His Human Mate (Captives of the Dominars Book 3) Read online

  “Come along, pet. I’ll take you to get cleaned up and dressed.”

  She takes my held out hand, reluctantly letting the blanket fall away, exposing her body to me. After a second she gets over her nudity, though she eyes the gown.

  I watch shamelessly as she washes, enjoying the look of her lovely tanned skin under the flowing water. She luxuriates in the hot, invigorating steam, groaning happily as she scrubs herself clean. By the time Sabine finishes, she’s so relaxed she doesn’t mind me drying her off with a soft towel. As soon as she finishes her hair, she slips on the gown.

  “You look gorgeous,” I say, motioning for her to spin around.

  “Thanks,” she replies, blushing again and smiling.

  “What was that?”

  “Thank you, sir,” she sighs, inspecting herself in the cleaning station’s full-length mirror. “It’s an incredibly nice dress.”

  I nod. “For the occasion, only the best will do.”

  Her face tics and she looks up at me, her smile dampened by concern. “You said today’s going to be ‘historic.’ What did you mean by that?”

  “You’ll see, pet,” I say, guiding her back to her room. “It’s nothing for you to worry about. However, your outfit is missing something.”

  “Shoes?”

  I laugh, pointing to a pair of matching heels I left for her on the dresser. “Stay here, I’ll get it.”

  She groans as I approach the armoire and select a toy: a medium-sized, self-lubricating butt plug with a flared, heart-shaped base.

  “This will help keep you on your toes today,” I say, showing her the toy, which already glistens with synthetic oil.

  “You can’t be serious.” She backs away, covering her waist with her hands.

  “Of course I am. Come here,” I order. With a grin I add, “And turn around.”

  Her face blanches, and I think she’s just realizing where exactly this plug is meant to go. “It’s too big,” she says.

  I can’t help chuckling, though I don’t wish to demean her too much. “It’s not. I’m going to work you up to much bigger, in time. This is just to get you started.”

  She whimpers as I clutch her dress and tear the back apart, exposing her cute little cheeks. I press the toy against her tight bud and apply a steady pressure, but she’s clenched too tight.

  “Relax, Sabine. I don’t want to force this thing in, though I will if I have to.”

  “Please, sir,” she begs. “It’s going to hurt!”

  Fucking hell.

  Her pleading could give me a permanent erection; it takes serious willpower to keep my salacious hunger from showing. She may well wear out my patience before the day ends.

  “It’ll only hurt for a bit; you’ll get used to it,” I say, urging the plug in a little. Sabine tenses and shakes as the intrusion spreads her flesh. From her reaction, I’m guessing she’s never had her rear penetrated before. “You’re doing great, pet.”

  She grits her teeth and bends down a little, spreading her legs. I draw the plug back, giving her a chance to prepare herself for the next push. Once I feel she’s ready, I press the plug in again, going deeper this time.

  “It’s so big,” Sabine whines, but she doesn’t fight the intrusion. “It’s not going to fit.”

  “Want to bet?” I say, sliding the toy to its widest point. I hold it there, twisting it around to spread the oil everywhere. “How about, if I can’t get this thing in your ass, I’ll let you go. But if I can, then you—”

  “No, sir, please,” she cuts in, gasping from a fresh jolt of pain. “I believe you, okay?”

  “Don’t interrupt me,” I say, giving her ass a sharp smack.

  She squeals, shaking her bottom. I stick with her, keeping the plug in place. After another slap to the other cheek, I drive the toy in a little further, letting it slide the rest of the way. Sabine groans as the toy stops at its base.

  “See, I told you it would go in.”

  “Yes, sir,” she mumbles, reaching back to feel the toy. Her breath catches, and her nanites report an elevated heart rate, pupil dilation, and neurochemical signatures consistent with human arousal. Is she realizing that no matter what she does, she’s going to feel its presence? When she walks, if she bends down, when she sits… there’s no escaping the fullness in her bottom until I allow her a reprieve. “But did you have to rip my new dress?”

  I laugh, activating the nanites in the garment. She nearly jumps out of her skin when she feels the fabric mending itself until the tear is fixed completely, as if it never happened.

  “There,” I say, clutching her ass through her clothes. “Now no one will know but me and you.”

  “Thank you for fixing it, sir,” she says, defeated.

  I kiss her forehead and brush her hair back. “You’re welcome.”

  * * *

  We take a lift down to the landing platform and make for my shuttle; I watch Sabine’s face every step of the way, as she experiences the alluring discomfort of walking while plugged. Every wince and gasp makes me want to hike up her gown and plow her, but I keep my cool, chuckling from time to time at the adorable noises she makes.

  The shuttle flies us south to Washington, DC. We cover a few hundred miles in mere minutes, streaking through the sky, high above the clouds. When we descend past the National Mall and the Washington Monument, Sabine’s eyes widen in immediate recognition—especially when we land in front of the White House.

  “Holy shit, there he is!” she says, pointing out the window at Kent Weatherly, president of the United States, who’s waiting for us among a crowd of guards and leaders.

  “I told you today would be historic,” I say, grinning.

  When we get out, I hold Sabine’s hand tightly, keeping her close as an honor guard follows in our stead. Approaching those gathered to welcome us, I put on a big smile and greet the man considered to be Earth’s top leader. “President Weatherly, it’s a pleasure,” I say, shaking the man’s hand with a firm grip.

  “I’m honored to meet you, Executive Consul,” he replies. “Thank you for coming.”

  Weatherly speaks in a deep voice with smooth elocution. His smile is warm and welcoming, and he looks healthy and fit for a man in his sixties. He’s handsome, with classically masculine features—a strong jaw covered by a peppery beard; short, dark hair; and sharp brown eyes. Yet, my sensors pick up his rapid heartbeat and the sweat moistening his armpits—though he hides it well, he’s nervous.

  “And Ms. Marchessault,” he adds, turning to Sabine as we head inside the presidential residence. “It’s good to see you again. You’re doing well?”

  “I’m fine,” she says. “Thank you, Mr. President.”

  Good girl, I tell her through our nanites. She smiles back at me and nods.

  Perhaps Weatherly is nervous, or showing off for me—maybe he just genuinely likes his history, because he tells us all about the White House, as if we’re on a tour of the West Wing. I could just tell him to cut it out so we can hold our meeting, but considering what’s about to happen, I’m willing to let him tell his stories until we reach the Oval Office.

  Welcoming us all in, Weatherly points to a pair of facing couches, across from which are an array of video cameras. Working quickly, I instruct my nanites to hack the devices—for what comes next, I need to be sure the news feed will be broadcast to the whole world, and that it will not be cut off. In seconds, my nanites have taken control.

  “Please, have a seat,” says Weatherly.

  I wait for Sabine to go first, in part for the sake of etiquette, but mostly because I’m eager to see her expression as she tries to sit comfortably on the plug. She grimaces as she settles down, suppressing a gasp by passing it off as a cough. I smile, taking my place next to her.

  Good cover, pet.

  She nods subtly, masking any irritation she might be—and probably is—feeling right now.

  When the cameras turn on for real and the broadcast begins, Weatherly breaks into the widest smile
I’ve ever seen on a politician before.

  “Ladies and gentlemen, citizens of the world. I thank you for joining us,” he begins. “The Dominars have requested a joint address, so we have gathered in the spirit of cooperation. Sitting with me are Executive Consul Tamrys and his associate, Sabine Marchessault, who we’re all familiar with already. Welcome to you both.”

  “Thank you,” I say as Sabine smiles. “We’re glad you were willing to sit with us for this occasion.”

  Weatherly motions to the cameras. “Of course. There are a lot of people out there watching, wondering what the Dominars plan to do next. I personally believe that the statements made by Commander Vol were true, and that you intend to aid humanity as we move into the next era of our existence. You have my pledge that as long as the Dominars are here to guide us toward peace and prosperity, I will do everything in my power to help.”

  I hold a hand to my chest and bow slightly to Weatherly. He seems honest and devoted to public service, which makes me feel slightly bad about what comes next.

  “Thank you, Mr. President. I appreciate that you want to help, and I’m sure that you will find ways to continue to be of service to humanity. I expect you heard about the dissolution of the United Nations that I recently enacted. Today I am here to announce that the Office of the President is similarly no longer an active entity in Earth’s power structure.”

  As I speak, a hologram appears beside me. “This is Consul Forta, who will serve as my direct subordinate here in North America. He will be responsible for overseeing all governing bodies, both Dominar and human, in this region.”

  Not known for having a gregarious personality, Forta nods, but says nothing.

  Weatherly’s face falls and he slumps back a little in his seat. “What about the rest of the world? Will they be getting their own consuls?”

  “Yes,” I say. “In the near future, heads of state everywhere will also be asked to step down peaceably, as Dominar consuls take over in their stead. For now, though, I ask that you depart the premises immediately. Doing so will signal your acquiescence to this edict, and that the Dominars’ power will not be challenged.”

  For all his poise and professionalism, Weatherly can’t hide the rush of emotions tearing through him. Though I may be the only one who can tell his pulse has quickened, everyone else can see him squirming in his seat, wrestling with the decision.

  I steal a glance over to Sabine, who looks on with her lips pressed together in grim resignation.

  At last, Weatherly turns to the camera operator and shakes his head. When nothing happens, he says, “Shut it off.”

  “I’m trying, but… we’re still live,” the cameraman replies, pressing buttons in confusion.

  “Mr. Weatherly, I’ve ensured the world will continue to watch this broadcast. It deserves to see everything that happens here today, for better or worse. I encourage you to keep this in mind and make your decision accordingly.”

  The man raises his hands in the air, starting to lose his composure. “And if I don’t?”

  “You will be escorted out,” I reply, trying not to sound too belligerent or hostile. “This is happening, with or without your resignation.”

  Leveling his gaze at me, Weatherly stands up. “Then have your people escort me out. You may see yourself as Earth’s saviors, but to us you’ll always be conquerors.”

  I nod. “So be it. Kent Weatherly, you are hereby relieved of your authority and the Office of the President is dissolved. Guards, see him out.” Turning to the camera, I add, “The Dominars are in charge now; I suggest you all get used to the idea.”

  Chapter Seven

  Sabine

  Tamrys wasn’t kidding about this being a historic day. Holy crap! Weatherly’s forced departure is so stunning, I completely forget about the plug stuck up my ass for a few minutes. When we arrived, I expected Tamrys to introduce the new consul, but I never imagined I’d see the president get fired. It makes sense though: the exact same thing happened to me. Weatherly should have been prepared for this.

  Realizing I’ve started to grin, I reset my face to a mask of concerned focus. However, I am actually kind of happy about this turn of events. Weatherly’s a career politician, the product of a family steeped in politics for generations. Due to this, I’ve known him and his various brothers and uncles for years. Though I’ve always believed he wanted the best for his country, he’s always been an underhanded snake in the grass. Being president was his lifelong goal, and he accomplished it by ruining countless others. I’d be more worried about the consequences of his unceremonious departure if he didn’t deserve it.

  “I saw that,” says Tamrys, turning back to me. “I take it you approve, Sabine?”

  “Kent cared for his country, but he cared about his career more.” Shrugging, I add, “No big loss.”

  Tamrys nods. “Interesting. I’d have thought you’d be more sympathetic, considering you recently went through the same thing.”

  “Did I mention he once made a pass at me before his State of the Union speech?”

  “Really?” Tamrys says, sneering. “Our records say he’s been married for most of his adult life.”

  “And your records are accurate,” I snort.

  He shakes his head. “If I’d known, I might not have given him the option about how he left. I’d have thrown him out the window myself.”

  I giggle, imagining the scene. “I’d have enjoyed seeing that… though the optics would have been a bit severe.”

  He smiles, patting my thigh. “Good point. I wasn’t sure how you’d feel after today, but since you aren’t especially upset, how about we celebrate this historic occasion?”

  I shift in my seat, reminded of the constant intrusion in my rear. Though I have, admittedly, gotten used to its considerable size—at least in my opinion—it’s still a constant source of irritation. Not only is it impossible to ignore, the frustration it’s caused has left my pussy sopping. If I had to guess, Tamrys is aware of my state, and his ‘celebration’ is either going to exacerbate my distress, or relieve it—probably in that order, in fact. Though, considering how it would end…

  Biting my lip, I nod. Guilt swells up in my chest immediately. I’m supposed to be spying on the Dominars, not rushing to screw them. I can tell myself it’s for the good of humanity, that it’s putting me in a position to gather more information on the aliens, but I know it’s just an excuse. For some reason, my body is craving to find out how that cock of his would feel inside me. God help me, even the plug in my ass, as much of a pain as it’s been, has made me wet.

  “Is that a yes, pet?” Tamrys asks, lifting my chin with his finger.

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Good.” Smiling, he gets up and turns to his colleague. “Forta, I’ll leave you to it. Speak with the media, introduce yourself. Be honest and specific about our plans. The country is bound to be feeling a bit adrift, with their leadership being cast aside. It’s still too early for them to know with any certainty what the future holds. Convince them that this will be a change for the best, that the promises we’ve made start to become real through you.”

  “Yes, sir,” the red-skinned alien grunts, then his hologram flickers out.

  When Tamrys turns back to me, I realize that I’d been staring. “That was nice, what you said.”

  “Thank you, pet,” he replies, kissing my cheek. “Coming from you, that means a lot.”

  “I meant it. You could have been a lot harsher in your dismissal of Weatherly. It was kind of you to give him a chance to leave with dignity. That’s not really what I would expect from conquering aliens. I think it was important for people to see…”

  Tamrys grins. “What?”

  I sigh. “That you’re not so bad.”

  “Aww, thank you,” he says.

  I roll my eyes. “At least, in public. If they knew what you did to me yesterday…”

  Licking his lips, he reaches a hand underneath me and jostles the base of the plug through my dress. �
�They might be concerned. But if they knew how hard I made you come afterward, they’d line up to be next.”

  “Oh, you think?” I scoff, squirming as he pulls on the plug and lets it go. My hole is sore from being stretched for so long, and the arcs of pain make me groan, undercutting my retort.

  “If you think you came in spite of everything I did to you yesterday, you’ve got a lot to learn about yourself, Ms. Marchessault.”

  Tamrys lets me go and strides over to the former president’s desk. He raises his arm and sweeps the entire desk clear of papers, pens, and decor. Then he lifts me up onto the desk, spreading my legs as much as the dress will allow.

  “Holy shit,” I mutter, turning back and forth. “This is the Oval Office! You can’t just—”

  “Sure I can,” Tamrys says, planting his lips on mine.

  His kiss is sudden and hard, but my shock gives way quickly, leaving me melting as I inhale his salty taste and sporty cologne.

  This is so wrong, I find myself thinking for what feels like the hundredth time since I met Tamrys. It’s not just that I’m kissing the alien who has taken me prisoner, ended my career, and effectively installed himself as king of the world. It’s also not that we’re making out in one of the most historically significant rooms in the world, right after kicking out the previous occupant. I haven’t even processed the fact that I was present for such a world-changing event with a plug up my ass with no one else the wiser. What makes this all so wrong is that I’m enjoying it.

  It’s also a bit strange that Tamrys has seen me naked, spanked my ass raw, and fingered me to a massive orgasm, all without us kissing first. Is it normal for Dominars to lovingly kiss their pets? Does he see me as more than just a sex slave and a tool for improving his control of Earth? Is it possible he actually really cares about me?

  If he did, would that be so terrible?

  I moan as his tongue presses into my mouth. He holds my head against his and I wrap my arms behind his back, feeling his hard body against mine.