Page 24 of Kidnapped By the Beast
“It’s like a fairy tale in here,” Lexi murmured under her breath, though she wasn’t sure if it was more enchanting or unnerving.
“You’ll find everything you need, here including new clothing and bathing supplies in your bathing room,” T’linga said kindly. She squeezed Lexi’s arm, her four eyes shining. “Sleep well, dear friend.”
Then she disappeared down the hall, leaving Lexi alone with Dr. Brandt.
He gave her one of his steady, golden-eyed looks, and Lexi felt heat coil in her belly despite her exhaustion.
“Get some rest, Alexandra. Tomorrow we begin nectar collection in earnest. I will test your output to determine if the Bacillus has taken hold.”
“Yes, Sir,” Lexi muttered.
He looked at her more closely.
“Are you well?”
She pressed her thighs together against the throbbing ache that wouldn’t leave her. Her breasts were so heavy they ached, her nipples still raw from the clamps and his mouth. Her pussy was so swollen, her clit so tender she felt sparks of sensation with every step she took.
Don’t tell him. Don’t you dare tell him. If you do, he’ll touch you again. And what if you secretly want him to? What if you beg him to? You can’t do that—you’re nothing to him but a test subject.
“I’m just fine,” she lied. She forced her lips into something that might pass as a smile. “Good night.”
He inclined his head.
“Good night, Alexandra.” His voice was calm, as if he hadn’t just had his fingers buried inside her behind a tree in the middle of a public park. As if he hadn’t been sucking and teasing her nipples since they got here, making her half-crazy with lust without offering her any relief.
Then he stepped through the curtain of flowers into his own room, leaving her trembling, conflicted…and alone.
Well—she would just have to take care of herself, Lexi decided. But she was going to do it in private. She’d had enough public exposure today to last a lifetime.
Since the flower and vine curtain between her room and Brandt’s wasn’t exactly soundproof, she slipped into the adjoining bathroom, looking for privacy.
The room was just as fantastical as the bedroom—organic and strange, yet oddly functional. The shower stall, when she pulled aside the vine curtain to see it, looked enchanted. A broad waterfall poured from a sculpted stone ledge into a shallow basin below, mist rising in a fine spray around it.
Lexi put her hand in the water but pulled it back with a hiss— it was freezing cold!
“But there must be some way to adjust it—I hope,” she muttered. Looking around, she saw a twisted, shell-like device embedded in the wall next to the shower. When she brushed her hand over it, the mini waterfall shifted from icy cool to pleasantly warm. Lexi tried running her hand back and forth, marveling at the control. At least now she knew she could take a hot shower.
She decided to look around at the other bathroom fixture.
What appeared to be a composting toilet grew from the floor like a pale, footstool-sized mushroom. When she flipped up the cap of the “mushroom” she saw dirt instead of water. When she pressed the handle on the side, a small opening appeared, and another clump of dirt was deposited in the bowl. Hmm…so that was how it worked. There was also some thin, moss-like toilet paper hanging in strips on the wall beside the toilet.
There was a sink too—a waist-high, hollowed stone basin with an even smaller miniature waterfall trickling endlessly from a curving spout that looked like it was made from shell. The water never stopped flowing and everything seemed alive, humming faintly, as though the room itself was breathing.
But the enchanting bathroom could only distract Lexi from her problems for so long. She stripped quickly, her skin feverish, her breath shallow. Her body felt like an over-tightened guitar string, vibrating with unbearable tension.
Okay, she needed to come—that was clear enough. She remembered that Dr. TOo-loo had recommended a “manual release.” Right—that was a fancy word for getting off.
If she’d known she was going to wind up on a distant planet far from home, one of the things Lexi would have packed was her vibrator. But since Dr. Brandt had basically kidnapped her against her will, she hadn’t exactly had time to pack. Luckily, she didn’t need her favorite dildo to get off.
She pressed her hand between her thighs, trying to relieve the sexual pressure, but pain shot through her—sharp—almost scalding.
“Ow!” she gasped, yanking her hand away. What was wrong with her? Was she so sensitive that she couldn’t even touch herself now?
Tentatively, she tried again…with the same, painful result.
“No good—this is no good,” she whispered to herself and was alarmed to hear her voice shaking. “God, what’s happening to me?”
Her breasts throbbed in time with her pulse, her nipples so tight and swollen they felt like they might burst. She tugged lightly at one, desperate for release, but the sensation was too sharp, too much. She dropped her hands, tears stinging her eyes.
