by Piper Stone
“What does that mean?”
“That means,” I whispered hoarsely as I lowered my head, “that you deserve a hard spanking.”
Katarina opened her eyes wide, slowly shaking her head. “That’s not... acceptable.” Her tone was dripping with a heavy dose of sensuality. “You can’t do that.”
“Little human, I can do anything I damn well please. I’m in charge.” I cupped her chin, my fingers digging into her skin, my thumb brushing back and forth across her mouth. Every muscle in my body was tense, every cell electrified like a humming wire ready to snap. I’d never hungered for anyone the way I did this crazy, beautiful, wild child of a woman. Growling, I crushed her mouth, forcing her pursed lips apart and thrusting my tongue deep inside.
She moaned, her fist slapping at my chest for a few seconds, yet her body was already succumbing, her back arching.
I was nothing but a savage beast, my desire knowing no bounds. I kissed her relentlessly, savoring the beautiful recesses of her mouth, my tongue dominating hers.
The overwhelming need to punish then fuck her erupted from deep within. The way she wiggled her hips against mine only creating an explosion of searing heat, the firestorm out of control. I drank in her sweet essence, tossing aside all the concept regarding danger or creatures intent on keeping us smack in the middle of some dark and evil game.
When her fingers dug into my shirt, the tips kneading my skin, I was ready to lose all control. My cock throbbed to the point I had to be inside, but she had to learn. She needed to understand the rules. She would obey without hesitation. When I broke the kiss, I breathed a swath of hot air across her face as I stated exactly what was going to happen.
“When you disobey, there are consequences. I’m going to spank you then I’m going to fuck you. And there’s nothing you can say or do that will stop me.” I nipped her bottom lip, further igniting the fire then dragging my lips from her jaw to her neck, biting down on her tender skin.
She whimpered as she undulated her hips, creating another wave of intense friction. “Yes. Sir.”
I pushed away from the wall, gazing down the length of her in a beseechingly slow manner. “Undress.”
“What?”
“You heard me. When I issue a round of punishment, you’re going to be naked.” I took another step back, giving her space and rolling up my sleeves.
She trembled as she walked closer, her eyes never leaving mine, her act of surrender still infused with more than a hint of rebellion. After yanking off her boots, she drew the tank top over her head, tossing the unwanted material, her breath shallow.
I couldn’t take my eyes off her voluptuous body as she finished undressing, the light flush crossing her face one of embarrassment. She covered her breasts even though she held her head high. Everything about this woman was enticing. I moved to the cot, sitting down with purpose and tapping my lap.
She fingered her lips, sliding the tip back and forth before taking tentative steps in my direction.
The moment I pulled her over my lap, my cock was pinched to the point of sheer agony. I could smell her feminine wiles, knew by her hardened nipples that she was as turned on as I was. I rubbed my hand across her rounded bottom, adjusting her once again and caressing her smooth skin.
She parted her legs as if it was a blatant tease and I was able to catch a glance of her pretty pink pussy lips glistening in the light. My throat was parched for the taste of her.
“Just get this over with,” she snipped.
Still defiant.
Still disobedient.
I smacked my palm down on her ass cheeks, moving from one side to the other. She moaned and wiggled, her arm flailing back more than once. “Maintain position or this is going to be much worse.”
Huffing, she allowed her arm to fall, taking a deep breath.
I issued several hard smacks, savoring the heat building up in my hand, the light pink blossoming across her beautiful bottom. My blood pressure increased with every hard slap, her luscious scent wafting into my nostrils.
“Oh. That hurts.”
“Yeah, it should. You fucking worried me. You almost died. You deserve this and you know it.” I heard the rasp in my voice, the hard thudding of my heart echoing into my ears. I’d fallen hard for this girl. A rush of memories flooded my mind once again, a reminder that I had no business caring for anyone. I did everything I could to concentrate on the spanking, peppering her bottom with one hard swat after the other.
“Yes. Sir.” Her voice was resigned, as if the fight had been yanked from her.
I gave her several more, making certain to spank the tops of her thighs. Every part of me was shaking. The entire room seemed to be spinning.
“Are you wet for me, little girl?” I asked as I slid two fingers down her swollen folds, dipping them just inside her sweet pussy.
“Yes.”
I thrust them in deeper, adding a third then fourth finger, my adrenaline pumping. “Do you want my fat cock stuffed inside you?”
“Oh. Oh. Yes. Please.”
Suddenly, she was no longer crying from the pain but from the same desire I felt, gyrating her hips until I was ready to lose my mind.
But I continued.
One.
Two.
Three.
When she was thoroughly disciplined, her bottom a bright crimson, only then did I stop. We were forced together in some devious game, species against species, two lost and broken souls. Now I’d embraced a realization that could no longer be denied.
She was mine for the taking.
Tasting.
Disciplining.
Owning.
Forever.
Chapter Ten
Katarina
Dangerous.
My thoughts weren’t about the horrors surrounding us, the forced imprisonment or the realization that humans had been experimenting on the Zatans. I wasn’t even concentrating on the realization that Earth could be destroyed. My mind wasn’t reeling from the understanding that somehow, some way my father was still alive. And my body wasn’t shaking from the fear that continued to flow throughout every muscle and blood cell.
The reason I was breathless, butterflies floating in my stomach was all about one rugged and sexy alien.
One gladiator.
One knight in shining armor.
And perhaps the most dangerous creature of all.
I’d seen the almost feral look in Xander’s eyes the moment he witnessed the Zatan squeezing my neck. I sensed the murderous intent in his calculating mind, the coldness in his heart. I’d also experienced the horrific sadness that hung around his neck like a noose, ready to drag him straight into hell.
Whatever he’d experienced all those months ago had changed him forever, the man more warrior than human. His need for control brought out every ounce of my defiance, his requirement for full obedience not something the girl I’d been before the madness would have tolerated.
But everything was different.
And every part of me wanted him.
How?
Why?
Our connection was unlike anything either one of us had experienced, as if fate had brought us together.
Or worse.
I was a damn scientist. I was well aware that various chemicals could have been used, even forcing us together. I couldn’t stomach the thought or that of the nightmares we would continue to face. One truth I could no longer deny. Nothing was as it seemed.
Shuddering, I slid to the floor, my breath stolen from the harsh punishment as well as his admittance of just how much he cared. Perhaps we simply needed to latch onto each other, danger breeding excitement. Whatever was occurring between us was powerful, electric in every way. I couldn’t get enough of him.
Yet I’d never forgive my body for betraying me.
Swallowing hard, I said a silent prayer, one I used to say as I knelt by my bed, my mother keeping watch over me. I would never forget that way she stroked my hair, her long fingers getting tan
gled in the strands. I’d almost forgotten about the beautiful memory and had difficulty seeing her face any longer in my mind. Maybe I’d simply wanted to forget a life of happiness.
God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, courage to change the things I can.
The words seemed almost blasphemous in my mind, worthless. There was nothing we could do. The despair was overwhelming, but I refused to accept defeat. I could only hope for additional resolve.
His ragged breathing dragged me out of my haunted moment. I blinked several times, shoving away the tears that threatened to fall. I would not succumb to the madness.
I struggled to remove his boots, my fingers fumbling with the laces, as if I’d never been with a man before. His heavy breathing continued, the sound floating into my ears, my heart racing. With the task completed, I slid my hands up the insides of his legs, brushing them across his crotch, savoring the feel of his rock-hard cock.
“Don’t tease me, Katarina,” he growled, fisting my hair and forcing me to look into his eyes. They were blackened pools of lust and need, a beast ready to ravage his prey. His actions only further ignited the fire, the wetness between my legs growing.
As I unfastened his pants, I continued stroking, enjoying his guttural sounds. I peeled away the material, freeing his beautiful thick cock, lowering my head and blowing across the tip.
“Damn, sweet human.” Xander tangled his fingers in my hair as I lowered my head, dragging my tongue back and forth lazily.
The taste of him was sweet, enough so I couldn’t resist placing his cockhead into my mouth, using my strong jaw muscles to suck.
Huffing, he let go of me, yanking his shirt over his head. “You’re going to suck me. Every inch.”
“Mmmm...” I purred as I licked down the underside of his cock while sliding my hand under his swollen balls. The moment I rolled them in my fingers, squeezing, he let out a gruff roar.
“Fuck. That feels so good.”
Encouraged, I nestled my head between his legs, drinking in his musky scent. I wanted nothing more than to have him in my mouth, licking every drop of seed from his throbbing shaft. I swirled my tongue around his testicles, taking one into my mouth, closing my eyes as I sucked. There wasn’t an inch of my body not covered in goosebumps, the excitement building to a frenzied state. I wrapped my hand around his shaft, twisting and turning until he cried out from the friction.
“Jesus!”
I stroked up and down as I licked and sucked on his other ball, finally sliding my tongue along the side of his shaft. I darted my gaze in his direction when I took the tip back into my mouth, moving up and down in slow and even actions.
He leaned back, smacking his hands against the blanket and jutting his hips.
As I sucked, I struggled to remove his pants, desperately longing to be closer. He spread his legs wide after I tossed them away, his actions demanding, his hunger skittering off the charts.
“That’s it, suck me.” His voice was stern, commanding.
And thrilling.
I relaxed my throat, taking him an inch at a time, my hand continuing to pump in an almost brutal manner. When the tip hit the back of my throat, he pushed down on my head, forcing me to take even more, the trickle of pre-cum my reward.
For being such a good little girl.
He fisted my hair once again, taking back control, fucking my mouth in hard thrusts. I clung to him, brushing my fingers up and down his muscular thighs, marveling in his incredible build. No man should be chiseled out of stone, carved as if by the very gods. Every growl he made, every ragged breath he took aroused me even more.
My nipples ached, longing to be plucked.
My pussy clenched and released, craving to be fucked.
My asshole puckered, hungering to be assaulted.
I was a mess, every cell and muscle on fire, nerve endings seared as he face-fucked me. Stars floated in front of my eyes, my jaws stretched wide open. He was like a wild animal, completely without losing control, crazed with a primal need.
Then he pushed me back, breaking the electric connection, his chest rising and falling, the same dark stare penetrating.
“Not like this. Not this time. But trust me, you will suck me time after time, until I fill you with cum, cover your body in cream. Because you. Belong. To. Me.” His words were but sent a shiver all the way down my spine. The grin on his face was nothing short of evil as he crooked his finger, beckoning. “Come here and ride my face, little human.”
As he laid back on the bed, resting his arms behind his head, he narrowed his eyes.
So commanding.
So possessive.
My breaths remained shallow as I crawled onto the bed, straddling his waist and allowing my fingers to crawl up the length of his chest. I couldn’t stop trembling, my own desire unbridled, every thought and emotion jumbled. Mewing, I rubbed my slickened pussy over his belly as I caressed his shoulders.
He gave me a lazy look, his mouth twisting as he issued several guttural growls. “Such a naughty vixen. You think you have any control?”
“Uh-huh.” I continued my efforts to drive him to madness, undulating my hips then lowering down until I was able to brush my hardened nipples across his skin.
He took several deep breaths, his eyes shimmering from lust. His actions were quick, his dominance not to be denied. He snapped his hands around my hips, yanking me up until my pussy was mere inches away from his face. “Not a chance.”
The moment he tugged me down, sliding his tongue deep inside, I threw back my head with a scattered scream. The sensations were incredible, my skin on fire. I slowly dropped my head as his tongue worked magic, licking up and down, the tip swirling around my clit. I clamped my legs against his head, trying desperately to stay upright.
He moved his head from side to side, working his mouth over every inch of me. The sound of sucking was a powerful aphrodisiac, creating echoes in my ears. Every ounce of tension slipped from my body, floating away as the sensations shot straight to utter bliss.
I could no longer see anything but flashes of the most beautiful light. Unable to stop myself, I began to rock his face, shifting up and down provocatively. I was a wild child in need, tossing my head like a crazed animal.
Xander eased one hand to my stomach, sliding his fingers up until he cupped my breast, fingering my hardened bud. When he twisted my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, I couldn’t stop the moans from erupting. I wanted to feel the pain, the beautiful slice of agony that floated into true ecstasy.
For the next several minutes, there was no past and no fears, no concept of the future. There was just the here and now, extreme pleasure in the most savage manner.
When the climax rolled up from my toes, sliding along the insides of my legs then erupting, I threw my head back in a silent scream. My entire body shook uncontrollably, the orgasm so intense, one shifting into another. Still he held me, refusing to let me go, his growls mixing with my whimpers as he feasted.
“Oh, God. Oh...” I was forced to take gulping breaths, my heart thudding rapidly. I slumped over, laughing like a crazy girl, still tingling all over.
He merely moved to a sitting position, my body sliding down as he crawled over me. He planted his hands on either side of me, lowering his body and head until his lips were mere centimeters away. “You taste like sweet ambrosia.”
The drag of his tongue across my lips was gentle. The way he captured my mouth sensual. The thrust of his tongue past my lips desperate. The taste of my pussy sinful.
Our tongues entwined as he kicked my legs apart, slowly sliding his cock between them. I eased my hand down, guiding the tip past my swollen folds. As he slipped his shaft inside, going inch by inch, I felt his body tense.
He broke the kiss, yet his lips remained only inches away, his long hair skimming my cheeks. This wasn’t the man from before, the one who’d taken me like a wild animal. This was a side I’d yet to see, soft and sensuous, taking his time to experi
ence every second.
I wrapped my legs around his hips, locking my feet together as he shifted his hips forward, grinding against me then pulling almost all the way out. He leaned back further, a smile curling on his lips as he teased me relentlessly. He brought me close to another earth-shattering orgasm then eased back until just the tip was nestled inside. After repeating the move several times, I used my legs to power him down, keeping him buried inside.
His dark chuckle was as before, tinged with the devil.
When he reached back with one hand, digging his fingertips into my bruised and sore bottom, I clenched my pussy muscles in retaliation, laughing softly from his heated expression.
“Hmmm... Nice try.” He tugged my legs apart with ease, placing one then the other over his shoulders, trusting hard and fast.
“Oh, oh, oh!” The shift in the angle pressed his cockhead across my G-spot, instantly sweeping another round of electricity throughout while another orgasm shattered my last resolve. My scream was sharp, high pitched, cut off as he captured my mouth once again. I was nothing but a ragdoll as he plunged savagely, the beast coming out to play.
His breathing ragged, he pushed up from the bed, beads of perspiration dripping across my chest. He was close to coming and once again, I squeezed, closing my eyes as he erupted deep inside.
* * *
I hadn’t paid any attention to the creaks and groans of the facility until I was lying in his arms. Everything was eerie, far too ominous. I’d never been a child of the darkness, always needing a nightlight as well as a teddy bear. I hadn’t thought about that for years, but on a night like this, I wanted nothing more than to wake up as a child again in a different life. I’d never been eager to face the day. There were no special events or times taken to the zoo. There were no shopping trips or amusement parks. What had I been forced to endure?
Harsh punishment from an aunt who hated me.
Strict rules that wouldn’t allow me to have any real friends, only imaginary ones.
Nightmares plaguing me until I was almost eighteen.
Had my aunt known from day one my father was still alive? What about my mother? Had they concocted a plan all along and if so, why? The handwriting in the journal was definitely my father’s. All the times he’d spent in my room, making certain I could read everything he wrote, able to spell every letter, writing in cursive.
