Page 17 of A Savage Bargain

“No, you have not.” He reached out a hand to cup my chin, another surprisingly intimate gesture. “It is time for the final test.”

I gulped, knowing what he meant. “What would you like me to do?” I asked.

He stood in response to my question, his hand at my elbow, raising me with him. We walked together toward the indentation in the wall that stood between the main living quarters and his bedroom.

The wall shimmered and the door appeared, sliding open to allow us entry.

Krake stopped us at the bed-shaped box in the room and turned me toward him. His hands began at the straps holding my breasts in place. With one yank, all of them fell away.

“That’s convenient,” I joked, though my voice tremored.

He ignored my comment, his hands staying on my shoulders as his eyes took in my complete nakedness before him.

My body thrummed, anticipating his exploration.

Instead, he released me and stepped back. Krake shrugged out of his suit jacket, tossing it to the side, where it landed silently on the metal floor. His fingers manipulated the buttons of his dress shirt. I stared, mesmerized by the iridescent colors shifting between blue, green, and purple with his movements. When he removed his shirt, I gasped.

He was beautiful. Like a living, breathing oil slick, his iridescent coloring highlighted his fit, lithe chest. He was built like a swimmer. The thought almost made me giggle. My alien looked like a human swimmer.

My alien?

What was I thinking?

His fingers on his pants’ button drew my eye, and my breath quickened. The sound of his zipper sounded very loud. Or maybe my soaring anxiety created the thunderous noise. He slid his pants over narrow hips, along with his underwear.

I gasped at the sight of his cock, knowing from the earlier blowjob what the already impressive size hid underneath.

When Krake kicked his pants and underwear toward the growing pile of clothing, I laughed. It was such a human move.

“That is not the usual response,” Krake said in displeasure.

I couldn’t explain, so I shook my head. “My apologies. That was not what it seemed.”

“You cannot do that with your purchaser.”

My growing desire chilled at those words. “Understood.”

Krake accepted my word and stepped toward me. His hands gripped my shoulders again, the combination of cool and warm confusing my skin in a good way. His hands slid down my torso before moving up to cup my breasts. He squeezed and kneaded, his fingers seeming to be double-jointed as he also rolled my nipples to points. A simple nod told me that my responsiveness pleased him.

His hands moved lower to grip my hips. He paused before sliding his hand between my legs. Slowly—maddeningly slowly—he played with the folds of my pussy, teasing me with the tips of his fingers.

My eyes closed and I moaned, consumed by the amazing feelings.

One of his fingers entered me and I clenched. His other hand moved around to grip my ass while he finger-fucked me. My juices flowed around his finger. A second finger joined the first and I moaned when they angled to rub against my sweet spot. Desire rose to dangerously high levels. As I approached orgasm, he released me.

“What? Why are you stopping?” I said in a very breathy voice, my chest heaving. Tingles raced across my skin and I bit my lip in frustration.

“On your knees.”

I did as he instructed, taking his cock in my mouth, my fingers not missing the opportunity to touch and caress the clasper beneath. His cock twitched in my mouth in response. I smiled a moment before sucking on him. With one hand, I encircled and squeezed his penis. With the other, I pulled and stroked the clasper beneath. He grew larger in my mouth, and when I tasted the mild fishy flavor of his pre-cum, he pulled away.

“Stand,” he ordered, his voice lower.

I obeyed, trembling with desire and unfulfilled need.

His hands wrapped around me, lifting me to him by my ass and then lowering us together to the bed-shaped box.

The pillowing softness that enveloped us was incredible enough to distract me from the mind-blowing sex we had been embarking on. Almost like a living, breathing object.

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