Page 10 of The Captain's Pet
Wid blurted out the words as soon as the alien settled against his back. The nighttime rape had been reduced apparently to one fuck—or at least one fuck for now. He knew better than to count on it being over for the entire night. Once again, he’d capitulated without any kind of fight, and once again, the son of a bitch hadn’t been content to only get his own rocks off. No, he’d rubbed one out of Wid, too. It was humiliating, yet useful for the plan he and Joel had agreed on. He needed to focus on the goal, not the way his body still shuddered from the aftershocks of his orgasm. If he didn’t start the dialog now, he’d give in to the temptation to fall asleep.
The alien’s knee stirred between Wid’s legs and his arm tightened around Wid’s chest before he answered. “If you must.”
The guy sounded so tired and weary, Wid almost felt sorry for him. Almost.
“Are you the captain?”
“Why do you ask?” The voice held perhaps a hint of suspicion.
Wid wiggled closer to the large body behind him, hoping it would seem affectionate, but not so much so that he’d give the alien’s cock any ideas. “You’re the biggest Travian I’ve ever seen and the others are so respectful of you. I just wondered.”
That’s right, butter him up. Christ, if they’d been lying facing each other, Wid might have tried batting his eyelashes. As Joel had said, disgusting. Still, worth it if it worked.
“Size is of no matter, but yes, I am Kell, the captain of this vessel.”
“Captain Kell,” Wid repeated, trying to put the same guttural spin on the ‘k’ that the alien had. “Is that what I should call you, then?”
“No. You call me ‘Master’, pet.”
Wid stiffened a half second before he caught himself and made his muscles relax. It was only a word. He could force it past his lips if it helped him to escape. “Yes, Master.”You egotistical fucker.“My name is Wid.”Not pet, asshole.
The alien grunted and shifted and God damn it, that cock started to stiffen. “That sounds almost like a Travian name.”
Wid worked to keep his breathing even, pretending he didn’t feel what he couldn’t help but feel pressed against his ass. “My name is actually William. Everyone calls me Wid.”
“You humans are strange. Why give you one name then call you by another?” The hand across Wid’s chest roamed up and down.
“My older sister had trouble pronouncing it, so what she said stuck.”
“Ah,” the captain said, sliding his now fully hard dick between Wid’s ass cheeks. “Sisters must be appeased.”
Wid didn’t know what to do with that observation. Of course, an equal measure of fear and anticipation worked to quickly chase rational thought out of his head. Well, he’d known it was risky keeping the creature awake and talking. Nobody to blame other than himself. Fuck! The captain moved his hand to Wid’s spent cock and gripped it tight.
“What did they really do with Joel’s girlfriend?” he cried out, partly in a desperate bid to slow things down, but also because he was really concerned, regardless of what he’d told Joel earlier.
The captain continued to hump his crack. “I do not know what you speak of.” His tongue lapped up the side of Wid’s neck.
Cringing, Wid explained. “There was a girl with some of us when we were captured. They said they were sending her home.Do you think they did that? Master,” he added on, because that was the freakish game they played.
“They would have sent her back to her mother. Of this I am certain.” The alien pressed against Wid, rolling him onto his stomach. “We do not fuck human girls, only pretty boys like you, pet.”
With a growl, Kell mounted Wid, pushing his massive dick once more into Wid’s already loosened hole. Question time had ended, and as the alien drilled his slave into the bed, Wid’s traitorous body joined the party.
Chapter four
“Master,mayIaska favor?” Wid cringed inside, hating the word, hating the subservient tone he’d adopted. Couldn’t be helped, though. He hadn’t had time to pursue the real question he’d wanted to ask the previous night. The damn creature was too insatiable to maintain a conversation of any duration, apparently, and Wid hadn’t dared try again after the second fuck. Discretion being the better part of valor. And he’d been unable to keep his eyes open or the sleep at bay.
Kell eyed him suspiciously as he secured the leash. “What is it?”
Wid licked his lips and noticed how the alien’s gaze tracked the movement. The guy wanted what Wid had, that much was clear. It was a kind of power for sure. Deliberately affecting what he hoped was a coquettish expression, he said, “The other boys and I need some exercise during the day. We need more room to”—he shrugged—“run around in, I guess. We’re used to working all day. All this sitting around unsettles us.”
He almost said something about how the aliens wouldn’t want the boys to get fat, but then was afraid they’d only take food away. While he’d never known true, sustained hunger, the early years on Seven had been pretty lean ones. Even now, with agriculture fully up and running, no one from Seven could take food for granted. He peered up at the tall creature with guileless eyes. “Isn’t there some secure area of the ship we can go to in addition to the room you’ve already given us?”
Kell stared down at him for a few seconds. “I will think on it,” he replied briskly before turning and yanking Wid out of the room.
It took a while to find time to speak with Joel out of earshot of the others and still under cover of the noise of the waterfall. “So what’d you find out?”
Joel looked at Wid, weariness etched on his face. “My guy’s the head engineer, for what it’s worth.” He looked away and sighed. “I’m still calling him Igor because he wouldn’t give me another name. Said I was to call him ‘Master’. To which I responded, fuck you.”
