TBT: Alien Indiscrestions

“You’ve been naughty, little Cissy,” he rumbled, his voice soft and purring. “Starting with the first time I saw you. Dripping wet in a soaksuit that barely covered your luscious body, flaunting yourself in front of me and mine.”

Cissy licked her lips. Her eyes were still dazed, as if Rolat had cast a spell over her. “What are you going to do with me?” she asked in a whisper-thin voice. 

Good. She still exhibited that potent mixture of excitement and anxiety that Rolat liked. How far would she let him take her?

He moved one hand down her spine, smoothing his palm over the black leather until he cupped her bountiful ass. He squeezed one cheek, the one that had haunted his fantasies since the moment he’d first laid eyes on Cecilia Salter. 

“I’m going to finish what you started,” Rolat said. “The handprint you left on this delectable flesh was not nearly enough. Your whole ass needs to be red, covered in my handprints. You are in dire need of correction, young lady.”

Even as he spoke, Rolat worried he was taking this too far and too soon. Kalquorians as a rule enjoyed pushing limits when it came to sex. Domination, bondage, and rough play were as natural to men like Rolat as the instinctual act of fucking. However, Earther limits on such were legendary. That race wasn’t viewed as repressed for no reason.

Even someone as outrageous acting as Cissy might not appreciate all the activities Rolat enjoyed. Just because an Earther opted to live on Kalquor and join a clan didn’t mean that Earther was the right fit for every clan’s preferences. She might be extra sensitive to pain play. She might despise being bound. Some women were as commanding in personality as the men, necessitating an agreement to switch dominance.

Besides, they had established that Cissy was going through a phase in which she tested her limits. It could be that a spanking would be beyond hers, especially dealt by a man she knew little about.

Rolat hoped she would give his brand of sexual play a chance. That ripe, round ass did need a spanking. He was just the man to deliver it.

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WIP Wednesday: Righteous Fury

              Laaruu looked at her as if she’d said something particularly offensive. “One does not simply trade slaves unless the partnership with their master is not working out. Even the Gilotheans, as primitive as they are, believe as we do on that account.”

              “Why not? Ugh, stop looking at me as if you caught me beating puppies. Slavery is not a nice thing to do on this planet.”

              “Because on this planet, you do not look after your slaves’ well-being. It’s a code of pure exploitation here.” Laaruu sighed. “On Paatuun, we make a conscious commitment to the slave’s care. To their happiness. Sometimes, we even fall in love with them.”

              “If you cared so much, you wouldn’t consider them slaves. They’d be your partners for real.”

              “They are our partners. It’s hard to explain to you, because we have different definitions of what a slave is. You’re thinking of your history, where slaves are property to be forced to obey, to be beaten or killed if disobedience occurs.”

              “So what’s your definition?”

              Laaruu smiled. “A slave is someone to be guarded and nurtured. Someone the master sees to the needs of. It’s a huge responsibility. In return for the master’s care, the slave gives him or her their loyalty and trust. They grant the master’s wishes for pleasure and companionship and accept his decisions for their welfare.”

              “Including punishment.” Kimi managed not to squirm as she remembered his firm hand spanking her ass. She thought she should be disgusted that she found it strangely erotic.

              Laaruu’s smile turned into a smirk, as if he knew what she was thinking. “Of course. Correction is sometimes required and should be expected by the slave.”

              “Pretty words for an ugly practice. You do know how to spin a dreadful idea into something some might consider.” No way she would ever do any such thing. She was free, independent, and determined to remain that way.

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