Claimed by the Commander

by Sassa Daniels

  “What is this place?” she asked.

  “This, sweetheart, is a training room for naughty wives,” Andrew said in a placid tone that made Caroline wary about his intentions. “You didn’t seriously think I’d forget about your punishment, did you?”

  Caroline looked up at him and saw the lust burning in his eyes. It ignited a fire at her own core and she squeezed her legs together as her pussy clenched tightly. As Andrew opened the door she gasped in a mixture of horror and delight. Boy, was she in trouble now.

  Chapter Eleven

  Caroline stood in the cubicle and pulled her dress off over her head. She placed it on the hanger provided and hooked it onto the back of the door. She stripped off her white lace panties as Andrew had instructed her to come to him completely naked, and left them on the floor, along with her shoes. Standing behind the curtain in the changing area, she took several deep breaths, steeling herself to walk out there and take the punishment she now accepted without question she’d earned.

  Being in the training room rather than the intimate setting of their bedroom was a little intimidating, especially since she could hear moans coming from the two other women who were being punished by their husbands out there. Fortunately, Andrew had assured her that he would take her into one of the private rooms for tonight. He’d warned her, though, that in the future, she might find herself being disciplined alongside other naughty wives. The thought of that was daunting but it also made her skin prickle in a way that told her she was not entirely opposed to the idea. She shook her head in amazement at how far she’d come in such a short space of time.

  As she pulled the curtain back and stepped out into the room, Andrew was waiting for her. He’d adopted the dominant stance with his legs spread apart and his arms folded over his chest that made Caroline’s stomach turn cartwheels. There was a stern expression on his face but it was softened somewhat by the appreciative gleam in his eyes. The very sight of him made Caroline’s pulse race.

  “Crawl to me,” he instructed her.

  Immediately, Caroline dropped to her knees and made her way slowly to him on all fours, moving as deliberately as a cat stalking its prey, although she was well aware that she was not the hunter here. Hips swaying and breasts swinging beneath her as she crossed the room, she focused on Andrew, feeling a little strange as she passed a Taar-Breckian male flogging his mate who was tethered to a wooden cross, and the woman who appeared to have been strapped onto some sort of machine that was fucking her pussy as her husband lightly whipped her breasts with a flogger. At one time, she might have found it humiliating to be made to crawl to a man in front of other people, but now Caroline held her head high, proud that she was demonstrating her obedience to the husband who ruled her body and her heart.

  When she reached Andrew, he told her to follow him and she continued to crawl behind him as he walked toward a small, private room. Once inside he stopped and turned to Caroline to help her to her feet. She saw a solid-looking bench with a padded top at the center of the room. As she looked closer, she noticed there were cuffs attached to the legs and a small protrusion on the surface of the bench, which she guessed would provide some sort of stimulation to her clitoris.

  “Up you go,” Andrew said as he lifted her to straddle the narrow bench. Unable to reach the floor with her toes, she felt a spike of anxiety as she worried she might fall. Andrew helped steady her as he pushed her down gently so she was lying on the bench, with her head resting on the cool leather surface, her arms and legs hanging down on either side. Pulling back her hips, he adjusted her position until the tiny nub that protruded from the top of the bench was positioned against her clitoris. He fastened thick leather cuffs around her wrists and ankles to hold her in place. “I have to fetch a few things so try not to move while I’m gone.”

  “Yes, Andrew,” Caroline said obediently, knowing by now that he liked to hear spoken responses to his commands.

  Caroline wiggled her arms and legs experimentally but it was no use. There was absolutely no give in her bindings. As she shifted, she was startled to feel a rapid series of pulses against her clitoris and she realized that the diabolical little device on the bench was programmed to respond to her movements.

  Trying to keep her hips still to avoid stimulating herself when she could not move enough to achieve release, Caroline looked out through the open door and studied her surroundings more carefully. The training room was a large, open space with a variety of tables, benches, and wooden frames to which a person might be shackled in any number of positions. Racks on the wall held every conceivable spanking implement and there were a few rather vicious-looking whips that she hoped Andrew would never have to use on her. The possibilities the room offered were tantalizing.

  “Tell me why you’re being punished,” Andrew said as he came back into the room and closed the door behind him, blocking out the moans and screams of ecstasy coming from the other women, something that Caroline was finding oddly arousing.

  She tried to look around as he moved behind her but, tethered in this position, it was impossible to turn her head that far, so she had no idea what he’d brought back with him, a thought that made her both wary and, if she was honest, extremely wet.

  “Because I was rude to Sereena and I disobeyed your instructions and left the apartment after you told me to stay in the corner.”

  “That’s right,” he agreed. “And what happens to naughty little wives who disobey their husbands?”

  “They get spanked.”

  “And what else?”

  Caroline frowned but, as his hand slid underneath her prone body to cup her pussy mound, realization struck her.

  “They get fucked,” she said, blushing slightly as she was, for some unaccountable reason, still timid about using that word.

  “That’s right, sweetheart. They get fucked hard and fast so they don’t forget who’s in control.”

  He pulled his hand away and she stifled a groan, knowing that she would get the reward of a climax only when he felt she deserved it. Walking around to her side, he crouched down and looked into her eyes. He brushed her cheek affectionately and then held up a blindfold and gag for her to see, seeming to wait for her nod of acceptance, which she gave without hesitation. Although she was a little scared of having her ability to see and speak taken from her, she trusted Andrew implicitly and this was her chance to demonstrate that to him.

  She breathed in deeply as he placed the black leather blindfold over her eyes and fastened it at the back of her head. Next, he pressed the ball gag against her lips until she opened wide for him and he secured it in place, filling her mouth and effectively silencing her. Never had she felt so vulnerable and yet so safe at the same time.

  “Good girl,” Andrew praised her. He kissed her cheek with such tenderness she could cry and then moved away. “Someday I’ll cover your ears as well, but not right now. I want you to hear what I’m doing to you.”

  The very suggestion sent a thrill through Caroline’s body. What would it be like to have another of her senses taken away? No sight, no sound, only what she could feel magnified a hundred times. Lost in her thoughts for a moment, she was surprised when she felt something cold between her bottom cheeks and she realized Andrew was spreading lubricant around her anus. She tensed as his finger pushed inside her tight little hole and immediately, the stimulator pulsed against her clit, making her moan deeply as the most sensitive part of her was teased mercilessly. As she forced herself to relax, the pulsing stopped.

  “For this punishment I’m going to plug your sassy little butt,” Andrew told her, as he pressed the tip of a plug against her tight hole. “And I’ve coated it with the extract from a particularly pungent plant I grow on my estates. It can cause quite a sting from what I understand, so you need to try not to clench too tightly.”

  Caroline mumbled her protest around the edges of the gag but she knew her words were unintelligible. He really was going to inflict the most intense experi
ence on her. She would be lucky if she didn’t completely overload with all the different sensations.

  She tried to relax as Andrew carefully worked the plug into her bottom. It was not as big as his cock but it still stretched her wide. Almost immediately she felt the slight sting of the plant extract and she clenched involuntarily, intensifying the tingling sensation and causing the clitoral stimulator to pulse. Her whole body shook and then, with a whimper, she sagged against the bench. The only option to avoid this sensual onslaught was to remain completely still and that seemed impossible even before Andrew started to spank her.

  “It will be ten strokes of the paddle, Caroline,” he told her.

  Caroline mumbled her acknowledgement. Ten strokes with the paddle might not sound like much of a punishment for her transgressions but with the added torments he’d devised, she was sure it was one she wouldn’t forget in a hurry.

  As the paddle fell across her right buttock, Caroline squealed through the ball gag, but she somehow managed not to clench her bottom. With the second stroke, which caught her left buttock, she was not so lucky. The lower part of her body tightened and she rocked forward and immediately felt the sharp tingling inside her bottom while, at the same time, the stimulator pulsed furiously against her clitoris, making her almost painfully aroused. It was too much and yet she knew if she made the effort, she could handle the intensity. Breathing deeply to settle herself, she felt sticky moisture pooling between her legs and perspiration forming on her brow.

  The next two strokes fell quickly and, again, she failed to stay completely still. Her bottom felt as though it was on fire as heat spread across her tender flesh. The muscles around the butt plug clenched and her insides tingled while her engorged clitoris throbbed. Every part of her prickled with sensation. Her pulse raced and she was consumed with the need for the release that would only come from having Andrew buried deep inside her.

  “Such a good girl taking your punishment so well,” Andrew praised.

  Through her gag, she moaned as the paddle fell again and again and she was assailed by different sensations, all competing for her attention. Her bottom ached inside and out but her pussy dripped feminine juices onto the bench and every part of her felt as though it was charged with desire.

  By the time the tenth stroke of the paddle struck she was furiously trying to buck against the bench, despite the stinging in her buttocks from the plug that pressed against her inner walls. She desperately needed to be fucked.

  Andrew quickly unfastened her bindings and removed the gag and blindfold before sliding the plug easily from her well-lubricated bottom. He helped her from the bench and lowered her to the floor. Following her down, he unzipped his pants to free his massive erection and drove inside her. As he fucked her with the intensity she craved, her poor crimson bottom was pressed hard against the floor, causing her pain and pleasure in equal measure.

  “So tight,” he growled, as he lifted her legs over his shoulders, allowing him to penetrate deeper and thrust hard into her drenched pussy. As his cock hit that sweet spot inside her over and over again, she panted out short breaths and thrashed her head from one side to the other, moaning loudly as his fingers slid between their bodies to pinch her over-sensitized clitoris.

  “Andrew!” she yelled. “Oh, please, please…”

  “Come for me, Caroline.”

  There was no way to resist the commanding tone of his voice. Her body arched and she climaxed with a ferocity that made bright spots of light dance before her eyes. Andrew growled and Caroline felt his warm seed spurting inside her as she fell back against the floor, thoroughly spent and with a greater sense of completion than she ever thought possible.

  “Are you still with me, sweetheart?” Andrew asked after a few minutes and she realized her mind had floated off somewhere.

  “Barely,” she replied with a sleepy smile.

  He leaned forward and kissed her soft pink lips. Then he got to his feet, bringing her with him and pulled her up into his arms. He carried her out into the training room and set her down on a bench while he fastened his trousers. Caroline was grateful that the other two couples were no longer there to see her in this flushed and thoroughly fucked state. Andrew found a sheet and wrapped it around her before lifting her up into his arms again.

  “My clothes,” she protested weakly as he strode past the changing cubicle toward the door.

  “I’ll have someone fetch them later,” he said and she had no desire to argue.

  As Andrew took her out into the corridor, Caroline turned her face in toward his chest but she needn’t have worried as they didn’t encounter anybody else on the route to their apartment. Although she protested that she was too heavy to be carried, Andrew dismissed her concerns and brought her all the way into the bedroom, laying her carefully down on the bed and drawing the covers up over her.

  He stripped off his own clothes and slid into the bed next to her, pulling her into his arms and Caroline was grateful for the closeness after the intense experience she’d just endured.

  “Are you okay?” Andrew checked.

  “A bit sore, but I’ll survive.”

  “Good,” he said as he propped himself up onto his elbow to look down at her. “Now, do you want to tell me why you were so upset about the welcoming ceremony?”

  Caroline sighed, wondering if her anxieties, born of vanity, were likely to earn her another spanking.

  “It’s because of my hair.” She glanced up at him to see whether he thought she was completely ridiculous but his face showed nothing but concern for her. “I felt odd enough back home but every Taar-Breckian woman I’ve seen has beautiful long hair. I know I’m being silly but I don’t want everyone looking at me, thinking I’m unworthy to be your bride.”

  “Oh, sweetheart, don’t you know you’re the bravest, most beautiful woman I know?” Andrew said, the intensity in his voice underscoring every word. “The people will love you as much as I do and believe me, nobody will even notice your hair, they’ll be so captivated by your spirit and those amazing green eyes, of course.”

  Caroline drew in a shuddering breath and Andrew rolled onto his back again and pulled her close.

  “But, if you like,” he continued, “I can contact my mother and ask her to delay the ceremony until you’ve met my family and settled in a little. The official welcome can wait until you feel ready to face the world.”

  “Could you really do that?” Caroline asked.

  “Of course,” Andrew said cockily. “Haven’t you realized yet, I can do anything.”

  Caroline laughed and snuggled in closer to her husband. He made her feel safe, warm, and loved and she was proud to be the one who would stand by his side for the rest of their lives. She wasn’t sure what the future would bring, whether she would be reunited with her sister and her friends. She had no idea what life would be like for her on a strange new planet. Yet she knew with absolute certainty that as long as she had Andrew, nothing bad would ever touch her again.

  The End

  Stormy Night Publications would like to thank you for your interest in our books.

  If you liked this book (or even if you didn’t), we would really appreciate you leaving a review on the site where you purchased it. Reviews provide useful feedback for us and our authors, and this feedback (both positive comments and constructive criticism) allows us to work even harder to make sure we provide the content our customers want to read.

  If you would like to check out more books from Stormy Night Publications, if you want to learn more about our company, or if you would like to join our mailing list, please visit our website at:

  http://www.stormynightpublications.com

  More Stormy Night Books by Sassa Daniels

  Donovan’s Rules

  Abby has grown accustomed to being indulged by her husband, the wealthy, powerful businessman Marcus Donovan, even to the point of being allowed to live in her own apartment for a period of time after she r
an away in rebellion against the rules he put in place for her. But everything changes when one of his rivals displays an alarming level of interest in her.

  Knowing that his wayward wife is in serious danger, Marcus dose not hesitate to take her in hand. Once Abby has been brought back to his estate, he makes it clear he will expect her to do as she is told and from now on any disobedience will earn her a painful, humiliating bare-bottom spanking. More embarrassing still, Marcus quickly proves more than willing to involve members of his staff in her punishments when he feels that a particularly shameful chastisement is needed.

  Though his firm-handed discipline frequently leaves her with blushing cheeks and a sore bottom, Marcus’ stern dominance and masterful lovemaking rekindle the passion they once shared and Abby soon finds herself falling in love with him all over again. But will his decision to assign her a full-time bodyguard prove sufficient to keep her safe from the schemes of his enemies?

  Under House Arrest

  Deep in debt and desperate, Lindy Halliwell makes the foolish decision to steal an expensive piece of jewelry. When she is caught red-handed, however, Lindy is faced with a difficult choice. To avoid a criminal record, she will be required to spend the next few weeks under house arrest at the estate of Jackson Davies, the stern, handsome gentleman who discovered her crime, and during that time Jackson will be free to punish her in any way he sees fit.

  Lindy reluctantly agrees to the arrangement, but upon her arrival she quickly discovers that her ordeal will be much more humiliating than she anticipated. Before she knows it, she has been stripped bare for a thorough, intimate medical examination, and over the coming days she frequently finds herself over Jackson’s knee for a painful, embarrassing bare-bottom spanking.