Unworldly Encounter Complete Series by Larissa Ladd Page B

regular you better.” A thought occurred to her. “You’re not… you haven’t…?” She blushed deep red. Jan raised an eyebrow slowly, grinning. He opened the fastenings on his coverall and stripped out of it, standing before her. The skin on his body was the same slightly pale pinkish-tan of his face. When he pulled down his strange underwear, Andrea saw—what she had been unable to quite ask—that his endowment was just as huge as it had always been.  
    “We should have a test run,” Jan suggested. “I need clothing, and I have an idea for where we should go. You are in desperate need of supplies.”

    Andrea’s mind reeled as Jan tugged her towards the entrance of a garishly-marked, neon-spangled store called The Velvet Dungeon. “Where the hell did you come up with this?” she asked him, shaking her head.  
    “I have done much investigating,” Jan said, grinning with amusement. “I have done a—you say search? On the human Internet.”  
    “When did you do that?”  
    Jan made a soft sound, almost a chuckle. “Last night.” He propelled her towards the door. Mannequins posed and contorted in the window, decked out in kink-infused lingerie, juxtaposed in positions of dominance and submission, as if there had been any doubt from the exterior décor and the name of the establishment what was within. Jan gripped her hand firmly. The woman manning the desk looked up, and Andrea thought that perhaps she had it on the tip of her tongue to ask for their IDs to verify their age. She felt a moment’s doubt; Jan certainly did not have any kind of ID. But the sight of such a huge man, obviously of age, apparently changed the clerk’s mind.  
    “Just how much money are you planning to spend here?” Andrea looked around as Jan led her deeper into the shop, peering at signs with interest. She saw items that she recognized, vibrators, dildos, a few things she thought she had seen in the occasional porn video, and some that were entirely foreign. Tubes, bottles, even large jugs of lubricant were scattered around in displays, and Andrea thought she had never seen so much leather, vinyl and metal in one place in her life. Her gaze trailed everywhere as Jan led her around. Andrea checked at a display of items that looked oddly like horse tack; she did not want to even thing about what the carrot-shaped plastic implement was for.
    It had been a relief to Andrea to discover that somehow or another, Jan had managed to get his hands on American currency; she didn’t ask too many questions as to how. “When we are assimilating me,” he said, “I will get a bank account.”
    “You know,” Andrea had said, shaking her head in wonder, “it kind of amazes me the stuff you managed to pick up about our culture and the stuff you’re totally clueless about.”
    Jan stopped abruptly, and Andrea looked in the direction he was facing. “Yes,” he murmured softly, adding something in his own language. “This is very necessary.” It was a display of various methods of binding: cuffs—leather and metal both, some of them with gleaming hardware for other attachments, ropes of different weight and style, bars for immobilization, bondage tape, almost any conceivable method to render a person helpless. Andrea felt a frisson of apprehension as Jan grabbed one item after another. Two pairs of leather cuffs, a spreader bar, a coil of soft rope. Without letting go of her hand, Jan abruptly nodded to himself and turned away, pulling her in his wake.
    Andrea watched with a mixture of fear and rising desire as Jan stopped at one display after another, selecting cruel-looking clamps, two different kinds of flogger, and a couple of vibrating devices. He stopped at a display of butt plugs and Andrea tugged at his hand. “Hey, we talked about this,” she said lowly, not wanting to alert the clerks wandering the huge store.  
    “You are my sub,” Jan told her simply, his voice low but agreeable. “You will try this for me. I