She opened her mouth wide and once again took him. Her cheeks drew in as she sucked, then she spluttered as he filled her. Over and over, she bobbed her head up and down, never sinking beyond her limits, which were restricted to little further than the back of her mouth.
The energy released coursed through his blood. It almost pained his cock to feel it rush along its length, filling it to bursting. The load spurted into her mouth and hit the back of her throat.
She choked, but didn’t pull back. Instead, she swallowed most of it and the rest of the liquid trickled down her chin.
“Good girl,” he said softly.
The wondrous sensation of bliss passed while she remained on her knees, licking her lips with a small smile.
He tidied himself and brought her a fresh glass of water.
“Thank you, sir.” She drank most of it in one go.
“Make yourself presentable,” he told her.
She seemed to have forgotten she was disheveled. She hastily pulled up her panties and pants.
“I’m right in thinking that was the first time you’ve swallowed cum?” He couldn’t resist arranging her hair by combing it through with his fingers.
She blinked. “Yes,” she squeaked.
He circled her. She wasn’t shaking now. The bloom in her face was one of confidence, not shame. “You did well. However, you will have to learn to take the full length of my cock to serve me correctly. But, I think you’re a fast learner, aren’t you, Zara Webb?”
“I hope so.”
“You will go to my residence now. Bisma will give you ointment for your ass. Use it.”
She nodded and clutched her bottom, as if to remember the pain she must be feeling.
“Will I see you again today, sir?” she asked.
“I can assure you, you will. I think, my human, you will need a little reward for doing what I asked.”
The smile on her face broadened. If she had any fears, she was hiding them well. The spanking had worked. She was beginning to appreciate how the Ordeal of Astra was going to work. Humans called it the carrot and the stick. Galen liked the analogy. He would give her plenty of the stick—she needed discipline. As for the carrot, he would have to see.
He turned his back so she couldn’t see his smile, and he called for the guard.
Chapter Four
Ayers Rock was nearly concealed by the tropical forest, which the Vendu had cultivated around it shortly after they took control of the continent. The lush greenery extended across the vast expanse of what once had been desert. Zara was jealous of how easily the Vendu transformed the land into fertile terrain. The rest of Earth desperately needed the technology in the Sahara and Gobi deserts.
Her studies would have to be put on hold. Thank goodness it was the summer recess. She might get away with being absent from the campus for a few weeks, but no longer. And then there was her other project, the secret one. Those summer weeks were precious for achieving her goal.
What was being prepared for her instead of her assignments? Had she made a poor decision when she opted for this so-called ordeal? If the repercussions of Galen’s firm hand on her tender ass were an indicator, then yes, she had chosen badly. On the other hand, she’d survived sucking his cock. More than survived it, she nearly enjoyed it. She shouldn’t have, though. It was wrong, so wrong to like sex in that way: she’d been submissive, bowed at his feet and claimed by a passionate kiss that swept her breath away. She felt ashamed. Moreover, the spanking in his office bothered her the most; she had succumbed to the thrill of an alien’s display of intoxicating dominance.
She squirmed on her seat. The transit shuttle was taking its time navigating the guard and her to the judge’s home on the outskirts of the city. The seat was hard. Her ass was throbbing still and she was sure she could dissect every handprint he’d laid on her bottom. She must be badly marked or at least bruised. He’d made no comment on the state of her behind when he dismissed her. She’d clutched both hot globes briefly before her wrists were dragged to her front and cuffed.
That heat was the aftereffect of one spanking.
One!
He’d promised more. Lots more. Would they all be that painful and humiliating or would she become desensitized? Tempered, he’d called it. But, although it didn’t matter how much it hurt, she feared the humiliation would potentially cripple her. She wiped a tear away. This was supposed to be the easier option.
The shuttle was slowing. The view out of the little window had altered. The trees had thinned out to reveal a typical, if somewhat larger version of a Vendu house. One story high with slanted roofs that both deflected the heat and absorbed the sun’s boundless energy. The fence surrounding the compound was topped off with spiky barbs. She assumed they were a status symbol because she couldn’t imagine any Vendu breaking the law to climb over them.
With her wrists still shackled together, the guard led her into the house where a woman met them.
“Remove those things!” she barked at the guard.