His to Command (Alien Masters Book 1)

by Kallista Dane

  She shuddered and heard him chuckle as he drew away. “Tajina. I knew you were in there somewhere.” She was still on her knees in front of him. His hand stroked its way down her back, sliding languidly up and down her tail, lingering at the spot where the device lodged between the cheeks of her bottom.

  “I think it’s time to put this tail to good use.”

  She glanced up at him in surprise, then remembered she was to keep her eyes down when in the presence of a Master.

  “Get up here on the bed. Lie down on your back. I’m glad you’re wearing those ridiculous shoes again. When you put your feet flat on the bed, they’ll raise your hips high in the air. And remember my rule - don’t you dare move.”

  AJ had no idea what he had in mind. Nervously, she complied. He sat between her legs, pushing her heels back toward her bottom and spreading her legs apart so her most intimate parts were once again open to his gaze and his touch. Then he took the tip of her tail and brought it around to stroke it along the folds of her vagina.

  The feeling was so overwhelming it was all she could do not to squirm beneath him. He pulled on her tail a little and she drew in a breath as the pressure caused the device to massage the walls of her nether passage.

  “Open your eyes. I want to see the look on your face when I make you come.”

  AJ blushed. She’d fantasized about being with Kaden again for weeks. Alone in her bed in the dark. For days, she’d been spanked over and over. Teased and tormented by the device every night and then forced to watch couples engaging in every act of intimacy imaginable. Self-gratification was forbidden. She hadn’t dared to touch herself for fear one of the other Harlots in training who shared her sleeping quarters would catch her and report it. So the need for release had grown into a desperate hunger. And now the man who had introduced her to the wild thrill of having sex with a living, breathing partner was here in front of her, promising to bring her to another shattering climax.

  She opened her eyes and gasped. Kaden was naked, watching her with a wicked grin on his face. His manhood stood out, stiff and proud. Bigger than she remembered. Even bigger than General Tok’s. She wondered what it would be like to take him in her mouth, to swirl her tongue around the head of it. Would he lean back, moaning and cursing and calling upon the gods like some of the men she’d seen? Or would he grab her head and force himself farther down her throat, pumping into her faster and faster until he exploded?

  Kaden’s eyes narrowed. He took the tip of her tail and began sliding it into her vaginal canal.

  “Your pussy is so hot. I can smell you. When you’re spread apart in front of me like this, I can see the slick wetness growing, getting you ready to take me in. All of me.”

  Pussy. She liked his word. The way he said it, her pussy sounded soft and warm but with a hint of naughtiness. Even a bit decadent. Much more appealing than the clinical term she’d been taught to use for the heart of the savage desire he awakened in her.

  He dipped his head and she shuddered as his tongue touched her throbbing bud. “Your little pearl is hard, peeking out of its shell.” He flicked it, making her gasp out loud. He pulled on the tail a little, sliding it in farther as he licked her. Every tug wiggled the device lodged deep inside her bottom, setting off another wave of heat. AJ writhed on the bed but his upper body pinned her in place.

  He locked his eyes on hers and his mouth fastened over her pearl, sucking now. AJ screamed as the sensations poured through her. Her pussy clenched and she could feel a flood of wetness drench the tail buried inside her as she climaxed. Still his eyes bore into hers, until she felt as if she were drowning in their depths, being sucked down into his very soul as his mouth sucked her pearl.

  He rose over her. Shoving the tail aside, he lunged forward, driving into her. AJ wrapped her legs around him and pulled him in deeper.

  He fucked her hard and fast. Still shuddering from her last climax, she cried out as he took her higher and then higher yet. She could feel the moment that his body suddenly tensed. He gave one last powerful thrust of his hips, grinding into her, his cock pulsing.

  When she felt him coming inside her, AJ exploded. Her pussy spasmed around him as the orgasm tore through her. She dug her nails into his back, gripping frantically, as though she’d whirl away into a black hole if she let go. Kaden’s arms around her became her tether cord to reality. Her heart pounded against his chest. Massive. Solid. Grounding her.

  Gradually her pulse rate decreased, her breathing slowed. Kaden lay over her, his body still covering hers.

  “I’ve never…”

  Kaden propped himself on one elbow. He stroked her cheek. “Never what, Tajina?”

  “I’ve never had an orgasm like that before. It just…happened. All at once. Taking me by surprise. It was so powerful. Almost frightening.”

  His laugh was warm. “You’re so passionate that I forget sometimes how innocent you are.”

  “Innocent?” Her voice rose.

  “It was not meant as an insult, Tajina. You’ve had very little experience in the arms of a living, breathing partner.”

  “None—except for you,” she admitted. “And I never saw any of the Harlots react the way I just did.”

  “That’s because unlike yours, their partners were inept. I am honored to be the man who introduced you to the rapture of being ravished.”

  She gave him a sharp look. “Are you mocking me again?”

  “Never.” He bent his head and brushed her lips with his. She drew back.

  “Still not ready, eh? That’s all right, Tajina. After all, if it’s done properly, kissing can be much more intimate than fucking.”

  Chapter Eight

  They soon fell into a pattern. Kaden came to the Lyceum nearly every night. Apparently word had spread that the tall, exotic-looking new Harlot was his, because on the nights when he wasn’t there, the other men kept their distance. Like Tok, it seemed no man in Petra was willing to risk displeasing a warrior of New Atlantis.

  Some nights, all they did was talk at first. Kaden was eager to learn more about her and little by little, she opened up to him. He remained fascinated by her tales of life on Earth, often requesting details about her trysts with the holographic lover she created.

  “Did he ever do… this?” he’d ask, while fondling some part of her body.

  Kaden was delighted when she entered into the spirit of the game one night. They were both still fully dressed, reclining on the bed.

  “All the time,” she responded when he slid his hand under her gown and began stroking her clit between two fingers.

  Kaden’s eyes danced. “Did he ever tell you to do it while he stroked himself and watched?”

  Her eyes never left his as she moved her hand down and touched herself. She’d never done that in front of him. He let out a groan, sliding a hand up and down the stiff cock protruding from between the folds of his tunic. “Do it again. More.”

  As though realizing how shameless her behavior had been, AJ put her hands behind her back and shook her head, blushing furiously.

  “Are you refusing to do as you’re told?” His voice took on a rough edge.

  “No… I mean… yes, but…”

  “Perhaps I’ve been too lenient with you, Tajina. I am the Master here, am I not?”

  She bowed her head. “Yes.”

  “And it is your duty to please me in every way I require, is it not?”

  Her voice was barely a whisper. “Yes, my Lord.”

  “What did I tell you I would do if you did not obey me?”

  “You… you said you would spank me.”

  “Do you remember what else I said?”

  “You said that when you spanked me, we’d both be naked.”

  “I did. And then I promised you that by the time I was through you’d be eager to do whatever you were told to do. Right?”

  She nodded, looking miserable.

  “Stand up and take off your clothes.”

  AJ stood, pulling off the gown th
at had bunched up around her hips. Underneath she still wore the Device with its leather straps and tail, as she was required to do every night in the Lyceum. Kaden sat down on the edge of the bed.

  “Come here.”

  She took a hesitant step. His fingers closed around the leather straps circling her waist. With one powerful yank, he tore it off. The tail dropped to the ground with it, leaving the device lodged firmly in her backside. He stripped off his tunic. Underneath, he was naked as well, his hard cock jutting up between his legs.

  “Come here and bend over.”

  Awkwardly, she arranged herself across his thighs. He shifted his legs, forcing her bottom higher into the air. Kaden took his time, running his hands up the backs of her legs and cupping first one cheek, then the other in his hands. Although he loved bringing a rosy blush to a shapely ass, he hadn’t spanked her since that first night. Knowing how traumatized she’d been, he preferred to earn her trust than to demand blind obedience under the threat of punishment. But perhaps it was time to take their relationship to the next level and assert his authority.

  He shifted again, so she could feel the hard length of him pressing against her.

  “You’re going to get spanked. Then you’ll do everything I tell you to do tonight. And you’d better do a good job—or you’ll lie across my lap and get spanked again.”

  His fingers toyed with the base of the Device protruding from her ass, but he left it where it was. Without warning, his broad palm connected with her bottom. She gasped, but managed to stay in place. He whacked her again, noting how sweetly her butt reddened. The imprint of his hand stood out, bright red against her soft white skin. He stroked a languid circle over one quivering cheek, then delivered another smack. She squirmed on his lap, making his cock jerk in response.

  * * *

  AJ lay across his thighs, hardly daring to breathe. This giant of a man who’d been so tender had suddenly assumed command, demanding that she obey his every whim. She hadn’t been spanked in weeks. Not since the night Kaden rescued her from Tok. Apparently even the Sisters wanted to avoid incurring his displeasure.

  Now she lay over his lap, bottom stinging from those first hard smacks, shivering with a mixture of fear and lust. What shameful, nasty things would he order her to do?

  He brought his hand down again and she bit off a cry. Except for that first night in the square, her spankings had been delivered with a paddle or a hairbrush as she bent, fully clothed, over a wooden bench or chair. There was something wickedly arousing about being naked against his naked body. Skin against skin. Feeling the heat of his manhood as it swelled, rubbing up against her mound while his bare hands alternately stroked and smacked her burning cheeks.

  His palm connected again with a loud crack. A blast of fire seared her backside. It morphed into a wave of delicious heat that radiated through her lower body, making her pussy clench. She ground her clit against his erect cock and was shocked when he delivered half a dozen harsh whacks one after another.

  “Don’t move unless I give you permission,” he growled, thrusting himself up against her so she could feel his cock throbbing. He smacked her again. Hard. Then he shifted his legs. The movement spread her thighs apart. She couldn’t hold back a little cry when he parted the cheeks of her ass and took hold of the base of the device.

  Kaden reached under her, rubbing the pad of his thumb against her clit as he began working the device out of her. He took his time, sliding it back in a little each time before withdrawing it farther. AJ moaned as the widest part stretched her back hole. The fire on her bottom turned into a sharp tingle and she squirmed under the barrage of sensations.

  Kaden held the plug in place with one hand and whacked her ass sharply with the other. “I told you not to move,” he thundered.

  She let out another moan, this one of raw need. Kaden continued stroking her clit as he eased the device completely out of her back passage, then spanked her again.

  Shocked, she cried out. But he kept up, delivering fiery smacks to her bottom while he teased her clit mercilessly until she was shuddering, ready to come. Only then did he stop.

  “On your knees.”

  She was shaking so hard she barely registered his words. He whacked her again. “I said get on your knees.”

  She slid off his lap. He spread his legs so she could kneel between them, her head level with his rigid cock. He wrapped a fist around its base.

  “Take it in your mouth.”

  Obediently, AJ bent her head down. She swirled her tongue around the head, then drew it into her mouth and was rewarded with a rough noise torn from deep in Kaden’s chest. Emboldened, she flicked her tongue back and forth and then sucked on the head, as he’d done to her hard nub. He tasted salty and musky and she caught the scent she’d come to associate with him. Potent. Virile.

  He grabbed her braid with one hand, pumping himself into her mouth. She started to panic. His cock was long and thick and he held her head in a viselike grip. She struggled to take him in, opening her mouth wider and gasping for breath.

  He pulled out suddenly. “Get up on the bed now. Spread your legs and play with yourself like I told you to before. And remember—you’d better do a good job.”

  Trembling, she climbed onto the bed and spread her legs. Kaden grabbed her ankles, yanking them far apart so he could stand alongside the bed between her thighs. He stared down at her, his eyes smoldering. His cock glistening wet from her mouth, veins bulging out up and down the rigid length of it.

  Boldly, she brought one hand to her lips, stuck out her tongue, and licked her fingers. She reached down and ran them over her hard nub, then across her pussy. Hot. Wet. AJ threw her head back and plunged two fingers inside.

  With a roar, Kaden leaped up on the bed and rammed his cock into her open mouth. She took him in, sucking eagerly. He reached down and shoved her hand out of the way, replacing her fingers with his own. So much bigger. So much longer. Able to stroke that sweet spot deep inside her. She wrapped her hand around his length, sucking on the head while her pussy clenched around his probing fingers. His body began to quiver. She took him in deep then, swirling her tongue around and running it up and down the shaft. He gave a wild cry, shooting his seed down her throat.

  Later, as she lay cradled in his arms, she glanced up at him. “Did I please you, Master?”

  “Are you so starved for praise, Tajina? Surely you know the answer to that. You need to learn the rules.” The words were stern but his voice held a hint of amusement. “Asking such a personal question of your Master before even requesting permission to speak is grounds for another spanking.”

  He leaned over and kissed her softly. “Yes. You pleased me very much.” His arms tightened around her. “But I fully intend to spank you for that mistake—and then you will submit to whatever I choose to do to you before this night is over.”

  A shiver of lust ran through her. Spanked—then forced to submit. She was stunned at the wild response he evoked with those few simple words. She’d never experienced anything like this before, never even knew it was possible to have her pussy ache and her nipples harden just from the tone of his voice. Intense. Powerful. Demanding that her body respond.

  He slid to the edge of the bed. Putting his feet on the floor, he patted his thighs. “Come here.”

  Trembling, she did as he asked, draping her body across his lap. She noticed the difference immediately. Unlike the previous spanking, this time his own need had already been satisfied. There was no stiff tool poking itself against her.

  Her backside was still tender from the earlier spanking. But he started slowly. Giving her a firm swat on one cheek, then caressing it before moving to the other. His fingers strayed to the hot slit between her legs.

  “You’re wet.”

  A shiver ran through her. “Yes, my Lord.”

  He dipped a finger in. “Have you been thinking wicked thoughts when we are apart?”

  “Y…yes, my Lord.”

  He brought his palm
down with a sharp crack. “Tell me.” His finger probed farther, pulling out to spread slick juices up to her clit.

  “I think about how your tongue feels when it laps against my core of pleasure. So hot. So slick and wet.”

  He smacked her again. Twice. But this time she welcomed the flash of fiery heat, thrusting her bottom up.

  “That’s good. Stick your ass up nice and high so I can smack it.”

  She shuddered as his hand connected again. He shifted, thrusting two fingers inside her pussy. Pumping them in and out, shoving her legs apart with the other hand. The spicy sting on her bottom fueled the heat deep inside her. AJ rocked back and forth, rubbing her swollen clit against his iron-hard thigh. He switched back and forth, sometimes spanking, sometimes fucking her hard with his fingers. AJ felt her climax building. She moaned and thrust back against his hand, trying to take his fingers in deeper.

  He pulled out and whacked her. AJ gasped.

  “I did not give you permission to come.”

  Permission to come? He’d never said she had to have his permission before. This was a new Kaden. Is this what it’s like to have a real Master? Her rational mind posed the question, even as she forced herself to hold back the waves that threatened to engulf her.

  “Tell me what other wicked thoughts you’ve had.”

  She jerked as his palm crashed down again.

  “I said tell me more.”

  Now he had three fingers up inside her. “Before tonight… I thought about… the first time I would take you in my mouth.” She was panting now, his fingers relentlessly working her higher. “How your cock would taste. How your cum would taste. I thought about slipping my tongue into the little slit in the head. I wondered if you would like that as much as I like it when you slip your tongue into my slit.”

  His manhood stirred to life beneath her. Emboldened, she went on. “I even thought about…” She stopped, too shy to go on.

  WHACK. AJ let out a howl of surprise. His voice was rough. “Do not try my patience, wench. Finish.”