Page 108 of Earth Girls are Easy… To Dominate
He rounds the bed before dropping his head to his chest. “But the pain of losing her still beats in my chest. I can’t scare her away. That’s selfish, Var’n. You must do what’s best for her…and not let your heart get carried away.”
I flinch when he whips the bottom of his robes. The purple fabric whispers over the floor and tangles with the rumpled sheets at the bottom of the bed. He flops into a seated position and sobs quietly. Tears drip down his nose. His mini-selves climb onto his lap to hold his head and wipe his tears. How lonely to be surrounded by other bodies, but because of their shared sentience, to be alone?! So many mouths to feed and none of them to tell you everything will be okay.
I slink away from the door.
“Close faster, you stupid tube!” I hiss at the cleansing chamber. My palm slaps all the buttons as I try to hurry the darn thing through its cycles. I grind the cleansing foam into my skin. Lifting my arms and spinning around, I help the sensors detect that I’m clean, rinsed, and blown dry.
Every second Var’n punishes himself for my not speaking up is my fault. When the time came to profess my love for him, I failed. I let my upbringing and human duties to people whocast my feelings aside control me. Var’n puts my first, and it’s time for me to reciprocate, instead of misplacing my loyalties to institutions and the people who fear them.
“Oh, hell! My hair is dry! Let me go!” I scream at the machine. I lift the long, golden-brown strands off my back and rub them against the sensors. Finally, I’m released from the glass tube. I slip and slide across the polished metal floor.
Var’n looks up with wide eyes of shock as I skid through the doorway to our bedroom—because I will live here, no matter what mental crisis he’s put himself through during my shower. My fall isn’t graceful, but it shows my eagerness to please him as I throw myself at his feet. I hope he sees it as a metaphor of my willingness to throw myself at his mercy, not that I’m a total klutz. Scrambling to my knees, I put my hands on my lower back and thrust my chest out as he taught me. The pose is supposed to be for when I’m listening, but today it means more.
It's my commitment to surrender to him—and him alone.
“My beautiful, Jenny, I thought I would never see you again.”
“Please, don’t call me Jenny. I’m your pet, right? Please.”
“I flew as far away from this galaxy as my fuel reserves would go. Then, when your sorrow broadcast through the translator, my heart broke all over again. I didn’t know if you wanted my rescue…”
“You heard me?”
“You didn’t know? I’m so sorry, pet. I pulled you up because I thought you were crying for help. What have I done?”
“Rescued me,” I reply. “You rescued me, Var’n. I didn’t know the translator was transmitting my life on Earth, but I’m not sorry. I want to be here. I—I—I want to be yours…only if you will be mine.”
“Oh, my pretty pet,” he says, dropping onto his knees beside me. “I’ve waited to hear those words. I wanted them so badly. You have no idea what it was like up here. I’d hear a few wordswhen you activated the sensor, but not a clear transmission. I didn’t know if you were buried underground, so only some of the waves traveled to space. Other voices spoke unannounced, so I didn’t know if they had your transmitter…which would mean you were injured and in trouble. I was so worried.”
“You were with me? The calming waves I received when I rubbed the translator were you? You were with me all along,” I say, cupping his face in my hands. His mini-selves gather around us to hug me from all angles.
“I sent my healing purr because I didn’t know what else to do,” he murmurs. “My ship traveled as fast as the engines allowed, but I was too far away. Each transmission fueled my fear. I pushed the ship to its limit…we will need repairs because of my negligence.”
“It’s all my fault—” A mini-self puts its hand over my mouth.
“It’s a miscommunication…one that must be dealt with,” he says, dropping his voice an octave. “I’m going to punish you, and then we will put this in the past. After tonight, it will not be brought up again, unless it is to convey information in a detached way. This miscommunication won’t haunt us in the happy life we are about to build together. Understood?”
“Yes,” I whisper to my knees. While allowing this to fade into our past sounds great, I don’t like the idea of being punished—especially with the whip he carelessly threw across the bed. Usually, the hands of his mini-selves are cute, little stings on my bottom that turn me on. “I love your spankings…but do you have to use a whip? A whip seems impersonal.”
“The punishment is meant to be impersonal. I’m not breaking you for amusement. I’m breaking out the stigma of you not using your words and putting your Earthly duties before your desires. Something compelled you to betray me for them…and the whip will release it,” he explains as his mini-selves help him onto the bed.
A mini-self picks up the whip and coils it around their elbow. The remaining length is as long as the mini-self is tall. I swallow my terror as more mini-selves arrange my body over Var’n’s knees. Two mini-selves hang from my knees, their bodies wrapped around my calves. Another pair hugs my arms. I’m shocked to my toes when two more lie on their backs beneath my breasts and latch to my nipples.
“What? You’re lactating!” He says with suspicion interlaced between his words. The two latched mini-selves release me with a buzz of displeasure.
“I’m carrying your babies. I thought it might be an alien thing since humans don’t lactate until after they give birth,” I say from my position. I may weasel out of this punishment after all. “I thought you might have heard through the translator. I’m five months pregnant.”
“With my babies,” he asks. “Not a human’s?”
“There’s been nobody but you!” I shout, slapping his leg. His chuckle above me warms my heart. “Of course, no one could compare to you. I found that out on day one back on Earth. Does this mean I’m too fragile to punish?”
“Nice try,” he says with another deep rumble. “It means you not only put the desires of those who don’t love you above yourself…but above the needs of our child as well.”
“That’s not fair! I didn’t find out I was pregnant until I had been on Earth for a while, and I didn’t realize I could call you on the translation chip.”
“Noted. Did the Earth doctors tell you about the pregnancy?”
“I took a home test, so I didn’t see a doctor initially. Then I was too scared they would find all the mini-selves and think it was a football team.”
