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  “Oh it does,” she giggled.

  Was this really happening? Had she just accepted me for what I was? There had to be more questions. Perhaps she was in shock.

  “So you don’t really have a heart?”

  “Listen,” I answered, pulling her head gently to my chest. She rested it there for a few minutes, listening carefully.

  “I don’t hear your heart, but I can hear something—like a swishing sound.” She kept her head pressed to my chest for a while longer. “Is that why you’re cold?”

  “I’m not really cold, but yes. I’m not a mammal in the traditional sense of the word, though I do have hair that grows and female Bocaj produce a substance to feed our young. I really wouldn’t classify it as milk, however. As for my temperature, it’s always that of my surroundings. Right now the room is seventy-two degrees, so I am, too. You’re nearly one hundred degrees all of the time, so to you, yes, I would feel cold. The only place on my body that produces heat is my marking.”

  Bec pulled her head from my chest and touched my marking with the tips of her fingers. The entire mating mark was new to me, and I’d been getting accustomed to the warm humming feeling I got from it as it moved all night, but when she touched it, warmth spread throughout my body and I could feel the lines speed up. I groaned in pleasure as my cock hardened, but she pulled her hand back. “Did I hurt you?”

  “No, Babygirl. It felt really good.”

  She smiled and sat at the table again. “Tell me more about the marking. Is it your only one?”

  I loved how curious she was, and I couldn’t believe she was just taking this at face value. “Actually, I do have one other marking.” I placed my bare foot on the empty chair next to her. “This is my birthmark. It’s identical to my parents’ mating marks.”

  “Parents? Are there more of you?”

  “Of course there are. Many more, actually, though it is a very well kept secret. Baby, you can’t tell anyone.”

  She smiled, then giggled. “Of course. Can you imagine if I went into work tomorrow and I was like, “Hey, Shane, guess what Oliver…” She stopped mid sentence and I watched her work it out. “Oh, Oliver! Is Shane? I mean, he’s your brother, isn’t he?”

  “Actually, he isn’t my brother, but yes, he’s Bocaj.”

  Her eyes went wide. “Wow, this is amazing. Are you two related at all?”

  “Not genetically, but he is married to my sister.”

  “You have a sister?!”

  “Yes, you met her—Sydney.”

  “Oh my God! Her, too? Is Candy?”

  I burst out laughing. “No, Candy is not one of us. Though, I’m not sure she’s human, either.”

  We laughed for a moment, then she got quiet. “Oliver, I really don’t know what to think. It’s a lot to take in, you know?”

  I didn’t know actually, but I could assume. “I can give you some time.” It was the last thing I wanted to do, but I could see how she might need a bit of space and a chance to think.

  “No, I just need to digest this. Can you tell me more? I still want to know about that mark on your chest. Why did it appear?”

  “Honestly, I’m shocked it appeared. No one is certain of exactly why we have markings, but we have for as long as our kind has been around. It’s instinctual, and very primitive. Female Bocaj, when they reach sexual maturity, develop a marking on their bodies. The placement of the mark is different for each female, and moves constantly to attract the eye of males. When a male decides he wants to mate with a female, a marking appears on his chest—like mine did—in response to hers. If she accepts, she presents herself and the male consummates the relationship, during which a replica of his mark appears on her body.” Bec’s eyes were wide. “This, of course, is the primitive way. It doesn’t really happen like that anymore. I mean…nowadays, if a male Bocaj is attracted to a female’s marking, he asks her out, talks to her, they get to know each other. Then if the feeling is mutual, they end up sharing a mark.”

  “So if I were a Bocaj, I would have a mark from you right now?”

  I couldn’t help but smile. “Yes, you would be wearing my mark.”

  “And everyone would know I was yours.” She sighed dreamily.

  “Even without the mark, any Bocaj within a hundred feet would know you are mine.”

  “Because of the collar?” she asked, reaching up and fingering the chain.

  “Well, that, but mostly because Bocaj have a very keen sense of smell. Even though you showered already, I can still smell myself on you…in you.”

  She blushed. “Do I uh, smell bad? Can you smell me all the time?”

  “No and yes,” I grinned. “You smell delicious, and I can smell your arousal most of the time. It constantly drives me wild. Think back to work. I couldn’t make it through the day without getting you up to that office and having my way with you.”

  “You could smell me at work!” It was more of an exclamation than a question.

  “All the time. Especially that morning I’d had you perform with the candlestick. Nearly drove Shane insane.”

  Her mouth hung open. “He knew?”

  I hoped I hadn’t said too much. “He could smell you, yes, but he didn’t know exactly what you had done. I keep that sort of thing private.”

  She went back to eating her salad as she thought about all that I’d said. After another few minutes she looked up. “Do you have any other super powers?”

  “Super powers?” I knew she was wonderful, but this was just too much. “I have excellent eyesight and I’m much stronger than human males. It seems right about on par with a gorilla. I don’t need to sleep as long as I’m in a resting state for some portion of the day, and I guess the biggest thing that you would think of as different is that I don’t need to eat food, or much food. I get the bulk of my energy from the sun.”

  “But Kryptonite makes you lose your powers?” she laughed.

  “Uh, maybe a huge thunderstorm,” I chuckled.

  “You are so lucky. I wish I had your powers.”

  “They really aren’t powers—more like abilities. It’s just part of my species. The way a cheetah can run seventy miles an hour isn’t a power, just part of his genetic makeup.”

  “Can you run seventy miles an hour?” Her eyes were sparkling when she asked.

  “No. I mean I can run faster than humans, but not as fast as a cheetah. I did want to talk to you about you having my abilities, though.”

  “You can give me your abilities?” Technically I could, if I didn’t kill her in the process. However, that wasn’t what I wanted to talk about. I needed to talk to her about what had been happening to her each time she’d consumed my come.

  “There have been times where you seem to be more Bocaj than human.” She crinkled her brow. “For example, last night, you were able to bend the headboard.”

  “Yes, but it was very weak metal,” she responded.

  “Baby, that headboard is wrought iron, imported from Spain.”

  “So how did I bend it?”

  “I think my come affects you.”

  “Affects me?”

  “It seems to make you stronger. Your hearing and vision improve, too, and you don’t seem to get tired. Last night, you even said that you felt like you could fly.”

  “Is that why you told me I couldn’t? Can you fly?”

  I couldn’t help but laugh. “I’m not a superhero, Baby. I can’t fly, and neither can you—even after you have my come.”

  “I did feel different, I just thought it was from the excitement.” She set down her fork. “We could always test it out,” she whispered.

  “I think that might be a good idea, but first I’d like you to finish eating. It’s important to keep up your strength.”

  She ate another bite of her sandwich and then spoke. “You said you get your energy from sunlight and that you only eat a little. What is it you eat?”

  I couldn’t help the smile that worked its way across my face. “Well, I can eat food lik
e you eat, though I prefer things raw rather than cooked. But the thing that has sustained me—other than the sun—for the past few weeks is you.”

  “Me?”

  “Yes, I feed from your essence, your come. Like you do from me, I crave it from your body. It calms and nourishes me.”

  “I like that,” she said with a shy smile.

  She seemed to be doing exceptionally well. There was a lot more I could tell her about my kind, but I didn’t want to overwhelm her any more than I already had. I wanted to make sure she didn’t have any pressing questions or concerns. “Are you really alright with what I’ve told you? You’ve taken it much better than I expected.”

  “I told you last night, Oliver, I would accept anything you told me about yourself other than if you were married.”

  “I know, but, Babygirl, this has to be a huge shock.”

  “It is, but I love you. And honestly, I’m not all that surprised. I’ve always thought there was life out there on other planets, I just hadn’t realized how close it was.”

  Hearing her say she loved me like that, in casual conversation, made my marking buzz across my chest. I wanted to claim my girl as mine again. “I love you, too, and I would like to have you in the playroom again.”

  “Yes, Master,” she said, her eyes dropping to the floor. I could hear her heart rate speed up and smell the instant wave of arousal. “Providing you aren’t hurt from last night.”

  “I’m a bit sore, Master, but I’m fine.”

  “Good, then finish eating and I’ll set out what I would like to use on you in the playroom.

  I could hear her washing dishes and putting away food as I set out supplies for our afternoon scene. Last night was the first time I’d had my butterfly in the playroom without a blindfold, but we’d been celebrating her collaring. Today was different. I’d remind her that her body was mine, for my pleasure.

  Chapter Four

  butterfly

  My head was spinning with the information he’d just given me. I’d imagined a million things that he might tell me. Ironically, him being an extraterrestrial had entered my mind, but I’d never really entertained the notion. After the initial shock wore off and I knew he was telling the truth, I’d accepted him for what he was. What else could I do, really? I was in love with him and I felt bound to him in a way that I couldn’t even begin to explain.

  I also had this indescribable urge to serve him. Luckily for me, he was going to give me the opportunity to do just that in a few minutes. Last night I’d served him without a blindfold on after he’d given me my collar, but it had been a consummation of our bond, not a true scene where I was serving him in the way I traditionally did. Today I was both excited and nervous. Would he still have me wear a blindfold? Or would I be able to see what was going on?

  While I was finishing in the kitchen, my Master walked out of the playroom and down a hall. I wanted to ask where he was going but he spoke first.

  “I would like you in the playroom, nude, in the inspection position in five minutes.”

  His tone was commanding and left no room for questions. The instructions caused wetness to gather between my legs and spread to my thighs since I was only wearing a dress shirt and no panties.

  Rushing to put away the last dish, I hurriedly removed his shirt. I folded it neatly and placed it on the floor outside the red door of the playroom. Entering, I was surprised to see it looked different than it did when I’d left it after my shower. There were candles lit all over the room, casting shadows on the smoky gray walls. The candlelight flickered, reflecting off the leather of the chairs and couch, along with the leather that covered the wall on the far side of the room.

  Before I moved into the waiting position, I looked at the black leather bench to see which objects he planned on using today. I was thrilled by what I saw. The first thing I spotted was the flogger. No longer afraid he was only using it to punish me, I groaned in anticipation. I also saw a small, vibrating silver egg, nipple clamps, a tiny round bell, and a black leather collar. While I was excited by all of the objects, I was more excited by what wasn’t there. The one object that had been present in every scene—my blindfold—was missing and I couldn't have been happier.

  I dropped to my knees and moved into the waiting position my Master had taught me, keeping my eyes trained on the floor. It was much harder than I thought it would be when I heard him open the door to the playroom.

  I could see his bare feet as he walked around me in a tight circle. “Inspection position,” he commanded. “And I realize you haven’t done this without a blindfold. I still want you to grab your ankles and arch your back for me, but since it’s impossible to keep your eyes down, you will close them during the inspection.”

  I complied with his command and waited for him to inspect me. Usually inspections were quick, but today he seemed to be taking his time. He lifted my breasts, pinching each nipple before letting it fall again. When he moved between my legs, he held my pussy lips open and looked for a while.

  “Does this hurt?” he asked, running his finger down my slit. “You will answer me verbally.”

  “It’s just a bit sore, Master,” I answered honestly.

  “If it begins to hurt, you must say rose so I can slow down or stop. If you need me to stop immediately, you must say mum. Do you remember your safe words?”

  Of course I remembered them. “Yes, Master, I remember.” I’d used rose in the past when I felt like I was going to come without permission, but I’d never said mum. I couldn’t imagine a situation where my Master would push me to the point I’d need to say the word that would end the scene.

  “Waiting position,” he instructed, and I shifted my body again.

  “I am placing a play collar around your neck. While you wear this, you will obey my commands and give your body to me for my use.” I felt him fasten it over my permanent collar as he spoke.

  “You will sit in that chair,” he said, pointing to a piece of furniture I didn’t think I’d used before. I walked over to it, checking it out as I approached. It was then that I realized that he hadn’t set out a leash. He must have only used it to lead me around.

  The chair appeared to be a straight-back covered in padded black leather, but upon closer inspection, I observed that there were many other features.

  First, the back was in three sections. My Master raised the sides so it looked more like a “T.” He secured my wrists to the padded boards so that my arms were spread wide, forcing my back to arch slightly and my breasts to jut forward. After my Master had strapped in my ankles, he adjusted the seat, which was divided in two parts. Placing his hands on my knees, he spread my legs wide and then locked the chair in this new position. The final piece that made it so spectacular was that the entire thing was hooked to the wall, and attached to the chair were pulleys and a crank. My Master turned the handle and I was lifted a few inches off the ground. A few more turns and I was the height he wanted me.

  I was exposed and vulnerable, and there for my Master’s pleasure. Being able to serve him in that way made my heart race with anticipation.

  “Such beautiful breasts,” he said, pinching my nipple. I knew better than to cry out or say anything. Holding the flogger in his right hand, he brought it down swiftly, making pink lines appear on my flesh. “So beautiful,” he beamed, making the other one match. Between swings, he licked and sucked on my now over sensitive nipples.

  After a few more strokes of the flogger, he stopped and looked down. I was beyond aroused and could feel the wetness dripping onto the floor.

  “You know, you present as such a proper woman all the time. Who would believe that you enjoy getting tied spread-eagle, then flogged? You are such a dirty girl,” he said, thrusting two fingers into my pussy. I screamed in surprise. “That’s it, little one. Show me how much your pussy wants me.” He pulled his fingers from my body and I blushed at seeing them slick with my arousal.

  I was so focused on the liquid leaving my pussy and running dow
n my ass before dripping to the floor, that I didn’t notice him produce the two nipple clamps at first.

  “Show me what a good girl you are.” His words aroused me, as did his fingers the moment he squeezed the ends of the clamps and placed them on my nipples. The pinch took my mind momentarily off of my pussy. I couldn’t ignore it for long, though, because my Master dropped to his knees and began licking at me.

  “This, butterfly, is what I eat for lunch.”

  His hands would come up and tug on the nipple clamps occasionally, but it was his mouth that was doing most of the work. He licked, bit, and sucked on my clit, all while fucking my pussy with his tongue and fingers.

  I was on the verge of orgasm after only a few minutes. “I’m not done eating yet, little girl. Don’t give me my dessert before I finish my main course.”

  I fought off the feeling but I knew it was a losing battle. His mouth clamped down on my clit and he sucked roughly while two fingers rammed into me hard and fast. I screamed out in both pleasure and frustration.

  “Not yet,” he murmured around my nub, sending vibrations straight to my core.

  “Ahhhhhh,” I squealed when his mouth went back to work.

  “That’s it. Not yet, not yet,” he coached, though all I was doing was fighting against the feeling.

  Burying his tongue inside me, he reached up to my nipples and tugged on the clamps hard. “Come for me, butterfly,” he commanded, removing them at the exact same moment he spoke the words. I was already going to have an orgasm, but the rush of blood back to my nipples made me scream in a combination of pleasure and pain. My back arched and I thrust up toward his mouth, his tongue adding the friction I so badly needed. Feeling the fluid leave my body is spurts, I could tell I was squirting, though I couldn’t see it with his mouth clamped over my pussy.

  I hadn’t realized I’d been screaming until I stopped and the room was instantly silent. The only exception was the sound of my Master swallowing. I looked down in awe. His eyes were closed, but he drank from me like it was his lifeline. Watching him, I remembered his words from earlier. He’d said that he didn’t eat food, just me, and the way he was drinking from me now, it was like he’d been starving.