Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 63580 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63580 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
She looks like she understands, but I know she cannot possibly fully fathom the forces at play here. There are energies in this universe that haunt the darkness and flee to the spaces in between and find their ways into the minds and souls of creatures who act as vessels for them. Psyons are guardians of what is good, fighting all that is evil.
“When are we going to go to your home realm, then?”
“Soon,” I say. “But for the moment, I wish to work on your training, my pet.”
* * *
Mara
I was supposed to be fighting him calling me his pet. I have to keep reminding myself not to enjoy it, though, and that tells me I am losing the battle.
I don’t know if I am supposed to find this all as sexy as I do. When he calls me his, I feel a warm surge of something like love, but even better. I don’t want to. I want to be independent and strong. I don’t want to need anybody. I was just trying to escape, after all.
But then he takes me in his arms and he looks deep in my eyes and I feel an encompassing warmth that makes all the objections I have when he’s not around melt away.
“Whaddaya mean, training?”
“When I tell you to kneel, I want you to kneel for me,” he says.
“Why?”
“Because it indicates that you are willingly submitting to my control. And having you willingly submit to my control makes us both safer. The places we are going and the things we are going to do could be dangerous. I need to know that when I tell you to come to heel, you will come to heel.”
“What if I have my own ideas?”
He smirks sexily. “I am sure you will always have your own ideas, pet. But when I give you an order, I expect you to follow my will, not your own notions.”
I screw up my nose at the idea.
He chuckles to himself, stands up, and stretches. I watch his big blue torso ripple with alien strength and sort of forget what I was annoyed about as arousal starts to warm me.
“That’s cheating,” I tell him. “You know I can’t think about anything besides…”
He reaches out and cups my chin gently, but firmly, in his strong alien hand. He looks down at me as I sit on the bed, and after a moment has gone by and I am lost in his gaze, he issues a command:
“Kneel for me, pet.”
My body is already in motion as he utters the words. I shift about so I am on my knees on the mattress, my hands helping support me because of the soft surface.
“You see? It was so easy, and you were so good at it,” he praises me. His voice sounds like liquid love, and I feel the warm wash of approval sinking through me. It is not quite as intense as an orgasm, but it feels like the sun is shining on my soul.
“Maybe,” I admit, feeling myself blush though I do not really know what I am so afraid of.
“You will enjoy being good for me, pet,” he promises, his voice sending more of those warm waves of liquid praise running through me. “You will find peace in it. And you will be protected always. You’re never going to be abandoned again. I promise you that.”
I didn’t even know I’d felt abandoned until he said that, but I have the unmistakable sensation of having a fear assuaged, so I must have. It’s so intense, being around him, feeling parts of my mind open up for him that would have never opened up for me.
He already has more control over me than I’d like to admit. He understands me more deeply than I understand myself.
I squirm out of position, and he gently, but firmly puts me back in it.
“You can do this,” he says. “Just stay there.”
I start to feel itchy in a weird, non-physical way. I want to move. I want to be free. The same impulse that made me agree to get into the ship for the sun, then veer off into space is coming to the front of my mind now, and I cannot resist it.
“No!” I declare, bouncing off the bed entirely. “I’m not a pet. I’m a human. That makes me a person. And I’m not always going to do what you want me to do, so you may as well start taking that into account now.”
He smiles patiently.
“What? Why aren’t you mad?”
“Because you did well,” he says.
“I told you to fuck off.”
“You didn’t, actually. You did as you were told. Just because you didn’t keep doing it for an extended period of time doesn’t mean you don’t get credit for trying. I don’t expect miracles, pet. Just effort.”