The Overlord’s Pet – Alien Mate Index Read Online Evangeline Anderson

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Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 149470 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 598(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
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Just at that moment, Sir said,

“Spread your legs, little one—I must wash you everywhere.”

“What? No!” I protested weakly, trying to close them. I was standing in the tub up to my waist in the light blue not-water liquid, but I was still afraid he would be able to tell how wet I was getting. If he realized he was somehow arousing me—(was that what was happening? it certainly felt like it)—then who knew what he might do?

Sir sighed, sounding mildly exasperated.

“Now little one, you know I must get you clean. I’ve explained it as clearly as I can to you.”

“And I’ve explained I don’t like letting a strange man handle my naked body!” I blurted out. “You don’t even know my name! Which is Elli, by the way,” I added resentfully.

I didn’t like the fact that he seemed to be able to turn me on without even trying. I’d been with human men who had spent hours—(well, almost an hour once, in Don’s case)—trying to get a sexual reaction out of me. None of them had been able to even get me warmed up, let alone hot. But now my new alien Master was washing me the same brisk way I would wash a pet back home and he was making me feel all kinds of strange new things—things I had never felt before and had only read about in books and watched in the movies!

“I don’t need to know your Earth name,” he remarked, breaking into my chaotic train of thought. “That is behind you—part of your past. You are mine now and I will name you accordingly. Although…” He paused, looking thoughtful. “I think I may have already named you, little one.” He nodded, one corner of his thin but sensuous mouth rising in a little half-smile. “Yes, ‘little one’ suits you nicely. You’re so small and delicate.”

I snorted.

“I may be on the short side but I have never been considered ‘delicate.’ I’m what they called ‘plus-sized’ or ‘curvy’ back on my planet. You have to be a lot thinner than me to be called ‘delicate.’”

“Yes, I saw the thin, slender females when I was searching for just the right pet,” Sir remarked.

“Then why didn’t you pick one of them?” I demanded. “You could have picked an Instagram influencer or a supermodel! Why them and not me?”

“I didn’t wish a sickly, skinny pet,” he said, frowning. “I needed one that was hardy enough to withstand interstellar travel. Besides, as I said before, I like your curves.” He smiled at me. “They’re most fetching. Now spread your legs and let me wash you.”

“No!” I exclaimed, clamping my thighs closed even tighter. “You can’t claim you don’t want me for a…a ‘Sex Pet’ and then say something like that, and then expect me to let you touch me between my legs!”

“I’m not ‘touching’ you in a sexual way—I’m washing you, little one.” He began to look exasperated. “Now are you going to let me finish giving you your bath or do you want a punishment?”

My stomach did a little flip-flop.

“What—are you going to swat my behind with a rolled up newspaper or magazine?” I demanded, lifting my chin defiantly.

He frowned.

“I don’t believe in corporal punishment as a general rule—though in your case I might make an exception. However, I think the best thing would be to confine you to your crate for an ahrn.” He raised his eyebrows at me. “Is that what you want?”

I bit my lip. No, I didn’t want to go back into the claustrophobic crate. It reminded me too much of a coffin.

“No,” I mumbled at last. “No, I…I don’t want that.”

“All right then—spread your legs and let me finish,” he rumbled in a low, commanding voice that seemed to shake me to my bones.

Feeling defeated, I lowered my eyes and looked down as I spread my legs. It wasn’t so much that I didn’t want him to touch me—although I didn’t, I told myself fiercely, I really didn’t. It was the fact that I was afraid he would be able to tell he had turned me on when he was washing my breasts and stroking my body earlier. That would be humiliating in the extreme—as if this whole situation wasn’t already humiliating enough!

“I understand these areas are delicate and private,” Sir said, surprising me. “So I want you to know that I’ll be very careful, little one.”

He rinsed his hands in the not-water and then held one under the golden faucet again.

“Extra mild cleansing,” he told it.

This time the liquid that came oozing out of the golden tap was milky white with a pearly sheen to it. Sir rubbed it between his fingers and thumb and then reached between my legs.

I bit my lip—hard—as I felt his big fingers rubbing over the top of my mound.



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