Unworldly Encounter Complete Series (6 page)

Andrea blushed a deep crimson. She had to admit to herself, unexpected or not, she had absolutely loved what Jan had done to her the night before. “I did,” she admitted.” I enjoyed it, and I climaxed—I came.” She bit her bottom lip for a moment, trying to decide exactly how to go about explaining what was wrong with the situation they were in. “It’s just—I haven’t ever done that before, with anyone.”

Jan stared at her with something like shock, “You were a virgin?”

“No—I have had sex before, but it wasn’t… the videos you saw, it isn’t always the way humans have sex. There are…” she sighed. “It’s complicated,” she said dully.

“Ah—I see, I forgot to ask you what your limits are. I am sorry, little one—I should have done the full ritual with you.” Andrea started to interrupt, to explain, but Jan was kneeling, bringing his lips to hers to kiss her. “I apologize for not learning your limits first. I have not been a good Master, but we will talk about your limits now, while I can control myself.” Andrea contemplated for another moment whether or not she should explain just how grossly Jan had managed to misinterpret the videos he had seen, but it wasn’t possible for her to deny she had really enjoyed the sex with him the night before. She had enjoyed being tied up and had enjoyed being spanked much more than she wanted to admit, even to herself.

“Okay,” she said, swallowing and taking a deep breath. “Let’s discuss this.” Jan nodded solemnly. “Just—just what kinds of things are you interested in? What do you know about?”

“It is for you to tell me what you want and do not want,” he told her, reaching out to tousle her hair. “You are my little one. You will be my sub, my mate.” Andrea almost groaned in frustration. She reminded herself to breathe in spite of the tingling anticipation working through her body.

“I don’t like…” she hesitated—she had never tried any of it. How could she know what she did and didn’t like? “I don’t know the extent to which you’re informed. I don’t… I’ve never done this, and I’m a little scared.” Jan stood, pulling Andrea up with him; he led her quickly towards the couch and sat down, positioning her on his lap. She wondered for a moment why exactly she was letting him lead her around, why she hadn’t insisted on a more equal seating arrangement.
 

“I did not know you were a virgin,” he said, smiling a little sadly. “When the time is correct, I fully intend to take all of your holes and make you my sub.”
 

Andrea checked, alarm flooding her. “All—all my holes?” she asked, her voice going shrill with dismay and surprise. “You—oh god, you mean…” she shook her head. “No. You are
not
putting that in—no.”
 

Jan frowned. “I had understood this to be part of the ritual,” he said. His hand slid along her back, coming to stop at the curve of her ass. “I have seen it—the submissive gives in to her Master, and he takes her this way.” Andrea shook her head.

“You—you would tear me to pieces!”

“I understand that you are much smaller than the females I am used to,” he said, his voice gentle. “I would—what is the word—I would train you, slowly, so that you could take me.” Andrea pressed her lips together. She had never considered herself a prude, but she had never been even a little interested in anal sex. It had always seemed dirty, a little gross, almost debasing.
 

“Let’s…let’s revisit that later. I don’t…” Andrea took a deep breath, trying to calm the rapid fluttering of her heart. “Right now I don’t think I like that.”
 

Jan frowned again and nodded. “I must prove myself to be a good Master, and then you will let me take you this way.” Andrea considered explaining to him that that day might never come, but she decided it was just far too complicated to discuss at the moment. “You enjoyed being tied,” Jan said, making the statement almost a question.

“Yes, and I liked the spanking. I liked going down on you—apologizing with my mouth,” she clarified, remembering the way he had posed the demand to her the night before. “But no—no collars, no choking or spitting.” Jan absorbed this, nodding. “No…humiliation. I don’t like that.”
I get enough humiliation out of day-to-day life.

“You like this,” Jan said, one of his hands slipping up underneath the hem of her robe, his fingertips finding her already-slick labia and stroking lightly.
 

“Yes—yes, very much,” Andrea said, her breaths coming shorter as his fingers teased her.
 

“And you liked when I tasted you,” he confirmed, sounding almost uncertain.

“God, yes. That was amazing.” One of his arms shifted around her, pulling her closer to him. Andrea was not used to feeling small—it was oddly appealing, being trapped in Jan’s strong arms, being called “little one”.

“You like being punished.” His voice was firmer. Jan’s fingers found her pleasure center and began stroking, rubbing firmly, and Andrea made a sound somewhere between a whimper and a moan, losing the ability to speak—even to think. “You like when I take control. You will let me use toys on you, punish you, bend you to my will.” Andrea tensed, not certain if she entirely liked what Jan was saying, but she was unable to come up with a valid complaint.

“I—I…” she was panting as he rubbed her more firmly, getting wetter by the moment, her body heating up.
 

“I must reward you for forgiving me,” Jan said, holding her gaze as his fingers worked away at her. “You have been a very good little one, Drea.” His voice was somehow softer, full of praise. “Later you will help me find toys to properly train you.” She nodded, not sure of what she was agreeing to, but certain that she wanted more of whatever he had in mind.
 

Jan tugged at the sash of her robe, pulling it untied, and Andrea gasped as he moved her around with expert maneuvers, opening up her robe and letting it fall away to expose her body to his hungry gaze even as he settled her on his lap, her legs spread wider. “I am going to make you come, little one,” Jan said in a low murmur, one of his fingers dipping down to her soaking wet inner folds. He pressed his thick, warm fingers into her slowly, pushing past the resistance of her body, his thumb swirling around her pleasure center. How he could know so perfectly how to touch her, just from watching videos, Andrea had no idea, but as Jan pushed one finger and then two deep inside of her, working them in and out slowly, she moaned, grateful that he had somehow learned.

Jan leaned in, kissing Andrea on the lips and then working his way down, nibbling lightly along her neck. Andrea shivered, pushing her hips down to meet his touches, arching her back as Jan’s mouth shifted to her collarbones, his hot breath tickling her skin. His fingers began to move faster, his thumb rubbing against her pleasure center in tight circles even as he plunged deeper and deeper inside of her, brushing her inner walls, seeking the cluster of nerves that he somehow knew was there. “You will give me your whole body, and I will make you happy,” Jan told her firmly. He brought one of her breasts up to his mouth, claiming her nipple with lips and tongue. Andrea let out a noise—a gasping moan—as the forked ends of his tongue flickered up and down, swirling around the rapidly-hardening nub.

Jan switched from one breast to another, and Andrea writhed and squirmed on his lap, her hips moving, her whole body tingling as hot and cold jolts of pleasure rushed through her. Jan’s fingers, probing inside her, testing and exploring, brushed against a spot along her inner walls, and Andrea cried out helplessly, her whole body tensing as he found her second pleasure-center. He rubbed and stroked, inside and out, and Andrea felt her whole body convulsing as one wave of pleasure after another wracked her. “Oh—oh, Jan, oh—god, yes, yes, yes, please…” He moved his fingers faster and faster, bringing his lips up to hers once more, and Andrea cried out over and over again as spasms of pleasure crackled through her nerves. She felt herself gushing onto his fingers, felt her muscles flexing and relaxing erratically, outside of her control.

Jan kept touching, stroking, kissing her until she sagged against him, her cries turning into helpless whimpers, the urge to beg him to stop—to say that she could not take anymore—rising up as quickly as her arousal had. His fingers withdrew, and he gave her one final, affectionate stroke, kissing her lightly on the lips. “Do you forgive me, little one?” he asked her. Breathless, barely comprehending, Andrea nodded.

“Just—give me a minute,” she said, panting still as aftershocks of pleasure danced up and down along all the nerves in her body. Jan made a sound like a low chuckle, pulling her body tightly against his, holding her as she trembled.
 

Gradually, Andrea’s breath slowed, her fluttering heart beginning to calm. Her skin still tingled, her nerves exquisitely awake, but the trembling began to subside. She took one final, deep breath and pulled back slightly to look up at Jan. He was watching her intently, a faint almost-smile curving his lips, an emotion she couldn’t quite read in his unearthly eyes. “We are going to have to talk about—a lot of things,” Andrea said slowly. “There are a lot of… preferences, and things that you need to understand.” Jan nodded.

“I know very much that my understanding of your mating ritual is not complete,” he said. “But I will be happy to learn this from you.” He kissed her again, his hands beginning to wander all over her body. “I will enjoy having your body to myself.” Andrea smiled in spite of herself, shaking her head.

“We are going to have several very, very long conversations.” Jan’s yellowish eyes seemed to glow.
 

“I enjoy this coffee drink you gave me—I feel full of strength. I think now it is time for you to take your training.” Andrea looked at him with a little bit of alarm, thinking of his apparent belief that all women submitted to—and enjoyed—anal.
 

“I am going to ask one thing,” she said, swallowing against the convulsive tightening in her throat. Jan raised an eyebrow in mute query. “Please—you know I’m not…” she sighed. “I haven’t done these things. Please be careful, and slow.” Jan nodded quickly.

“Yes, I am aware you are a virgin. I will never hurt you, Drea. I want to prove that I am your rightful Master.” Andrea laughed wryly, wondering if she would ever find a way to make him understand. “While we have each other, I will always be good to you.” There was something in that—but she couldn’t bring herself to ask why he qualified it.

“Okay,” she said instead. “Then I am interested to see what you mean by training.” Jan held her tightly in his arms as he stood in one fluid movement, and Andrea suppressed the urge to protest, pushing down her instinctive fear.

He carried her through the small house easily, into the bedroom. Andrea swayed slightly as he set her down gently on her feet; Jan steadied her, looking down with a mixture of amusement, desire, and something that looked like affection in his golden eyes. “Take this off,” he said, gesturing to the robe. Andrea blushed slightly and slipped the fabric off of her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor at her feet.
 

For a moment, Jan seemed to have forgotten the goal of training her. His hands wandered over the lush curves of her body, exploring and caressing. He cupped her breasts, teasing her nipples into firm little nubs, and then rolling and twisting them between his fingers. Andrea gasped, arching into his touch instinctively as a jolt of hot, electric sensation seemed to shoot directly from her breasts to her sex. “Where do you keep your clamps?” Jan asked her. Andrea shook her head, barely able to comprehend the question as his fingers tightened on her nipples, pain overtaking pleasure for an instant before the more enjoyable sensation overwhelmed her once more.
 

“I—I—I don’t—don’t have any,” she said. Jan considered the problem, continuing to roll and twist her nipples between firm, strong fingers, making her squirm. Andrea alternately swayed into the attentions and instinctively tried to get away from them, writhing with a mixture of desire and discomfort.
 

“We will make do, but later you must get some.” Andrea nodded her agreement, and the pressure and keen sensation fled as Jan’s hands moved away from her breasts. He reached into one of the pockets on his coverall and withdrew something that looked like a cross between a clothespin and a bull dog clip—two objects that fit in the palm of his hand, shiny and metallic.
 

“What is that?” Andrea asked, shifting backward.

“You do not move away,” he told her, reaching out and pulling her closer once again. “These are just spare parts, pieces that I carry around.” He cupped one of her breasts steadily and Andrea was frozen in place. She watched with fascination and horror as he opened one of the clips, pressing the lever at the end down until the other end opened up. He brought it closer and closer to her, and she started to try and move away again, but a noise in his throat stopped her.

The clip closed around her nipple, and Andrea cried out in shock as an intense sensation—somewhere between pain and pleasure, mingling both in a way that she couldn’t quite comprehend—shot through her body. Instinctively, she reached up to try and take the offending clip off of her nipple as the tingling settled into a throb. It was an almost burning sensation that wasn’t exactly painful, but it was more than she thought she could stand. Jan shook his head. “I am training you, little one,” he told her firmly. “You must submit.”

Jan claimed her wrists, thrusting them behind her back and closing his hand around both her arms, holding her absolutely still while he looked around. “I am going to spank you for this,” he told her, glancing briefly with a faint smile on his face. “But first…” He crouched down, picking up her robe and pulling the sash free of the loops with one hand.
 

Jan turned her around, and Andrea moaned with desire as she felt the soft fabric caress her skin and then tighten. She knew she should struggle more—she knew there was at least a faint possibility she could get away. She could use her safe word again, and Jan would stop. But in spite of the throbbing pain in her breast and the fear she felt at suddenly being so helpless, she was also full of curiosity and intrigue, desire beginning to build up in her body. In a matter of moments, her wrists were tied firmly behind her, constrained to the small of her back, leaving her even more helpless than she had been before.