Outlander (Borealis) by Ellie Bay Read Free Book Online

hard to concentrate.
    Marcus kept telling his story as he massaged my breasts with
practiced ease, thumbing my hard nipples. My breath caught and I sighed despite
myself. A gorgeous alien was rubbing me with oil and I was about to
explode—welcome to my new normal.
    Unfazed, he continued as if we were chitchatting over tea.
“God slid his Light on her bare skin as he plunged himself inside her. The pain
was so exquisite, so beautiful that it created a bond between them unlike
anything either of them had ever felt.”
    That jolted me from my trance. “Her pain was exquisite ?”
This religion had just gone from fucked up to appalling.
    Marcus shot me a warning glare.
    “Dominus,” I added quickly.
    He let it slide. “It excites God to give pain and it excites
the Goddess to receive it.”
    I stiffened. “Are you excited by giving pain, Dominus?”
    “No.” The way he spoke the word made it sound as if he was
offended by the accusation.
    “But, Dominus, you smacked me twice.” I was trying not to
sound as mad as I was.
    A sharp tone let me know he wasn’t pleased with my cheeky
attitude. “That was erotic intensity; discipline brought on by your
disobedience, may I add.”
    “But you said you would never hurt me, Dominus.”
    His eyes stayed on me. “Are you hurt? Did you feel genuine
pain?” Marcus squeezed my smarted cheek and I jumped.
    No, what I felt was shock and brief— damn him —intensity.
And now my ass was deliciously warm and sensitive under his palm. “No, Dominus.
I was more surprised and humiliated.”
    Nodding his approval, he rubbed circles around my belly
button. “I will never hurt you.” Our eyes locked as he slid a finger between my
mounds. “But God will.”
    I froze as fresh horror mixed with my growing erotic
tension. Though baffled by God and his fascination with pain and punishment, I
had to remain calm. My Dom’s eyes stayed on mine while he took his time sliding
his fingers in and out of me. My eyes batted slowly as I melted under his
touch.
    “You have a beautiful pussy,” he breathed.
    I blinked at him. Marcus, the noble Dom who could have
modeled for Michelangelo’s David , just said “pussy.” I found that
strangely hilarious. “Pussy, Dominus?”
    “Yes,” he said palming it. “Pussy.”
    I pressed my lips together to keep from giggling. “Is that
the only name for it, Dominus?”
    “Just pussy.” He pinched my clitoris and I shuddered.
“Clit.”
    He grabbed both my butt cheeks with a loud smacking noise.
“Ass or butt.”
    With his eyes boring into mine, he let the middle finger of
his right hand slip between my butt cheeks. “Asshole.”
    If he named any other body parts, I was going to pass out.
But he had left out a couple of things. I shimmied and my breasts jiggled for
him. 
    His pupils dilated as he groaned the word, “Breasts.”
    Breasts? I almost burst out laughing. I was sure it would be
tits, knockers or at least boobs, but breasts? That made absolutely no sense.
“And you have a—”
    “Cock.”
    “Penis?”
    “What?”
    “Never mind, Dominus.”
    I added “sexual terminology” to my long list of Borealian
eccentricities.
    My Dom continued his erotic massage which was building
delicious pressure in my pelvis. If he quickened his strokes and stayed with
his rhythm much longer, I was going to come in front of him and all the other
bathers. But I wouldn’t be alone.
    Startled by moans and whimpers of pleasure, I looked around.
Every Dom/me was fingering, licking, massaging or sucking their submissives. I
was particularly drawn to a scene of a female Domme with a female submissive.
The sub was groaning, her head thrown back and her lips parted. The Domme was
nibbling on her neck and fingering her with a wicked rhythm. The sub writhed
going up and down on her toes until her legs stiffened. When she came she shook
so hard that it jangled the chains that kept her fastened to the wall.
    I was pretty sure I wasn’t a lesbian, but I had to