She lets go of my hand, narrowing her brows. “Is that so?”
“It is. If I told you to get down on your knees and worship me, you would have to.”
“Bullshit,” she snaps. “We may have surrendered, but we still have rights.”
Though I can sympathize with her outrage, she’s trying my patience. “Yes and no, actually. I intend to be consistently just in my rule, and treat humanity with dignity, but this won’t work if humans don’t do as they’re told.”
Sabine’s nostrils flare as she grips the lift’s clear, crystal railing. “And if we don’t, what will you do? Kill us?”
“No,” I flatly state. “Of course not.”
“Then what? I want to know about these consequences.”
My mouth curls into a devilish grin as we reach our destination. “I don’t think you do, actually. You really don’t want to test me.”
“Sure I do,” she snorts, unconsciously balling her fists. “I’m not afraid,” she adds, her voice steady, unwavering—full of bravado. “So do your worst.”
Her plump lips purse irresistibly as she glares at me. She’s badly mistaken if she thinks I won’t take her challenge as an invitation to punish that shapely little ass of hers until it glows like a hot coal. My cock throbs at the thought of trussing her up and making her my helpless plaything. I ache to see her big, almond-shaped eyes go wide as she feels my hand smack her backside, to hear her husky voice rise an entire octave with each shriek.
Taking an Earth woman for a mate so soon into my tenure as their executive consul may raise some eyebrows, but I can already tell Sabine Marchessault will be worth it. I’m not going to stop until I’ve explored every inch of her tight body; I’ll discover whether she’s prettier while smiling or screaming.
Eyes dilated and cheeks subtly flushed, she’s clearly excited by the prospect of being dominated, even if she doesn’t consciously know it. Her pussy is probably wet and dripping, clenching with a need she’s only just starting to understand. My heart beats loudly in my chest, thrilled by the idea of unleashing the submissive pet within her. She’s asked me to do my worst for a reason, and it’ll be my pleasure to oblige.
“Okay,” I say, grabbing her by the wrist. “I will.”
Chapter Four
Sabine
My heart races as the lift drifts to a stop; I try to pull my arm back, but I can’t break Tamrys’s grip. Feeling his hand around my wrist sends an inexplicable spark of excitement through me; I choose to ignore it. “Let go,” I growl.
“I don’t think so,” he replies. “You need to learn obedience, little human.”
Getting off the lift, my heels stop clicking on the ever-present tiles and start thudding on some kind of tan carpet. This room, which is about the size of a luxury condo, sits atop the Spire and is unlike any other place I’ve seen within the alien headquarters. Warmer and less utilitarian, it’s bathed in natural light from massive windows along all four walls. Of course, most noticeable is the cherry red four-poster bed at the room’s center.
Though it looks quite comfortable, I know Tamrys didn’t bring me in here for a time out.
Maybe I went too far in challenging him, I realize. Whatever he’s got planned, it’s probably not going to be fun. Still, I didn’t get as far as I did in my life by backing down. I’ve endured all kinds of bullshit in my career: government workers have lied to me and have broken countless promises, I’ve been passed over for promotions that went to less qualified candidates, I’ve had projects canceled on the whims of petty bureaucrats—the list goes on. So, if Tamrys thinks I can’t handle whatever he’s got planned, he’s in for a surprise.
If anything, I’m curious to find out what an alien does to convince unruly ‘inferiors’ to behave. I’ve met plenty of men who thought they could intimidate me into compliance with raised voices or banal threats. Part of me actually hopes Tamrys is different, just for the novelty.
Yeah, it’s the novelty. Keep telling yourself that.
Tamrys doesn’t stop until we get to the bed, where he sits down. Then, using both hands, he yanks down my suit’s gray skirt, revealing the lacy red lingerie beneath. He smiles, enjoying the sight. “My, my, Sabine. Do you always wear such enticing undergarments to work?”
“It-it gives me confidence,” I mutter, covering my pelvis. My cheeks burn from the mortification of being exposed in such a degrading manner. “I can’t believe I told you that,” I add, snarling, “That’s none of your business.”
He grabs me by my hips and pulls me down onto his lap stomach first, positioning my ass in the air for him to see. “Hey!” I shout, beating my fists against his knees. He doesn’t even seem to feel it. I may as well be punching a pair of manhole covers.
I only stop when he grabs my wrists, collecting them together in one hand—it’s so big, and he’s so strong, he has no trouble gripping both wrists like a steel shackle. Recognizing I’m completely trapped, my body goes into panic mode, kicking my legs through the air. I know it’s hopeless, but I whine and struggle until Tamrys is forced to hold down my legs with one arm.
“Stop it,” he growls into my ear, letting me feel the warmth of his breath. Shivers race through me, dampening my panties. His terse command echoes through my mind until I feel wet and sticky between my thighs. Gradually, I stop my attempts at kicking.
“That’s better,” he says. “Now tell me about this thing with your panties.”
He slips his hand between the fabric and my bare skin, then drags the lingerie down my legs, revealing my ass to the cool air.
“Please, no,” I moan. “It’s a secret.”
Then his hand smacks against my ass, a hard slap that’s as loud as it is painful. I shriek as my skin throbs, twisting involuntarily against Tamrys’s hold on me. Taking quick, shallow breaths helps a little, but the sensation lingers.
He just spanked me! What the fuck?
“Sabine, you’re not going to keep any secrets from me. If I ask you a question, you will answer it, just as assuredly as you will obey the commands you are given. Is that understood?”
Another wave of heat surges from my core; I gasp and shake my head.
“Are you refusing, pet?” he asks, swatting my bottom again. He aims for the same spot, stoking the sting of the previous slap.
This is one of my deepest, darkest secrets. How can I tell someone I only just met?
Because you have no choice, I realize.
“It gives me confidence but… only if it’s a secret,” I explain, feeling my cheeks flush an even deeper crimson.
“Interesting,” says Tamrys. “Why is that?”
“If-if my colleagues knew, then they might think about it.”
The alien chuckles, brushing his hand across my bruised skin. “Oh, I guarantee you they would. I’m sure you’ve had many admirers, Sabine. You have a perfect, lovely little ass. I bet half the men you’ve ever known would kill to see what I’m seeing now.”
I imagine he’s right.
“Now, was that so hard, Sabine?” he says, tracing the edge of my panties with a finger.
“No,” I grunt.
“Address me properly,” he snaps, giving each of my cheeks a firm spank. “You will say ‘sir’ when you speak to me. Or ‘master,’ if you prefer.”
I certainly do not!
“Yes, sir,” I murmur.
He smacks my ass again, harder this time. “I don’t want to hear any disrespect in your tone either,” he says, giving my rear another slap.
“Yes, sir!” I call out, writhing in his grasp.
“Now let’s try that again.” He holds his hand just close enough to my ass that I can feel its warmth, but without touching. For some reason, it’s a maddeningly frustrating sensation. Knowing he could smack my ass again at any moment and I’m powerless to stop him is both sobering and humbling. There haven’t been many occasions in my life where I couldn’t either outwit or outlast my competitors, but Tamrys totally has the upper hand right now.
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p; “How did telling me such a dirty secret make you feel?” he asks, squeezing my aching cheeks.
His touch ignites a raw throb that makes me want to squeal, but when he lets go, I’m left gasping for breath. At first, I’m not sure why; I’m not stunned by the pain or physically exhausted. Inexplicably, the sensation has electrified my senses, leaving me craving more. My pussy clenches at the thought, despite how painful it was. It doesn’t make any sense to me, but there’s no mistaking my desire, which has left me nearly dripping.
“It was… it was fine,” I answer. Compared to having my ass spanked, it wasn’t really that bad. Actually, it’s almost liberating. How many times have I worried about bending over the wrong way and having them show? With Tamrys, I won’t have to worry about that.
“Elaborate,” he commands, patting my ass softly. Though it isn’t as bad as getting spanked, the contact keeps the sore spots freshly tingling.
“It’s freeing, sir,” I say, trying not to squirm as the taps get harder. “Now you know.”
“And what about being punished and aware that you’re powerless to stop me? Is that not paradoxically freeing as well?”
I have to stop and think before answering. Is it? As his hand slaps against my naked cheeks, the punishment makes me want to cry or beg for mercy, but I’m not going to be broken by a little spanking. I can toughen up. I can show him that I’ll go as far as I have to for the sake of humanity.
I’ll show him.
“No, not really, sir.”
“Oh?” he says, stopping the pats to my rear. “Explain.”
“Letting me go right now would be freeing,” I snap, bucking against his grip. “And like humanity, I may be powerless against you, but that doesn’t mean I’m weak.”
Tamrys regards me a moment, then laughs. “Oh, pet. I don’t think you’re weak; just the opposite. You’re showing me your strength, and I’m impressed. Right now you’re probably thinking you’ve seen what I’m capable of, but let me pop that bubble: we’re just getting started, Ms. Marchessault. You told me to do my worst, or have you forgotten?”
“No, sir,” I spit, struggling against his indefatigable grasp. He could do whatever he wants to me right now, and I get the sense he’s restraining himself as well. I’ve never felt so exposed and powerless; shouldn’t I be quaking in fear? For a reason I don’t fully understand, I’m not scared of his extraordinary strength and the many ways he could use it. Despite some initial panic, my body’s reaction to being held down has been a mixture of exhilaration and hunger.
Is this just an alien thing? I’d like to think I’m responding to being controlled in bizarre ways because of something he’s doing to me biologically, rather than admit there’s something inside me that likes being treated in such twisted ways. Whether I like it or not, there’s no way I can deny that Tamrys doing ‘his worst’ has left me unthinkably aroused.
Without any warning, he spanks my ass hard and fast, switching from cheek to cheek until both radiate heat. I howl and shake from the torment, trying not to lose my composure, but the pain is severe.
“I’ll grant you mercy now, if you ask politely and promise to obey,” he offers.
The way my ass hurts, it would be so easy to just give him what he wants and be done with this. I’ve never felt so much pain or humiliation. Yet, I don’t want to give him the satisfaction of losing this test of wills.
But, am I being foolish? Am I so full of myself that I think I can win this game? He holds all the cards. He makes all the rules. Is there any chance I could win?
Tamrys waits a moment for me to make up my mind, but runs out of patience before I can decide. “Apparently I’ve not yet convinced you to behave, so let’s try something else.”
He suddenly lifts me by my hips, standing me up. My arms ache at having been held in place for so long, and hang limply at my sides. I realize that my sex is on full display for him now, and that somehow this still makes me wet. Is there something wrong with me, or just my body? How could it betray me in such an important situation?
Before I can object, Tamrys pulls my suit jacket off me, then tears open the shirt beneath. Buttons pop off in every direction, but I hardly have time to lament its loss before he rips off my bra, using his considerable strength to split the garment apart at the bridge. I choke down a soft cry at the loss of the bra, which matched my panties.
They didn’t really give you confidence, I tell myself as Tamrys tosses aside the clothes he ruined. The strength is inside you.
Admiring his handiwork, Tamrys grins, and I spy a massive tent rising in the crotch of his uniform.
“This room we’re in right now has been designed and stocked just for you, mate,” he says, opening a massive wooden armoire situated across from the bed. I turn to look inside and see that it’s stocked full of devices, some familiar and others completely alien. Yet, I think I can guess that most of them are either restraints or sex toys.
Proving me correct, a pair of metal rings float up out of the cabinet and fling themselves around my wrists. It happens too quickly for me to react, and the devices seal shut and then lock together behind my back, pulling my arms into a box. I try to break free, but the telerings—as they’re called, according to my nanites—are completely inescapable.
Tamrys then takes out another toy—a short black whip of some kind. Dozens of long, flat lashes extend about two feet from a thick grip. It had been hanging in the armoire next to a half-dozen similar toys, all a different size.
“Walk,” he says, flogging my behind.
With a yelp, I comply. The touch of the lashes creates a distinct new pain, so I march in circles around the bed. Between my nudity and helplessness—I’ve never been physically restrained like this before—I want to run and hide, but there’s nowhere to go. I could plead for mercy, but when I glance back at him and see the lascivious look on Tamrys’s face, I realize it’s likely too late for that.
“Face forward,” he commands, taking another swing with the flogger.
I do as he says, teetering as my knees go weak. Every few steps bring another stroke, keeping my ass lit with fresh welts and bruises. My heart hammers in my chest as I feel the seconds go by, anticipating the next smack. All I can think to do is keep moving, hoping he’ll stop soon. It’s almost scary how easily I slip into a state of pure instinct, where all I can do is follow Tamrys’s orders until he’s satisfied.
The situation is so surreal, it heightens all of my senses. Around my toes I can feel the fabric of my socks, the only piece of clothing Tamrys didn’t strip off my body. Breathing through my nose, I smell my tormentor’s musk, laden with his desire. Everywhere I look I see out the room’s expansive windows; though New York and the metro area surround us, it’s well below us and separated by the water—it makes me feel so far away from the life I knew.
If only Gaspar Jaffe could see me like this, he’d probably laugh so hard he’d hyperventilate. Outraged at the idea, I subconsciously pick up my pace, as if I could escape. As a result, I manage to avoid the brunt of Tamrys’s next swing.
“Now you’re getting it, mate,” he says. “Well done. You handled your first punishment very well. I’m impressed.”
Stopping in place, I look down at my bare breasts, trying not to think about the incredible soreness radiating throughout my ass. I do feel a warmth in my chest: a small satisfaction at having survived his cruelty. However, it’s largely drowned out by the raging inferno of pain that is the rest of my body.
“I paid you a compliment, Sabine,” he snaps, giving my ass another slap with his palm. “What do you say?”
He wants gratitude, after everything he’s done? Is he crazy?
“Oh, screw you,” I mumble, turning my back on him.
It’s the wrong move, clearly. So fast I can barely comprehend, he rises from the bed, spins me around, and cups my face in his hand.
“What did you say?”
“Go fuck yourself, Tamrys,” I snarl. If that spanking was the worst he can do, I thi
nk I’ll be okay.
Of all the ways he could respond, he does what I’d have least expected: he smiles.
“Ms. Marchessault, you’re trying so hard to be defiant at every step of this new journey. I think I understand where it’s coming from. People have judged you by your achievements and capabilities, so you’ve spent your whole life having to be perfect. But that’s not what will work here with me.”
As he speaks, the telerings around my wrists disengage, floating back to the cabinet from which they came. I immediately let my arms down, enjoying the respite of being free, though it doesn’t last very long. Tamrys retrieves from the armoire four very thick chains, with manacles on their ends. He fastens each chain to one of the posts of the bed, then beckons for me to approach.
When I hesitate, he shakes his head. “Sabine, with me you will be judged on an entirely new set of criteria: your ability to obey. Buried inside you there is a need to submit, and together we are going to bring it to the surface. In doing so, we will show the Earth how much there is to be gained from serving the Dominars.”
“What are you talking about?” I say as he grabs my wrist and locks it into one of the manacles. “What are you doing?”
“I’m keeping you, Ms. Marchessault,” he replies, flashing a devilish grin and binding my other wrist. “The world knows who you are—they’ve seen how strong-willed you are. I’m going to turn you into an obedient servant so all humans can see what lies in store for them, and that they need to accept it.”
“Fuck you!” I shout, tugging against the chains in vain. “This is what you meant by ‘partnership’? You’re a monster!”
I try to kick at him, but he catches my ankle and chains it to the bottom of the bed. Then he secures my other ankle, leaving me completely spread, immobile, and helpless. Once he’s done, he tickles my toes a little through my socks.
“This room is going to be your new home, so make yourself comfortable,” he says, stepping backward until he can take in the sight of me fully trussed up.
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