Alien Alphas: Twenty-Three Naughty Sci-Fi Romance Novellas

by Grace Goodwin

  “Open. I need to see exactly what you’re doing.”

  Pervert. She indulged silently.

  He laughed and her gaze flew to his.

  “Why did you just laugh?”

  “Judging from your expression, you just called me something particularly vile.”

  She wasn’t convinced that was all it was, but knew better than to argue or ask. He’d said some of his people had psychic powers. Was he one of them?

  After squeezing her eyes shut, she spread her thighs, and did her best to pretend he wasn’t there. She fiddled with the vibrator until she figured out how to turn it on, then slipped it on her index finger. Going directly for her clit, she circled the sensitive bundle of nerves until she felt her inner muscles tightening. The orgasm built quickly and hit with minimal intensity. She shuddered, groaned softly, then turned off the toy.

  “Are you wet?”

  She hated talking about sex. One of her four lovers had been a talker. They’d talked before they fucked about what they intended to do, he talked during, and then he wanted to critique the encounter after they were finished. It took all the spontaneity out of sex and made it feel almost clinical. Their relationship hadn’t lasted long.

  “I asked you a question.”

  “I think so.” God, this was so damn humiliating. Why didn’t he just reach down and find out for himself? Excitement zinged through her at the thought, but she refused to analyze the reaction. Her core began to ache, feeling empty and needful.

  “Touch yourself.”

  She clenched her jaw and did as he told her. “I’m sort of wet, but not very.”

  “Use the vibrator and your fingers this time. See if you can make it last more than five seconds.”

  She chuckled, a nervous release of tension. “I come faster if I don’t have anything inside me.”

  “This is not about speed. Take your time. Build the sensations before you let them crest.”

  An orgasm was an orgasm. She just wanted this lesson over. She touched herself, moving the vibrator around for a few seconds before settling into the familiar circular motion guaranteed to get her off. Predictably, tension built toward a rapid climax. But half a second before she came, he pulled her hand away from her body.

  “This isn’t a race,” he snapped. “It’s about intensity. Let the sensations build.”

  She hissed out her frustration as the spasms slipped away. If he didn’t like the way she was doing it, why didn’t he just do it himself? Another wave of heat passed through her body as he knelt between her legs and lightly placed his hands on her knees. Had he heard her mental grumbling? Again, his timing seemed mighty suspicious.

  “Raise your arms over your head. You do not have permission to touch me.”

  Why would she want to touch him? He was her tormentor, her trainer, her enemy. And yet her fingertips tingled and the thought of touching him, defying him, fed her rebel soul. She would soon lose control of her body. That much seemed inevitable. But they would never control her mind or own her spirit. As if to prove the point to herself, she pushed off the mat with one hand and reached toward him with the other.

  When her hand was halfway to his chest, he raised his brows, silently warning her not to continue.

  Their gazes locked, clashing as defiance reshaped her expression. He’d been lenient so far. She wanted to see how far he’d bend.

  She ran her hand up over his wide chest, pausing to squeeze his shoulder. The material of his clingy red shirt was surprisingly soft, yet the form beneath felt as if it had been sculpted from marble. He held perfectly still, gaze boring into hers as she descended along his well-muscled arm. When her hand neared his, he suddenly twisted his forearm and caught her wrist.

  In one fast, smooth motion he sat and pulled her face down across his lap.

  She knew what was coming. At least he didn’t have a paddle.

  The spanks fell fast and hard, spreading heat and stinging pain throughout her bottom. Tears welled as they had when she’d been paddled. And it wasn’t the pain, though it hurt quite badly. She felt emotionally exposed by the discipline, vulnerable in a way she didn’t quite understand. With great effort she managed to fight back the sobs, but tears flowed in rivulets from her eyes.

  “Why am I spanking you?” When she didn’t immediately answer, he rewarded her with two especially hard swats, one on each side. The flashfire intensity made her cry out. “I asked you a question.”

  Anger surged to the surface of her chaotic emotions, calming her, giving her strength. “I ignored your directive then disobeyed you instead.” He slowly squeezed one of her burning cheeks and she yelled even louder. “That really hurts!”

  “You listed your infractions with such pride. Are you proud of your misbehavior?” He finally released her cheek, moving his hand to the small of her back.

  “No,” she whispered with a rebellious smile.

  His fist tangled in her hair and he carefully pulled her head up until she looked at him. “I will not tolerate lies. If you are amused by spanking, there are many, far less pleasant, forms of punishment I can try. Shall I demonstrate?”

  Fear sparked within her mind. She didn’t know this male, had no idea what he would do to her. “I’m sorry, Sir.” She tried to lower her gaze, but it wasn’t possible at the angle he was holding her head. “I was foolish to test you.” And surprisingly, she meant it.

  “I do not make idle threats, Katherine. Don’t test me again.”

  She didn’t realize he knew her name. He’d stopped her when she tried to tell him, so how had he known. Not trusting her voice, she only nodded.

  “The lesson will resume when you follow my original directive.”

  Scrambling off his lap, she lowered her weight to her hip, then slowly shifted to her back, trying to minimize the pressure on her well-spanked ass. She raised her arms overhead and bent her knees, opening her legs as they’d been before.

  He stood, towering over her as he walked in a leisurely circle around her. “Why did you test me? I gave you no reason to rebel.”

  A scoff slipped from her throat before she could smother the sound. “I’ve been ripped from my world and everyone I love without warning or permission.”

  “I did not bring you here,” he pointed out.

  “You’re still part of it.”

  He stopped in front of her then stepped closer, standing in between her legs. “I am not your enemy. In fact, I’m the only ally you’ve got. Lord Estifal will recoup his investment and he doesn’t really care how he does it. I will teach you the skills you need to survive in this world if you allow yourself to trust me just a little.”

  Grief and loss welled inside her so suddenly she had to fight back another rush of tears. “I don’t want any of this.”

  His gaze softened and he knelt between her thighs. “I know, but escape is not possible. Even if you made it out of this facility, you would never make it back to Earth.”

  “Why? If I found a way out of this hellhole, why can’t I go home?”

  “Exotic Pets, Inc. is one small division of a massive conglomerate. Their parent company, OpEx Unified, controls all the spaceports and the network of artificial wormholes that makes interdimensional travel possible. While you were unconscious, you were injected with tracker nanites. Your travel status requires that you have an escort, but you’d never even make it that far. If you try to leave this complex without permission, the tracker will trigger an alarm.”

  She blinked and tears trailed down the sides of her face.

  His large, warm hands lightly touched her knees. “Let me help you. Allow me to teach you what you need to know. This doesn’t have to be torment.”

  He was still dressed, so she was pretty sure he didn’t intend to fuck her, at least not right away. She licked her lips and looked into his eyes as uncertainty cascaded through her being. In her reality she was strong, independent. He expected her to surrender control, to trust him.

  What choice did she have?


  Of all his features, his eyes appeared the most alien. Their nonhuman shape and unnatural intensity reminded her she was no longer on Earth. They were playing by different rules, rules she didn’t have to agree with, just understand. Her body would belong to her master, or masters. A shiver tingled down her spine. It might be bearable if her master were someone like... she didn’t even know his name.

  His fingertips gently traced her slit while his gaze bore into hers. “Your pleasure belongs to your owner. You will come when he bids you come and never without his permission.” His fingers caught her clit, applying just enough pressure to command her full attention. “Do you understand?”

  “Yes.” Her voice cracked, so she cleared her throat and tried again. “Yes, Sir, I understand, but I have another question.”

  He let go of her clit and went back to petting her, light teasing brushes over her folds and inner thighs. “Why am I not surprised?”

  “What about when I’m alone? Am I allowed to... you know?” She made a vague motion toward her sex, then returned her hand to its overhead position.

  Mercifully, he didn’t make her clarify. “If you still feel the need to masturbate after your master has fucked you, he is unworthy of you.”

  “Is that a yes or no?”

  His gaze narrowed then flashed with blue fire. “You tell me.”

  She hadn’t liked the answer and hoped he might change it. Clearly she’d miscalculated. “My pleasure belongs to my master or masters, so touching myself is not allowed.”

  “Good girl.” The praise should have annoyed her. She was a mature woman. No one got away with calling her girl. But his warm fingers pushed into her core and her thoughts scattered. Oh, yeah, that felt good. He slid his fingers in and out, his thumb brushing over her clit with each rotation. “Don’t hold back. If something your owner does feels good, let him know.”

  “I’m not much of a screamer.” But her hips began to rock, increasing the penetration of his fingers. What she really needed was his cock surging into her, filling her full with each hard thrust.

  He chuckled. “That sounds like a challenge, silly girl. Shall we see how long it takes me to make you scream?” With his fingers still buried inside her core, he lowered his head between her thighs.

  Chapter Three

  Jexton flicked his trainee’s clit with the tip of his tongue and inhaled her evocative scent. Her musk intensified the lust already pulsing through his body. He wanted to release his cock and ram it balls-deep into her snug passage. She’d cry out and arch as he fucked her fast and hard. Despite her fear and resentment, desire smoldered beneath her uncertainty.

  She shivered, her legs tense and shaky. He pulled his fingers nearly out of her cunt, then thrust them deep again. Her groan was muffled but telling, and a surge of need bombarded his empathic receptors. She wasn’t nearly as repulsed by her situation as Earth’s mores demanded she be, which freed him to push her a little farther, demand a little more. He built upon her hunger, sliding his fingers in and out while he caressed her sensitive nub with his lips and tongue.

  He’d known she would be a challenge, that her spirit would rebel no matter how patient he was with her. That was part of the reason he’d agreed to train her. He’d always thrived on challenge, and enjoyed watching the gradual transformation of a trainee through enlightenment and strict discipline. What he’d failed to anticipate was how deeply he’d react to her vulnerability. Already he wanted to sneak her out of the complex and spirit her away on a private transport. He wanted to protect and care for her, to not only ensure her safety, but her eventual happiness. That was impossible, of course. All he could offer her was knowledge and the skills necessary to survive in this harsh new reality.

  And her first lesson was surrender.

  With that thought in mind, he withdrew his fingers and lifted her hips off the mat. He sealed his mouth over her slit and pushed his tongue deep into her core. She trembled, resisting her need to wiggle and rub against his face. Stubborn little fool. Fighting against the pleasure obligated him to try more intense forms of stimulation.

  He repositioned his mouth, focusing on her clit while he lubricated his middle finger with her juices. She was wonderfully wet, but her inner muscles had yet to spasm with even one orgasm. Her battle with resentment and pride was keeping her from letting go. He caught her clit between his lips and gently sucked as he eased his finger toward her other opening.

  “Wait.” The word squeaked out in an urgent whisper. “I don’t like... please don’t...”

  He breeched her puckered hole with just the tip of his finger. Her sphincter gripped him tightly, confirming what he’d been told. She’d never taken a cock here, likely never even used a stimulator.

  “Take it,” he commanded against her folds. “Relax and open for me.”

  Her anger surged into his mind. “I don’t want to.” Her voice was stronger now, incensed. “I don’t like having things shoved up my ass!”

  He pressed his mouth against her wet pussy, hiding his smile. Gods, she was adorable. Only after he’d recaptured his stern expression did he lift his head and look into her eyes. “This isn’t about what you want.” Slowly, he drove deeper, not stopping until half his finger was inside her warm body. “You now have one purpose and one purpose only, to pleasure your owner.” He pulled back, then thrust inward, giving her the entire length. “Your body belongs to him. He will fuck you however he wants, and you will gratefully take whatever he gives you.”

  For a long time he pinned her with his gaze while he finger-fucked her ass. He didn’t caress her, didn’t soothe her, just focused all her attention on the slick slide of his finger in and out of her tight back passage. She stared up at him, uncertain yet still, passive if not surrendered.

  Little by little anger gave way to confusion as sensations eroded her pride. His finger was long, her essence allowing it to glide smoothly. “His cock will stretch you, fill you, make you feel complete.” He whispered the last phrase with sensual inflection, caressing her with the words.

  She shook her head, but passion softened her gaze, made her look almost sleepy. “I don’t want this. I’ll never want it.” Her whispered protest no longer sounded sincere, so he didn’t challenge her. Didn’t want to interrupt their progress.

  Watching her closely, he covered her clit with his thumb, applying pressure at random intervals to keep her off-balance. “Give it to me, sweet Katherine. Surrender to my touch.”

  A soft cry tore from her throat and she turned her head aside as her body obeyed the command. Her clit twitched beneath his thumb and her back passage tightened and released, echoing the spasms of her pussy. He prolonged her release with his thumb, then bent and licked her wet flesh, hungry for more of her unique taste.

  “I didn’t scream,” she pointed out when he finally raised his head.

  “Close enough.” His gaze bore into hers as he slowly pulled his finger free of her clingy back passage. He stood and crossed to the utility room concealed behind a sliding door. After washing his hands, he returned to his flushed pupil. “You may have one hour in your cage to rest and refresh. Reflect on this lesson so I won’t need to repeat it.” She started to rise, but he put his foot on the middle of her chest. “‘Thank you, Master J’ is the appropriate response.”

  Defiance sparked in her eyes, but she fought back the impulse. “Thank you, Master J.”

  He removed his foot and motioned toward the door. “Crawl until you are out of my sight.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Her tone wasn’t quite as adoring as it should have been, but it was still progress.

  He watched her crawl across the room. Her pink ass cheeks flexed and swayed with the sawing of her legs. Her breasts jiggled and her inner thighs gleamed from the arousal she’d tried so hard to ignore. He signaled the guard and the door slid open, allowing her to crawl out into the hall.

  The door slid shut again and he adjusted his cock, trying to find a more comfortable arrangement for the engorged flesh. This was go
ing to be more difficult than he’d first thought. Never before had his protective instincts surged so powerfully.

  Lord Trolyn strolled into the room a few minutes later, looking less than pleased. “Keep your fingers, and anything else, out of her ass. I’ve decided to sell her virginity.”

  Jexton tensed, clasping his hands behind his back so Trolyn couldn’t see how tightly they were clenched. “Our agreement was—”

  “I’m aware of our agreement, but I’ve had an inquiry about a possible defilement and she perfectly fits the bill.”

  “My skills are wasted if you intend to strap her down and allow some brute to ram his cock up her ass. The onlookers can’t even see her face during defilement, so why waste my time. She might as well be a sex-bot.”

  “Untrue.” Trolyn waved away Jexton’s concerns. “She’ll be recorded from every angle, so the onlookers can enjoy every scream and grimace.”

  “I won’t be part of rape! You know that.” But he couldn’t just leave her here, knowing the fate this bastard had in mind for her.

  “Calm down. This will be no ordinary defilement. The patron has insisted on a willing pet. He won’t even let me strap her down. And worse, he wants a private exhibition. He reluctantly agreed to a small audience, but will not allow it to be broadcast, so I tripled my usual price. Her auction might have gone higher, but why risk it when this client is willing to pay now.”

  Suspicion tingled down Jexton’s spine. Who would pay triple to limit the audience and prevent other potential owners from bidding on a pet? Most of these stipulations made little sense. “You’ll still need to find another trainer.”

  Trolyn snarled. “I’ll give you triple your usual fee. The patron wants delivery within the week and she has to submit to the defilement willingly. There’s not another trainer in the universe who can accomplish that in four and a half days.”

  “Fear of anal is my best incentive, yet you don’t even want fingers up her ass. How am I supposed to train her when you sabotage me at every turn?”

  The bastard shrugged. “You’ll figure it out or you won’t get paid.”