Byron watched Chetaara with the realization that he had a woman who would do whatever he wanted in bed, and hadn't taken advantage of it. He had always had fantasies of a submissive woman and now he had one. All sorts of ideas flooded through his mind, and one stood out above all.

He reached up to stroke her head again before saying, "Get down on the floor. On your knees."

"Yes, Master," she whispered as she crawled off the bed.

She took her place on the floor, kneeling at his feet while looking up at him with her large green eyes. Her breasts heaved as she breathed deeper. Seeing her on her knees, naked, made his cock tingle.

He rose up to stand in front of her. His throbbing flesh bobbed in her face, but she kept her eyes on him. He knew she wouldn't move unless he told her to, and he loved it. It gave him an overwhelming sense of power that excited him more than he expected.

"Suck my dick," Byron said.

Inside, he cringed, expecting her to get mad and slap him.

Instead, her smile grew. "Yes, Master."

She opened her mouth and guided his hardened flesh between her plump lips. He bit his lip as he felt her expert tongue slither along his cock. Her warm, wet mouth surrounded his shaft as she moved her head back and forth.

As she looked up at him with her almond-shaped eyes, her submission made it even more exciting. He felt powerful standing over her, even if her sucking made his knees buckle.

"Oh yeah," he groaned. "That feels so good."

He reached down to take her head in his hands. He moved his hips to thrust into her and she devoured him each time. He felt the rush of pleasure and excitement, not just from her touch but from her submission to him.

When he felt like his cock couldn't get any harder, he drew it out of Chetaara's mouth and pointed to the bed. "Get on your hands and knees."

"Yes, Master," she moaned.

She obeyed, climbing onto the bed and positioning herself on all fours with her back arched and ass up in the air.

He took a moment to admire the curves of her body, leading to the twin globes of her cheeks. His cock swelled at the sight of those perfect spheres, and the beautiful stripes running over them. Her tail flicked the air, as if beckoning him closer.

He wanted to feel her ass and see it shake. He'd always fantasized about spanking a girl but none of his girlfriends had been anywhere near into that.

As if reading his mind, she locked eyes with him over her shoulder. "Do it, Master. Punish me."

He brought his hand down hard on one of her ass cheeks.

The loud smack came with a squeal from Chetaara, and a rippling of ass flesh that made his heart beat faster.

Her clawed fingers dug into the bed as she groaned, "Thank you, Master. May I have another?"

He gave her another spank, and her butt rippled again, making his cock so hard it felt like it would burst.

He paused to run his hand over the reddening flesh, and her tail curled around his wrist to draw it back in.

"Thank you, Master," she sighed. "Your every wish is my command."

He spanked her again and again, and she cried out in pain and pleasure.

"Please, Master," she yelled. "Take me now!"

He couldn't wait any longer. The wet and reddening slit between her thighs invited him. He had to be inside her.

He came up behind her, rested his hands on her hips and slowly guided his rigid cock into her. She was so wet that he plunged deep on a single thrust.

He continued to thrust into her as she cried out with each impact.

Even more than the physical pleasure, he felt almost dizzy with excitement. All his life, he been groveling for sex from women who just have him crumbs of sexual favors. Boring positions, a level of enthusiasm and a refusal to do anything even slightly beyond the usual vanilla sex. More than anything, they gave him the feeling that they were doing him a favor for having sex with him at all.

Now he was in a virtual world where he was the one desired, and where the women were eager to do whatever he wanted. He felt flush with power, and that made him harder than ever.

His hands clung to her tighter as her skin grew slick with sweat dripping from his body.

It didn't take long before he felt his body going rigid, losing the rhythm. His balls tightened as his climax approached.

"I beg you, Master," she cried. "Please, give me your seed!"

His knees buckled as he came, and her arms dropped, leaving her face screaming into the mattress as she peaked with him.

As the climax eased, he hunched over her, and gasped for breath. Only now, as his cock began to soften, did he realize how incredibly sore the night's antics had left him. He groaned as he slipped out of her and slumped onto the bed next to her.

She sighed and smiled down at him while running her fingers through his matted hair. "That was wonderful, Master. But I sense you wanted more. You don't have to be gentle with me."

He just smiled, barely finding his voice again. "Okay."

A knock came to the bedroom door, along with a familiar voice. "Hey, get a room, you two! Oh, you already did."

He rolled his eyes. "Can I help you with something, Scarlett?"

He could hear his robot laughing as she said, "Nah, I'm just messin' with ya. Although just remember that after fucking Xana and Chetaara, it's my turn in the rotation. We also got some shit going down out here."

Byron closed his eyes and sighed.

Chetaara kissed him and let her hand slip off his sweaty brow. "We have plenty of time, Master. We shall continue later on. I always want you."

"I want you, too." He sighed, reminding himself there was more to Venus Online than sex, even though he might not always want there to be.

He pulled on his jumpsuit with Chetaara's help. When she zipped the front up to his neck, she gave him one final kiss before turning and heading for the bedroom door.

She wore nothing but her bone necklace.

He reached out to stop her. "Hey, you want me to go get you some clothes or something?"

Her breasts swung as she turned and tilted her head. "Why, Master?"

"Well, you're naked."

The puzzled look came back to her face. "Your taboos about nudity are very curious. Do you not enjoy seeing my body, Master?"

"Well, yeah, sure."

"Then you have no objection, and I have no objection." She spread her hands to take in her curves. "On my world, it is considered a sin to hide the work of the gods under shreds of cloth. I only wear clothing on other worlds for the sake of their standards of modesty or protection. While we're on the ship, I would like to honor our tradition. That is, unless you don't wish me to, Master."

He looked down at the soft curves of her breasts and dark nipples. "Absolutely no problem with your traditions."