Spirited Away: an Alien Erotic Romance

Skyjacked: Chapter Four -Liberated

LIBERATED

They’d made a u-turn at Pluto and were now speeding past Mars. Shanti had seen the planets lined up in a row in pictures, but the illustrations did not do them justice from what she saw up close and personal. The colors of each planet were like none found on Earth. Pluto wasn’t gray, it looked like steel. The azure sight of Neptune made shiver run down her spine. But then she realized that wasn’t the sight of the planet. It was something else.

Shanti shifted in her seat. But as she sat fully in the seat she felt a throb from her core all the way up her backside. The throb was not one of pain or discomfort. It was an awareness, a reminder of what she’d been doing a few hours ago.

A deep chuckle sounded behind her.

Shanti ignored Hsing’s laughter, which was easier than ignoring the affect he had on her. Since when in the hell had she become so hard up that she just let a dude manhandle her like that?

Well, he hadn’t exactly manhandled her. Her body had been open to everything he’d done to her. Even now, when she should feel used and abused at the pounding he’d given not one but two of her openings, both ends of her craved more. She just didn’t want to crave more.

Her fingers gripped the edge of the seat. Her thighs pressed together as she squirmed on the seat’s cushion. She stared defiantly ahead, not giving Hsing the satisfaction of acknowledging him or his amusement at her mental and physical state of disconnection.

Shanti took a deep breath and reached clarity. She could admit to herself that she was attracted to Hsing. Obviously there was something inside her that wanted to, even enjoyed, bending to his will. For someone who’d spent her life moving around in a state of flux as a child of nomad parents, someone who had trouble making connections and finding her clique as a teen, someone who had only herself to rely on as an adult, there was something about having another person take the lead from her -if only for a moment.

Unbidden, a clear vision of their first sexual encounter came to mind. After the first time he’d taken her, Hsing had looked down at her, his face open, vulnerable. For just a moment, that impenetrable scowling wall had been down and she’d seen into him. She thought she’d seen a man with a heavy burden on his shoulders who just wanted to protect everyone in his care. A man who gave of himself to everyone, but didn’t give any time or care to himself. Laying above her then, when he realized what she saw, he’d shut himself down and shut her out.

When her eyes connected with Hsing’s in the present moment, Shanti saw him frowning. His eyes narrowed as they looked at her, his lips turned up in that cruel scowl. They stayed like that for long moments, staring each other down, waiting to see who would blink first.

Shanti couldn’t blink. She couldn’t blink because everything was so clear to her in that moment. The moment of clarity settled on her shoulders and she saw the man before her in a new light. Both she and Hsing liked to be in control.

For Shanti it was a preference, an idea she’d been introduced to by the people in her life. Her parents had raised her to be independent by their words and their deeds. Her parents were filled with love, but they didn’t provide the most stable home life for a kid. There were a lot of lessons Shanti had to learn early.  But her parents had also showed her how a partnership worked. And the feminist she’s learned from also taught her the power of working as a collective. Though Shanti was the first to point her index finger at herself as a Type A personality, she also believed in the power of the fist and letting the other four fingers join the first.

For Hsing, control appeared to be a necessity, the means to survival. He lived in a collective group of beings just like him, but he wouldn’t let any of them shoulder any of his responsibilities.