A new thought entered my head—was this turning Sir on, too?
I looked surreptitiously over the side of the tub, but his crotch was hidden from view so I couldn’t tell if he had a hard-on or not. Of course, he was an alien—who knew if he even had the usual male equipment down there? He might fuck women with his tail instead of a penis for all I knew.
The tail in question with its metal cap, was waving gently in the background. The irony wasn’t lost on me—I had been bought by a guy who had horns and a tail, yetIwas supposed to be the animal!
“Hmm…you’re very wet here,” Sir remarked, sliding his finger gently in and out of me. He probably just thought he was washing me, but he was so big that his finger was bigger than Don’s cock had been and I actually felt like I was getting fucked.
And for the first time in my life, to my shame, I was actuallyenjoyingit.
“Is this amount of moisture normal for you here, little one?” Sir asked me, continuing to “wash” inside me.
“I…I don’t know,” I whispered breathlessly. I wished my body wasn’t responding to his so strongly. I wanted to slap his face but at the same time I also wanted him to pet my clit some more. I had never had an orgasm but I had the feeling I was close to one—close to some crest or hill that I had never been able to climb before.
“Well—I suppose we’ll see on subsequent baths,” he remarked, finally sliding his finger out and leaving me feeling wet and achy and unfulfilled. “Now then, I think you’re all clean now. Are you ready to rinse off and get out?”
“I…I guess so.”
My whole body felt sensitive and hot but my new Master didn’t seem to realize the effect he’d had on me at all. He had me sit in the not-water and rinsed me thoroughly. I had to bite my lip to keep from asking if he needed to wash the extra mild cleaning solution out of me too. I didn’t want to admit that I wanted to feel his touch on me and more importantlyinme, again.
He made some remarks about the lovely color of the “fur” on my head and how he thought it would need washing next time, but for now it was fine. Then he drained the not-water and got a big, fluffy towel the size of a beach blanket and wrapped me in it. Without asking if he could, he scooped me up, the same way you might pick up a dog or a cat, and carried me into the bedroom.
SEVEN
ELLI
“It’s actually quite late by my timeline but I think I took you in the middle of your daylight hours,” he remarked as he sat on the edge of the bed, still holding me cradled in the towel. “Would you like me to synthesize some food for you? I haven’t read up yet on your dietary and nutritional requirements but I can scan the pamphlet the Commercians gave me if you like.”
“No,” I whispered, shaking my head. I still felt thoroughly shaken by my body’s reaction to his touch. I ought to feel violated, I told myself—I ought tohatehim.
Instead, I found myself cravingmore. Not that I was about to tell him that. He was still the enemy—the bastard who had captured me. Bought me like I was a piece of chattel—an animal he could own.
If only his hands didn’t feel so good on my body. And if only he didn’t smell so good!
Because now that I was close to him and the lightly fragranced cleaning lotions he had used on me were washed away, I could smell my new Master’s distinctive scent and I have to admit, it wasincredible.
Imagine the best, most expensive men’s cologne you’ve ever smelled and then imagine the scent of your favorite lover’s skin. Sir’s scent was like both of those mixed together. I wondered if he was giving off some kind of alien pheromone or something but whatever it was, it drew me like a magnet. It made me want to bury my face in his neck and breathe him in and never stop.
I clamped down on the urge sternly.
“Can I go now?” I asked, not meeting his eyes. “I mean, if it’s your nighttime, it’s time to rest, right? To sleep?”
“Certainly you may sleep if you’re not hungry.” He unwrapped the towel and set me down on the floor in front of the bed gently.
“Can I have a nightdress?” I asked, daring to look at him. “Or some kind of night clothes to sleep in?”
He shook his head.
“I’m afraid not—pets don’t generally wear clothing in my culture. Besides, I’ve always thought that a pet in clothes looks perfectly ridiculous.”
It wasn’t lost on me that I had thought the exact same thing—many times—while helping Great Aunt Maizy dress her doggies. But the idea of walking around naked all the time made me feel desperately vulnerable.
“Please,” I said, though I hated to beg. “It might not be part of your culture but itispart of mine. I need something to wear!”
“You’ll get something, little one,” he promised me. “I’m going to synthesize you a collar tomorrow after first meal. Won’t that be nice?”
“Acollar?”I glared at him, angry all over again.
“Well yes, of course,” he said as though it should be obvious. “I must show my ownership of you, especially on the planets we visit together. It wouldn’t do to have you stolen away or mistaken for someone else’s property.”