Chapter One
The fucking air conditioning had been out for two weeks now. That, Hailey told herself, was why she had been fired. Technically she’d been fired because she told her boss to “go fuck himself” with a bunch of customers standing nearby, but being overheated does things to people.
Plus, who needs an assistant manager job at the local dollar store anyway?
People who want to pay rent.
Whatever. She didn’t need her inner scoldy voice right now. What she needed was a new job. Preferably at an establishment that took the need for climate control in hundred-plus degree temperatures much more seriously.
Hailey knew she should probably get right to it, but she figured a quick shower after the better part of a day spent in what might as well have been a sauna wouldn’t hurt. Stripping off her ridiculous Bob’s Dollar Store outfit that looked like a terrifying cross between something from a dystopian science fiction film and a 1950s general store, she climbed into the shower and took her time washing off. As her body cooled down her temper cooled with it, and as her more rational side returned, so did the deeper concern about her current situation.
Sure, she hadn’t loved the job, but after two years it could have been a good reference at least. Now, at twenty-one years old and fully aged out of the foster system, she was well and truly on her own, and that meant she had bills to pay. She had dreams of going back to school, but first she needed to find a company that would schedule her hours around her classes, and that had been hard to find so far.
Climbing out of the shower and wrapping herself in a towel, she sat down, opened her ancient laptop, and decided she might as well begin her job search now. Two depressing hours of looking at entry level positions that wanted five years’ experience or more followed, and by the time she was ready for bed that night she was thoroughly deflated… although to be fair that would imply that she had at one point been ‘flated’, which she had definitely not been. Realizing that she’d spent the last few hours in just her towel, she was about to change into pajamas when she heard a knock on her apartment door. She initially considered ignoring it, but when it was repeated more insistently she changed her mind.
Who knows, maybe it was that hot med school student from the first floor coming up to tell her he’d just graduated, landed a high paying position, and was now in need of a trophy wife. Preferably one with assistant manager experience.
She could have confirmed who it was by looking through her peephole, except that the borderline slumlord who ran the complex hadn’t bothered to have those installed, so she was forced instead to open the door just a crack. Looking through the small gap allowed by the chain lock, she was surprised to see a large, ridiculously handsome man. Not hot like the aforementioned med school student was hot, either. His hotness was no doubt coming from his earning potential rather than his physical appearance if she was honest with herself. No, this guy could be a train riding hobo from the great depression, and he would still be a ten.
He had to be six-two or six-three at least, with broad shoulders, dark eyes, and a jaw that could have been cut from marble. He wore a long dark coat that seemed out of place for the brutal summer heat, buttoned to the collar. Beneath it she caught a glimpse of something that didn’t look like any fabric she recognized. A faint, almost iridescent sheen that shifted color when he moved.
Everything about him screamed wrong place. Men who looked like this did not show up at the door of a third-floor walkup in the worst apartment complex in town.
She began to undo the chain lock, briefly scolded herself for assuming that since he was hot he must also be safe for her to let inside her apartment, then undid the chain lock anyway because she was pretty sure that whatever he did to her, she would be okay with.
When the door swung open and she got a full look at him, it merely confirmed her suspicion that God had sent her a personal present. He was literally her fantasy man personified, physically at least.
For a long moment, she just stood there staring at him, and he seemed content to stare back at her. Finally, he broke his gaze away from hers long enough to look her body up and down. Hailey blushed instantly, suddenly remembering she was still wearing only a towel, and then did her best to become indignant. He had no business making it that obvious that he was taking in her scantily clad form, even if he was hot enough that she was already imagining him ravaging her.
“Can I help you with something?” she said in her best, snappish, yes-I-saw-that-you-just-ogled-me tone.
Seeming to pay no attention to her best efforts to inflict chastisement with her attitude, he simply replied with, “Yes, you may very well be able to. You may be able to help me a great deal, in fact.”
His tone was formal, almost excessively formal. This was going to be some kind of political petition, wasn’t it?
“Uh, okay. And what exactly do you want?” she asked, his sexiness slightly tempered now in her mind by the fact that she now felt she was more likely to end up receiving a long, hard sales pitch than a long, hard fucking.
“Why don’t we sit down and discuss it?” he said simply, before stepping past her and taking a seat on her couch.
Hailey was so caught off guard by the sheer audacity of him inviting himself into her home that way—in fact, he hadn’t even invited himself, he’d simply come in—that she said nothing for a second.
At least you know he’s not a vampire. You have to invite those in or something, right?
After she spent another solid second or two trying to figure out how to respond to this intrusion, he took his sense of entitlement, no doubt honed by years with that face and body, up a notch by beckoning to her with his finger and saying simply, “Come and sit with me, Hailey.”
For some reason that Hailey could not have explained in a single sentence, a thousand-word essay, or anywhere in between, she obeyed. Taking a seat on the couch next to him, she turned to face him, working herself up to giving him a stern talking-to about… well, about everything that had transpired so far. Instead, her jaw dropped in shock as, with a wave of his hand, the door, which she had left open, suddenly closed.
For a split second, she looked around for a mirror to see if she could see him in it. Then the rational part of her brain took over and she immediately wrote it off as some bizarre magic trick that went with whatever pitch he was about to regale her with. Probably something far crazier than a political petition, she was now beginning to think. Then he waved his hand again and both the chain lock and the deadbolt lock… well there was really no other way to say it… they locked themselves.
What. The. Actual. Fuck.
If that was a magic trick—which it must be, she scolded herself—it was a pretty good one.
She took a moment and tried to be angry, but instead she ended up muttering with a sense of awe, “How did you do that?”
“I did not want us to be interrupted.”
“O… Okay. Am I in trouble? Are you with the government or something?”
“No, Hailey. I’m not with the government. Well, not your government anyway.”
This was going downhill really, really fast.
“The Russians then, I guess?”
He smiled, then with a perfect Russian movie villain accent, responded, “Nyet, malyshka.”
This confused her further, as she suspected it was intended to. “You said no, but you said it in Russian…”
He smiled then. It was both a winning smile, and a smile of genuine humor. Once more, in an over-the-top Russian accent, he continued, now speaking English, “Is no reason this should not be fun.” Then, seeming to sense the joke had played itself out as long as it needed to, he continued in the polished American news anchor accent he’d been using before, “I am not with any of this world’s governments.”
…This world?
A part of her immediately dismissed him as far, far crazier than she’d believed earlier, but then there was the door lock.
No, it was a magic trick. And he is a crazy person.
“Okay… yeah. Thanks for stopping by, but I don’t think I need… whatever it is you’re doing here, and I was just about to go to bed, so why don’t you go ahead and…”
“Leave you alone?” he said gently.
“Yeah. I mean, not to be rude or anything, but… yeah.”
“That, Hailey, I cannot do.”
Though she should have considered it long ago, before she undid the chain, Hailey began to realize how truly vulnerable her current position was. She was inside her own locked apartment with a man who was not only sounding more and more like a lunatic by the moment, he was also huge and seemingly had no qualms whatsoever about violating her personal space.
When she’d fantasized earlier about him doing “whatever he wanted” to her, that had really just meant “whatever he wanted up to and including missionary position, or if he’d really turned her on by that point, doggy style”. It had not included being drugged and then anally probed in a white panel van that her kidnapper would inevitably refer to as “his spaceship”.
It was time to run. And Hailey did just that.
She got about three steps before she suddenly froze. Her legs simply ceased to move. It was as if the muscles in her body had all ceased to function at once, and she was simply held in place. This lasted for only a second or two, but it was sufficiently shocking that when she felt herself regain control of her motor functions, she immediately slumped to the ground.
“I know you’re frightened, little one. But we have much to discuss. And the sooner you understand that I am not one of the human men you’ve been so dismissive of all these years, the better.”
He was standing over her now, she realized, though she was so focused on her own predicament she hadn’t noticed him getting up, and he reached out a hand to help her to her feet.
She considered saying something sassy like, “Why don’t you just lift me with your magic, asshole,” then thought better of it, then went ahead and said exactly that. The jab didn’t irritate him as she’d hoped it would, however, and he merely smiled.
“I could, little one, and I will if I must. But this night will be much more enjoyable for both of us if you simply took my hand.”
Sensing the implied threat of some unknown consequences, Hailey checked herself, and with a sigh, took his hand and allowed him to pull her to her feet and guide her to the couch to sit next to him. As soon as she was seated, her rational mind took one last shot at regaining control.
“How… how are you doing that? Is it some kind of hypnosis device? Or maybe, I don’t know…” she trailed off.
“I can manipulate matter on a subatomic level in a small area around myself. All of my species can.”
Well isn’t that just fucking great. You’re about to be kidnapped by a comic book villain.
“Oh,” was all she said in reply.
He let her sit there for a second, allowing her to come to terms with her situation. When she finally spoke again, she asked in her nicest, most please-just-let-me-go tone, “So what do you need with me?”
He paused for a moment before replying, almost as if he was deciding what to tell her. When he spoke, it was in a tone that could only be described as firm, but sexy. “We’ll discuss that in great detail eventually, Hailey. But for the moment, all you need to know is that you’ll enjoy what’s in store for you in a moment.”
“What exactly are you planning to do?”
“Not all that much tonight. We’ll get to the really exciting stuff later. For now, I just want to witness your body’s response to an orgasm up close.”
Every single part of that statement was disturbing, although Hailey couldn’t decide which part in particular was most alarming. Was it the fact that “more exciting” parts were coming later? Was it the fact that he’d told her very casually that she was going to orgasm for him? Or was it the addition of the words “up close,” which made it sound like he’d observed her orgasms before, albeit from a distance.
Perhaps, Hailey thought, it was all equally disturbing.
“So, I’m supposed to just let you make me come?” she asked out loud, unable to keep the heat from her tone.
“That part is entirely up to you,” he replied simply. “If you choose to submit to your orgasm like a good girl, I won’t need to restrain you. But I will if necessary.”
Restrain her? Did he mean with ropes or chains or something? Or with his magic or whatever it was? She didn’t really want to find out, but she had a dark suspicion that whether it was tonight or at some other point in the future, she would find out eventually.
Having already tried running, and assuming that fighting with someone who could manipulate her own body with his mind would be fruitless, she went for a third option: talking him out of it. Begging, if necessary.
“Please, mister… alien… sir…whatever you are. I don’t know why you picked me, but this isn’t a good day. I just lost my job, and I’m in kind of a rut in life, and I’m just really not in the right mental place to be probed tonight. But you’re really, really hot, and I’m sure there are a lot of girls who would do the sluttiest things for you without you having to show off your X-men powers. Can we just pretend this never happened and you go find one of them?”
He smiled. “You were chosen for a reason, Hailey. You’re unique in a very important way that will be explained to you when the time is right.”
After a pause, as if he was once again deciding if he should tell her more, he continued. “It’s possible that you’re more than just important, Hailey. It’s possible you’re so deeply important that your interactions with me will change not only your future, but that of my entire species.”
Dun dun duuun!
Hailey fell into a few seconds of stunned silence, trying and failing to process this. She initially dismissed it as entirely ridiculous, but then again, he did seem to have what, as far as she was concerned, were magical powers. So maybe this all made sense somehow?
“How exactly am I important?” she ventured.
“That’s the part that will be better understood later. For now, Hailey, I’ve answered all the questions I intend to, and it’s time for you to answer one.”
“What’s that?” Hailey answered, looking at him skeptically.
“Do you want to take off that towel yourself, or do you want me to take it off for you?”
When her stunned silence lasted longer than he apparently cared to wait, he followed up with, “Surely you knew the towel would be coming off as soon as I said you would be orgasming for me, Hailey.”
That was true, she had to admit, but it nonetheless annoyed her for him to point it out.
“Sorry. I’m not used to random alien assholes walking into my apartment and telling me to strip so they can have their way with me,” she spat.
“Oh, Hailey. I should have been clearer,” he said, sounding almost apologetic. “I should have explained that I’m not going to fuck you tonight. It’ll be a while before that happens.”
“Is that supposed to be reassuring? Are you planning on kidnapping me or something?”
“Of course not. You’ll simply have the opportunity to come with me.”
“Do I have a choice?”
“No.”
Hailey sighed audibly, deciding that further argument was clearly pointless.
“I sense that I took an incorrect approach by simply asking you to choose without letting you know exactly what each choice entails,” he said.
Yes, that was the problem, Hailey thought, unable to resist rolling her eyes.
“You can take off your towel and hand it to me, and then I’ll make you come like a good girl with my tongue, or you can make me take off your towel, and then you’ll come over my knee with a finger in your bright red bottom.”
Hailey gasped. Trying to stall for time, she said the only thing that came to her mind. “And… which of those do you prefer?”
WTF? Why would you ask that?
“The latter. But you might prefer the former, especially this first time.”
“You’d prefer to spank me?”
“Of course, Hailey, and I have no doubt you’ve been fantasizing about me spanking you since I entered the room.”
Fuck this guy.
“I’ve never been spanked!” she did her best to snap back at him.
“I believe that, Hailey. But it has no bearing whatsoever on the fact that you imagined yourself over my knee almost the instant you saw me. Am I incorrect?”
“Fuck you,” was all she said. Then she looked down at the carpet.
“Do you want me to choose for you, Hailey? It seems that’s what you’re asking for with your tone and your body language.”
Did she want him to choose for her? That would surely mean the spanking. And his finger… there. Where she’d never let anyone anywhere near before. His tongue might feel nice, she found herself thinking. She could just take off her towel. After all, if he’d flirted a little better and then said exactly what he’d just proposed, it would have been the kind of night she’d tell her sister about the next day or write about in her blog… if she had either of those.
“I’m waiting, little one.”
His words annoyed her. Or at least she told herself they annoyed her, and she certainly wasn’t just gearing up to say what she was about to say for… some other reason.
“Go. Fuck. Yourself.”
[divider]Chapter Two
Soren was pleased with the little human girl’s answer. He was going to enjoy this.
She would soon discover that a bare bottom spanking stings a great deal, but he also suspected that realization would merely make her wetter, if not also quite a bit feistier.
“I think we both know what happens now, don’t we Hailey?”
“What needs to happen now is you need to get the fuck out of my apartment before I—”
He couldn’t help himself. “Before you what, Hailey? Call the police, who I could easily prevent from even walking up the stairs, let alone coming in the door? Or are you just going to kick my ass yourself?”
“I bet it still hurts if you get kicked in the balls.”
Seeming to sense that the time for words had passed, he stood up and pulled her to her feet with her arms over her head. He held her there with one of his hands, letting the other wander down her neck and over her bare chest to the towel that had already come loose and was threatening to fall free from her breasts.
He waited until Hailey’s futile kicking subsided. Then, deciding he’d waited long enough, he gripped the towel in his hand and pulled it from her body in one motion, leaving her utterly bare and fully on display for him.
Once she was naked and he’d cast the towel aside, he took several seconds to run his eyes over her quivering body. She was even more beautiful up close than she had seemed over the camera feed during his research. He could see every detail of her perfectly symmetrical face, her deep blue eyes, and the cutest nose with a smattering of freckles over it. Her long, light brown hair framed her slender neck and fell over her shoulders, ending right at the peaks of her pink nipples, which were stiff under his gaze. He stared at her perfect breasts for a long moment before shifting his eyes down past her flat tummy, where they settled briefly on her soft, shaven mound, then down over her trim legs that looked long despite her petite, 5’2 frame.
Having feasted on the view of her charms for long enough—although it could never really be long enough—he decided it was time to get down to business. Lowering her arms down in front of her, he seated himself back on the couch, and then in one motion pulled her over his lap. She immediately began to squirm and struggle, probably aware that her bottom was now perfectly positioned for her upcoming chastisement. He quickly caught both of her flailing arms in one of his giant hands and held them behind her back, then wrapped one of his huge legs over the back of hers, leaving her pinned completely in place with her naked bottom the highest point of her body, over his left knee and on offer for her spanking.
Deciding it would be best to take his time, he rested a hand on her for-now-still-pale cheeks, enjoying the feel of her toned muscles. Though he hadn’t planned on it initially, he couldn’t help but allow his fingers to wander lower between her legs, slipping into her dripping channel.
“You really are a naughty girl,” he said. He couldn’t see her blush, but he could tell from the catch of her breath and the clench of her pussy that she had. “I’m going to spank you now, Hailey, until your bottom is bright red. Then I’m going to slide one finger into this naughty little hole,” he said, emphasizing his words by touching the now-wet tip of his finger against her tight, almost certainly virgin anus. “And two in this one,” he said, once more sliding the finger lower to indicate her no doubt aching pussy. “That leaves my last finger for this needy clit,” he finished, flicking the stiff nub with the tip of his finger.
Soren paused, savoring the tremor that rippled through her body at his touch. His clinical side catalogued her responses. Elevated heart rate, dilated pupils, involuntary clenching of her pelvic floor. Every word he’d chosen, every deliberate escalation from clinical to shameful, had been calculated to bypass her defenses and speak directly to needs so deep they may not even be fully known to her.
What he hadn’t anticipated was how much he’d come to relish his own role in this.
Somewhere between freezing her in place and pulling her over his knee, the line between scientifically precise seduction carried out on his subject and genuine desire on his own part had blurred beyond recognition. The way she fought him, the way her body betrayed her even as her mouth spat venom, stirred something in him that no amount of pre-mission preparation had warned him about. He genuinely wanted to hear her moan. Wanted to feel her surrender not because his mission required it, but because the thought of it made his cock strain against his clothing.
Hailey moaned.
“I think you’re going to enjoy that part regardless of how you feel about your upcoming bottom reddening,” he continued.
“Can we just… skip that part?” Hailey asked in a small voice.
“I think you know the answer to that, Hailey. But I’ll tell you anyway. No. You’ve earned a hard spanking, and you’re going to get one.”
Then, without further discussion, he lifted his large right hand and brought the palm down in a hard and fast slap across the middle of both bare cheeks. Hailey yowled immediately, not even making a pretense of maintaining her composure. A second and third swat followed rapidly one after the other. When a fourth and a fifth landed, Hailey found her words and began a series of foul-mouthed protests that gradually morphed into promising to be good, then begging and pleading and promising to do—and allow him to do—all sorts of deeply shameful things, all of which he would be doing to her eventually anyway.
After her entire bottom was a uniform shade of pink he moved his focus lower to the spots where her bottom met her upper thighs, then lower still to her upper thighs themselves. Her pleading had turned to sobbing by the time he had finished with those, and when he moved up again to paint one final layer of bright red scalding heat on her already bright red backside, that sobbing turned to wailing, until at last she lay limp over his knee.
That was the moment when he first drove two fingers into her sopping pussy.
The effect was immediate. Though the tears kept running down her face, her entire body clenched and spasmed around his fingers as if she was on the verge of climax already. In fact, she probably was, he realized, and he slowed the initially rapid thrusting of his fingers, not wanting to push her over the edge too quickly. Gradually, as the liquid fire that had scorched her cheeks slowly receded to what he imagined must be still a quite intense sting, he could feel the focus of her mind and body shift entirely to the pleasure he was providing her needy pussy.
Pausing his ministrations for a moment, he slipped his now well-lubed index finger free from her pussy and placed the tip of it against her perfect little pucker. This time, though, he didn’t just tease that little hole. He slid his finger right in, all the way to the knuckle, all at once, pulling from her another loud yelp and another loud moan. Then he truly began a rapid, rough finger fucking of both of her holes that had her back to the verge of climax within moments.
Using every ounce of skill he possessed, he kept her there, right at the edge, speeding up his thrusts until he felt her pussy clamp down as she approached orgasm, then slowing down while her body pulled back from the edge, only to speed up again and drive her there once more.
Soon she was begging again, even more despairingly than during the spanking. He continued far longer than when he’d been reddening her bottom before he finally asked her, “Do you feel like a good girl or a naughty girl?”
“Oh my god… a naughty girl. I’m sorry, please just make me come, please, please just make me come!”
“Do you want me to touch your clit, naughty girl?”
“Yes!!!”
“Tell me what you’ll do to thank me for making you come so hard.”
“Please… I’ll suck your cock.”
“And?”
“And swallow everything you give me.”
“Good girl,” he said. “Do you think the next time I tell you to strip, you’ll strip?”
“Yes… please, I can’t take it any longer!”
“That is incorrect, little girl,” he said. “There’s nothing preventing you from taking it longer. In fact, since you’ve made it a point of contention, I’ll show you how easily you can take it a little longer.”
And with that, he brought her to edge again, then back, then to the edge again. She started sobbing once more.
“See?” he said. “You took that just fine.”
She didn’t respond with words. Her only response was a barely audible, “Please” mixed in with a continuous moaning.
“I’m going to make you come now, Hailey. It’s going to be hard enough to hurt.”
Without another word, he placed his last remaining finger directly on her little button and began to rub and flick it fast and hard.
It was a matter of seconds before her climax began. He felt her whole body spasm, every muscle tensing, her thighs clamping down around his arm, her cheeks clenching and unclenching in desperation. She screamed loud and long and kept on screaming as the orgasm peaked. He didn’t stop but merely kept rubbing faster and harder, turning the peak into a plateau, until finally when his instincts told him she was about to pass out, he slid his fingers free from her two tight little holes and ceased his abuse of her pulsing clit.
When her body stopped shuddering at last, he patted her still flaming-hot-to-the-touch bottom gently and said, “That was even more incredible than I’d hoped, Hailey. You have so many exciting things in store for you.”
Then, helping her off his lap, he guided her to her knees, lifted her chin with his fingers, and said, “Now thank me properly, naughty girl.”
[divider]
Hailey couldn’t help but laugh inwardly at her current predicament. If someone had told her that this horrible day would end with her giving a blowjob to an incredibly attractive alien after he spanked her hard and made her come even harder, she would have told them they were certifiable. She was even beginning to wonder if she was crazy. Had the broken air conditioner this morning actually given her heat stroke?
Regardless of whether she was hallucinating or not, it didn’t change the conflicted feelings stirring inside her. She had just been stripped naked and turned over this man’s lap for a spanking. A real one that left her bare ass red and sore. And yet she had a sudden, almost desperate urge to kneel, unbuckle his belt, and take his cock in her mouth as his implied instruction demanded.
Considering that this man was definitely not human, Hailey wasn’t sure what to expect when she pulled his dark-wash jeans and boxers down. For all she knew, his dick could be green, or scaly, or both… or there could be three of them. Nothing would have surprised her at this point. If anything, what she wasn’t expecting to see was a gorgeous, normal-except-for-its-massive-girth cock swing forward until it was mere centimeters from her face. Hailey swallowed hard, then licked her lips, suddenly feeling intimidated as she raised her eyes to meet his gaze once more.
“Go ahead, little one. Unless you need another spanking to encourage you?” His tone was firm but gentle.
Hailey reached for his cock and gripped it, her hand feeling tiny wrapped around its thick base. Leaning forward, she tentatively licked the very tip before opening her mouth and taking in as much of his length as she could.
He groaned, relaxing his knees slightly to offer her a better angle. Feeling a little more confident, Hailey reached up with her other hand and cupped his balls, massaging them gently, a strategy she’d heard some of the older girls whisper about in her foster homes. Bobbing her head up and down, she fell into a rhythm, opening her mouth as wide as she could and twirling her tongue around the tip each time she reached it.
She heard another grunt of satisfaction from the alien, then his hands intertwined in her hair, directing the movements of her head. He eased her deeper onto his cock, gently coaxing the muscles of her jaw to open wider and take him in fully. She began to moan quietly against him as he fucked her mouth, and she felt him grow impossibly rigid before his hot seed spurted deep into her throat, catching her off guard.
Panicking, she pulled back, struggling to swallow everything he’d just given her. Despite her best efforts, small amount of come leaked from her lips and onto the carpet in front of her. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and looked up at him.
“I didn’t expect that so quickly!” she said accusingly.
“You sucked my cock very well, little one. But what do good girls do with the come they’re given?”
Hailey blushed bright red and couldn’t help adding a defensive edge to her tone as she replied, “I tried to swallow it all, but there was so much, and—”
He lifted his finger to her lips, cutting her off. “We’ll just have to give you another opportunity to show off your obedience. Take my cock in your mouth again and start over. If any of my seed drips out this time, I’ll take my belt to your backside.”
Hailey’s mouth dropped open. “What do you mean? You just came! It would take forever for you…” She trailed off as she saw him smile.
It was a condescending “aren’t you adorable” smile. “My sexual performance does not have the same limitations as your human males, little girl. Now do as you’re told.”
Hailey couldn’t help but pout as his formerly softening member quickly turned to steel once more in front of her eyes, as if taunting her. With a huff she didn’t even try to hide, she leaned forward and once more took his cock into her mouth, then started to bob back and forth in the same gentle rhythm as before.
He wasn’t so gentle in return this time.
Fisting her hair in his hand, he held her still and began thrusting roughly into her mouth. Hailey felt her eyes begin to water as his member was pushed deep into her throat over and over again. She attempted to shove away using his legs as leverage, but he held her effortlessly still as he savagely fucked her mouth.
“You. Will. Learn. To. Obey. The. First. Time.” He punctuated each word with a hard thrust, and by the end of the sentence she once again felt his hot seed fill her mouth completely. He pulled out and she closed her eyes, focusing intently as she swallowed every drop.
“That’s my good girl,” he said.
The alien’s praise sent a warm flush through Hailey’s entire body, one that reached deeper than the surface heat she’d felt all day. She sat back on her heels, catching her breath, her jaw aching and her throat raw.
He reached down and cupped her chin, tilting her face up toward his. “You’ve done well tonight, little human.”
Before she could respond, she saw him lift a small metal object to her temple.
Where did that come from? He’s not even wearing pants…
She felt panic surge in her belly at the thought that it could be a weapon, but then a strange tingling sensation spread through her skull, like static electricity dancing across her brain. The world seemed to shimmer at the edges of her vision.
“What are you—”
“Sleep now,” he said softly.
The exhaustion hit her like a physical blow. Her eyelids grew impossibly heavy, and she swayed where she knelt. Strong hands caught her before she could topple sideways, lifting her as though she weighed nothing at all. She tried to protest, to ask what he’d done, but her tongue felt thick and clumsy in her mouth.
The softness of her mattress materialized beneath her. Cool sheets slid across her naked skin as he arranged her body carefully, pulling the blanket up to her shoulders. His hand brushed hair back from her forehead with surprising gentleness.
Through the haze settling over her mind, Hailey caught fragments of movement. The alien stood, adjusted his clothing, and scanned her tiny apartment one final time. She wanted to ask when she’d see him again, why he’d come, what he’d meant about her being important, but the questions dissolved before they could reach her lips.
The last thing she registered was the quiet click of her door closing.
Then darkness swallowed everything.
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