Finally, I swallowed around him, taking his warm seed into my belly like I knew he wanted me to. Spurts of cum rained against my throat and I did my best to take every last drop. Swallowing again and again, I took everything he gave me.
When he was done, he slowly pulled free from my mouth and I drew in a deep breath, one after another until I gathered myself once more. I watched him anxiously as he tucked his cock away, waiting for what was to happen next.
He would punish me for trying to bite him, wouldn’t he?
I waited, expecting him to reach for me and throw me across the bed and whip me again with his belt. Mentally, I prepared myself for more pain.
Instead, he leaned over me and untied my wrists. He took one and gently helped me to stand on my feet. I stared up at him, waiting for him to hurt me but the blow never came.
He smiled and I took a step back. He looked genuinely happy and that made me even more nervous but as I searched his unexpected expression, I realized that there wasn’t even an ounce of malice there. He even appeared to be proud.
“Aren’t you going to punish me for trying to bite you?” I finally ventured my disbelief more than clear in my tone.
He shook his head.
“No, I’m not going to punish you, my feisty little human,” he answered.
I just looked at him dumbly, not really believing his words. At any moment, I expected him to lash out, but he never did. He just smiled more warmly at me then.
“If you hadn’t have tried to fight back, at least a little, I would have been disappointed in you,” he replied, his voice warm.
I felt myself falter then. Up until that point, his rough use of my body had aroused me and that was it. Moments of kindness like this though made me feel off-balance and I didn’t quite know how I felt about them. I stared back at him and it was then I realized that I might like him, at least just a little.
I turned away, wrapping my arms around my chest. This man had taken me and in a single afternoon, he’d turned my world completely upside down and I knew I’d never be the same. I knew that for the rest of my life, no man would ever come close to what he’d given me and that I’d always compare each and every one to this beast of an alien man.
I bit my lip and he reached for me. This time, I didn’t run or try to pull away. Instead, I allowed him to take me in his arms and hold me. The walls around my heart fractured just a little and I curled into his embrace, allowing myself to feel safe, at least for a little while.
“Come, let’s get you all washed up,” he whispered, his voice soft and comforting.
He gently took my fingers in his, clasping his hand protectively around mine and led me to a closed door not far from where we stood. He opened the dark wooden door, and I looked nervously inside.
Marble tiles lined the floor, large and rectangular with heavy gray veins running through each one. A large vanity and mirror were to the left and on the right was a glass-encased shower with multiple showerheads that appeared to mimic the rain. Next to the shower was a very deep jetted tub that looked large enough for at least four people Bane’s size.
He sat down on the side of the tub and turned on the water with the press of a button. The flow of water was fast but smooth and within a minute or two, the tub was almost full. He took a few bottles off a nearby shelf and I watched as he poured several oils into the water.
The scent of roses filled the air and I sighed with pleasure. I hadn’t smelled anything that wonderful in a long time. Dryac was a gritty, dirty place but the life of a smuggler wasn’t exactly a nice and clean one.
In fact, I couldn’t really remember the last time I’d had a bath. Especially not one this nice in a place like this.
He turned off the water and extended his hand to me. I took it and stepped toward him, allowing myself to trust him for a moment.
“I’m going to take these off now. It’s going to hurt for a little while. This isn’t a punishment, my little human. Do you understand me?” he asked softly, all while holding my gaze steady with his.
“Yes,” I replied, biting my lip.
“Yes, what?” he scolded gently, and I felt myself blush at his dominance.
“Yes, sir,” I whispered, almost breathless.
He smiled and my heart fluttered just a little in response.
He placed one hand on my hip and with the other, he reached for the clamp on my left nipple. His grip on my hip tightened and when he took off the clip, I was grateful for it. Pain lanced across my breast and I cried out, whimpering out loud from the terrible agony. He quickly removed the clamp on my right nipple, and I cried out once more.
I arched my back, pressing my breasts upward as I tried to cope. Tiny pants escaped my lips and I squeezed my eyes shut, quivering as I did so. My arms curled forward, and I gently squeezed my breasts, careful to avoid my very sore and very sensitive nipples.
“Good girl,” he murmured and with those words, every single moment of pain was worth it to hear his pleasure.
After several more moments, the pain gradually faded away and I slowly gathered myself. I stood up straight, opening my eyes and watching as he reached for the last clamp between my legs.