Free Unworldly Encounter Complete Series by Larissa Ladd

even had her breakfast or even a cup of coffee? Andrea chewed her bottom lip anxiously.
    A few moments later, Jan came back into the room, hands full of the strangest assortment of items that Andrea could even imagine seeing with a man who was about to have sex with her. He had a bowl full of ice cubes and some scarves he had collected from the rack in the living room. She wondered in horror what the ice cubes were for.  
    “Get up, little one,” Jan said, smiling wickedly. Andrea hesitated, even though she knew that if she put it off too long, it would only make her punishment worse. She took a deep breath, pushing down the contrary urge to use her safe word simply to wimp out of the punishment.  
    Andrea let the blankets fall away and slipped out of the bed, standing unsteadily. Jan put the bowl of ice down and disentangled the collection of scarves, picking one out—the darkest-colored one of them all. He approached her and doubled the fabric over on itself, holding it up to the light to make sure it was fully opaque. Andrea swallowed against the convulsive tightening of her throat as Jan covered her eyes with the material and tied it tightly around her head, tugging it to make sure it was utterly secure and wouldn’t come free, no matter how she struggled.  
    “I do not want you to anticipate,” he told her.  
    Andrea nodded, wondering if she would rather know what was coming or have no clue. She felt Jan’s strong, big hands on her wrists; the alien pulled them around to her back and tied another scarf around them, twisting and coiling it around her arms until they were hopelessly pinned to the small of her back. This was a position that Andrea was slowly becoming accustomed to. She could feel the lingering ache in her shoulders from several such interludes trapped in the same position over the last two days—she told herself irrelevantly that she would ask Jan to bind her wrists in front next time and then marveled that she was already contemplating a next time.
    Blind and unsteady, her arms bound so tightly she knew she could never pull them free, Andrea was helpless to prevent the shove that Jan applied to her back, or the way she wound up sprawled across her own bed, her breath leaving her in a sharp “woof” of startlement. She felt Jan’s fingers coiling in her hair, grabbing at the knot in the scarf wrapped around her face and pulling her up, just enough to allow her to breathe. She felt movement on the bed, and then he was lifting her hips up, pushing something soft and resilient underneath her abdomen, positioning her ass in the air. Andrea shivered as Jan caressed the curve of her ass cheeks, his fingers briefly straying to the cleft, brushing against her tight pucker. No, she thought. No-no-no-no-no. He is not going to use that as punishment. His touch retreated and she felt a wave of relief.
    “Do not tense up, little one,” Jan said, his voice full of amusement. “When I take your ass as my own, I will only do it when you beg me for it like a good sub should.” Andrea took a deep breath, shivering in reaction to the sudden spurt of fear she had felt. She still was not convinced that she would ever actually beg him to take her anally—especially not with his own enormous sex organ—but the fact that he was willing to wait until she was ready to take him that way was a point in his favor. Her fear ratcheted up another notch, however, when she felt the silky caress of another scarf against her leg, felt the slippery bite of it tightening around her ankles, binding her legs shut, trapping her in her vulnerable position. Her skin crawled, and she bit her bottom lip, trying not to anticipate and failing miserably.
    Jan waited her out, and Andrea finally sagged against the pillows holding her in position, giving into the necessities of her punishment. She felt his hand come down lightly across her ass cheek, sending tingling warmth through her body. He smacked her a few more times, almost