She hesitated for a moment before beginning to strip her clothes off, glancing furtively at Jan. He was right, without the layers she had worn to avoid insects and poisonous plants in the woods, she was much more comfortable in the steamy kitchen. Jan turned at one point to look at her and smiled contentedly, raising one dark eyebrow as he took her in. “I think we make a rule,” he said, stirring the concoction with a wooden spoon.
“What rule?” she asked, sitting back in nothing more than her bra and panties, debating whether to grab one of her lighter robes from her bedroom.
“Whenever we are home together, you must be naked, or as close to naked as possible.” Jan turned off the heat on the stove and turned to face her fully. “That will be my first rule for you as your Master. I must have access to your beautiful body as much as possible.” Andrea’s lips twitched with a mixture of amusement, desire, and confusion.
She had definitely gotten the impression that Jan’s libido, like his stature and his endowment, was super-human. It would make sense that he would want her to be available to him as much as possible, though she thought they would need to have a discussion about her need to recuperate occasionally. She still felt the dull ache in her hips, the tenderness between her legs from their days together, particularly the most recent session.
“What if I don’t want to be naked all the time?” Andrea asked playfully. Jan closed the distance between them, looking down at her with an expression of mixed sternness and amusement.
“I will have to train you. And punish your defiance.” Jan brushed his lips against her forehead, his hands moving over her body. “When you fully agree to become my sub,” he told her, his voice dropping down low, “You will be giving your body to me. I will expect my mate to fulfill my needs, just as much as I care for yours.” Andrea’s body hummed with tingling, rising desire. In spite of her instinctive defiance, instinctive tetchiness at the idea of “belonging” to someone, of someone owning, even partially, her body, she couldn’t help but admit that something about Jan’s casual possessiveness was appealing. When he spoke to her like that, his voice low, his hands teasing her into quick arousal, she was more than willing to agree to his terms.
Jan broke away abruptly. “The recipe should be ready to drink,” he told her. Andrea watched with a mixture of frustrated desire and a little bit of fear as Jan walked to the stove and ladled a cupful. She couldn’t imagine it was possibly cool enough not to scald his mouth. But then what the hell do I know about alien anatomy? Andrea blushed as she remembered all in a flash what she did, in fact, know— about Jan’s anatomy, at least.
Jan blew across the surface of his cup and glanced at Andrea. “Do not look so nervous,” he said, smiling slightly. “It will not harm me.” Andrea pressed her lips together, taking a deep breath. Jan quickly drank down the potion he had created. He made a displeased face at the flavor and set the cup down. Andrea realized she was holding her breath and forced herself to exhale. Jan did not double over; he did not go into convulsions.
At first, Andrea thought that maybe it wouldn’t work at all, but then, gradually, she saw Jan’s purplish skin begin to shift and change in color. Her eyes widened—he looked pale, but definitely not purple anymore, in a matter of moments. His eyes darkened slightly but didn’t lose the honey-gold color entirely. Subtle changes—he still looked unusual, and he would be noticeable wherever he went, but he looked indisputably human. Andrea was almost disappointed. She had become so accustomed to Jan’s unearthly appearance, to see it retreating was strange, disquieting. “You’re sure this won’t poison you?”
“It will not poison me. How do you like human me?” He smiled.
Andrea shook her head, “I like the
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