Unworldly Encounter Complete Series (13 page)

Andrea was ripped out of the deep haze of pleasure and contentment by the sound of Jan speaking sharply in his own language. She opened her eyes, her eyelids still feeling almost irresistibly heavy, and turned her head to see him speaking into the communications device. Her heart beat faster as he spoke, sounding angry and harsh. Andrea swallowed against the instinctive fear that formed. What was happening?
 

There were a few more comments back and forth, before Jan lowered his voice to a hiss, delivering some kind of command that was met by an almost-meek response. He pressed something on the device, and set it aside. “What’s the news?” Andrea asked, her heart beating faster.

“I am officially last to bring in a woman,” he said. “The other scientist just came in with his subject. They are waiting for me.”

“Are they really going to believe that you were killed?” Andrea asked. Jan reached out, cradling her body against his.

“They will have to,” he said, stroking her everywhere. His hand brushed her sensitive breast and Andrea shivered. “My…” he made a sound, a word in his own language, and pointed to the device. “It will be destroyed. They will no longer be in contact with me.”

“What about that thing you said your people had? The implanted alarm thing?”
 

Jan dismissed the idea with a gesture, “It is not in play. Just this device, to stay in communication. No longer in communication, I must be dead. Or presumed dead.”
 

“What happens to your betrothed? The woman you promised to marry?”

“She will be betrothed to someone else if she must. Or she will be my widow.” Jan brought Andrea’s face up to his and kissed her hungrily. She could feel his member already beginning to stir. “We must discuss our rules.”

“Again?” Andrea frowned playfully.

“Yes. We must have rules as Master and sub. For you to be my Little One, my mate.” Andrea cuddled close to Jan, wondering how it was possible that she could feel closer to this man than any other human she had ever met, so soon. How she could trust him more than any other man, how she could feel such a deep respect and even, she shivered at the realization, even love, after less than a week with him.
 

“Okay,” Andrea said. “So what are the rules?”
 

Jan considered the question. “First,” he cupped her breast lightly, looking over her body with undisguised appreciation. “First you must begin to get naked the moment you come home from your work.”

“As soon as I walk in the door?”
 

Jan nodded, “You will take off your clothes and put on your collar and present yourself to me.”

“What if I come home first?”

“Then you will wait for me. With the collar on, to signal your willingness to submit to me.”

Andrea pawed at the collar, “But I don’t have to wear it all the time, do I?”

Jan admired the length of leather around her neck for a moment, sighing in contentment, before shaking his head, “No. Only when you are in training. Only when you are to submit to me as my sub.”
 

“So I come home and get naked and put the collar on, and then what?”
 

Jan kissed her lightly on the forehead, “And then you take training.”

“Every day?”
 

Jan’s eyes gleamed, “Every day. Maybe twice on your non-working days. Always.”

“You’re a pretty demanding Master. Maybe I don’t want to.”

“Then I will punish you,” Jan said, making the sound that was his laugh. “I will teach you to want to. Also, this reminds me. If you have done wrong during the day, you will confess to me, and I will punish you for it as a good Master should.”
 

Andrea shook her head, clucking her tongue against her teeth. “What do I get out of this?” she asked playfully. Deep down, she had to admit the idea of daily kinky and satisfying sex was a great deal better than her semi-celibate existence before.
 

“I make you come, again and again, as any Master should make his sub do.” Jan kissed her again. “And we share our lives. I bring in money, like you. I work. I satisfy your need for a mate.” Jan pulled Andrea around, positioning him on top of her. “You come so well for me. You are such a good Little One, Drea. I will make you happy.”

“What other rules do you have for me, Master?” Jan rocked his hips against hers, and Andrea felt his member rubbing against her soaking wet sex, teasing her. He was swiftly becoming hard again and Andrea was almost ready to take him once more.
 

“Whenever you wear this,” Jan said, reaching up to caress her skin along the collar. “Your body belongs to me. You will not question what I want to do, unless you must use your safe word. I may touch you, I may tease you, and I may torment you. You will stay naked for me and submit to my will.”

“That seems—fair,” Andrea said as she felt his member heating up, becoming rigid. In spite of her deep satisfaction, she could feel new arousal beginning to stir inside of her. She had never, in her entire life, felt so continuously turned on, so constantly ready for more sex.

“We must also… what is the word you used before? Make love. Every morning.”

“That I am perfectly fine with,” Andrea told the alien, leaning in to kiss him eagerly. The few times they had made love so far had given her a deeper feeling for the man who had claimed her for his own. Jan reached up and around to the back of her neck, and Andrea felt the leather collar fall away.

“Make love with me, Drea,” Jan said, his voice somehow losing its commanding, dominant edge. She felt his rigid member rubbing against her, the tip pressing against her pleasure center. Andrea rocked her hips against his.

“It’s not morning,” she told him playfully.
 

“Make love with me anyway,” Jan countered, pulling her in for another kiss. Andrea shifted her hips against his, all semblance of her submissive alter-ego fell away. She felt in control again, and as she slowly sank down onto his hot, stone-like erection, Andrea moaned with unabashed pleasure. She could climax when she pleased, she could stop if she wanted. She didn’t have to use the safe word. They began to move together, falling into a mutual rhythm slower than the way Jan had taken her before in their training session, but so deeply satisfying Andrea hoped against hope that it would never stop.
 

Jan’s lips brushed against her skin everywhere, his forked tongue wriggling along the line of her jaw, the ends slithering past her lips. Andrea’s pleasure mounted moment by moment as the friction built up between them, her hips rising and falling with their own momentum, seemingly of their own will. She moaned out as Jan’s hands trailed over her body, touching her everywhere, relieving tension she hadn’t known was buried deep in her muscles until the kneading fingers eased it. Andrea balanced herself on her knees, moving faster and faster. Every shifting thrust of Jan’s body against hers brought more friction to bear against her pleasure center, sending tingling sensations through her.

They reached their second orgasms almost as quickly as they had their first, and Andrea sagged against Jan, not quite so utterly spent, but still crackling with pleasure that made her muscles twitch, that made her giggle irrepressibly at how good, how right and how whole she felt. “You must admit to me,” Jan said, cradling her body against his, holding her as if she really was small, as if she were helpless—and Andrea supposed that compared to him, in spite of her stature and solid build, she was. “You must admit that you loved being filled anally. You cannot lie about that.”

“Okay, fine,” Andrea said, in no mood to argue, particularly when he was right, in spite of her unwillingness to admit it. “I did like it. I loved it.”

“Soon you will be begging me to take you that way,” Jan said, brushing his lips up to her ear. “You will plead, ‘Master, please take my ass. Please, oh please, Master.’”

Andrea laughed, rolling her eyes. “One day, maybe,” she rested her cheek against his broad chest. “Right now I want to rest for a little while longer, and then I want to eat. I’m starving.”

PART FIVE

ANDREA COULDN’T REMEMBER A POINT in her life when she had felt more anxious. Two days after Jan had first brewed the potion that made him pass for human, his communication device was buzzing constantly. She was amazed the alien seemed to be utterly nonchalant about the escalating tensions surrounding his long absence from his fellow researchers. “They are worried,” he said in the early morning, flashing a grin at her.

“If they’re worried, won’t they try and look for you?”

“It would not be so easy to find me,” he said.
 

They had decided she would have to go to work, after calling in sick for nearly a week. So after their morning lovemaking session, she had forced herself to go to the office, in spite of her misgivings about what it would mean for Jan to be in one place, with his communicator constantly buzzing with questions from his superiors. He told her he had informed them that the hunt was continuing, and he was monitoring his “subject” and looking for a point in time to get her away from her “human mate”.
 

“They are very excited,” Jan said, frowning slightly in what Andrea thought might have been disgust. “Most of the subjects brought back are young women who have no mates. They think it will be interesting to compare them with women who have mated.” He shook his head. “I am glad I am not going with them.”
 

“You realize,” she said, looking at him firmly, dressed and ready to drive to work, “that if the government catches you, they’re…” She shook her head.

“Why would the government suspect I am an alien?” Jan asked. “It took you a very long time to come to the conclusion, and you are more perceptive than many of your people.”
 

Andrea balked slightly. “Sometimes you talk as if my people are little more than… than primitive heathens.”

Jan smiled slowly at her irritation, “Sometimes your people
are
little more than primitive heathens,” he countered. “I cannot say that my people are less… heathenish? Than yours. But we are clearly more advanced.” Andrea wasn’t able to argue with that point; a species that crossed solar systems for the purposes of advanced genetic and scientific research on other species was clearly technologically advanced. “I hope in time I will meet more humans like you, Drea,” Jan said, kissing her lightly on the forehead and pushing her towards the front door. “But based on what I have seen of humans, I would not even necessarily have to take my potion in order to fit in among you.”

Andrea went through her routine at work, making as many excuses as possible not to speak to people. She had done some work from home, when her efforts with Jan allowed, so there wasn’t a massive pile of backed-up correspondence to clear, but in a certain respect, it was good for her to get back into the office, away from the situation itself. Andrea found she could think more clearly without the presence of Jan’s simmering sensuality around her, his sheer self-confidence.
 

By lunch time, she was fidgeting at her desk. Jan had suggested that once he was clear of his people and fully incorporated into human society, t he would enjoy giving her “training” tasks while she was at work. While they were making love that morning, he had murmured suggestions of clipping a silent vibrator to her panties to throb against her throughout the day, or of sending her to work with a plug buried inside her, with the explicit instruction that she was only to remove it with his permission. In spite of enjoying the time away from her lover, Andrea found herself reacting to both the anxiety of not knowing what was going on with him in her home and the sudden discontinuation of the constant sexual thrum that had persisted between them for days. She knew he had planned to use her computer to craft himself a human identity, complete with birth certificate and social security records. How he was going to accomplish that, Andrea wasn’t sure. He was so confident; she occasionally wondered just how much contact he’d had with humans before meeting her. She definitely thought the stakes at hand were much higher than he seemed to find them.

As the work day dragged on, Andrea tried to think of how she could get in touch with Jan, to see how he was doing, if he needed anything, if he was in danger. Somewhere deep down inside, she could not quite believe he was going to get away with the scam he had proposed. It seemed far too fantastic. But he had insisted that his fellow scientists and the people in command of the expedition would be far more interested in getting away with their prizes than worried about him, once it was established that he was dead. Just how Jan planned to “prove” his death without being visible to his colleagues was something he hadn’t yet explained to her.

Andrea’s gaze kept switching to the clock on her computer screen every few minutes; normally if she had taken such an extended multi-day absence from work, she would be staying late. But she couldn’t wait to get home. She had to get home to Jan, to find out what exactly was going on, and how his plans were progressing.

She waited for the earliest possible moment to leave; as soon as the clock showed 6:01, Andrea set her computer to lock, turned off the monitors, and pressed the button on her phone to forward all calls to voicemail. She gathered up her purse and started towards the door.