Page 21 of His to Protect
Come on, Jessica, think. What do I do? What do I do? The pain inflicted on him subsides and he stands again. I get up and run to the small table looking for anything I could use as a weapon to protect myself. I find nothing. The room is empty except for the bed, a small table and chair, and the four mattresses on the floor. These were brought in earlier today and I wondered what they were for. Now I KNOW and it makes me sick. More so as it involves Ka’el, the one alien I trusted on this goddamn planet. “Ka’el, this is not you. You’re not like this. You’re kind and gentle and nothing like the rest of them.” I use my soothing voice as a last attempt to get through to him.
“Shut up female and position yourself for breeding. This is what I came for and this is what I intend to do. I don’t know how you know my name, but honestly, I don’t care. Now get down on these mats and prepare yourself. Don’t make this any harder than it should be,” he says.
“Never, you hear me… never,” I shout back, my temples swelling. “What are you gonna do? Force me?”
“Don’t tempt me,” he answers.
“Fuck you!”
“Come to the mats and undress,” he commands and walks toward me. I back away slowly, moving one step at a time. Ironically, it takes me two steps because I hit my back against the window. Shit. What now? I run to the bed on my left, jump on it, and roll over to the other side. Ka’el sways his body to my direction and it takes him a split second to grab my waist, holding my arms tight against my body. My back presses against him, his erect cock pushing against my ass. He moves his hips, rubbing his cock against my body while his hands massage my breasts. A soft moan escapes me. I don’t move or fight. His hands move down my hips, ripping the fabric of my robe. He rips them like a sheet of paper until I’m completely naked. His hand rubs my pussy, his fingers touching my clit. My pussy is moist with juices and for a moment I close my eyes and enjoy the feeling. This feels so good and yet it’s wrong and bizarre and I hate it. I pull myself from his embrace and it takes him by surprise.
“I don’t want this… not like this. Please, I’m begging you, let me go,” I say, my arms still crossed to cover my breasts.
