“So strange that your hair holds so much water,” I hear him say as if to himself. When he sees that my eyes are open, he smiles.
“Raf’ere,” I say, not sure of what I want to tell him.
Thanks for the mind-blowing orgasm? Does this mean I’m upgraded from hostage to fuck buddy?
Instead, all I get out is, “I should get dressed.” I’m suddenly hyper aware of my nakedness.
He shakes his head slowly.
“But we aren’t done yet.” His voice is as smooth as silk.
“We aren’t? I mean…I’m done—do you need help being, um…done?” I say, unsure of if I’m ready to “help” the duke in that department. It’s not that I’m unwilling, I just don’t know the first thing about getting an alien off. And after the performance Raf’ere just gave, I’d have to give it my all.
“Marta, when the time comes you’ll be begging for the chance to please me…but this is about you. No reciprocation needed.” The cockiness drips off his words.
“I’ll beg you? I doubt it…” I say, a little unsure of myself. “But if that’s not it, what do you mean we’re not done?” Maybe it’s some post-coital haze, but I’m still confused.
“You still haven’t begged me to stop, so I say we aren’t done yet.” He stands. My cheeks heat as I realize that he’s still naked.
Although the lighting is dim, I can make his cock out more clearly than before.
It’s huge, bigger than any human’s I’ve ever seen. It bobs, standing out proudly as his balls hang heavy below. It’s incredibly textured and looks more vascular than a human’s. The head has the same soft flexible spines, just like his ear frills.
Then, right above his shaft, where you might expect there to be hair on a human, is a strange little cupped bit of flesh. I wonder what that does—
“Eyes up here, Marta.” He mimes the same motion I did in the chapel. Raf’ere slides open his bedside drawer and chuckles. “You’ve already been playing with my toys?” he asks, surveying the mess I made of his nightstand earlier.
“I was just being nosy…” I breathe, the anticipation that I might get to learn what all these weird alien sex toys are for makes my pulse quicken.
“Do you know what this is?” he asks, holding up the silver collar. A slow smile spreads across his face.
“You got a deal on chokers at the mall?” I raise my brows.
“No. It’s a nerve stimulation collar.” He leans over me, his broad body blacking out any of the light from above and his eyes light up with excitement. “Can I show you?”
“Sure,” I say under my breath, trying to ignore his hard cock as it presses against my leg.
“You can tell me to stop at any time, and I will,” he says more seriously. “Do you understand?”
I nod and lift my head as he unlatches the clasp on the back, giving him room to secure it around my neck. As the metal clicks, it sends a shiver down my spine and my chest arches up. Raf’ere traces a finger down my neck, like he doesn’t want to stop touching me.
“I haven’t even turned it on yet. Behave.” He shushes me and backs up, the small remote in his hand. “But don’t hold back once I hit start, there’s no fun in that.”
He grins as he clicks the button. Every nerve in my body fires at once. A tingling sensation almost like electricity spreads through me, and my nipples and clit feel like the only available exit points for the charge. The vibration sensation amplifies in my erogenous zones. My arms and legs shoot straight, and I grip the sheets with everything I’ve got. I make mewling noises as they’re the only sound my overloaded nervous system can produce.
But just as suddenly as it starts, it stops, and I’m left breathless.
“Maybe you’d like to warm up a bit?” I hear his voice, and he clicks the remote again.
The collar’s former tingling sensation is replaced by ebbing waves of heat. My tense muscles relax as some neural heating pad is applied to my body.
Raf’ere grabs something else from the drawer and hovers over me again.
“Just a small pinch,” he says, clipping something onto one of my nipples and then the other. He’s right, there’s a slight pinch—but the constant pressure on my already sensitive nipples feels amazing.
So that’s what that weird chain was for.
“That feels really good,” I coo.
