Free Owned By Her Alpha - Geno by Sophie Sin Page B

way. I know what the man who owns me will
do to me if I don't stay and it isn't pleasant.
    The customer is tall, big and powerful
looking. He wears a silver mask they covers his features. It must
be off world, because there are no eye holes or mouth hole, but I
can hear him breathing. It's fast and tense and wild. There's do
doubt that he's going to fuck me in that breath. It's that
clear.
    “Your first time?” he asks. The voice is
modified to not sound like whoever the owner of the mask is. I
guess that this is going to be a big part of my life in the future.
A lot of customers are going to want to keep their identity
hidden.
    I say nothing. Why would I? This all ends
with me being fucked. I'm a whore now and conversation isn't what
I'm here for.
    He bends down to where I am sitting against
the wall and reaches out a hand. It's calloused and has cuts on the
fingers that cross cross them in long odd swirling patterns. The
roughness of his skin on mine is surprising. I glance up. He's no
lord or rich man. If anything this man has used farm tools in the
past. That makes him quite the oddity. Someone who shouldn't be in
this situation but is.
    That hand stays on my jaw. It is tender yet
purposeful. I get the feeling from his bearing – so straight and
relaxed regardless of the situation – that he's used to being in
control, to having his orders followed.
    I glance downwards as he waits for my
answer.
    “You don't have to tell me if you don't want
to. I've purchased you for the hour and no more. After that your
owner will come and take you wherever he plans to.”
    There's silence. In the end I break it.
    “Why me? “ I blurt out.
    He tilts his head to the side and I swear
he's smiling, even though I can't tell.
    “Because you are the most beautiful woman
that I've ever seen.”
    I stare. No man has ever thought that highly
of me and with such sincerity in his voice. If he was conning me,
I'm sure I'd know. This man told me the truth just now and told it
with the certainty that I would understand that he was sincere.
Quite the oddity indeed.
    My lips part as he leans in. Of course I
can't kiss him, but part of me wants to. Rare is it to meet a man
of such honesty in this day in and age. Everyone's a liar in this
world.
    His hand slides down my body and under the
plain gray top I was given when I was thrown into the cells. Those
calloused fingers take my right breast and gently work it. He is
staring into my eyes and me into his. I can see myself in the
reflection of the silver mask and the creases that are forming
around them as a warm pleasure slowly wafts its way up through my
belly. I'm scared, of course, but this isn't my first time having
sex either.
    He draws those fingers to my right nipple
and swirls it in slow long semicircles. I moan. He is clearly
skilled with women. Just looking at him tells me that I'm going
have a good time here. It might be the last little piece of heaven
I get before things go to hell.
    “You arouse easily,” he notes.
    His fingers go much, much lower. They travel
down the soft, smooth expanse of my stomach to the lightly haired
region of my womanhood.
    “Is this wet for me?” the man mutters. He
clearly wants me to know that he is pleased by this. I can't say
that I'm not either.
    The garments that I have been wearing since
leaving the slave pens are discarded. He looms over me in my
nudity. I am smaller than him by quite a lot. His shoulders are
double mine and his arms bigger than my thighs.
    Stepping into me, he takes me in his arms.
They flow around me and are comforting. I feel like I know him from
this, but I can't say where. My mind trails through the various
lovers that I have had. None where his size. None had that
tightness of breath, that wanting desire. And NONE – not a single
one – had a dick this big.
    Without even needing to be requested to do
so, I slip to my knees and work on the trousers that he wears. They
come undone and his fullness is revealed to my