Tameable (Warrior Masters)

by Kingsley, Arabella

  He laughed and shook his head. The man seemed secretly pleased with my stubbornness.

  Who were these Trians I kept hearing people mention? I squealed when he pulled me up and to him. I felt so small and fragile next to Julian standing over me at the side of the bed in his black suit. It lent strength to his domination of me. He was tall and athletically muscled just like his brother but he seemed a couple of inches taller and his face was thinner. He sported the same sexy designer stubble around his mouth and jaw. The man was as hot looking as his twin brother and as determined for me to accept his help and protection. For a moment he simply held me near him and stroked my cheek.

  “You are very beautiful and so helpless,” he said. His caress was soothing, soft yet he looked down upon me with dark eyes making me both intrigued and fearful. “I know this is frightening, honey, but you are going to have to learn it is our right to protect and school you as Trian males. Female hybrids are special to our race.” He surprised me by brushing my forehead with a kiss and inhaled my skin. Despite my fright, I almost melted. “It has been so long since I was able to hold a Trian female. I will not be denied the comfort of one in my arms any longer. Roman will have to fight to keep you, honey. I don’t give up easily.”

  “Who are the Trians?” I ventured softly. “Why do you keep calling me that?” I asked confused. “You make them sound like something out of Doctor Who. What are they? Aliens?”

  His smile and lack of response had my eyes widening. He lifted my chin and brushed my lips with a kiss.

  “Yes, honey we are. And so are you. Why do think you chose to live here. You wanted to be near your own kind. We will explain everything. You are just a babe ready to be born in to a new world. You need someone to take you in hand and guide you through your birth. Now time for baby’s discipline,” he grinned then took hold of the front of my jeans and undid the belt buckle. I smacked my hands at his arms to stop him. “Don’t worry, baby, I am not going to do anything untoward. I am just going to spank your bare bottom for being a naughty girl for thinking you could protect yourself from a Trian warrior male ready to claim you for his own. Silly girl.”

  “What the—”

  Before I could express my raging disbelief, Julian pulled down my jeans then sat down on the bed. With strength I could not resist, he pulled me over his knee. Julian lifted up thin low cut pink top and without hesitation he pulled down my white cotton panties down to greet my trousers at my knees and exposed my naked bottom. I was mad especially when I felt the curls of my pussy rub against his lap.

  Julian’s fingers stroked the skin of my bare bottom for the briefest of moments and instantly I felt the unexpected heat of desire swirl inside my stomach. I widened my eyes shocked that such a simple reaction could produce a fiery reaction. But it was to be short lived and quickly replaced by blushing humiliation and shame.

  His palm cupped one of my buttocks tenderly, almost lovingly as he braced his arm across my back and pushed down hard but not painfully to hold me in place. I was trapped.

  “Please, don’t hurt me. This is so humiliating. I will do whatever you tell me. Please let me go,” I am ashamed to say I begged.

  I was about to spanked and disciplined by a stranger.

  “No, Amanda. This is for your own good. It won’t hurt too much. I will be gentle on you this time but if you continue to push me by being reckless with your safety then I will take my leather belt to your beautiful rump, baby girl. Make no mistake. This is an important lesson for you to learn,” he patted my bottom as he spoke then gave it a gentle squeeze just before he brought his palm down hard across my bare bottom. “You could have been killed. We Trian warriors are skilled knights, forged from our ancestors on the ancient battlefields of Trianon in service of our monarch, on our planet in the Balan Quadrant of the Andromeda universe, millions of light years from Earth. He could have killed you instantly or violently claimed you as his own.”

  I howled in response shocked and surprised at the sting of the blow and the strange information he was imparting to me. Before I knew it Julian rained several more hard slaps down upon my bottom curving them accurately with a practised stroke to catch the tender backs of my thighs where they met the swell of my buttocks. The pain was hot, searing. Shame burned my face and my tears spilled over. I could do nothing else but lie still and accept my punishment with as much dignity as I could muster. He was so strong and every effort I made to raise myself from his knees was stopped easily. So this was what it felt like to be spanked as a grown woman by a dominant man. A dominant alien man? Maybe I was going mad! The humiliation of being spanked was almost too much to bear.

  Yet my negative feelings were to be crowned with a warmth that made me slick and pliant between my thighs. It was made worse with every blow pushing my pussy down on to Julian’s legs until it ground against them. My clit rubbed against the material of his black suit trousers to the point it was soaked in my milky juice. I became more afraid of the fact I might leave a damp patch against his thigh for him to view with amusement when he had finished disciplining me. The more Julian’s firm unforgiving hand struck my bottom to discipline my waywardness the more I dampened to the point that if he decided to take me I would be prepared for him and obediently willing to his needs.

  Angry and in fact highly disappointed at my feelings I cursed him out loud. The slaps became harder in response until I sobbed begging relief, vainly attempting to placate him with false promises I would be more mindful of my safety and conduct. I was a strong independent woman now and he could not just do this to me. I would be my own counsel regarding my safety and not him. The sooner he learnt that the better. But I had little hopes I would be able to convince him.

  My bare bottom was burning with the strength of a furnace when Julian delivered his final strike and I was sobbing quietly like a punished child. He massaged my bruised cheeks with the heel of his palm to soothe the ache before bending to brush his lips against one of the fleshy mounds. His lips were cool, soft and gentle. My vagina stirred with lustful need again. I had just met the man and here I was forced over his knee with my bare bottom provocatively thrust up in to the air being spanked like a naughty schoolgirl. Shifting uneasily in his lap I tried to conceal my contradictory feelings. Julian had meant to correct me, not to turn me on. He would no doubt find me strange to experience sexual need when he disciplined.

  The door of my bedroom opened. Looking up from my subservient position over Julian’s knee I could see it was Roman.

  “Did you get him?” Julian demanded.

  “Yes, he’s gone. He is the third man we have prevented claiming her. We will need to be more alert. There are more coming, I can feel it. I sensed one of them was the Saliean hybrid abducting women in Peachum. He is trying to establish a psychic bond with Amanda. She must be protected at all costs.”

  There was a murmur of agreement from Julian.

  Roman grinned down at me.

  “How was your first spanking, Amanda?” he asked.

  “Sore,” I said with an indignant voice. “You have no right to do this to me... ”

  “It is for your own good, baby girl,” he told me with warning authority.

  “I have explained the danger and folly of a Trian female trying to protect herself from a Trian warrior,” Julian informed him.

  “Good. Perhaps her punishment will convince her to listen to us. Do you think she is converting just as I suspected?” he asked his brother.

  “I will need to give her a thorough examination but she feels warm over my knee. It is the first sign. The fact the challengers are knocking on her door and our own attraction to her is another blatant sign. We can smell the conversion. It forces us in to action.”

  “It was never this hard to claim a woman back on Trianon. These games and deceptions we have to play. I hate it. If we hadn’t been invaded by the Sailiean Alliance we..."

  “We would have still had our world and our women but we would never have known the joy of human women and t
he hybrids they have produced by joining with us.” Julian smoothed his palm over my sore bare bottom. “They are beautiful, wild and stubborn creatures yet so tameable and brought to mastery quickly if handled correctly. Look at Hadyn and Katrina, you and Elise, your late wife.”

  “Yes, I would not have met Elise. But she is gone now and I must find another.”

  Roman bent down in front of us and reached out to smooth his palm over my sore red buttocks. I gasped at the feeling of coolness against the heat lifting from my bottom. “You are going to have to get used to the feeling of a man’s hand striking your bare bottom. It is the way we Trian men discipline our females and keep them safe.” He smoothed his palm across the full swell of both cheeks and then down to the backs of my thighs.

  “Nice and warm but your spanking has finished yet,” Roman informed me with amusement, bringing his palm down across the backs of my tender thighs hard. I howled when he repeated the action six times. My body writhed and bucked down on Julian’s legs. To my horror the intense pain made me soaking wet between my thighs. The humiliation of both my spanking and by arousal was too much to bear and I began to sob like a baby.

  “I have been so worried about you, Amanda we both have. You are very lucky I am not taking my belt to your bare bottom, sweet girl. You are going to have to get used to the fact that I am in charge now. Trian females must be governed in their protection and disciplined should they dare to question it. It is a male’s right to protect and discipline his female mate.”

  “I am not your mate,” I yelped feeling another blow to the middle of my buttocks. Roman’s spanking was harder. Julian had clearly been lenient. I grit my teeth.

  “No, she is right on that score,” Julian said darkly. My spanking stopped abruptly. I could feel trouble brewing in the sudden silence between the men. I glanced up and saw Julian holding Roman’s wrist in mid hair stopping him from spanking my poor sore bare rump again.

  “Perhaps we should get our swords,” Roman suggested.

  “I have as much right as you to claim her,” Julian answered ready to take him up on the offer of a duel.

  “I am not being claimed by anyone. Let me up. I need to know what is going on. Stop fighting and tell me now,” I ordered.

  More silence followed and then I felt Roman’s hand smoothing over my bottom. Like Julian he bent to kiss my burning flesh. He trailed his finger along the ridge on the back of my thigh just before it began to swell in to my tight buttock. I moved uneasily on Julian’s knee feeling my desire to be taken strengthen.

  “We will tell you everything, darling, just be patient,” Roman told me. His finger moved inwards making me gasp when it made contact with the wetness pooling from my sex and across my thighs. I heard him give a small chuckle.

  “It seems Amanda is painfully aroused from her spanking.”

  “Yes, I know. My trousers legs are wet with it. Beautiful. I think it should be satisfied, don’t you?” His voice was husky. I died with shame.

  “Oh yes. But who is to undertake such a task? You or me,” Roman enquired moving his finger further inside slipping in to the silky wet warmth of my pussy.

  “No one,” I tried to say but I was breathless, especially when Julian slipped a finger inside my pussy to stroke the other curved wet lip to compete with Roman’s caress. I panted knowing I was trapped by my need.

  Julian pinched my clit making me writhe against his legs. His finger moved to my entrance and began to ease its way inside my slick moist channel winning the battle. I whimpered.

  “That’s a good girl,” Roman said, kissing, rubbing and stroking my chastised red bottom seductively. It fuelled my ache. He removed his finger from the side of my pussy and to my shock slipped it in the crease of my buttocks.

  “No, please I have never—” I began breathlessly.

  “Hush, baby girl.”

  He circled the puckered entrance coating me with the juice from his finger moving gently inside. Nobody had ever touched me there, not even my prudish ex-husband. The pain of Roman penetrating the beginnings of my virgin hole with his persistent digit mixed with the pleasure Julian was stoking inside my pussy. I didn’t know what to feel first. All that was clear was that one seemed to be fuelling the other. I bucked against Julian’s finger as he moved another inside me to join with it stretching me just as Julian stretched his finger just inside my anus. To my relief he did not push for full penetration. My nerve endings were on fire moving and elongating as they were forced to submit and surrender to his dominating thrust inside me.

  Julian’s fingers found the rough wall of my vagina and the g-spot finding it easily. I panted loudly as he began to stroke with artful precision. I was trapped and they knew it.

  “Submit to your desire, darling,” Roman urged. “I can feel you resisting but you need the release. It has been a long time since you were taken, honey. Two years I think I heard you say. Just let it come.”

  How did he know that? I said it in my head not to him.

  Both men conspired against me to make me orgasm. I imagined the picture of myself strewn over Julian’s knees, buttocks bared and flaming red as they brought me to heel with an orgasm. I was annoyed at being so vulnerable yet the very idea and the image was intoxicating, bringing me to the brink. I loved the feeling of being dominated by them both. In response I moaned loudly and moved against their fingers. I wanted to surrender and no matter how much my mind screamed at me about what I was doing and how I was a traitor to my new found independence, I wanted to be made to come.

  A sharp strike to the side of my buttocks by Roman and then one from Julian to the curve of my thighs brought me to the brink. Both men continued their punishing assault against me.

  “Come darling. We want to see and feel you coming. You aren’t getting off my knee until you do. Now, baby, now.” Julian’s voice was husky with lust. He gave me two hard slaps in between Roman’s and I screamed my release as it explode out of me. I bucked, writhed, whimpered. Still they continued to spank and thrust their fingers until I rode it to satisfaction.

  Eventually I lay spent in a relaxed delirium of happiness of Julian’s knee. My bottom burned but two years of frustration was beginning to ebb. The men seemed reluctant to remove their fingers and they pulsed them gently as my body fluttered with the aftershock of my orgasm.

  “That was breath-taking, Amanda.” Roman kissed my hair. He gently removed his finger from my anus and gave my bottom a gentle pat. Julian did the same and finally I was being helped to standing. Julian held me against him as he took hold of my underwear and pulled them slowly up over my burning thighs as if he were dressing a child. Then he pulled up my jeans grinning as I smarted when they brushed my sore skin and fastened them.

  I turned to them both rubbing my bottom.

  “Is someone going to tell me what is going on, now?” I asked.

  Chapter Three

  “I wish you had called me when I asked.” Roman gave me a frustrated look. He shook his head and leaned back in the dining room chair taking a gulp of wine. “You don’t realise how much danger you are in. It’s not safe for you to be left alone.” Roman gave me a look that said he was not convinced I was capable of looking after myself. “I will stay here with you tonight.”

  “We will both stay the night.” Julian gave his brother a dark menacing stare. Roman returned it without hesitation making me raise my eyebrows.

  Now don’t get me wrong both men were gorgeous and boy did I want them staying the night but we’d only just met and I’m one of those good boring types who don’t jump into bed on the first date - especially not with two men! And after my spanking and what had followed I wasn’t sure I wanted to let this get out of hand.

  “Amanda, relax. We are not inviting ourselves into your bed,” Julian said with a small laugh, sitting next to me, holding Puzzle in his lap. “I will sleep on your sofa and Roman can take the chair.”

  I gave him a startled look. He wasn’t giving me a choice and I was now sure they could reall
y read my thoughts.

  “I didn’t think for one moment that... ” I blushed and blustered. I was so embarrassed.

  “Not yet anyway,” he added with a grin and a wink.

  I was speechless and decided to change the subject, put them on the spot.

  “When are you going to tell me why I am in danger? And who are the Trians? Are they really bloody aliens,” I demanded with angry disbelief. I shuffled uneasily in my chair feeling the sting of my disciplined bottom as it rubbed against my cotton panties and jeans.

  The brothers looked at each other, but no one said anything. I reached for my bag on the floor ready to call their bluff.

  “If you don’t, I am going to call the police,” I threatened on the verge of losing my temper.

  I pulled out my mobile and began to punch in 999. A tinny dis-embodied voice echoed on the phone asking if I wanted the police or ambulance. I opened my mouth to answer when both men still looked at each other as if having some secret telepathic conversation I wasn’t allowed to hear. But I was to receive the surprise of my life.

  The line suddenly went dead and all power to my phone died. My mobile was snatched out of my hand before I could blink. It flew through the air and Roman caught it elegantly as he stood up on the other side of my round glass dining table.

  My jaw nearly hit the floor.

  “Calling the police is not going to help you, Amanda. They cannot protect you from this.”

  “You will find hard this to digest.” Roman paused eyeing me carefully to judge whether or not I was really ready to listen to what he was about to say. “I know Julian has already told you some of it but I will fill in the gaps.”

  “You are special, different to the other women that you know and I believe a part of you will have always known that.” Roman stopped again flashing a nervous glance at his brother.

  “Unfortunately there are some men in this world who wish to possess you because of your wonderful difference and others who want to tear you apart for it,” he informed me in his warm gentle voice. ‘Let me explain.’