His Untamed Mate (Swarii Mates Book 1)

by Korey Mae Johnson

  She looked up at him with her watery eyes, horrified. “But… But…”

  “We’re not done,” he informed, and pointed sternly to the tub again. “Bend.”

  Graham opened the suitcase as he watched her slowly bend over the tub, her toes barely touching the floor. She gave a loud sob or two, frightened and miserable.

  “Please, just forgive me!” she cried when he leaned over her and turned on the water. He wondered if she knew what was next. Spankings he knew she’d had before he came around, but he wasn’t very certain about any aspects of human culture. He didn’t know what was normal to her, but this was par for the course for an especially naughty Swarii female.

  “I forgive you,” he told her, which was true. He had forgiven her nearly instantaneously, as frustrated and exasperated as he was with her. But he had been scared, most of all. And he didn’t want to be scared again. He filled the bag in his hands. “I’m just disciplining you, sweetheart.”

  “Please stop it!” she begged, in a way someone with a much, much redder bottom would.

  “This is for your own good, Eleanor,” he replied as he put a little bit of lubricant on his finger. He walked over with the prepared enema and then reached between her round, squirming bottom cheeks and rubbed the lube onto her little puckered anus.

  * * *

  Ellie’s whole body went rigid and her face quickly became just as red as her bottom. This was not okay. “No, no!” she pleaded, desperately trying to push herself up into standing.

  “Eleanor!” he barked, pushing her back down with his forearm.

  Miserable, she squeaked and whined in discomfort when she felt his lubed finger delve into her tight bottom hole. “Please, please…” she begged, unable to believe that he had found a way to ramp up the punishment beyond such a spanking. But her whining did no good. His finger retracted and in its place came a hard, plastic tube, a nozzle of some sort.

  The beginning part of the nozzle was smaller than his finger. But as he pressed it farther in, she realized it was stretching her bottom hole wider and wider. The ring of her anus began to burn and sear with the stretching. “Nooo!” she groaned past her clenched teeth.

  “You’re okay,” Graham cooed at her as he watched her body try to clench and repel the object from her. He wouldn’t let it. “Relax like a good girl.” She could not be further from ‘relaxed’ if she tried. She continued to stubbornly clench down on the nozzle.

  He gave her a quick, stern slap across one bottom cheek. “Relax,” he ordered.

  She sobbed, but slowly forced herself to relax, letting the nozzle get deeper and deeper inside of her. Finally, she felt something warm with a soapy sort of burn fill her bowels. She gasped and tried to stand up and get away again, but Graham held her where she was.

  “Please, please let me up. Make it stop,” she pleaded, becoming quite concerned that she was going to have an accident—she certainly felt a sense of urgency. She wondered if she had ever been so fully exposed and on display. She hadn’t even realized that it was possible to be this humiliated in front of only one person.

  Not even Jazeel had ever done this to her. It was said that Peyton would give a punishment enema every now and then at the palace, but she had never seen one. She had barely believed the rumors at the time, but she now understood why the punishment had been mentioned with such trepidation.

  “I know it doesn’t feel very good, little one. But as my mother used to say, ‘A good cleansing never hurt anyone.’”

  Ellie took that moment to hate Graham’s dead mother. Obviously she had never actually had a cleansing. No one could say that it didn’t hurt. The cramping alone was miserable, let alone the pain due to the stretching of her anus.

  It seemed she was bent over forever, even after the entire contents of the enema bag had flowed into her. It took so long that she wondered if it was poetic justice for how sick she had made Fie—he’d been sick for hours and hours, and although she didn’t actually have the nozzle in for anywhere near that long, it certainly seemed like it.

  Finally, she felt Graham slowly pull out the nozzle, and there was the numbing sensation of her anus being relieved of pressure. The cramping seemed even worse as she tried to hold the soapy liquid inside of her. “You can go relieve yourself now,” he said.

  She stood up and walked to the toilet, but then looked up at him like she was very surprised, and very confused, to see him still standing there. “Can I have… a moment?” she begged, her teeth still gritted.

  “No. This is a punishment enema—you don’t get the luxury of privacy here, just do your business so we can finish up.”

  She swallowed and whined like a little unhappy Chihuahua, but eventually gave up and gently lowered herself onto the toilet seat. She didn’t look at him—not even his feet—as the soapy fluid in her bowels left her body.

  She put her head in her hands. It was the most embarrassing moment of her life.

  Ellie couldn’t imagine a way that the moment could get any worse. But then, after he made her stand up and then cleaned her like a small child, he bent her back over the tub. At this point, her knees were shaking. She couldn’t believe that the punishment wasn’t over. “Please, I’m sorry. I’ll never do anything remotely stupid for the rest of my life. I swear! I’ll do anything you like, anything you want, anything, anything!”

  “Relax. This is just a test Fie suggested,” he explained, but he didn’t seem very sympathetic to her sobbing. “This goes fast.”

  Before she could ask what kind of ‘test,’ she felt something metallic, smooth, and very cold rubbed against her clitoris. Ellie cried out when she felt it, embarrassed by how swollen her little nub was, how tender she felt. Her flesh nearly throbbed. But then the smooth phallus-like object pressed into her. Once it was deep in her vagina, she felt it begin to expand. Her toe scraped against the floor, but Graham pushed her forward and held her in place by putting one of his large hands around her thigh.

  She felt the cold object continue growing larger, even as it remained deep inside her, and she groaned nervously. But suddenly, the machine beeped. Slowly, it returned to normal size, and Graham pulled it out. He hummed and she heard him squiggle something on his electronic tablet. Then she heard him put that down and she felt him rummaging around for something else.

  Then she felt his warm fingers pressing into her bottom again, re-lubing the entrance. “Please, no… I’ll be good, I’ll be good, I’ll be good…” she said quietly, when she realized what he was doing. She was being tested for elasticity—she remembered Fie joking that he’d do it himself but she wouldn’t like it. But she hadn’t realized that there was an actual device out there that could test how much she could be stretched during sex, and now that device was inside her.

  At first the device was about equal in size to the enema nozzle, but it grew rapidly to the size of the anal plug with which Jazeel had punished her. Again, there was a beeping sound, and the pressure subsided.

  She took a deep breath, hoping that was all over, but then a plastic, smooth, room-temperature object pressed against her bottom’s entrance. It was lubed, but she still clenched her bottom tightly when it tried to penetrate.

  Graham sighed. “Eleanor, the sooner this is done, the sooner it’ll be over,” he reasoned, obviously feeling the resistance from her clenched anus.

  “You’re not putting a plug in me!” she sobbed defiantly.

  “You need to be stretched to accommodate my girth, Eleanor,” he replied wearily.

  She gasped. “I don’t want to accommodate your girth! Ohh!” she squeaked miserably as he continued to push it into her. It was slender near the tip, but the further he pushed it in, the more the tender ring of her anus stretched. “Eeeep!” came her shrill squeak, and her hand went back to stop him.

  He caught her hand and began to pull out the plug gently. He did that again—pushed it all the way in, and pulled it all the way out.

  She cried at how ashamed she was—she never wanted Graham to
see this much of her, all her most shameful parts. The parts she’d learned to keep under cover since childhood. Now she was writhing against an anal plug slightly larger than the one Fie had used on her, the one that had made her so miserable. Her pussy continued to throb. She brought her head up, suddenly feeling her muscles all lock.

  She screamed again, but this one was shallower, more guttural. She was having an orgasm. Her body was shaking in violent jerks, but Graham held down her waist and continued pressing the plug in and out of her. Her scream turned into a groan that turned into a moan, which turned into breathy pants.

  Finally, she was silent again, a victim of his continued movements until finally, he pulled out the plug. She immediately gave out a heavy, relieved sigh, but then she continued sobbing as she curled her toes pathetically against the cold floor.

  Her legs were shaking and she just wanted to sink into the floor and die. She recognized the inane cliché of what had happened… She was taken on board a mothership and probed by a giant alien. His large hands pulled her onto her feet and walked her back into the bedroom and over to the corner, where he put her bottom back on display to the empty room and then took her hands and placed them on top of her head.

  “Don’t move,” he instructed, and then he walked back into the bathroom.

  She leaned into her corner and sniffled, listening to the sounds of Graham cleaning off his instruments, then the sound of him scribbling up a report, probably sending the results right over to Fie, who no doubt had been smiling earlier simply because he knew what awaited her when they got to the ship.

  Eventually, she heard the door of the bathroom open. She pressed herself further into the corner as she felt Graham’s eyes on the back of her neck. “Do you understand what you need to do from now on?” he asked flatly. She didn’t answer, only sniffled. “Eleanor? What do good girls do?”

  It sounded utterly pedantic, and she didn’t respond. He put his hand on her arm and slowly turned her around to face him. He put a thick finger under her chin and lifted her gaze up to him. “They obey their mates, don’t they?”

  Even though she felt miserable and thoroughly punished, she was also angry, humiliated, and hurt. He seemed to be able to read that in her face, because he was blinking thoughtfully at her expression. She imagined that it was the expression of someone who suddenly realized that they weren’t married to Prince Charming; they were married to someone who would punish disobedience thoroughly.

  “They obey,” she said finally, despite her sour emotions, her voice quiet and raspy, as if her throat was sore. The part of her that submitted to Graham upon mating to him was trying to tug her in the right direction; she could feel it. Just crawl up into the fetal position, that annoying new submissive side was saying. Apologize again. Promise to be a good girl. You want to be a good girl, anyway. You don’t want him angry with you. She nearly shook her head in response. No, no. She wasn’t sorry. She had just been sloppy with her execution, she decided. She’d never be so sloppy again. “I can’t believe you punished me so much,” she rattled quietly, her body trying to shrink out of his hold.

  “It’s because I care about you, woman! And I don’t want to pluck your corpse off the floor in the future because you don’t succeed in being clever that day,” he said, letting go of her body quickly and crossing the room with exasperation. “It’s not because I’m sadistic. Trust me, I’d rather just hump the living daylights out of you. That’s what I feel like doing,” he divulged. He then leaned forward threateningly, raising his eyebrows. “But I can’t. Unless you want to be stretched some more? Because as soon as ‘bad girl’ sex is available, don’t think I won’t use it.”

  Her cheeks flushed again. She couldn’t imagine his cock fitting up her bottom. She couldn’t imagine anything bigger at all going up there. If anyone had asked her earlier, she would have said that she didn’t think the latest plug could go up there, either. She stared at the floor, angry but not wanting to be punished further—she felt sore all over, inside and out, already.

  “Our relationship isn’t normal, is it?” she grumbled. “No way would an actual Swarii woman be okay with anything you just did to me.”

  “Of course she would. She’d probably have seen it coming a little better than I guess you did,” he admitted. “Because this is pretty common… My father suggested I keep the plug in for a few hours, but it’s your first anal punishment, and since Jazeel did something similar, I—”

  “Jack suggested that?” she interrupted, horrified. “Why is he evil? I thought he liked me!”

  “He already loves you, Eleanor. You can tell,” Graham assured, stepping close to her to put his hands on her arms and rub them soothingly. “When he and my mother had the Union, she was quite a handful, supposedly. He just wants to spread the wealth of his wisdom… Like he always does…” He grinned, as if he had just made an inside joke that she was going to soon understand.

  Ellie felt the edges of her mouth going up—for some reason, even with her ass throbbing inside and out, the obvious fact that Graham thought of his father as his biggest rival amused her. She didn’t want Graham to see her smile, however, so she pressed her face into his chest.

  He pressed her tighter to him. “Are you giving me affection, or are you cold?” he finally asked after letting her hug him in silence for a while. “Either one’s fine. But if you’re cold, I know a way that we can warm you up…”

  Ah, sexual references. She had wondered, deep down, how long Graham could go after shoving things up her vagina and anus before he restarted the sexual festivities. The strange thing was, she wanted it, too. Through the burning and soreness, she was still somehow aroused. Maybe it was his smell that kept her from being angry with him for too long—he smelt so good…

  “As long as you don’t share the details with your father,” she replied simply, craning her neck to look up at him. “Or ask for his advice afterward.”

  “I couldn’t agree more,” he purred, settling his large hands on her bottom, which felt sore to the touch. But this soreness wasn’t altogether unpleasant… it was warming and caused her loins to slowly come to life. “I plan to explore you enough that people will be lining up to ask me advice on how one thoroughly makes love to one’s mate.”

  “So, you plan to be a professional in this?” she purred, her cheeks suddenly blushing with lust instead of embarrassment.

  “Well, I need to study first,” he smirked, and pulled her over to the chair he had sat on during her spanking earlier. “Come sit on my lap, you naughty girl. We have research to do.”

  Epilogue

  Three months later…

  Peyton watched Ellie shuffle slowly into the officers’ lounge. It must have been obvious to him that she was mentally tired from learning the Swarii language, because he probably was too, even though she had gotten much more fluent than he had after three months. But any sort of meeting took its toll on her.

  It was the middle of the afternoon but, even though Ellie had mocked Graham when he suggested she should start taking afternoon naps, there she was, hitting the sofa in the officers’ lounge like it was a featherbed.

  “Hey, kitten,” Peyton said, surprisingly in Swarii. Her brain ached when she listened to it.

  “Hmmph…” she grumbled back dreamily, crossing her arms under her chin as a makeshift pillow.

  “Kitten?” Peyton prompted her gently.

  “Yes?” she said, annoyed.

  “The boss is coming down here. Supposedly he’s got big news for you,” he said quietly.

  She rolled over and stretched her arms wearily underneath her head. “I don’t know about you, but it seems like whenever I get ‘big news,’ it means Fie just wants to shove something up my ass. So excuse me for not bouncing with excitement.”

  “Well, this is gonna be far from a shot in the ass. Your mechanic command test scores just came in…” Peyton acknowledged. “So, respect should be forthcoming.”

  Her eyes shot open wide. “Test? I didn’t
take any engineering tests.”

  “Yeah, well, didn’t Thorton ask you to change the radiator with only a masstedion and a pair of tweezers?” Peyton asked with a shrug.

  “He didn’t ask. He mentioned the radiator needed to be fixed, and bet me his dessert portion for a week that I couldn’t fix it with just a masstedion and a pair of tweezers,” she replied, her brow crimped in confusion. “I think that’s why I’m so tired. I cannot eat cake for lunch, man. Puts me in a coma, especially after I’ve been speaking Swarii all morning—my brain hurts right now…” She shook her head and tried to focus. “But that was a test?”

  “Thorton’s idea. He really wants you as his assistant…” Peyton said cheerily, as if he figured Ellie would be flattered.

  Instead, Ellie snorted. “He should be my assistant. I invented the damn Fledge system, didn’t I?” Why the Swarii had decided to call her system for intercepting Frian signals the ‘Fledge’ was completely beyond her, but in any case it had been a sensation. However, the fact that the spy device was created by a mostly human had definitely been kept out of the spotlight, and therefore Ellie felt that she hadn’t gotten the proper amount of pats on the back.

  “I think the fact you did it in a way that would make a boy scout drool was more impressive than the actual invention to them.”

  “That’s weird, though. Isn’t it? To regard the process more than the invention?”

  “Well, it was a pretty simple invention, Ellie,” Peyton shrugged. “I mean, look at the simple stuff that has changed our lives, like can openers. Did you know people used tin cans for fifty years before somebody thought of the can opener? Until then, they just went at it with a big hammer to get the damn food out. You did that—you created the can opener—faster, better, more efficient, and when the Swarii looked at what you made, they couldn’t believe they didn’t think of it themselves. And that’s what they’re impressed by: you created somethin’ they didn’t. They have a really strange way of lookin’ at things… And doin’ things…”