The weariness in her eyes calls to me, beckons me to gather her into my arms and simply hold her. “Then no one will find out. If me obeying you is vital to your success here, then I’ll obey you. In public, I will be the paragon of obedience. I can even fool everyone into thinking I like you commanding me, if that’s what’s needed. However, I can be whatever you need me to be here in the safety of these bedrooms.”
“You know nothing about what I want or need,” she lashes out as tears gather in her eyes. “You’re just a human.”
This time, I slam her against the wall and slant my lips over hers. For a moment, she protests. Her body tightens against mine as she shoves against me. All too soon, however, she goes limp, confirming my original suspicions.
“Don’t underestimate me, Mistress Rancher,” I breathe against her lips. “I earned my living by reading people and knowing what made them happy.”
“This makes no sense.”
“It doesn’t have to.” A wry chuckle hums in my throat. “I’m still trying to figure out my role in all of this. Between the two of us, I find I’m far more likely to be off kilter here.”
Her soft sigh grazes my face like a gentle caress, making everything clench up. “You are not the only one with no knowledge of what to do or what your purpose is,” she murmurs, her gaze drifting down to the floor. “As the first human male here on Icora, we’re all learning what purpose you can have. Besides sexual that is.”
“I can handle sexual.” For a moment, my gut clenches as I realize I’m back in the same role I was down on Earth.
Granted, this time, I’m actually giving my body instead of just my likeness to a magazine, but it’s all the same. No real purpose except to look pretty and smile like a docile, chastised puppy.
“But that’s not why I want you,” she groans, threading her fingers through her hair. “At least not initially. The fact that you are pleasing to the eye and have a charismatic way about you is a bonus, but doesn’t satisfy my need.”
At her words, my pulse quickens a touch. Could it be I’ve misread the entire situation? “Tell me, celestial goddess. What is it you truly need?”
Is it my imagination, or do her eyes dilate just a touch more? Unwilling to leave anything to chance, I lean in again and capture her lips with mine. It doesn’t matter to me that it keeps her from talking. To be honest, we’ve already said too much as it is.
I’d much rather feel her lips lower, sucking me dry. Better yet, I’d rather have mine buried between her legs. Wrenching my mouth away from hers, I grab her by the waist and drag her over to the bed.
Her breasts heave under the shiny, alien material stretching over them, drawing my gaze to the metallic zipper gleaming like pure silver in the overbearing suns. She doesn’t say a word as I lean forward and grasp the tiny tab between my teeth and pull down.
“P- please,” she whimpers, finally moving back from me. “I’ve been outside working. I stink. At least allow me to cleanse the day off of me before we do anything else.”
“I can’t let you do that.” A soft growl reverberates through the air as I slide my body on top of hers.
It’s like I’m possessed, consumed, unable to think of anything else other than the sweet smell of her skin peppered with the nostalgic scent of my childhood. Only, the feelings I have now feel far more raw and explicit than when I was younger. Nothing is the same, and yet, somehow, everything is.
Dragging my nose down her neck and to the valley of her breasts, I inhale her scent and pull it deep into my lungs. The things she makes me feel are just as otherworldly as this strange planet. Here, there’s no thought of what comes next. It’s the primal joining of two beings separated by space and time.
Each inhale is laced with her intoxicating scent, and it makes my head spin. Perhaps I’m still woozy from whatever it is they did to me. Perhaps it’s just her. Perhaps it’s my brain understanding the inevitable—that this could very well be my home for the rest of forever.
Either way, there’s no longer a sense of anger or fear. All I want to do is wrap myself up in her. It’s an obsession, a madness, a longing I’ve never known before.
For the first time in a long time, I finally feel clear-headed. There’s nothing muddling my senses. Somehow, it’s as if I’m finally living for the first time.
It’s not just her. It’s everything. It’s this planet. It’s the very air I breathe. It’s her scent that keeps me locked into this odd dichotomy where I’m torn between two worlds—my past and my very real present.
She smells like forbidden nights out in the barn with only the hay to cushion me as my flavor of the week rode my cock.
She smells like nights out by the bonfires while the stars twinkle in the heavens above.
She smells like bad decisions, too much whiskey, and addiction.
She smells dangerous.
I tug at the zipper and follow it down, kissing every bit of skin I can that’s revealed to me. If this is going to be another one of those bad decisions, then I might as well let it envelop me fully. With this Mistress Rancher, there will be no halfway. I can already tell it’s a fully in or fully out situation.
There’s a pain there lurking behind her eyes. It’s a longing I’ve seen in so many of the submissives I’ve played with. Exhaustion lines her face, not allowing her smile to fully meet her eyes. She’s pinched, stilted, and unable to blossom into the woman she truly can be, the woman I can give her the freedom to allow herself to be.
Even if it’s just here in the safety of this bedroom, I can give it to her. And in return? Unfortunately, I’m not able to think that far ahead. I’m so consumed in the here and now.
As the zipper reaches the end, I find I’m still thwarted by this ridiculous outfit. Rising on my palms, I hover over her as she works her arms out of the tight fabric so she can shimmy it down her body. There’s a desperation to her movements that thankfully seems to match my own.
