“Are you?” he pressed.
“Yes, sir,” I wailed. “I understand! I understand!”
My body was quivering with the exertion from holding back my release. My core squeezed hard in a fluttering cramp, and I blinked back tears. I needed him to give me permission to orgasm so very badly. I wasn’t ready to get my bottom fucked, especially when I was still a virgin in the more traditional way.
“Good. I’m glad we’ve come to an understanding,” he chided slowly.
My breath hitched. I couldn’t stand this for much longer.
“Come for me, little one,” he demanded.
The moment the words rolled off his lips, my world exploded in a fiery display of mind-numbing pleasure. An endless wave of white-hot ecstasy blinded me as I writhed within its clutches. His hand held my wrists tight, pinning me down and forcing me to take every second of the pleasurable pain he was wrenching from me.
My screams tore out of my mouth, hoarse moans that spoke to the primal nature of the savagery of that second orgasm.
The first orgasm was pure pleasure. This one was anything but that.
It hurt, yet it was also incredibly delicious. My toes curled, reaching for the floor but not finding it. My fingers grasped at his wrist, holding on for dear life. The raw pleasure consumed me from within and cut through me like a knife.
Exquisite blissful agony flared through me again and again and by the time it finally began to fade, I felt like I’d been ravaged, my defenses obliterated.
My skin felt feverish, and I could feel the slightest hint of sweat brewing at my brow and down the expanse of my lower back. My heart drummed loud in my chest, and I did everything I could to just draw in one lungful of air after the next. When I’d finally gotten a handle on myself, I dipped my head forward and rested it on the loveseat.
He didn’t remove his fingers from my asshole.
The residual ache from it only seemed to grow more painful with each passing second. I struggled to bear it, but I didn’t complain because I was afraid that doing so would either earn another finger or worse, his cock, next.
Even though the thought scared me, there was a small part of it that intrigued me. Would it hurt to be fucked there? Would I like it?
I shivered.
“That’s a good girl,” he murmured and before I could stop myself, I smiled. A soft hum of satiation escaped me, and he very slowly started removing his thick digits. I moaned as each knuckle popped free until at long last, my naughtiest hole was empty once again.
It felt strange in a way. For some reason, I kind of wanted it back. I didn’t dare admit that out loud to him. I wouldn’t ever do that.
He released my wrists and I tentatively curled them back in front of me to hide them beneath my chest. He smoothed his palmover my bare bottom and made a noise that sounded like he was enjoying the sight of it.
It was then that I noticed the iron spike of his cock pressing against my hip. I swallowed anxiously as it dawned on me how very big it was.
What would it look like? Would it be a human cock? Would it be something more alien in nature?
Suddenly, I was desperate to see it. Right now, there was nothing more that I wanted other than to jump on top of his alien cock.
I hoped that he wouldn’t make me wait very long.
CHAPTER 4
Raiza
His arms surrounded me and lifted me up in his lap. For a few long minutes, he just held me and his tenderness in the whole thing caught me off guard. When the feeling finally returned to my legs, he brushed my hair out of my face.
“When you’re ready, you are going to get down on your knees for me,” he instructed, and I trembled a bit warily.
Slowly, I made myself obey him. My toes found the soft carpet beneath us, fluttering just a little as I climbed down. I took a deep shuddering breath as I knelt before him. I’d told myself I would never kneel for an alien. Apparently I’d been wrong about that too.
I watched as his hands hooked into the waistband of his pants.
He was wearing a thick black belt.
