I supposed that I would just have to get used to being carried everywhere. It wasn’t so bad, really. I found myself enjoying being close to my Master, despite trying not to. Sir was so big and strong I didn’t have to worry about him hurting his back when he picked me up. And he smelled amazing as always.
I wondered if that was some kind trait of his people—having really strong body scents that were either really good or really bad. If so, I would hate to be in a crowded room with a lot of Korrigons, I thought.
Sir sat me down in front of the Matter Synthesizer and put on the thin gold wire that he called the “Control band” but before he could make anything, I tapped his arm.
“Hey, can we please have something besides nutritional gel?” I asked pleadingly.
Sir frowned.
“It’s good for you, little one.”
“But it’s so bland and boring—my primitive human brain needs stimulation with different sights and scents and tastes and textures,” I said.
He sighed, but I didn’t think he was really unhappy with me—just affectionately exasperated, if that’s a thing.
“All right—describe to me the kind of Earth food you want and I’ll try to make the Matter Synthesizer make it for you.”
“Um…how about a cheeseburger?” I asked. “It’s a patty of meat with a slice of melted cheese on it between two toasted buns.”
Sir shook his head.
“I understand about the meat, but what is ‘cheese’ and what are ‘buns’?”
So I spent the next five minutes trying to explain the various components to him.
“So you harvest a plant called ‘wheat’ and grind it into a fine white dust and then mix it with other ingredients and bake it to make a soft food called ‘bread’,” Sir said, trying to understand. “And then you keep domestic animals called ‘cows’ and squeeze a white substance called ‘milk’ out of their mammary glands. You then let these squeezings coagulate into a solid and when it heats up, it melts and gets all ‘gooey.’ Correct?”
“Geeze—cow squeezings and dust. When you explain it like that, it sounds so appetizing,” I muttered. “But basically, yes. Do you think you can make it for me?”
Sir looked doubtful.
“I can try.”
He closed his eyes and concentrated, a furrow forming on his high brow. One of the medium sized doors on the Matter Synthesizer lit up and the mini-glitter tornado began. After a moment there was a ding! and Sir opened his eyes.
“All right—let’s see if I was successful in interpreting your request,” he remarked.
He pulled a golden plate out of the Matter Synthesizer and brought it over to where I was standing by the circular bench. Placing it on the table he said,
“Is that what it’s supposed to look like?”
“Um…sort of,” I said.
What it looked like was a child’s drawing of a cheeseburger. The patty in the middle looked kind of like a cardboard hockey puck and the buns were nondescript blobs. The cheese was like Elmer’s glue.
Well, maybe it tasted better than it looked.
Hesitantly, I picked the thing up—it weighed hardly anything—and took a nibble.
It was almost as bland as the nutritional cubes.
“Not good?” Sir asked. He had been watching my face as I bit into the weird burger-thing and clearly I hadn’t been able to hide my reaction.
“Well…it’s not exactly what a burger is supposed to taste like,” I said, trying to be diplomatic. “Or look like, either. I think the problem is, you’re used to eating something that tastes like nothing all the time, so that’s how it came out.”
“I’m sorry, little one.” He shook his head. “It’s just that we eat only for nutrition on my planet—not for entertainment.”
“Yeah, if I didn’t know that already, the nutritional gel would be a big clue,” I said glumly. Then I brightened. “Hey—can we try the mind-reading thing? Like you look into my mind and I’ll try to show you what a cheeseburger ought to taste and smell and look like and then you try to make the Matter Synthesizer make one?”
I didn’t mind trying this now, since I no longer had plans to run away and I didn’t think he could see anything that would get me into trouble or embarrass me. Boy, was I wrong—but I didn’t know it at the moment.
Sir frowned.
“I still don’t think our bond has progressed enough for me to be completely accurate, but I can try.” He sat down on the curving bench, facing away from the table, and motioned for me. “Come stand between my legs and look into my eyes,” he told me.
Feeling slightly nervous, I did as he said. He was so tall that even sitting on the bench he was still a little taller than me, but at least I didn’t have to crane my neck to see him.
Sir cupped my face gently in his big hands and for a moment I could feel his immense strength. He could break me in two as easily as I would snap a toothpick, I realized, but he was holding back—being careful of me the same way I would be careful if someone had given me a small animal to hold.
“Now look at me, little one,” he murmured. “Look deep into my eyes and feel me touching you, mind-to-mind and soul-to-soul…look at me and think of… cheeseburgers.”
I started giggling—I couldn’t help it!
Sir gave me a stern look.
“What?” he asked. “Did I say something amusing?”
“It’s just…that started out so sexy and mysterious—almost romantic. And then you added the ‘cheeseburgers’ part,” I said, still trying not to laugh.
“I am doing this for your benefit,” Sir pointed out, his frown deepening. “Would you like to just eat nutritional gel? Or do I need to discipline you to make you behave?”
One big hand came to rest on my bare bottom and he gave me a sharp little spank that made me gasp.
“Oh! That hurt!” I rubbed my stinging ass cheek.
“It was supposed to,” Sir told me. “Now, are you ready to concentrate?”
“Yes, Sir. I’m sorry—I’ll be serious, I promise,” I said penitently, hanging my head. “Now how do we do this again?”
“Look into my eyes,” he directed, cupping my face again. “And then let me in—let me know what you really want.”
Unfortunately, this wasn’t a very good choice of words—although it was probably better than when he told me to look into his eyes and think of cheeseburgers.
See, my ass was still stinging from that slap and my body was still humming from feeling his big hands all over me while he was washing me and teasing me earlier, so when I looked deep into Sir’s full-black eyes, I wasn’t exactly thinking about cheeseburgers.
“My, my, little one,” he murmured, after a moment. “You want to be tasted? Want to have your sweet little pussy licked?”
“What? No!” I exclaimed, jumping away from him. “That…that’s not what I meant to think about! Honestly, it’s not.”
“I think that it is, though,” Sir murmured, looking at me speculatively. “Did your intended mate never spread your legs and lap your soft little cunt?”
“No, he didn’t, okay?” I said shortly. “He, uh, doesn’t like that kind of thing.”
Of course, back on Earth, it hadn’t been a big deal that Don didn’t like “going downtown” as he put it. Nothing he did turned me on anyway—there was no use in asking him to try something he had a clear distaste for. But now that my body had been awakened sexually, I kept thinking of all the spicy romance books I’d read and wondering what it would feel like now that I could actually feel it…
Which has nothing to do with cheeseburgers, I know. But when Sir looked into my eyes and touched me and asked me in his deep, rumbling voice to think of what I really wanted, it just sort of popped into my head.
“I’m really sorry,” I said. “Look—just forget about the cheeseburger and let’s have nutritional gel.”
Sir gave me a look.
“Very well, but we’re going to revisit this topic later. It intrigues me greatly—especially knowing that you’ve never had an orgasm, little one. Was that the fault of your mate-to-be, because he refused to pleasure you with his tongue?”
Now we were getting into really touchy territory—and all because I’d wanted a cheeseburger instead of tasteless Jell-O Jigglers for lunch!
“No,” I said shortly. “It wasn’t Don’s fault.”
Sir frowned.
“Explain. How could it not be his fault if he was the male who was supposed to be pleasuring you?”
“My body just didn’t…react to anything sexual, okay?” I said, rather defensively. “I didn’t feel anything—it was like I was numb. I couldn’t get turned on, no matter how hard I tried. And believe me—I tried.”
I thought of all the spicy books I’d read and all the porn I’d watched and how many times I had tried getting myself off, all with no result. And then, almost the minute Sir put his big, warm hands on me, I started to feel.
“It’s like…my body woke up when I got up here—away from Earth,” I said, because I didn’t want to give him the idea that he was the main reason for my sudden sexual awakening. He was already arrogant enough—he didn’t need to think he was my sexual savior.
“I like that you feel awake now,” Sir murmured, stroking my cheek. “That’s going to make your training as a Sex Pet so much easier, my darling.”
I bit my lip as I felt a shiver run through my body. He had always just called me “little one”—this new endearment sent a little pleasurable thrill through my body.
“I…I still don’t know what…what you’re going to do to me,” I whispered.
“Just train you to take pleasure in the way I touch you and to accommodate me when the time comes,” Sir rumbled softly. His big hand slipped down between my legs and cupped my bare pussy. “We have much to do in order to open you enough to take my cock,” he murmured, as he slid one long finger deep into my liquid depths.
My eyes flew wide.
“So you’re going to…to fuck me? I thought you weren’t going to do that!”
“I’m not going to breed you and make you pregnant,” Sir said. “I will give you my word as a Korrigon Overlord which I may never break about that. But yes, I am going to fuck you, little one. All in good time, of course,” he added. “You’re not ready for that yet.”
“I…I don’t understand, though,” I panted as he fucked gently in and out of me with his long finger. “I mean, you’re twice as big as me. How will we ever fit together? Your equipment is huge.”
“You’ll be ready to take me deep in your soft little cunt when the time comes,” Sir assured me, pressing deep inside me as though to illustrate his point. He withdrew his finger and sucked it into his mouth, cleaning away my juices with obvious relish. “Mmm, delicious little one,” he rumbled.
“You…you think so?” I whispered, watching him with wide eyes. The one time he had tried going down on me, Don hadn’t liked my taste at all, and he hadn’t been shy about saying so, either. It had been a big blow to my self confidence, to be honest. “You…you really think I taste good?” I asked Sir.
Sir licked his lips.
“I know so. But it is time to eat. For now, why don’t we table this discussion and try for your preferred meal one more time?”
But at that point, my head was so full of dirty thoughts and spicy images, that cheeseburgers were the last thing on my mind. Sir tried again to make one, but the Matter Synthesizer just served us a plate of goo, so he gave up and made us both nutritional gel cubes again.
It wasn’t the best meal I’d ever had, but as I ate them slowly, one by one, I wasn’t thinking about the blandness of the food. I was wondering when my Sex Pet training would begin.