The Alien's Rules Page 6

  “Yes, definitely now, discipline must not wait, and once it is done, all is forgiven and forgotten.”

  “Before I forget, is there a reason I couldn’t stay awake when you brought me back here?”

  “You needed to be decontaminated. You carry germs that are unfriendly to our race, and others here. It’s a tedious process, and it can be uncomfortable. I wanted to spare you.”

  “Really? What did you have to do?”

  He frowned slightly.

  “Are you attempting to distract me? Are you trying to put off your punishment?”

  “Uh, yes and no,” she said truthfully. “I did want the answer to the question, but yeah, I guess I was stalling a bit.”

  “Stalling, interesting word,” he mumbled. “Regardless, you will learn I have no patience for such manipulations. If this happens in the future, I will add to your punishment.”

  “I seem to remember that from my dreams,” she sighed.

  “Ellie, the dreamscape, you were not asleep.”

  “Sorry, it’s how it felt to me. Well, sort of. They were like lucid dreams.”

  “Enough,” he said, suddenly becoming authoritative. “As I told you, breaking a promise here is a serious offense. You must understand that if you break your word with someone while you’re here, your reputation will be sullied and you will be deemed untrustworthy. It’s not a comfortable feeling. Are we clear?”

  “Yes, Valodar. Quite honestly, I believe that’s the way it should be.”

  “It’s the way it used to be on Earth, but things have deteriorated. Even your great leaders break their word, and lie and cheat. They’re supposed to be the ones to lead the way and set an outstanding example, so your lack of integrity is almost understandable. It still falls upon your shoulders however, because you are still responsible for your choices. Please step off the table and bend over.”

  Ellie felt her heart jump, and taking a breath, she slid off the padded bench and stretched across it. He tapped the inside of her thigh, and recalling that that was an instruction for her to spread her legs, she shuffled her feet apart.

  “Remain perfectly still. You are about to be secured.”

  “Okay.”

  There was a clicking sound, and she felt a metal band close around her ankles.

  “The essence of all relationships is trust,” he said sternly, landing unexpected smacks directly on both her sit spots.

  “Ow!”

  “Do you not remember the correct way to address me at such times?”

  “Yes, Sir Valodar!” she declared. “Sorry, I forgot.”

  “Obviously. Two more. Don’t forget again!”

  He swiftly delivered them on the center of her backside, and she yelped—loudly. How could his hand contain such a sting? Turning her head, she peered over her shoulder. As if he’d anticipated the glance, he was holding up his hand. His fingers were no longer separate digits, but had melded into each other. His hand had become a paddle!

  “Whaaaat?”

  “You forget. I am not human. There is a great deal about me you have yet to learn.”

  “Apparently,” she squeaked. “That felt like you were swatting me with a hairbrush.”

  “It is hard, and I wish it to be. You must understand the severity of your crime. Now please lay your head back down.”

  Still unnerved, lowering her chin onto the soft padded bench, she held her breath, waiting for the next swat, but she wasn’t prepared for the volley that landed on her backside. His paddle-hand landed with a speed she could not fathom, and when the punishment stopped, she was gasping, and her bottom was scalded and stinging.

  “Yes, very fast and very hard,” he exclaimed, “exactly what was deserved.”

  She was speechless, and a moment later his hand began smoothing over her hot, pricking skin, but it didn’t feel comforting.

  “I am sealing in the sting,” he declared. “It will stay exactly as it feels right now, until I decide to remove it. You will learn a broken promise is extremely unwise.”

  Attempting to say, “Yes, Sir Valodar,” she discovered she couldn’t, but she wasn’t sure why. She was still breathless, but her mouth wasn’t dry, and her throat wasn’t constricted, she just couldn’t make her voice work. He was walking around the bench, and standing in front of her, he ordered her to open her mouth wide and stick out her tongue.

  “This is a punishment clamp. You will wear it as I deliver my final reprimand.”

  Glancing down at his hands, she saw his fingers were fingers again, and he was holding a jewel-encrusted clamp shaped in a half-moon. Was it to cover the end of her tongue? Shifting her gaze to his eyes, she looked at him imploringly.

  “As long as you are here, you must be prepared to accept my authority and follow my rules. I will be fair, always, and I will cherish you above all others, but I will also chastise you as necessary. If you do not wish me to continue your punishment, if you do not think it deserved, I will relieve your pain, and transport you back to your habitat. All you need to do is nod your head. Do you wish to return to Earth?”

  She shook her head fervently. It was the last thing she wanted. The connection she felt to the beautiful male being was growing stronger with every passing minute. He was right. Trust was the essence of any relationship, and she had broken her word.

  “I am pleased you wish to remain,” he said, his voice softening. “Now you must do as you’re told. Present your tongue.”

  Her eyes still locked on his, she did as he asked, and he closed the shimmering metal clamp at the end of it. Though it didn’t hurt, it tingled, and was heavy.

  “On Earth, you may make as many idle promises as you wish, but with me, and here on this station, a promise is a solid oath and is not to be lightly made. A broken promise will bring damage not just to yourself, but it will shame those around you. It is the endless string of lies and false pledges that has seen the deterioration of your planet. Were you one of my race, the spanking you just received, and the clamp upon your tongue, would be just the beginning of your punishment. Do you understand now, the severity of your crime?”

  Unable to speak, and the clamp growing heavier with every second, she nodded her head, and her eyes sent the silent message that she understood completely.

  “You will bear the weight of the clamp for ten more Earth seconds. This is so you understand the weight and power of your tongue. When you speak, you must consider your words. There is a saying on your planet, sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me. That is utterly and completely false. Words are powerful, and promises support us. Now I shall begin the count, and as I do, you must think about what I have just said. Are we clear?”

  Ellie nodded her head. The clamp was growing heavier, and though he’d spoken in a soft, modulated tone, his message had hit home. Everything he’d said was right.

  He began the count, and closing her eyes, she suddenly flashed upon all the vows she’d made, then blithely broken; all the lies she’d told, and not given a second thought about, like the one she’d told her boss that very morning. What else she could have told him? But the lie had come to her easily, with no concern about how he would manage without her.

  “Ten!”

  He had exclaimed the word, breaking into her reverie, and as he removed the clamp from her tongue, she let out a long breath, and a second later, she realized her ankles were no longer clamped.

  “Ellie,” he murmured, helping her straighten up and holding her in his arms, “this was a most important lesson. I am almost glad you told your friend about me.”

  “Why?”

  “Had you broken a promise to someone here, the consequences would have been grave. Robyn has no memory of what you told her, so no real harm has been done, and you have been taught an extremely important lesson. I have been able to, as you humans say, nip this in the bud.”

  “You have,” she said, sighing again. “I promise, and I mean that, I promise you have.”

  “You must carry the
sting in your bottom a while longer. It is deserved, but now I will take you into my chamber. It will be your home for the next five Earth days.”

  “I can’t wait to see it.”

  “I have created a bed for us, and I am eager to christen it.”

  “Ooh, yes, please,” she moaned. “I am positively aching for you.”

  “Yes, you are,” he said knowingly, “and I will take you there right now.”

  Chapter Seven

  Ellie had expected Valodar’s living quarters, or chambers, as he called them, to look other-worldly, and while the rooms were certainly chic and contemporary, she was surprised how much they resembled a regular home.

  “I wanted you to feel comfortable,” he said warmly as they stood in the center of the living room. “I changed things for you.”

  “You did? What did it look like before?”

  “Very different,” he smiled, “and I can always change it back, but I rather like this Earthly ambience. I know you have a passion for the some of the past eras on your planet, so I took the liberty of decorating the sleeping space to reflect one of your favorite historical times.”

  “You mean, the bedroom?”

  “Yes, the bedroom, excuse me. Certain phrases still escape me.”

  “I’m amazed how well you speak English. You sound, well, normal, though you do have a slight British accent.”

  “Perhaps because the British version of English is the purest form, the original English, but never mind about that. Do you wish to see the bedroom?”

  “Absolutely. Sorry, it’s just, I have so many questions, and they come at me from nowhere.”

  “It’s understandable,” he said, his amazing eyes, which seemed to change color all the time, twinkling down at her.

  The few doors she had seen only became visible when they magically appeared as they slid open, but turning her around, he pointed to a wooden arched doorway with a heavy metal handle.

  “I borrowed the image from a photograph of a medieval castle. Do you like it?”

  “I can’t believe you went to so much trouble,” she exclaimed. “Thank you, and yes, I love it. I can’t wait to see what’s behind it, but how did you know I love the medieval era? Did I tell you?”

  “You mentioned once that you were fascinated by Anne Boleyn and the reign of Henry VIII.”

  “I vaguely remember telling you about that.”

  “Would you like to see your Tudor bedroom?”

  “Oh, my gosh, yes, but how did you do this?”

  “It’s very easy, and any time you want to have a change all you have to do is ask. I can create any atmosphere you would like.”

  “Can you explain how you do it?”

  “Yes, but not right now,” he murmured, sliding his hand down her back. “I have other things on my mind.”

  Guiding her gently forward, he pushed down the handle, and the door creaked open.

  “It even has sound effects,” she laughed. “How cool is that?”

  “It wouldn’t be the same without them.”

  Stepping inside, she gaped at what she saw. She had been an avid watcher of a television show called The Tudors and the room looked as if it had been plucked from her television set.

  “Valodar, this is absolutely incredible,” she exclaimed, walking slowly across to the heavily carved, dark wood canopy bed. “Look at all these amazing draperies, and the bedspread, and cushions, and all the furniture. I can’t believe my eyes. I’ll feel just like one of his wives!”

  With a squeal of joy, in spite of her burning, stinging backside, she leapt on top of the gold and burgundy coverlet.

  “I promise I won’t cut off your head,” he laughed, walking up to join her. “I’m very happy it pleases you.”

  “Pleases me? I’m living a fantasy. Wow, and how did you get those stained glass windows? I know it’s not the sun shining through them, but it looks so real.”

  “As I said, I can create just about anything.”

  She watched him slip out of his strange silver pants, and noticed his shoes for the first time. They were more like long velvet slippers, and when he kicked them off, she saw he had six toes to match his six fingers.

  “You must have human in you,” she remarked. “You look totally like us except for your hands and feet.”

  “But my hands have many surprises,” he said softly, climbing onto the bed and stretching out next to her, “and as for having human in us, it’s quite remarkable how many species are humanoid. It is something our brightest minds are studying. The more we learn about our galaxy, the more questions are raised.”

  “I’m sure. It’s like anything. The more you learn, the more you realize how much you don’t know.”

  “That is very true,” he said, roaming his hands across her body. “So beautiful,” he purred. “I can feel your skin shivering through my hands and touching my heart.”

  “Valodar, what a lovely thing to say, and you don’t have to tell me about your hands having surprises. When will you stop my bottom from hurting?”

  “When I think it’s time, but right now, I wish to devour you.”

  As his thick, purple lips pressed against hers, she felt a fresh flood wash through her already soaked channel, and spreading her legs, she moved her arms around his waist, hugging him to her body.

  “Such passion,” he purred, then sliding his mouth to her neck, he tongued his way down to her breasts, “and such glorious mounds.”

  She moaned her pleasure. Everywhere he touched, her skin tingled, wherever his mouth landed became warm, and as he sent his fingers between her legs, she braced herself; he could elicit an orgasm in seconds.

  “You are ready,” he mumbled. “Your wetness abounds.”

  “I’m always ready for you,” she whimpered. “Are you going to make me come?”

  “Such a phrase,” he muttered under his breath. “That will change,” then raising his head, he smiled at her. “I can bring you to orgasm any time I wish, as well you know.”

  “I do,” she replied, wriggling against his hand still sitting idly against her pussy. “Yesterday was unbelievable. Was it yesterday? No, the day before, I don’t remember. Time is all jumbled. “

  “Ah yes, I’d almost forgotten that interlude. You accused me of treating you like a lab rat. I should warn you, as much as I can bring you to orgasm, I can also take you right to the edge then deny you, something you need to remember if you ever decide to misbehave.”

  “I remember that from the dreamscape. I’ll be such a good girl, I—”

  “Careful,” he warned, pressing his fingers against her pussy and sending a delicious prickling through her sex. “Don’t say ‘I promise’ without being absolutely sure you mean it.”

  “It’s such a habit,” she sighed. “How about, I promise I will do my very best to behave, though I might not always succeed.”

  “That’s better. As to your question, of course I will bring you to orgasm, but Ellie, if you recall, I have never pushed my member inside you. I have always brought you pleasure with my hands.”

  “I do remember, and I remember asking you why, and you said it had to wait.”

  “Intercourse, as you call it, we see as something precious. It is saved for sharing with one who is meaningful. It is not necessarily a promise to remain committed, but it is valued. Here we interact, as I did with you, and that is common.”

  “Interact?”

  “Interacting is what we did in the dreamscape. Orgasms are necessary and are important for maintaining good health and keeping stress levels low.”

  “Valodar,” she said softly. “I would really like to stop talking and fool around.”

  “Fool around? Another of your strange Earthly sayings,” he said warmly, gently caressing her sex and sliding a finger inside her. “This is what we call interacting.”

  “I don’t care what you call it, you’re driving me crazy. More, I want more.”

  “Hmm, you are such an impatient female. You must learn to sett
le, and you will.”

  “Valodar, please, you’re driving me crazy.”

  “Hush, don’t fret. I’m about to give you great pleasure. We will share that intimate connection you call intercourse, but I have to warn you. It will be different.”

  “Different how?”

  “You are about to find out.”

  He had purred the words, and moving his hand from between her legs, he rolled on top of her, took hold of her wrists, and held them above her head. She had a fleeting thought that his slight build didn’t match the weight of his body, but as his mouth kissed warm thrills through her skin, she closed her eyes, sighing in pleasure. Moments later she felt something wiggling against her pussy. It had to be his cock, but it was moving against her the way his fingers did, exploring, searching out her entrance.

  “This is how I am different,” he whispered, taking his lips to her ear. “My injector finds its own way home, and once inside you, I do not need to thrust using my pelvis. It will stroke you as I direct.”

  She could feel it growing, getting bigger and harder as it began to move.

  “I don’t understand,” she muttered, “but I don’t care, it feels so good.”

  As his fingers had so artfully pressed against her mystical inside wall, so did his member, sending scintillating shudders through her body, but as it thrust, his body remained still.

  “Ooh, Valodar, it feels so good, but how? You’re not moving.”

  “It is like a telescope,” he breathed. “It moves in and out of its sheath as I direct. I can thrust hard, like this,” he said with a wicked smile, watching with delight as she gasped in shock, “or slowly, like this.”

  “Oh, my gosh, it’s amazing,” she groaned. “Do it hard again, please do it hard again.”

  “I will, but I will also cause something else to happen. Are you ready?”

  “Yes, yes, I’m so ready, yes.”

  Gripping her wrists, he raised his hips, and she closed her eyes in breathless anticipation for what was to come. His member was pumping, but she suddenly felt something tickling her clit. Whatever it was, it wrapped itself around her sensitive nub like a thin coil, and with each thrust, it squeezed. It was only moments before she cried out her need.