Ever since Kate had tossed the coin, Ken had agonized over where he wanted to take her. Samala mentioned earlier that Mick was inquiring after the Valley of Lu-Ang, which had been his first choice, but since Mick had already chosen that destination, Ken realized he would have to think of someplace else.
“Can I get you anything more?” asked Samala, as he cleared Ken’s food from the table.
His thoughts broken, Ken’s attention returned to the moment. “Um, no, thank you.”
Samala was about to leave when a new thought occurred to Ken. “You say they did not stay in Lu-Ang for very long?”
“No. Less than half an hour by their reckoning.”
“Odd to go all that way and not enjoy it,” remarked Ken.
“I believe the human male had other things on his mind.”
The comment brought Ken no comfort. What was this strange feeling that had taken over him? Jealousy? Whatever it was, Ken didn’t like it at all. He knew exactly what he’d be doing to Kate right now if he had hold of her. And all his stupid angst about where he would take her on his night. Since when did he, Kandana, son of Otoro, have to wait for a woman to accept him?
Things were definitely changing in his world, and right now, Ken wasn’t sure he liked it.
“When he leaves her chamber, let me know,” said Ken.
“I believe he already has.”
“The human left her chamber just a short while after entering it.”
Long enough to fuck, Ken wondered? He didn’t voice his concern to his servant. In any case, Samala was smart enough to figure out his master’s feelings for himself.
“So she is alone there now?”
“Yes, as far as I’m aware.”
“Thank you. That is all.”
Samala retreated, and for a while Ken sat alone, thinking, with nothing but the chirp of Corollan crickets for company, or the occasional click or pulse of a bejeweled Corollan whale swimming too close to shore.
But Ken was never one to sit and reflect on things for too long.
The second his mind was made up, Ken rose and with long, purposeful strides sought out the guest quarters. Accustomed to being master of everything around him, he marched into her quarters without ceremony. He found her face down on her cot, reading something she must have ordered on her communicator because there were no books in her room.
Whatever it was about, it must have been engaging because Kate failed to notice Ken approach. She lay there on her belly, completely oblivious to him, swaying her legs back and forth, fully engrossed in the read. Like the predator he was, he came up behind her, and without a word he took hold of her ankles and dragged her down to the end of the cot.
“Wait, what the fuck, Mick—oh, Ken!”
His gaze fell on her backside where his name was emblazoned on her ass. She had put it there. No one had made her. It had been her choice and her choice alone. He dragged her down a little closer so her legs dangled precariously off the end. With one determined tug he tore through the fabric that barely concealed her flesh and exposed her entirely.
“What are you doing?” she gasped. “It’s not your night!”
“You like playing this game, don’t you?” said Ken, ignoring her while he traced the tattoo with his finger. “It amuses you, human, to think you have men at your feet, ready to do whatever it is you want them to do without ever having to give back.”
“Actually, no,” protested Kate. “That’s not true at all…”
But Ken was in no mood to hear her; she had kept him waiting too long and he was unused to denying himself so completely.
“I’ll play your silly games, Kate, but not tonight.” He began kneading her ass cheeks, pulling the flesh apart so her pussy and asshole were fully exposed to him. She groaned under his caresses. He slid a finger along her labia, causing her to gasp and arch, in spite of her protestations. His fingers were slick from her arousal.
“You want me as much as I want you,” he continued, pushing his fingers in and out of her cunt. Kate refused to answer but reached for a pillow and buried her head deep inside it. “Why do you hide your pleasure from me? I know you don’t want me to stop, do you, Kate?”
She shook her head, and held onto the pillow for dear life. “I am going to make you come,” he said, “but you are not allowed your release until I give you permission to do so. Is that understood?”
Enthralled by his caresses, Kate couldn’t speak but gave her assent in a series of frantic nods. How hot she was, and how easily his hand played the music of her vagina. Ken could make her do anything he wanted when she was like this, and that delighted him.
Ken swirled his hand around, feeling for that slightly rough patch behind her clit he knew would give her the most pleasure.
“You like this, don’t you, Kate!” he said.
She barely nodded and to remind her who was boss, he smacked her hard across the ass.
“Don’t you!” he repeated.
Amused, Ken smiled and spanked her again.
“What was that? I didn’t quite hear it!”
“Yes, Sir,” said Kate with a little more gusto.
Ken continued to rub her ass with his spare hand. The heat generated by his smack permeated his fingers and he breathed in hard, as if drawing some strange kind of power from the contact. For fun, and just because he liked the sound it made when his hand came in contact with her skin, he smacked her again, causing her to yelp.
“I could stop now if you wanted me to,” said Ken, though he knew what her answer would be before she said it. “Would you like me to stop, Kate?”
“Hell, no, don’t you dare,” she said, gasping.
“You want more then?”
“What was that?” He pretended not to hear her.
“Please, Sir, I want more.”
“You want me to spank you again? Or do you want me to fuck you?”
Ken spanked her quickly. “You must say please when you ask for something. I believe this is the custom on your planet.”
He spanked her again. “I don’t think we’re communicating as we should, Kate. How do you address me?”
“Better.” He soothed her inflamed bottom by gently stroking her with his palm. He longed to open Kate’s legs and put his cock inside her, but tormenting her like this was just too delicious. And she deserved to wait, just as she had kept him waiting. And there were other ways he could punish her.
His attention went back to her ass, her round voluptuous bottom that molded to his fingers like dough.
“So, you want me to fuck you, then?”
“Well then, Earthling, it’s time I think you should get what you deserve.”
Ken pulled her right up close to his hips, and positioned his cock at her asshole, rubbing it around her flesh so there could be no doubt about what was coming.
But Kate didn’t wriggle or protest; instead she rocked with him, helping him keep his cock on target.
“Tell me you want me to fuck your lovely asshole,” said Ken. He held his rampant cock in his hand—it was granite stiff and now demanded direct attention. It had been denied for way too long.
“Please, Sir, put it in me.”
“I would like you to fuck my ass, right now, Sir.”
The two of them were almost giddy with desire. Ken could wait no longer; he tore off his robe and lining himself up behind her, he forced himself into her ass with a mighty thrust.
“Fucking shit,” cried Kate, but Ken had learned enough about the language to realize she wasn’t complaining. His cock was delighted; Kate might have a broad bottom but inside it was tight and grasping, and he reeled in pleasure as he rocked in and out of her.
“You feel so fucking good, human,” he gasped as he slid his member in and out. “Play with your pussy for me.”
Kate didn’t hesitate, and Ken leaned back so he could watch her work.
She was snug, but pliable, and he shut his eyes to enjoy the wet, slick sounds of their lovemaking.
“Make yourself come for me. I want to hear you scream while I’m fucking your backside.”
The sound of Kate coming had been his favorite memory after he’d left her. As her breathing became more anxious and shallow, his member hardened and as she began to moan, his release surged to match hers.
Ken became blind to everything in the universe except his cock, her ass, and her voice, and his seed pumped with such urgency, draining every last bit of his strength. As the final pulse drove home, his power left him and he collapsed on top of her, and they became a contented mass of spent flesh.
Neither of them spoke for a while. But as the passion subsided, practicality awoke and Ken rolled over and pulled Kate up so he could cradle her in his arms. Curious about what she was thinking in the silence, he cleared his throat.
“I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
He felt her shake her head and looked down. She was crying.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “It was not my intention to hurt you.”
“You didn’t,” said Kate. Her voice had never been so quiet. For a big girl she was suddenly so little.
“It was not the right time—perhaps I should have waited.”
“No, it’s not that,” said Kate, rubbing her eyes dry.
“Can we not talk about it right now?”
It wasn’t the answer he wanted but she had a right to her secrets. “As you wish.”
The book Kate had been reading had been left on the bed and was now poking into him, just below the shoulder. Careful not to squash her, he rolled across Kate and pulled it out. “What’s this you’re reading?”
“Oh, just something I remembered reading a long time ago. I suddenly felt like reading it again.”
“What’s it about?”
Kate thought for a moment. “It’s a classic—well, it is where I come from.”
“A very old book that people still love, even today.”
“What’s it about?”
“It’s about a foolish prince who falls in love with a woman already married to another. He kidnaps her and claims her as his own, and so starts a war. Her name is Helen, Helen of Troy. She never returned home.”
“Such is the fate of many women in history, both on your planet and mine, is it not?”
Ken rubbed his chin. Perhaps now was a good time to mention his father’s ideas.
“I met with my father.”
“He has some interesting ideas for the future of Corolla.”
“Like what?” asked Kate. “World domination? Taxation on women’s clothes?”
Ken spanked her bottom lightly for that. “No. It was about you, actually.”
“Me? The prime minister wanted to talk about me?” She laughed incredulously.
“As a matter of fact he did. Times are changing on this planet, not just for men, but for women, too. He wanted to know if you would be open to a post as ambassador.”
“Alright, I get it—it seems crazy, and that was my first reaction too. But just think about it. Who better to advocate for change? You know what it means to be independent. You’re certainly qualified for the job. Just think about it, will you?”
Kate pushed herself up off the cot and began to dress.
“Maybe, yeah, alright. I’ll think about it anyway.”
Ken liked to watch her move. She was all curves and softness; the perfect feminine contrast to the hard, firm lines of his masculinity. She bent down to pick up the bottom of her garment, treating him to a complete flash of her ass tattoo.
“You are beautiful,” he said.
The joke broke the tension and she giggled a little. It was his turn to rise. Ken pulled on his robe and approached her one last time. She looked up at him with those playful, enchanting eyes that were still a little damp from her tears. Ken took his thumbs and carefully ran them across her bottom eyelashes. After kissing each eye in turn, he moved down to taste her lips. The salt from her tears was still on them. He cupped her cheek with dear affection, and without another word, turned from her and left the room.
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