Heat fans across my face as I look over my shoulder at him. “It was an experiment.”
“Oh? And was it successful?” With every step he takes toward me, my pulse pounds in time. “Shall I reciprocate? Do a little experimentation of my own? Or is that not why I’m here?”
“No,” I cry out even as my body demands his. “You’re a mistake.” The look on his face guts me, slices me to the core. “No wait! That’s not what I meant.”
“Then please, enlighten me.”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
ETHAN
Could I have really misread things so wrong? I was sure she wanted me. I was convinced she desperately wanted me to grab her and make her mine.
While she was under me, her body melted, as if a great weight were lifted off her shoulders. But to find out that I’m just a mistake? She doesn’t really want me here?
“We’re still trying to figure out how you came aboard our ship. Normally we only take females so we can milk them.”
Shock floods my brain for a moment. Now the terms bull and cow are making a lot more sense. Though how they plan to get milk from me is a sight waiting to be seen.
However, it also puts the whole making me come the way they did into perspective as well. “Kinky.” It’s the only word I can summon as I try to make sense of what she’s telling me.
This time, it’s her turn to tilt her head to the side. “Kinky?” she repeats slowly. “I don’t have that word in my lexicon. You will define it for me, please.”
Another smile curves my lips as I step even closer to her. “Well, let’s see now.” With each step I take, she goes further away until her back is against the wall.
Unless I’m just completely misreading the situation, her eyes dilate as I draw her hands into mine and slide them up the wall to pin above her head.
“What are you doing?” she whispers, looking every inch like a lost little submissive desperate to be taken in hand.
“I’m showing you examples of kinky.”
“This still tells me nothing,” she cries out as her body wriggles against mine.”
“Patience. Allow me to collect my thoughts. Now then.” Dipping low, I run my lips along the smooth column of her neck while drinking in her intoxicating scent. “Other words for kinky. Deviant.” I brush a kiss along her pulse point. “Illicit.” I kiss her again. “Commanding. Controlling. Dominating.” Each word is punctuated with another kiss until she trembles beneath me.
“But most of all,” I continue. “It’s different for everyone. I enjoy being in control while I give pain to the person who submits to me. That makes me pretty deviant. Don’t you think?”
“A Painsmith,” she whispers, her eyes widening.
“Now it’s my turn to say, ‘I don’t understand’.”
“Some males on Icora dabble in the art of pain. Painsmiths, as they’re called. I have heard of them, but never knew for sure they existed. More so, I did not know humans were capable of such proclivities.”
“Oh, we’re capable of so many things. Do not underestimate us.”
Her pretty lips twist into a wry smile. “I am certainly adding to my education. But you don’t understand. I have to be in control. Not you. You cannot show any sign of hostility or any inclination that you will rise up. They will take you away and send you to the prison planets. They are horrific, to be sure.”
Leaning back, I cross my arms and look the alien up and down for a moment. “Tell me truthfully. Do you enjoy being in charge?”
She looks around for a moment, her eyes widening. “I have to.”
“Have to and want to are two vastly different things.”
“If they find out...”
“Do they monitor the rooms inside this house?”
“Not to my knowledge. If they did, many of the other Ranchers would be scandalized, to be sure.”
