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  Andrea felt her cheeks burn with a blush. “Okay, let’s… let’s talk about some things.”

  Jan nodded solemnly, taking another sip of his coffee. Andrea reclaimed her mug and drank down a little too much of the hot liquid, coughing as she got the still slightly-burning mixture past her throat. “First of all, you said you were a scientist. You were doing experiments—or something like that.”

  Jan set his cup down. “My colleagues and I are looking for human women, this is true.” He looked down into his mug and then met her gaze again. “When you had your accident last night, my thought was that I could—that you could be the subject I brought to my superiors.”

  Andrea raised an eyebrow, “Seriously? Was I going to have some kind of say in this?” Fear mingled with anger at the fact that Jan had said it so matter-of-factly.

  “I would have convinced you,” Jan said. “I did convince you to—what is the term—to sleep with me?”

  Andrea pressed her lips together as the blood rushed into her face. “We will discuss that part of this whole messed-up situation later.”

  Jan smiled, “I think if I want to, we could discuss it now.”

  Andrea gritted her teeth. “No, later.” She took a deep breath and another sip of her coffee, thinking uncomplimentary thoughts about kinky aliens who shanghaied helpless human women for scientific experiments. “You said I could be your subject?”

  Jan shrugged, “I have changed my thinking. You would not be a good subject.”

  Andrea wasn’t sure whether or not she should be offended. On the one hand, she was glad she wasn’t going to be subjected to some kind of alien probe—oh, but sweetie, you’ve already been probed, her mind reminded her. On the other hand…“What do you mean I wouldn’t be a good subject?”

  Jan’s gaze slid away from her face, and an expression of distaste crossed his features. “It would not be pleasant for you,” he said quickly. “You would—you would not enjoy.”

  Andrea felt the blood rush out of her face, out of her head, all at once. “It’s—that doesn’t sound promising at all.”

  “You are…” He pondered his words for a moment before speaking again. “You are a woman of will. This is a rare thing, among my people. It is not all that common among your own people, from what I have seen.”

  Andrea crossed her arms over her chest, thinking of the dominant, not-quite-aggressive way that Jan had come onto her the night before. “Just what kind of experiments are these?”

  Jan took another sip of his coffee. “They are…” He pressed his lips together and set his mug down. “My superiors wish to see how human women are…sexually. The… reproduction, you understand? And the behavior. All of it.”

  “So what you’re saying is that they would be…” Andrea’s eyes widened and she hugged herself tightly. “They would…”

  Jan looked down at his hands. “They would not—not force you. But you would be… examined. And questioned. And eventually, convinced.” Jan shrugged. “They are curious as to whether a new—species, is the word? A new species could be made, with the qualities of your kind and our kind.” Jan shrugged again, looking almost sheepish. “There is some belief among my superiors that your race is—flawed. Almost… animals.” He shook his head. “We do not view you as animals but as…” he shrugged, “We have very limited knowledge of your kind.”

  Andrea shook her head. She drank down more of her coffee, her mind spinning with what Jan had told her. She frowned. “Why do they want to cross-breed humans and your kind?”

  “They believe that it would be a good opportunity. Create a new sub-species, which can be used for breeding purposes; there is a—your kind has strengths that we do not have. Our scientists, they are very much believers in the idea of…” He made a sound that must have been a word, but Andrea could not even think what it could be. “The combination of species, to make a stronger one.”

  “Hybrid vigor?” Jan looked at her in confusion. “Here—on this planet—we have discovered that when you combine certain animals, or plants, the offspring sometimes have the best of both their parents.” Andrea rubbed her arms to help eliminate the goose bumps she felt.

  Jan nodded, gesturing to indicate that was what he was referring to.

  “Of course, they also often end up being sterile—unable to breed.”

  “Yes, this is a thing we have seen, too. But they do not… there are many humans. You do not—our kind is very different from yours. There are not so many adults for us. It would be easy, once they discover a way to—you said cross-breed—to do that with our kind and yours, and have as many as they needed.” Jan shrugged. “You do not miss your own kind, there are so many.”

  “Yes we do!” but Andrea wondered if she had disappeared, without a trace, how long would anyone actually search for her? If there were absolutely no leads, eventually they would give up. “Are you saying,” she said, licking her lips, “you’ve done this before?”

  Jan smiled, with something wry in his expression that told her all she needed to know.

  “It was determined we could not cross-breed using your males and our females.”

  Andrea sat back in her chair, absorbing the impact of that statement. A question filled her mind. “Are—are you male? Does gender—sex—work the same way in your society?”

  Jan took a deep breath, “I am what you would consider male. I have—I have seed.” Andrea nodded slowly. “You—you took my seed last night.” Her face flooded once more with blood, and she wondered just how rapidly the blood could rush in her body without making her faint. “Your biology is different from ours.” Jan pressed his lips together.

  Andrea understood that was as far as he would go in answering that question. She took a deep breath and finished off the coffee in her mug. “Okay. So you decided that I would not be appropriate for this… experiment.” Jan nodded. “So what were you saying to your colleagues a little while ago?”

  Jan smiled slightly, “I told them I have not had success yet. They are not happy, but they tell me to continue the search.”

  Andrea thought for a moment, was Jan going to subject some other woman to the experiments he had referred to? “So—give me one good reason why I shouldn’t just kill you, to keep you from taking one of my kind?”

  “First, you could not kill me,” he said.

  “I will bet you a million dollars that I absolutely could,” Andrea countered. “Especially now that I know just what you’re up to.”

  “Second, I have changed my thinking.” He looked down into his mug and picked it up, drinking down the last of it. “This is very bitter. How did your people discover the goodness of it?”

  Andrea laughed, “How most people discover things, entirely by accident.”

  “That is true,” he looked up and grinned, “among my people as well as among yours.” He pushed the cup across the table towards her. “May I have more? With—what is the thing? Milk?” Andrea picked up both mugs and stood, sighing.

  When she came back into the dining room with the fresh coffee, bringing the pot with her and balancing the two mugs precariously in one hand, she had still more questions for the alien. “You said that your people want to cross-breed with mine.” She eased herself into her chair. “Should I be concerned that you…” She shook her head, blushing deeply. “I—took your seed, last night?”

  Jan shook his head and smiled as he sipped at the new coffee. “We are not directly compatible in that way. This is much better.” Jan set his mug down. “You also taste very sweet.”

  “I said we would talk about that later.” Andrea closed her eyes, making her voice as firm as possible. She then reopened them, intending to pin Jan down with a glare.

  “I think we should talk about it now. You already know why I found you last night.”

  “But I don’t know that you’re not just going to up and abduct some other woman to give to your superiors!”

  Jan shook his head. “I will not do that. I think—I am thinking—this is not a go
od thing to do.”

  Andrea raised an eyebrow, “And you arrived at this conclusion because…?”

  A smile formed slowly on Jan’s lips, “You are not a subject. You are my little one. My Drea. I do not wish to do these things to anyone who is like you.”

  Andrea felt a little frisson at the way his voice dropped even lower, the possessive tone taking over. “Well score one for my sex skills, I guess,” Andrea said, shaking her head.

  “It would be—you would say, bad taste? For me to abduct a female, when I know that you exist. When I want to have you.” Jan shook his head sharply. “That is a conversation for another time.” He stood, and Andrea felt her heart beating faster. “I will train you like a good Master should, and teach you to be my little one, and you will become my mate.”

  Andrea pushed her chair back. “Hold on just a second—we need to talk about this.”

  “You said you do not want to talk about it.” Jan laughed, “You see? I have convinced you, as I said I would.”

  Andrea stood, stomping one foot in what she knew was a juvenile display as frustration welled up inside her. “You haven’t convinced me of anything, and I have a hell of a lot of questions for you, big boy.”

  Jan was suddenly close to her, towering over her as he had the night before, not menacing, but definitely with an air of absolute confidence, a look akin to ownership on his face. “You may ask me later,” he told her, his hands closing on her wrists. Andrea tugged and pulled, trying to break free of his grasp. “Do you trust me, little one?”

  Andrea let out an indignant scream, “How am I supposed to trust you when you—when you’re acting like an asshole who’s going to force me?” She scowled up at him. He wasn’t pulling, he wasn’t doing anything other than holding both of her wrists in his, looking down at her with a mixture of amusement and desire in his honey-gold eyes.

  “I am your Master,” he said. “You have told me your safe word. You know I will make you come.” He seemed almost confused at her continued struggles to break free of his grip. “Why would you deny what you want?”

  Andrea felt a flicker of inspiration, “Okay—okay. Banana. That’s my safe word, and I’m using it right now. Banana.” Immediately, Jan released her wrists, stepping back.

  “What is wrong?” He did not lose an iota of his dominant demeanor, but he shifted his stance as indication he was not moving forward; he was waiting for her.

  “We need to talk about this—this kink thing you have going on. Because, really…” Andrea shook her head. “Do you think…” she frowned. “Do you somehow think this is just how sex goes for humans?”

  Jan stood still a moment, his forehead wrinkling as he parsed her words. “I have seen,” he said slowly, “I have watched the instructive videos that your kind has made. The mating ritual.” Andrea’s mouth fell open as it dawned on her what he was referring to. “The male—sometimes the female—but a partner takes the role of Master, or Mistress, and subdues the other, and they bond. And the subdued one becomes the Master’s mate, attending to his needs.” Jan paused a moment as if reviewing steps in his mind. “The master and the submissive form a mating pair.” He looked at her curiously. “This is what I have seen.”

  Andrea sighed, sitting down once more and looking at the floor, licking her lips and trying to decide just how to approach what she needed to say. “Okay,” she said, looking back up at Jan. “First—okay.” She took another deep breath. “Human sexuality is very… complex. There are many ways that humans interact sexually, and that—you are correct—that is one way.” She sighed. Oh my god, he watched a bunch of BDSM porn and thinks this is just how we do things here. Her mind was reeling. He thought they were instructional videos. How the hell am I going to even…? Andrea scrubbed at her face. “What you watched, they were not for instruction; they were for… entertainment.”

  Jan frowned, his strange eyes full of confusion, “But you enjoyed it last night—you told me what was your safe word, as the ritual demands. And you—is it came? Come, came?”

  Andrea blushed a deep crimson. She had to admit to herself, unexpected or not, she had absolutely loved what Jan had done to her the night before. “I did,” she admitted.” I enjoyed it, and I climaxed—I came.” She bit her bottom lip for a moment, trying to decide exactly how to go about explaining what was wrong with the situation they were in. “It’s just—I haven’t ever done that before, with anyone.”

  Jan stared at her with something like shock, “You were a virgin?”

  “No—I have had sex before, but it wasn’t… the videos you saw, it isn’t always the way humans have sex. There are…” she sighed. “It’s complicated,” she said dully.

  “Ah—I see, I forgot to ask you what your limits are. I am sorry, little one—I should have done the full ritual with you.” Andrea started to interrupt, to explain, but Jan was kneeling, bringing his lips to hers to kiss her. “I apologize for not learning your limits first. I have not been a good Master, but we will talk about your limits now, while I can control myself.” Andrea contemplated for another moment whether or not she should explain just how grossly Jan had managed to misinterpret the videos he had seen, but it wasn’t possible for her to deny she had really enjoyed the sex with him the night before. She had enjoyed being tied up and had enjoyed being spanked much more than she wanted to admit, even to herself.

  “Okay,” she said, swallowing and taking a deep breath. “Let’s discuss this.” Jan nodded solemnly. “Just—just what kinds of things are you interested in? What do you know about?”

  “It is for you to tell me what you want and do not want,” he told her, reaching out to tousle her hair. “You are my little one. You will be my sub, my mate.” Andrea almost groaned in frustration. She reminded herself to breathe in spite of the tingling anticipation working through her body.

  “I don’t like…” she hesitated—she had never tried any of it. How could she know what she did and didn’t like? “I don’t know the extent to which you’re informed. I don’t… I’ve never done this, and I’m a little scared.” Jan stood, pulling Andrea up with him; he led her quickly towards the couch and sat down, positioning her on his lap. She wondered for a moment why exactly she was letting him lead her around, why she hadn’t insisted on a more equal seating arrangement.

  “I did not know you were a virgin,” he said, smiling a little sadly. “When the time is correct, I fully intend to take all of your holes and make you my sub.”

  Andrea checked, alarm flooding her. “All—all my holes?” she asked, her voice going shrill with dismay and surprise. “You—oh god, you mean…” she shook her head. “No. You are not putting that in—no.”

  Jan frowned. “I had understood this to be part of the ritual,” he said. His hand slid along her back, coming to stop at the curve of her ass. “I have seen it—the submissive gives in to her Master, and he takes her this way.” Andrea shook her head.

  “You—you would tear me to pieces!”

  “I understand that you are much smaller than the females I am used to,” he said, his voice gentle. “I would—what is the word—I would train you, slowly, so that you could take me.” Andrea pressed her lips together. She had never considered herself a prude, but she had never been even a little interested in anal sex. It had always seemed dirty, a little gross, almost debasing.

  “Let’s…let’s revisit that later. I don’t…” Andrea took a deep breath, trying to calm the rapid fluttering of her heart. “Right now I don’t think I like that.”

  Jan frowned again and nodded. “I must prove myself to be a good Master, and then you will let me take you this way.” Andrea considered explaining to him that that day might never come, but she decided it was just far too complicated to discuss at the moment. “You enjoyed being tied,” Jan said, making the statement almost a question.

  “Yes, and I liked the spanking. I liked going down on you—apologizing with my mouth,” she clarified, remembering the way he had posed the demand to her the night befo
re. “But no—no collars, no choking or spitting.” Jan absorbed this, nodding. “No…humiliation. I don’t like that.” I get enough humiliation out of day-to-day life.

  “You like this,” Jan said, one of his hands slipping up underneath the hem of her robe, his fingertips finding her already-slick labia and stroking lightly.

  “Yes—yes, very much,” Andrea said, her breaths coming shorter as his fingers teased her.

  “And you liked when I tasted you,” he confirmed, sounding almost uncertain.

  “God, yes. That was amazing.” One of his arms shifted around her, pulling her closer to him. Andrea was not used to feeling small—it was oddly appealing, being trapped in Jan’s strong arms, being called “little one”.

  “You like being punished.” His voice was firmer. Jan’s fingers found her pleasure center and began stroking, rubbing firmly, and Andrea made a sound somewhere between a whimper and a moan, losing the ability to speak—even to think. “You like when I take control. You will let me use toys on you, punish you, bend you to my will.” Andrea tensed, not certain if she entirely liked what Jan was saying, but she was unable to come up with a valid complaint.

  “I—I…” she was panting as he rubbed her more firmly, getting wetter by the moment, her body heating up.

  “I must reward you for forgiving me,” Jan said, holding her gaze as his fingers worked away at her. “You have been a very good little one, Drea.” His voice was somehow softer, full of praise. “Later you will help me find toys to properly train you.” She nodded, not sure of what she was agreeing to, but certain that she wanted more of whatever he had in mind.

  Jan tugged at the sash of her robe, pulling it untied, and Andrea gasped as he moved her around with expert maneuvers, opening up her robe and letting it fall away to expose her body to his hungry gaze even as he settled her on his lap, her legs spread wider. “I am going to make you come, little one,” Jan said in a low murmur, one of his fingers dipping down to her soaking wet inner folds. He pressed his thick, warm fingers into her slowly, pushing past the resistance of her body, his thumb swirling around her pleasure center. How he could know so perfectly how to touch her, just from watching videos, Andrea had no idea, but as Jan pushed one finger and then two deep inside of her, working them in and out slowly, she moaned, grateful that he had somehow learned.