So a couple weeks ago I mentioned that my new novel was going to be science fiction. I don’t want to give too much away, but I do went to share a little with you since it’s coming along so well. We’re looking at a race of Dominant sadistic aliens–most of them are Dominant to varying degrees, all of them are sadists.
Without an outlet for their sadism, without balance, they’ve become a feared race of warriors around the universe. But then they discover a small portion of Earth people are not only submissive but masochists. The uniqueness of people who will not only accept the pain willingly, but can actually enjoy it, is exciting to the Sadecs. They call them Pain Receivers, and they all want one of their very own, but since there aren’t enough to go around there’s going to be a lot of sharing.
From that I think you can get a pretty good idea of the type of story it’s going to be. It’s not a reverse harem, but there will definitely be some aspects of that. It’s not an alien abduction novel, but there’s aspects of that too. I like to come at things from a unique angle.
So, that’s just a little teaser on the plot, but I’m going to share a very steamy scene here in a second (I wouldn’t read it at work…be warned) and so there’s one thing you need to know to completely understand what’s happening. The aliens secrete a hormone from their fingertips, at will, which can stop a human from reaching orgasm. It doesn’t stop the arousal just the completion, which means the Sadecs have found a very creative torture that our little main character isn’t prepared for.
Teaser scene below (Unedited so don’t judge too harshly, but comments are always welcome.)
“Do you?” There was that smirk again, and his hand felt between her spread thighs, finding her twitching and sensitive clit and playing with it. She was at the point where every touch made her grovel, and the moaning sounds that came out of her were loud and unashamed. “I could do this to you for hours, is that what you want?’ he teased.
“N-no. No, please. You can’t! I’ll die if you leave me like this,” she blurted. The words were dramatic, but she was at the point where she believed them as she ground herself down against his hand, hoping somehow to push herself over the edge.
“Humans don’t die from denying sexual satisfaction, Kenzi; I know better. I like the idea of leaving you like this. I’d enjoy knowing you were desperately waiting for me to return and offer relief.” He paused, watching her face as his fingers continued to stroke and tease her.
Her eyes welled with tears, “Please, I swear I’ll be good if you let me come,” she said.
“You’ll be good anyway, girl. Trust on that, because if you’re not this will be only a tiny taste of the punishment you’ll get. I could keep you on edge like this for days,” he warned her. His voice had turned hard like ice, deepening until the usual odd alien quality of it was gone.
Her bottom lip trembled at the thought of so much suffering. She wouldn’t be able to stop from touching herself until she was raw, even knowing she wouldn’t be able to orgasm without him. “I will. I’ll be good, but please…” her voice trailed off, but the pleading expression remained.
He examined her thoughtfully and an expression she could only read as devious appeared. “So far you’ve only been spanked. I like spanking and your file said it was your main fantasy, so it seemed like a good place to start, but I wonder what you’d do in exchange for that orgasm you’ve been begging for. Something harsher maybe?” he asked as he flicked her clit sharply with one finger.
She yelped and tried to clamp her legs together, but his hand was there keeping that from happening. “That hurt!”
“Yes, Pain Receiver, it hurts. Do you want more, or should I just leave you like this?” he asked. He didn’t sound amused; he sounded predatory and she felt like a mouse trapped in a snake’s coils and ready to be eaten.
Stars help her, she did want more. It wasn’t just for the sexual pleasure, although she’d do almost anything right now if only he’d fuck her until the pleasure exploded through her, but she actually wanted to see what it would be like to take all the pain he could give. If she’d expected them to ease her slowly into the life of a slave she’d been delusional—the abrupt immersion was a shock— but that didn’t mean she was hating it.
She looked away, hiding her face as she replied, “Hurt me.”