I knelt there for a long time, completely still, and he didn’t move either. His fingers kept moving, slow and rhythmic, stroking from the crown of my head down to the nape of my neck. Over and over. Patient. Intentional.
Something in me went very quiet.
No one had ever cherished me like this. Handled me like a prize worth handling carefully.
I didn’t like what that thought did to me. So I filed it away and kept it there.
There was no doubt in my mind that was he was doing to me was arousing. I’d been a sopping wet mess for him in the market and even now, I could feel my wetness dripping from my body onto my thighs. At that moment, I decided I wanted to suck his cock. I wanted to please him.
I leaned forward, looking up at him as I did so. His ensuing grin was one of pride and it made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
He thrust forward gently at first, then more roughly as he claimed ownership of my mouth. He fucked me hard, reminding me of my place and I suckled his length, opening my throat as wide as I could for him. I twirled my tongue up and down his shaft, taking extra time to circle around the tip until he groaned softly with arousal.
He used me hard, but I gave into him then. I could feel my thighs quivering with desire, could feel the wetness dripping onto my folds and the desire beating hard in my chest. My body was hot, and my skin felt like it was on fire. I hummed with desire, taking joy in his pleasure and felt my clit pulse hard in response. My inner walls fluttered expectantly, my pussy achingly empty and wet with arousal.
My throat grew sorer with every thrust of his hips, but that didn’t matter. Pain and pleasure became one and the same and my body simmered with it, even as I suffered beneath him. I struggled to breathe at first, finally learning to time each breath with every plunge of his cock into my throat. I whimpered under his dominance, but I took everything he had to give me and more.
He groaned and then he pressed deep into my mouth, his cock forcing its way down into my throat and I whimpered, feeling it throb against my tongue. Just a second later, his hot seed spurted into the back of my throat and I struggled against it. He held me firmly in place though, pressing even deeper as he did so.
Finally, I swallowed around him, taking his warm seed into my belly like I knew he wanted me to. Spurts of cum rained against my throat and I did my best to take every last drop. Swallowing again and again, I took everything he gave me.
When he was done, he slowly pulled free from my mouth and I drew in a deep breath, one after another until I gathered myself once more. I watched him anxiously as he tucked his cock away, waiting for what was to happen next.
He would punish me for trying to bite him, wouldn’t he?
I waited, expecting him to reach for me and throw me across the bed and whip me again with his belt. Mentally, I prepared myself for more pain.
Instead, he leaned over me and untied my wrists. He took one and gently helped me to stand on my feet. I stared up at him, waiting for him to hurt me but the blow never came.
He smiled and I took a step back. He looked genuinely happy and that made me even more nervous but as I searched his unexpected expression, I realized that there wasn’t even an ounce of malice there. He even appeared to be proud.
“Aren’t you going to punish me for trying to bite you?” I finally ventured my disbelief more than clear in my tone.
He shook his head.
“No, I’m not going to punish you, my feisty little human,” he answered.
I just looked at him dumbly, not really believing his words. At any moment, I expected him to lash out, but he never did. He just smiled more warmly at me then.
“If you hadn’t have tried to fight back, at least a little, I would have been disappointed in you,” he replied, his voice warm.
I felt myself falter then. Up until that point, his rough use of my body had aroused me and that was it. Moments of kindness likethis though made me feel off-balance and I didn’t quite know how I felt about them. I stared back at him and it was then I realized that I might like him, at least just a little.
I turned away, wrapping my arms around my chest. This man had taken me and in a single afternoon, he’d turned my world completely upside down and I knew I’d never be the same. I knew that for the rest of my life, no man would ever come close to what he’d given me and that I’d always compare each and every one to this beast of an alien man.
I bit my lip and he reached for me. This time, I didn’t run or try to pull away. Instead, I allowed him to take me in his arms and hold me. The walls around my heart fractured just a little and I curled into his embrace, allowing myself to feel safe, at least for a little while.
“Come, let’s get you all washed up,” he whispered, his voice soft and comforting.
He gently took my fingers in his, clasping his hand protectively around mine and led me to a closed door not far from where we stood. He opened the dark wooden door, and I looked nervously inside.
Marble tiles lined the floor, large and rectangular with heavy gray veins running through each one. A large vanity and mirror were to the left and on the right was a glass-encased shower with multiple showerheads that appeared to mimic the rain. Next to the shower was a very deep jetted tub that looked large enough for at least four people Bane’s size.
He sat down on the side of the tub and turned on the water with the press of a button. The flow of water was fast but smooth and within a minute or two, the tub was almost full. He took a fewbottles off a nearby shelf and I watched as he poured several oils into the water.
The scent of roses filled the air and I sighed with pleasure. I hadn’t smelled anything that wonderful in a long time. Dryac was a gritty, dirty place but the life of a smuggler wasn’t exactly a nice and clean one.
In fact, I couldn’t really remember the last time I’d had a bath. Especially not one this nice in a place like this.
