Authors: Carole Cummings Olivia Starke Leigh Ellwood Louisa Bacio Erzabet Bishop Eva Lefoy Natasha Knight Sue Lyndon Cathy Pegau Kate Richards MarenSmith Eve Langlais Anne Ferrer Odom Anastasia Vitsky
Oo’ir frowned, fingering the black lacy fabric. “What is this?”
“Panties. Underwear.” I struggled to remember their word for it.
“Clothes?”
“Yes.”
He nodded. “Approved.” Seconds later, he lowered into the seat and flipped me over his knees. “Punishment. Bad.”
“Bad,” I agreed.
His first spank shot stars out my eyes. I had second thoughts. Maybe I couldn’t take his rough handling. Maybe I’d overshot my boundaries. “Wait…”
Slap.
The second strike hit me and then another. And another. He spanked me good and hard until the burn super-heated my ass cheeks. They were so hot when he lifted his hand away the breeze momentarily cooled them. He gave me twenty or more good whacks, never slowing down, never lightening his velocity. When he finally did stop and stroked his hand over both cheeks, I wept with relief and the stinging pain.
“Punishment,” Oo’ir said softly as though fascinated by the idea.
Water streamed down my cheeks. My breath came in gulps. I’d had enough, but assumed Oo’ir had other plans and we certainly had not agreed upon a safe word. “Punished,” I choked out.
As in past tense. As in done.
He took a deep inhale and I remembered the pheromones in my bracelet. If it was covered by my coat, would they work on him at this close a range? I pressed the release valve repeatedly, needing some sort of rescue, not knowing if this would make my situation better or worse.
His fingers dipped under the edge of my thong and a shudder wracked me, the contact like rough gravel over the super-sensitive skin of my ass. I felt every millisecond of his caress. When his finger traced toward my entrance, I moaned.
“You
like
punishment.” He stated this as a fact, not a question.
All I could do was nod and gulp more air, fearful of another round of his forceful spanks. His finger slipped between my wet lips and I opened my legs wider, hoping he’d explore this alternate route. He did. When his thick, sturdy finger plunged inside me, I became the happiest woman in the galaxy.
“You’re wet. Bad girl.” He pulled his finger out and spanked me – not as hard – then thrust inside me again.
The little shock of pain righted my senses, cleared my emotions and got me back in the game. “Yes,” I said. “More.”
He did it again. A spank and a thrust, then another, and another. He set up a rhythm that drove me close to the edge.
Hands tied behind my back, ass hot and aching, I squeezed my channel around his finger, straining for release. If he’d only push in a little farther, a little faster…
He jerked his hand away.
I again found myself on the verge of tears. My pussy left empty, wanting. I desperately needed to come to make this all worthwhile. But in typical Dom fashion, he’d withheld my release and I dared not complain.
His hands came to my ribcage and lifted me up. Then he plunked me down, right on my smarting ass, my legs straddling his thighs. I bit my lip, refusing to cry out.
In this position I was totally open to him, vulnerable and exposed. He did not touch me, but his gaze raked me from my face to my cunt, and I shivered under his approving stare.
He licked his lips. “I did not realize Earth women liked punishment so much.”
“Some of us do,” I admitted.
Oo’ir groaned and rocked his hips, rubbing an immense erection against my clit. Apparently the pheromones were working just fine. “Then I will punish you some more.”
He rocked me back a little, opened his pants and took out a stiff green cock that it would take nearly two of my hands to circle. I wetted his thigh at the sight.
“Punishment is good,” Oo’ir said, lifting me up. He positioned me over him and loosened his hold.
I slid over his thick bulbous head and my first release started. Thanks to his earlier administrations, I was totally wet and ready to take him. Orgasms rippled through me as my channel clenched and then surrendered to every inch of his cock. By the time I had him fully inside me, my screams were louder than a sex banshee’s. He beamed at me, grabbed my hips, and began to thrust.
Every slam of his enormous cock filled me to the breaking point, leaving no room to spare. His unrelenting and thorough rhythm at first complemented my desire, and then overtook it. I clung to his massive shoulders like two buoys in a turbulent sea.
When he came, the heat of his seed in my channel made me moan dizzily. He tilted his head back and his green lips opened and closed, emitting stuttered roars as he burst inside me. Each of his jerking shudders shook the chair, threatening to shatter it to pieces. But his hoarse shouts were music to my ears. With my cunt completely filled, his wetness spilled out below, leaving a sticky mess. Evidence I’d succeeded in my research goal: find new life forms and experience their kinky sexual tastes first-hand. As his hips stilled, I sighed happily.
“Very good.” Oo’ir smiled and patted my hip. “You enjoyed your punishment.”
Not sure if punishment was a euphemism they used for
all
sex or not, I dug a little deeper. “And you? Were you bad as well?”
He licked green lips. “Very bad.”
“Then you should be punished some more?” I really wanted to understand how this worked for the Utai’ians. Did all of them do kink, or just some? Was every sexual contact seen as a
scene
or were there other uses of sexuality on their world? I didn’t have much time to find out but since I’d traveled so far, I hated not to find out all I could while I had the chance.
Oo’ir's eyes lit up and his jaw pulsed. “Yes. I need more punishment. You will punish me this time?”
If punishing Oo’ir had anything to do with riding his cock some more, I’d surely try. “Yes, if you would like me to.”
He let out a “Ha ha!” laugh that sounded triumphant, and stood from the chair, taking me with him, still impaled on his massive member. “Transporter,” he said. “Private suites.”
Before I could protest his choice of transportation, a large tractor beam appeared from the ceiling and swallowed us whole. Seconds later, I opened my eyes in a luxury bedroom setting. If Oo’ir wasn’t the richest man on Utai, he was at least filthy damn loaded. He stood next to me – our bodies uncoupled by the transporter process – and motioned toward the wall above the bed. On it hung a strange assortment of objects, some vaguely familiar, others brand new to me.
“There are many ways you can punish me, Earthling. Which do you choose?”
As I contemplated the wall, the door popped open. A young servant girl sank to her knees. “Emperor, your wife is here.”
Emperor? Holy crap-a-roonie
. Oo’ir was the big cheese? My eyes widened and my breathing squealed to a halt.
Oo’ir saw this and laughed.
An Utai’ian woman glided into the room, as big and as green as her husband – or whatever they called their mating pairs here. She spoke in a language my translator did not understand. Perhaps it was slang, or some other idiosyncrasy of their dialect. Maybe it was a litany composed solely of swear words. Whatever it was, it came out as a huffy reprimand while she looked me up and down and then spat at her husband.
Oo’ir crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow, but said nothing.
When his wife finished her tirade, she vacated the room in a swirl of white cloth. Oo’ir turned, grabbed me and tossed me on the bed on my back. He flung himself down on top of me, grinning from green ear to green ear. “Bad. Punish me.”
His thick green cock pressed against my thigh. I had the idea his punishment involved more penetration and I was fine with that, unless the wife came back. Having just recently had one death sentence mitigated, I wasn’t eager to try my luck with a second. Leaving Utai alive was a good plan. But the eager gleam in his eyes was almost pleading, his need infectious. It damn near stole my heart. And really, how many emperors begged for such treatment? Wasn’t the anomaly of it alone reason enough to comply? Besides, I’d have bragging rights at the bar for decades to come. “How?”
He snapped up and grabbed a long, thin piece of metallic looking plasti-synth from the wall. Along its edge were tiny square teeth, all set in an even row. But the bow itself looked flexible. Suddenly I understood its purpose. He handed me the whip and resumed the top position. With his hand he pointed to his back. “Strike me, here.”
Curious, I parted my legs and allowed him access.
This time, he entered me with one long, full stroke and paused, hovering over me, waiting. “Punishment. I need to be punished.” His hips surged forward as he groaned the word, shoving his cock impossibly further into my cunt.
I groaned, too, and struck the middle of his back. The light in his eyes intensified, so I struck him again, right on his meaty green ass. Then I hit him between the shoulder blades, harder this time. The whip made a nice snapping sound but wasn’t heavy to wield. “Good?”
Above me, Oo’ir closed his eyes and rocked his hips in a rolling, half-sideways pattern. His green complexion appeared flushed. “Again. More.”
Since he’d given me more when I’d asked for it, he deserved the same attention from me. Surmising that humans and Utai’ians might have the same pain/pleasure threshold, I carefully placed nice, even blows on his back, driving him as slowly toward bliss as I knew how.
Oo’ir rocked above me, his thrusts quicker, rougher. He grunted with each stroke, the pitch going higher and higher as he climbed toward release.
Finally I could take the pure beauty of his enjoyment and the hot warmth of his throbbing cockhead inside me no longer. My climax approached. I took a chance and hit him even harder, hoping to drive him over the edge with me.
He cried out and froze in place. But though he no longer thrust, his arms and torso trembled. His neck muscles twitched and bunched as his face heated. Down below, his legs and ass tightened, pushing his cock around inside me with each fierce spasm. Then he drenched me.
I grabbed his arm and screamed as the sensation of him coming finally undid me. With the sex not as rough as the last time, this release was sweeter. I ached from the fullness, and yet could not complain. My muscles gripped him over and over until they had no more strength and then simply submitted to his majestic quivering circumference. Finally I collapsed from an overdose of pleasure. I sank into the bed, breathing hard. As I laid there, Oo’ir trailed a finger over my heaving chest and up my neck to my jaw. I shivered at the first real touch between us.
“Thank you. That was very good.” He sounded pretty winded as well. I idly wondered what his back looked like.
“You…didn’t…tell me… you were…the emperor,” I panted out.
One of his bushy dark green eyebrows raised. “Would you have struck me if I had?”
He had a point. I bit my lower lip and shook my head, defeated. For a guy with a big green pecker, his logic was impeccable. “But what about your wife? Does she…?”
He shifted slightly to the side, and his cock moved inside me again. Damn it was hard to think when he did that. As though he could sense my problem, he chuckled. “Not normally. Sometimes I have to ask her more than once. But don’t worry, your angering her has assured me much punishment for the future.”
“Is that what you want?”
Interesting.
So his wife would do the honors in my stead. But did she truly understand the extent of his needs?
“Yes.” He gave a heavy sigh while tracing his finger the opposite direction along the same path. “It’s very hard to get the punishment you crave when you’re the emperor. Some of us like punishment more than others, no?”
I nodded, completely understanding. Yes, it was hard to admit to a liking for a bit of pain, even in the human realm. How much harder would it be for a ruler? And if his wife only beat him when angry? Guilt stabbed me. I suddenly feared for his safety and clutched his arms. “Will she hurt you because of me?”
He winked, amused by my concern. “Only a little. Not nearly as good as you.” His eyes went soft and he kissed me. Just a quick brush of the lips, but the touch left his warmth behind. It lingered, the sensation mixing with the wetness of my pussy, creating a longing where none had existed before.
“You can stay,” he told me, by way of asking.
I shook my head. “I can’t. I need to catch my flight.” Although the idea of remaining longer on Utai and doing more research did appeal to me. For instance, how much of the population favored a bit of kink and were there any other specialties besides what I’d already seen?
“Too bad.” He withdrew and stood me up. Both of us were stark naked. “I would have liked to get to know you better.”
I batted my eyelashes and wriggled my hips. “I could always stop back by this way sometime.”
“Make it soon,” he ordered, with a slap on my ass.
The already pummeled nerve endings re-awoke, and my butt blazed. The heat rose all the way up to my cheeks where I blushed furiously.
Oo’ir grinned in approval. “Very nice.” Below, his green cock twitched, hardening again. The man had already had two releases. His stamina was astounding. I’d be sure to add that to my notes.
I looked at it, licked my lips and sent a pleading glance to Oo’ir.
He quirked a brow. “Earthling?”
“Oo’ir?” I turned my gaze to the wall behind me, then back to him.
Oo’ir moaned, his shaft stretching to full size once more. “You wish more punishment, do you?”
“I’d like to try. Just this once…”
He took me by the hand and walked us both to the wall. Once there he quickly selected several items. A long belt-like object, a collar with a leash, and a small whip, not unlike the one I’d used on him. Carefully he guided me my knees. Once there, he looped the belt around my chest, pinning my upper arms in place and attached the other end to the bed. Then, he slipped the collar around my neck and held the leash with one hand. In the other, he held the long sinewy whip.
In front of my face, his massive cock bobbed.
“I am rather large for you.”
“Let me try anyway.” This was just the kind of spur of the moment research I liked best. Grinning, I sent him a hopeful look.
“All right. If you desire.”
One look at his cock still damp from our combined juices and I desired very much. Opening my mouth, I waited for his next move.