Tamed By The Alien Barbarian by Celeste King
Candi
Thank God for discreet packaging and overnight shipping, I thought as I opened the package.
I stood naked in my kitchen, tearing open the long box I’d left on the island. I’d ordered this particular item online the night before in a kind of fever dream. It had arrived this morning and I’d tried to ignore it all day.
Finally, there was no point trying to pretend I didn’t want what I knew I wanted.
I removed the item from the box and stared at the Sanax phallus-shaped vibrating dildo.
“Fuck me,” I said aloud in a husky voice.
Husky from the number of times I’d already called out as I came that night. I’d begun to lose count of just how many times I’d pleasured myself the last few days. I couldn’t help it. My body had been on fire. It was all I could do to get through a day at work without popping off to a stall to slip my fingers inside myself. I would barely get inside the door before my hands were on my clit. I’d cum before I’d barely gotten my shoes off, and then it was off to the races.
Honestly, I hadn’t played with myself this much since I was little and had first discovered how lovely touching myself could feel.
And all because of fucking Jaxil.
Well, not fucking Jaxil, exactly.
But all because of Jaxil spanking me. First literally. Then metaphorically in the business sense.
Why the fuck did it turn me on so much?
Whatever the reason, there was no denying it was the case. And my hands and my current self-pleasuring accoutrements weren’t scratching the itch that he’d given me.
So I’d ordered the Sanax vibrator. Even though I tried to pretend I didn’t really want it. That it was just an inside joke with myself.
Well, now that inside joke was actually inside myself.
In most practical respects, the Sanax cock was much like a human cock. But bigger. Thicker and longer. The ridging of the veins slightly different. The head more full.
“Oh fuck,” I said as I took the entire length of the dildo. I thought to myself that surely the manufacturers had exaggerated some of the size. I didn’t care. It felt amazing.
I closed my eyes, blocking out the view through the wraparound windows of my penthouse apartment. Instead, I imagined Jaxil atop me. I imagined it was really his member plunging in and out of me.
As I got more comfortable with it, I was able to one-hand the vibrator. I licked the fingers of my free hand and then placed them on my clit. I established a fast rhythm there that complimented the buzzing of the dildo inside me.
Little whimpering noises escaped me as the pleasure built and I felt the tidal wave of an orgasm growing in the pit of my belly.
In my fantasy, Jaxil’s tongue flicked into my mouth. I opened my real mouth wide to receive it.
The wave was turning into a tsunami. My fingers worked in quick circles on my clit and the dildo was now sending vibrations of pleasure I could feel in my feet.
“Jaxillll!” the name escaped my lips as my back arched and my body froze. There was nothing moving except inside me, where the tsunami crashed against the shore of my pussy and spread its flood of joy through my toes and into the tips of my nipples. Even the top of my head seemed to have an orgasm.
Finally, my entire body went limp.
“Fuuuck.”
I flipped off the vibrator but held it inside me as I regained myself.
Finally, I thought. I can get on with things…
After another moment, I slid the vibrator out. It was drenched with the wetness of my ecstasy. I set it aside and sat up.
Then I froze.
The itch was still there.
God-fucking-dammit.
I reached for the vibrator again, when suddenly there was a knock at my door. I froze. I ignored it and hoped it would go away. Sitting on the edge of the bed, spreading my legs wide, I prepared to re-apply the dildo. There was hardly anything sexual to it, anymore. This was like war on my own body. On my own lust.
The knocking persisted.
“Oh, all right, dammit,” I muttered. I hauled my robe off a bedpost and wrapped it around myself as I headed for the front door.
I tapped at the keypad on the wall by the entrance and it brought up the door cam. My entire body went goosepimply as I saw who it was.
“Jaxil?” I said the name aloud. With more volume than I intended.
“Candi. We should talk,” he said through the door.
Dammit. Now he knows I’m here.
“Candi?”
“Go away, Jaxil. What are you thinking, showing up at my apartment?”
“I don’t know what I’m thinking,” he said, which I thought was a weird response.
“Can I tell you what I’m thinking?”
“Tell me after you let me inside.”
Inside? Was he out of his mind?
What’re you talking about, let him in! my body shouted at me.
I considered myself. Naked, except for my robe. And a quick look down confirmed that my nipples, eager to be mouthed by Jaxil, were poking at the thin fabric of my robe. My inner thighs were still wet from the excessive cumming I’d just had. The fantastic orgasm I’d created while fantasizing about the man on the other side of the door.
There was no way I could let him and see me like this.
“You’ve got to go, Jaxil. I’ll call security.”
“I’m not leaving. Call whoever you want.”
“Why don’t you contact my assistant and we can set up a meeting…?”
“Dammit, this isn’t about business,” he seethed from the other side of the door. There was a tone in his voice that sent a satisfying shiver up my spine before I could even process the words.
Not about business? I thought. Then, could it be that he’s… no. I mean, but is it possible he came over here to… no…
I tried to dismiss the thought even as there was a tug between my legs and my body started shouting yes, yes, yes!
“Candi. We need to talk and I’m not taking no for an answer.”
“Fine. Just… give me a minute…”
I needed armor. Or, at least, actual clothes. I started to walk away from the door. Which is when he started pounding. I was afraid his powerful Sanax fists would break down the door. Then I imagined what those powerful hands could do to me. Then I feared for the door again.
“All right, all right!” I called out and yanked the door open a touch.
Jaxil shoved it all the way open and barged past me. Considering his size and strength, there was nothing I could do to stop him, even if I’d wanted to.
And I wasn’t sure I wanted to.
“Listen,” he said, pacing about my living room, never even actually looking at me. “There’s something wrong with me and it’s your fault. You’re having this weird effect on me. I can’t concentrate. And I don’t enjoy the things I usually enjoy. Like hot women. I can’t seem to enjoy hot women. Hot women is like number one, two and three on the list of the top ten things I enjoy. So I don’t know exactly what sort of thing you’ve done to me, but we need to…”
He suddenly stopped his rant.
He looked up at me.
I pulled my robe closer around my body. Yet, I was aware that only made the fabric cling tighter to my body. My body that was yearning for him.
Why had he gone silent?
“Well? Go on,” I encouraged, trying to modulate my voice.
A weird sort of half-grin broke out on his face.
“What’s that smell?” he asked. For a quick second, his eyes flicked toward my crotch. When they met my own eyes again, I could see the intrigued delight in them.
