Page 36 of Kidnapped By the Beast
“Good girl,” he rumbled and then his long fingers plunged deeper, stroking her in relentless, curling thrusts. Her pussy squeezed him helplessly, milking his thick digits as her juices slicked his palm.
“Oh God…please…” Lexi moaned, writhing over his lap, grinding against his thigh while his fingers worked her.
“Please what?” he demanded. “Please stop? Or please don’t, little Lexi?”
She couldn’t answer. She was lost to the sensation, her clit throbbing, her breasts aching, her nipples tight and tingling. Every stroke of his fingers sent her spiraling higher, closer and closer to the edge…
“That’s right, good girl,” he growled again. “Fuck your hot little pussy on my fingers.”
Lexi couldn’t help obeying. Her moans grew louder, her hips rocking shamelessly. She couldn’t stop…couldn’t think. All she could do was lay helplessly across his lap as she writhed against him and rode the thick fingers thrusting deep inside her.
Oh God, can’t believe I’m doing this…can’t believe I’m going to come right here across his lap after he spanked me! Can’t?—
“Ah, good morning, dear friends!”
Dr. TOo-loo’s cheerful voice boomed from the doorway, interrupting her forbidden thoughts.
Lexi’s world shattered. She froze, horror crashing through her. Oh God, to be caught like this, naked over the big Kindred’s lap with her ass in the air and his fingers inside her pussy! It was too much—too humiliating!
She lifted her head and saw the Terian doctor standing in the open doorway with T’linga at his side. Both of them were smiling as if this was perfectly normal to interrupt your house guests in the middle of a private sex act and then just standing there watching them.
“I see you’ve found a way to stimulate her nectar production—look—she’s dripping all over the floor,” Dr. TOo-loo said. “Not that it matters—the moss carpeting will soak it up. But it looks like she’s ready for her first milking session.”
Lexi wanted to scream, wanted to disappear. Her cheeks burned scarlet as she whimpered and tried to close her thighs again. But Dr. Brandt’s grip held her open.
“Yes,” he said calmly, withdrawing his fingers slowly. “So she is. I was just giving her some punishment to get things flowing,” he added. “Wasn’t I, Alexandra?”
He let her sit up at last and Lexi looked at him.
“I…I guess so,” she said in a small, embarrassed voice.
“Well, it certainly seems to have worked!” Dr. TOo-loo said. “By the reddening of her ass cheeks, I’m guessing you spanked her and then manually stimulated her.”
“Yes, I did,” Dr. Brandt growled. But though he was speaking to the Terian doctor, his eyes never left Lexi’s. Still holding her gaze with his own, he brought his fingers—still wet with her juices—to his mouth and sucked them clean.
Lexi’s heart seemed to stop for a minute. Oh God—did he really like her flavor that much? Apparently so, because he made sure to get every last drop of her honey. Then he rose from the bed and motioned for her to do the same.
“Come, Alexandra,” he said firmly. “It’s time we milked you.”
18
BRANDT
Brandt’s hands still burned with the memory of her skin…the feel of her soft ass under his palm. He couldn’t forget the way she had wriggled and thrashed, half crying, half moaning as he touched her…couldn’t forget the slick heat of her pussy clenching tight around his fingers.
Gods help him, he had spanked her. He hadn’t planned it, hadn’t even thought about it—until he heard her admitting she’d risked her life to pet a baby animal and saw the defiance in her eyes. He couldn’t let her keep endangering herself. He’d acted on instinct—on fury and fear.
I shouldn’t have done it. It was wrong. I went too far.
And yet…he couldn’t erase the image of her over his lap. Her perfect ass glowing pink. Her voice breaking when the sobs came. And worse, the slick evidence of her arousal dripping onto his thigh when he rubbed her.
She was wet. So wet she soaked through my sleep trousers, he thought. Which he was still wearing—there was a definite wet spot on them. She liked it. No matter what she says, her body tells me the truth.
His cock throbbed in his trousers, a heavy ache that hadn’t eased since that morning. He’d been stroking himself when the sound of Alexandra’s scream had pierced the quiet, his fist working his shaft hard and fast as he tried hard not to imagine the little Elite’s soft, curvy form pressed against him. But he hadn’t been able to finish—her cry had cut through everything, and he had bolted to save her without a thought. His arousal had gone unsatisfied, leaving him raw and aching.
He shut his eyes and leaned back in the chair beside the milking station, his big hands flexing uselessly in his lap. He should be preparing the equipment. He needed to strap Alexandra in, align the cups over her nipples, and collect and test her nectar for signs of the Bacillus. That was the job…the science…the reason he’d brought her here.
But all he could think of was how her pussy had felt around his fingers—hot, wet, clenching so tightly it had been like her body was trying to suck him deeper.
