“Yes, sir,” I whispered, biting my lip after I spoke. I wanted to remain quiet. I wanted to remain undiscovered as he slid his fingers up and down my sensitive little clit.
But that was naïve. I should have known it would be impossible to stay silent with him.
The more he touched me, the more out of control I felt. Every ounce of pleasure that raced through my body demanded to be let out, the force of it ricocheting across every nerve gaining more power by the second. My pussy fluttered, desperate to feel those thick fingers inside me and a soft whine escaped my lips.
The sound of my ecstasy sounded like a siren, announcing to everyone on the ship that Vane had his fingers between my legs and that I was dangerously close to orgasm. It felt naughty to be forced to feel pleasure like this, out here in the open where anyone could walk up and discover exactly what he was doing to me here in the stairwell. I didn’t want to admit it, but I was fairly certain that the possibility of getting caught was making me even more aroused the more I thought about it.
My nipples hardened against his chest and my breasts felt heavy with desire. My skin heated, warmed from the pleasure coursing through my veins. I was grateful for the support of his leg because I could feel my own thighs growing weak as my body demanded all my focus center on my aching pussy.
“That’s it. Come for me, little human,” he demanded, his voice soft but entirely expectant. I could feel myself responding, my orgasm brewing to the surface just at the sound of his words. Another whimper escaped my throat and I could feel myself quickly spiraling out of control.
I wanted to stay quiet. I tried to keep my lips pressed together, but it was a desperate measure of futility. The desire to orgasm grew stronger and my will to fight it simmered away into nothingness faster than I could have ever expected.
Another moan escaped my mouth, this one louder than the others that came before it. His responding smirk was both wicked and cruel even as his eyes darkened considerably with desire. His fingers moved faster, more ruthlessly, and I could hardly stand the quickening of my heart and the bliss demanding to be set free.
My eyes fluttered closed as I pressed the back of my head against the wall, trying to grasp desperately at whatever semblance of control that I had left. I could feel it dissolve away, leaving me empty handed and at the mercy of the massive alien that stood in front of me with his hand between my thighs.
I keened loudly, the sound of my pleasure high-pitched and almost deafening. A flush of shame crept across my cheeks, but it was too late.
My release burst over me and at the same moment, Vane thrust two fingers into my tight pussy while keeping his thumb on my clit. My entire body tensed, flushing hotly with forced bliss, and I moaned again.
No. I screamed. I screamed his name as I came all over his fingers.
“Please, Vane.” I writhed, my hips pumping back and forth as I rode his fingers. They fluttered inside me, stroking my inner walls and driving my o
rgasm higher and higher despite everything in me that wanted to stop it. I could feel myself tightening around him as my release raged inside me. His thumb teased my clit, forcing every ounce of pleasure from my body that he could.
I wasn’t quiet and I couldn’t stop myself. I moaned. I keened. I screamed my pleasure for him. I had no doubt that anyone that was above or below us could hear the sounds of shameful pleasure coming from my lips. I had tried to stop myself from making any noise altogether, but I had failed completely. I should have known better with him.
By the time my orgasm finally started to fade, his fingers had slowed. Now his touch was a gentle caress that calmed the passion that he’d forced from my body, a reminder that all he had to do was touch me and I’d fall apart in his hands. The pounding of my heart in my chest began to settle and I bit my lip, feeling a furious blush creep over my cheeks now that I’d come for him.
Naked against the wall. In the stairwell of his ship.
I could hear footsteps below us, and a soft whimper purred in my throat.
He pulled his fingers from my pussy and lifted them back to my lips. I opened them and he pushed those wet digits into my mouth. Slowly, I swirled my tongue around him, cleaning the evidence of my orgasm off his fingers. As I did so, I could feel my own wetness on my thighs. I was dripping with arousal.
He’d made me come. Hard.
Slowly, he let me down and I sighed as I leaned against him. His arms wound around me, covering my nakedness with his large form, and I allowed myself to relax. He hugged me tight to his chest, using himself as something I could hold onto and I did. In more ways than one.
Just a few days ago, I’d been someone else. Now I was someone entirely different and I hadn’t decided whether or not that was a good thing yet.
For the moment though, none of that mattered. The only thing that was important was his arms around my body, holding me tight and offering me comfort after what he’d just done to me. I pressed my forehead against his chest, feeling the soft beat of his heart and I breathed slowly, my own heartbeat slowing to match his.
“Good girl,” he purred and my core clenched hard with desire.
I liked it when he called me that.
After several more minutes, he uncurled his arms from me and gently took my hand. He silently led me down the flight of stairs and then another, before he brought me into another hallway that looked much like the ones we’d walked through before. I didn’t pay much attention to my surroundings as I followed him, too caught up in the shameful thoughts of how he’d made me scream for him in a place that wasn’t private at all.
I hadn’t wanted it, but it wasn’t up to me. It was up to him.
I still felt warm. My body tingled and it almost felt like I was floating as I placed one foot in front of the other. I didn’t think as I followed. I just moved, powered by his expectation that I would. My arousal was slick on my thighs as I walked. I kept my eyes on the floor, afraid to see the expression on the faces of anyone we passed, even more terrified that they could smell the sweet, musky scent of what I’d done.
Vane strode with purpose into a chamber off to the right. It smelled slightly clinical and I finally found the courage to lift my head and look at my surroundings. It was similar to a doctor’s office back on Earth, only there wasn’t anything on the counters. No syringes. No tongue depressors. Not even a stethoscope.
At the center of the room was something that looked like a tanning bed of some kind, but I could only assume that wasn’t its purpose. An alien sat at a metal desk in the corner of the room, perusing a hologram screen with a number of different graphs that I could see.