Istare at the woman in front of me, my body locked in rigid shock. There’s no way any of this can be a dream or a hallucination. From what I understand, I can’t conjure up things I’ve never seen before. First the medication and then this nubile vision in front of me?
Even with her suit on, I can tell she’s curvy beyond compare. She’s certainly a photographer’s wet dream. Who am I kidding? She’smywet dream.
My cock pulses painfully between us as she kneels down to the ground. Part of my brain screams out to reject her advances, seeing as all of this is under duress, but let’s face it. She’s the hottest woman I’ve seen, even with her blue skin and luscious navy lips.
“I do not wish to hurt you, human. Please, tell me how to pleasure you.”
There’s something in her voice, something soft and vulnerable. It cries out to me, demanding I drag her to the ground and show her who’s really in charge. But then, I’m not.
As much as I want to dominate her, to hear her cry out my name on parted lips, I’m not in control. From the moment Iwoke up on that weird ship, I lost all my control. Alien. That’s the only explanation for what’s going on with me. It’s certainly more palatable than a nervous breakdown.
I study the alien kneeling before me, noting the hitch in her breath, the way her breasts heave as she looks up at me with a longing I’ve never seen on a woman before. She wants this. I know she does. But how will this work if she commands my very speech, my very way of being?
Still though, it wouldn’t hurt to try to see if there’s a crack in her armor, something I can use as leverage to leave this place.And then what? My brain whispers to me in that low, insidious voice that I’ve come to detest.Where will you go?
Ketamine and lorazepam. Two drugs that shouldn’t be in my system. I know I was self destructive on Earth, but I also know what I put into my body. I’ve never touched those drugs. I only ever tried to destroy myself with alcohol and then took Xanax at Jeffrey’s insistence.
Pain slices through my skull as I try to get my brain to work. Nothing and everything make sense at the same time, but none of it wants to go in an orderly fashion. A soft growl flits from my lips as I rush forward and tackle this so-called Mistress Rancher to the ground.
A soft shout peppers the air, but it sounds far more like a moan than any actual cry for help. I stare down at her, my balls tightening even more to the point where I’m worried I’ll be permanently damaged soon. Could it be she does actually like this?
As much as I’ve wanted to indulge these darker urges of mine, I’ve never had the chance. Models care so much about their looks that I don’t even dare to touch them in any other way than handling them as if they were peaches—so luscious yet easily bruised. The Mistress Rancher beneath me looks up at me in what I can only say is awe.
It’s a feeling that allows air to fill my lungs for the first time since waking up in a strange place. This feels so normal, so right. Despite the fact that she’s very much an alien, I feel as if I belong here with her. It must be something they put in my brain when they made it so I can understand what they’re saying.
Nothing else makes sense. I should be disgusted with her, with all of this. But I’m not. Psychotic break it is then. If I’m to be locked up in a padded room, I might as well enjoy the ride.
“I’m stronger than I look, Mistress Rancher,” I breathe against her skin before trailing my lips up her neck. “Can you really take me on?”
At once, she stills beneath me. Her lips screw up into a fierce frown. Somehow, it takes very little effort for her to shove me off. Groaning, I lie over onto my side and roll up into the fetal position as shakes wrack my body. Something is wrong. Something is very, very wrong.
“Listen here, bull,” she hisses, leaning so close to me that her breasts brush my shoulder. “I am the one in charge. You are not. You better hope I decide to relieve you after that stunt you pulled.”
“You- you liked it,” I rasp out, clutching my shoulders as the shaking gets worse.
“What’s wrong?” It’s as if a different person takes her place.
For all her blustering and high-handed ways, she’s tender when I show any sign of discomfort. Though I revel in the way her hands run up and down my body, I detest the hot and cold nature to which I’m afflicted. Honestly, despite all that, I just want to get off and go to sleep.
With gentle hands, she helps me turn over onto my back. Movement of any kind causes pain to twist and contort my body. It’s not the blue balls, but it doesn’t help any.
“Please,” she murmurs. “Instruct me.”
“Permission to touch you?”
“Always,” she breathes.
My gaze catches hers as silence stretches out between us. I’m not sure if she actually wants to take it back or not, but the words are out there. I reach out my hand and lay it flat, waiting for her to put hers in mine.
A ragged groan slips past the barrier of gritted teeth as I wrap her palm around my shaft. She can barely close her fingers around all of me. It feels like heaven and hell all in one breath.
Pain splinters along my shaft as I move her hand up and down in easy, gentle motions. No matter how soft I keep her touch, each stroke jerks my balls, causing an unholy amalgamation of pain and pleasure. I can tell she’s trying to be gentle, though, and that means the world to me right now.
In some ways, I’m used to this. I’ve gotten off when suffering like this before. But now, the discomfort is nearly triple what I’ve dealt with before. It must be because everything is so much bigger. It only stands to reason that I’d feel the agony that much more.
Letting go of her hand, I lie back against the soft grasses and close my eyes. Her movements are flawless, stroking and twisting in a way that has the pleasure edging out the pain until I’m nearly humming with unspent need. Precum drips from my tip and coats her hands, providing a bit of lubricant as she moves.
After a few more strokes, she stops and leans down, putting her lips against my sensitive tip. The first lick is tentative, as if she’s not sure what I’ll taste or feel like. The next lick is a bit more exploratory as she drags her tongue over my slit and gathers up the precum as it leaks out of me.
