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We’re going to need a safe word and clear boundaries.
His reply was quick.
Explain?
How to explain to my alien husband that my idea of getting it on was way more vanilla than his apparently, and that if I was going to be down to explore this kink with him, we were going to have to follow some rules. I took a moment to look over my message before sending it.
I have to know that you’ll stop if I say the safe word, which will be “Earth”. I say that word and everything has to stop immediately.
His reply took a long time but it was short.
No.
I frowned at the word and typed in my reply.
What do you mean, no?
His reply filled me with a strange mixture of excitement and unease.
You can’t have any control in this. If you are concerned, call the Norratar doctor about her recommendation. I’ve already sent a full plan of what I’m going to do to you to her and she has approved it and confirmed it will not cause you harm.
My eyes widened.
He consulted the doctor on a kink plan? Why would…
My brain suddenly clicked the pieces into place, and I swiped away from our conversation to find the recommendation sent by the doctor. I read through it as fast as I could. All I could hear was the sound of my own breath as I focused on what I was reading, putting it together with what my husband had been doing and what he had just texted me.
The treatment the doctor had prescribed worked best if my body was experiencing high levels of adrenaline and cortisol, ideally if I were afraid for my life. My understanding of what he had been writing to me shifted away from bad kink planning to caring devotion.
My monstrous husband was going to scare the chemical Blamex scars out of my brain with the aid of alien magic medicine. He had been avoiding me to work hard, all for me. He was working for me, not rejecting me.
He was taking care of me.
I swiped my way back to the message thread.
A sudden, absolutely wicked thought raced through my head and I typed it out and sent it before my more sensible side of my personality could take over.
What would scare me the most is having you mate with me while I’m terrified for my life.
There was no reply for several minutes.
You are frightened to mate with me?
I shouldn’t do this, but I was going to. A thrill raced through me as I stared at the words I typed onto the chat.
Nothing would scare me more.
I dropped my arm down and walked back into the huge empty common room. He was there, on the outside of the transparent walls, close to them, his arm lifted up with his holographic screen floating in the air. I watched him as he typed something, then deleted it, then typed something again.
He didn’t react to me standing in front of him, just like he didn’t react any of the other times except for the last one where I flirted with the idea of touching myself intimately while wearing a bikini. I’d lost my nerve when he rushed away.
Finally he tapped on his screen and looked up at the stars for a long moment.
I lifted my arm to see his reply.
I can’t.
My reply was short and swift.
