists. Caria collapsed against him and he held her close as he lowered her to the bed, then drove his cock deep for one final thrust. Ribbons of hot semen streamed from his balls and along his shaft to fill her tight channel. Her pussy milked him, drawing every last drop of his seed from him. Her wrists were still bound together, but she looped them behind his neck to hold him close when he would have rolled onto his side.

The weight of his lower body pressed against hers, his cock still hard and buried in her to the hilt. He took the weight of his upper body on his elbows and dropped a kiss on her nose.

She opened her eyes. “How do you do that? Are all Vahleans so, so…?”

“Inventive?”

“Yes, I suppose you could describe it that way. On Earth we just call it being kinky.”

“I am the only Vahlean you need worry about. And no, not all of us enjoy the same games. I like sex to be edgy and a bit rough sometimes. I enjoy using toys and I love to hear a woman squeal. You shall become accustomed to it.”

“I think I already am, sir. Apart from the spankings, and the paddle.”

“You know how to avoid punishments, you have only to do as you’re told. So, can I assume you enjoyed my latest little toys after all, despite all the fuss you made?”

“Maybe. Not at first, but… I didn’t make a fuss.”

He withdrew his cock and thrust it deep again, rolling his hips to grind against her. “Not as much as you might have, I grant you that. I am starting to suspect you might be quite a kinky little thing yourself. Now, since you so clearly appreciate my efforts, can I suggest you hook your ankles together behind my waist and hold on. We are nowhere near finished yet.”

Chapter Eight

The next few weeks settled into a routine of sorts. Like the rest of his crew, Phahlen spent ten hours on duty and ten hours off. Permanently on call, occasionally his down time would be interrupted and he would need to return to the bridge to deal with one minor crisis or another, but for the most part Baren handled everything and Phahlen was able to spend his off duty time in his quarters. He required little sleep, a couple of hours at most, often less. This was a characteristic Caria had learned was common among his race, and it meant that Phahlen had plenty of spare time to spend with her. For those hours Caria tended to find herself naked and tied to his bed, a position she discovered was rather to her liking.