by Rebel West
His eyes narrow. “Perhaps your behavior has caused circumstances to change.” His voice is smooth. “Decide.”
I approach so closely that I can feel the heat from his body. Between his thighs, I feel small and, strangely, protected.
“Very good choice.” His eyes glitter. “Undress.”
I hesitate.
“Perhaps you need assistance?” he offers, tugging me to him by grabbing my ass. “I’m happy to help.”
Chapter Thirteen
His fingers are nimble, and he teases me as he undoes the buttons, stroking the skin that’s revealed as each button pops open. I hiss and gasp at the touch, and when he slides the fabric from my shoulders, letting it drop to the floor while his palms linger on my skin, I close my eyes. “Lock.”
“Look at me.” His voice is firm, and I obey. “Good.” He smiles. “You’re beautiful, Cali.”
My face gets hots. “Thank you.”
He pulls me closer and ducks his head down, sucking one nipple through my bra until it peaks, hard and wet through the fabric, and I moan. “Lock.”
“No. While I discipline you, you may call me Master.”
“Why would I do that?”
“Because I asked you to.” His voice is low and smooth, but holds more than a trace of determination. “Because I am a prince here on Luminar, a ruler of this land and you are a visitor under my detention. That is why you will undress for your spanking and call me Master.”
“Master.” I try it out and feel new arousal between my thighs.
“Now these.” He pulls at the waist of my slacks, and helps me take them off. When I’m standing in front of him nearly naked, he growls and reaches between my thighs, his fingers sensuous and teasing. “You’re wet for me, Cali. I heard that Earth women get wet like this. Fuck, I like it.”
“Luminarian women... don’t?” I can’t concentrate with his hands doing things to my body.
“Not so fast. Not like this. You smell good.” He stands and picks me up, depositing me on the bed, and opens my thighs with his hands. Then he gets to his knees in front of me. “I need to taste you.”
He flicks his tongue at the gusset of my panties, and I cry out at the sensation, grabbing his hair. It’s thick and soft, springy. He pulls the fabric aside and tongues my bare skin, and I writhe into his mouth, needing more. “Lock. Master. God.”
He thrusts his tongue into me and I nearly detonate because his tongue vibrates, and as he flickers it over my clit and into my pussy, over and over, I can barely hold back my orgasm.
But he must sense it, because he snaps, “No. You will come when I allow it.”
I almost sob when he pulls away from my body, because I was so close. And when he stands up and smiles at me, my juices on his lips, I whimper. But he merely sits down, spreads his thighs, and pulls me over his lap. “And before you get to come, there’s the matter of your punishment.”
But the way he says the word punishment makes it feel more like the reward itself. I just wish I didn’t have to wait. If the hard bulge pressing into my belly is any indication, he doesn’t want to wait, either. I stretch sinuously along his body, rubbing myself on his legs. “Lock, are you sure a spanking is what you really want right now? I can think of better things for us to do. Master.” My voice, low and throaty, turns me on even further, thinking of what he might do with his alien cock.
He presses one hand against my buttocks. “You’re not getting out of this, and if you try to do it again, I’ll get out my punishment strap. Is that what you want?”
“No!” I squeak, surprised and a little scared at the mention of a strap.
“It’s a nice, thick leather strap, Dr. Taylor. It raises quite a sting. I imagine you’d prefer my hand. Yes?”
“Please, just your hand. I’m sorry,” I beg, although the idea is entirely arousing. But it’s more fun to pretend I don’t want it.
“My hand it is, then.”
I wait for the first spank, but the moment stretches out, unbearably long. “What are you waiting for?” I demand, shifting on his lap.
“You’re going to ask me to spank you. If you don’t ask, I won’t do it.” He bends down and his breath tickles my neck.
“I…”
“I’m waiting.” His voice holds a touch of humor, but also iron. “Tell me what you want, Cali.” His runs his fingertips over my buttocks, sending wild spikes throughout my pelvis. “And call me Master when you do.” He’s so confident.
“Please... spank me, Master.” The humiliating words made pleasure spike and I gasp at the arousal I feel from just uttering them.
“Very well.” He raises his palm and brings it down with a loud crack.
“Ow!” The sudden sting surprises me, and although it doesn’t really hurt, I cry out anyway.
“Shh. That was just the first one.” He slaps me again, then rubs my skin. “We’re just getting started.”
“Ouch.” I try to pull away, but he holds me in place effortlessly.
He begins spanking evenly, first one cheek, then the other. Sometimes he spanks two or three times in the same spot, making the sting harder.
At first I shift and squeak on his lap, murmuring little ouches and “no’s!” even though I like it. It hurts in a good way, and the growing burn makes my desire stronger. He slowly increases the intensity of the spanks, and soon I’m wiggling harder across his lap.
At one especially hard spank, I wail out, “Lock! Ow. It hurts.”
“Good. It’s supposed to hurt.” His voice holds satisfaction. “Relax your muscles, Dr. Taylor. Keep your bottom loose. Don’t clench up. I want to see my hand dent into your soft flesh, and I want to see your ass jiggle while I spank you. If you clench up from now on, I will repeat the spank.”
I gasp and moan at the way he just called me “Dr. Taylor.” Somehow that pop of formality in the middle of this intimacy makes our encounter that much more illicit. I fucking love it.
He punctuates this with a flurry of hard slaps that has me moaning. “But it hurts more. It hurts more that way. Ouch!” The thing is, I like this kind of pain. I didn’t know if I would, but I do.
I try to twist away; even though I don’t really want him to stop, it’s automatic. He prevents me from moving and gives me a few hard smacks across the thighs.
“Ow,” I manage, grabbing at his strong calves. “Lock, please. I am so sorry. Enough.”
He stops, then, and I feel a mixture of relief and disappointment. Is that all?
But even as I’m speaking, he grabs the sides of my panties and begins to roll them down my thighs. “Lift up, Dr. Taylor, so I can take these off,” he orders. “I’m going to spank you on the bare ass, now, for the second half of your punishment.”
I want my panties off, but the exquisite humiliation of the moment has me clenching my thighs reflexively. He slaps them, right where they meet my buttocks, until I relent. “Ouch, stop, you can take them off.”
I lift up my hips and he slides down the fabric, and the feel of his fingers, the eroticism of the moment, me lifting up my body to his hands, makes a flash of arousal burst through my pelvis. I suck in a breath, dying to have him touch me, stroke me.
For a second I think he’s going to do it. His hands linger on my thighs, rubbing and stroking the redness he’s brought to my skin. “I’m not going to hurt you beyond what you can take,” he murmurs. “It’s going to be sore, but not unbearable. Just enough to teach you a lesson about listening to me.”
But instead of more spanks, his hands continue to explore my thighs and buttocks, rubbing gentle swirls and circles on my skin, straying closer to the place I’m dying for his touch. I let my thighs part further, hoping to entice him. I’m so wet now, even more than before—if he liked that, he’ll go crazy now.
“Fuck, Cali,” he swears. “You’re…” He breaks off. “I need to finish this,” he says. “Keep your thighs a little wider. More.” I inch my legs apart as much as I can on his lap. “Yes, like that. Stay that way and don�
��t close them. I want to make sure I cover every part of your ass this time.”
I suck in a breath and then he starts spanking, harder than before, and more deliberately. He spanks hard, waits a second, then spanks again the same spot, and again. And just when I’m about to cry out from the pain and sting, he switches to the other side and repeats it there. I’m unable to move, held down by his strong grip, and soon my ass is stinging far more than before.
“Lock!” I wail, not sure if this is real or pretend, not sure if I care. “Please! I’m sorry.”
He spanks five times, hard and fast on my thighs. “Remind me why I’m punishing you.”
“Because I, ow! Because I, ow, went out alone against your orders. I’m, ow, sorry!”
“And will you do it again?” Another set of hard spanks has me seeing stars. But God, the feeling in my clit and pussy is phenomenal. How is it possible that such a sting can get me so aroused?
“No! I won’t! I swear.”
“Good.” But he doesn’t stop spanking; instead he increases the pace and lands a series of hard, fast slaps all over my ass.
“Lock, please!” This time I think I’m really done, and he must sense it from my tone.
“Okay.” He rubs my ass gently, then picks me up and sits me on his lap. My ass stings against the fabric of his pants but he holds me firmly, not letting me wiggle around. “You took your punishment. Good girl.”
“I’m not a good girl,” I manage through gritted teeth, trying not to shift and exacerbate the burn.
He laughed. “No, you’re not really, are you?”
“That’s not what I meant.” Frustrated, I pull back and try to leave his lap.
He holds me in place. “Shhh. Relax for a minute. Sit here and feel the sting. I want you to feel it burning for a while and remember why I did that, and why you accepted it.”
“For a while? It’s going to hurt for a week.” I sniff and try to reach back to rub my ass, but he stops my hand.
“No. No rubbing, or I put you right back over my lap for another session. Do you want that?”
“No.” I pull my hand away. I don’t think he really will, but just in case, I obey. The wicked part is that the threat makes me squirm on his thighs, needy for his cock. “It just stings.”
“I know. And I’m glad it does. That is what I wanted to do to your ass. And it’s going to sting like that for a while, and you’re going to feel it until it dies down all by itself, without any rubbing at all. Is that clear? You rub once, I put you back for another spanking. And it will be just as long and hard.”
“Yes.” Even worse than not rubbing is the need between my thighs. I’m going to die if he doesn’t fuck me soon.
“It won’t hurt for a week,” he promises. “It will sting a few segs, at most. Next sun you’ll feel it when you sit, and that way you won’t forget your promise to obey me. And you know what?”
“What?” My stomach lurches as I look up at him, because he’s lowered his voice to a stern tone.
“Next sun, when I see you, you are going to thank me for spanking you for your disobedience, and you are going to tell me how your ass feels, and if it’s still sore. You’re going to tell me that because it’s nice and sore, you will remember being spanked, and you won’t disobey again. Is that clear?”
“But I…”
“And if you don’t, I will spank you again. Just like this.” He gives me a warning glance. “I know it won’t injure you, so I am not at all opposed to doing it again. You’ll be far more sore, though, so you might not want the results.”
I slide my thighs open. “Lock.”
“That’s Master,” he corrects, but his voice is low and sexy now.
“Master,” I whisper.
“Fuck, Cali, hearing you say that has me—” His fingers stray down my thighs. “But we can’t.”
“Why not?”
“Because there’s no time right now.”
“No time?” I narrow my eyes at him. “What does that mean, exactly?”
“Pull up your panties and get dressed,” he orders. “Now we will have dinner. I will take you to dine with my brother so you may observe him and speak with him further. If you don’t break any rules between now and this sundown, I will finish what we started here.”
“Lock.” I want to say fuck you. I want to grab him and toss him onto the bed. But his gaze makes me weak inside, and already my mind shifts back to work: Maxxon. His illness. The short time frame to figure it out.
I hurry to dress, wanting to rub my still-stinging cheeks. But as I slip my panties over the swell of my lower buttocks, he reminds me, “Remember, don’t rub away the burn. Let it linger. I will be watching you, and if you rub once during dinner, I will personally escort you back to these chambers, undress you, and repeat the spanking you just received… except I’ll add the strap.”
“I won’t rub.” I blink rapidly. “But how will I concentrate on work if my butt hurts so much?”
Chapter Fourteen
He frowns. “It shouldn’t be that sore.” He barks a command at his wrist guard and seems to be looking up something, because a holo screen shimmers in front of his eyes, although the privacy barrier prevents me from seeing the details. “Hmmm. Apparently human skin and pain receptors are more sensitive than Luminarian.” He sighs. “I apologize. One minute.”
From the replicator in the corner, he obtains a small tube of cream.
“Panties back down,” he orders. “And I want you over my lap. I’m going to help reduce the sting with this numbing, healing cream.”
I obey, and a moment later I sigh as his fingers make contact with my heated flesh, rubbing in a lotion that provides an immediate soothing sensation, nearly taking away the burn.
“Better?” he asks, when I’m standing again, his face softer. “Be honest with me. How much did it hurt before I applied the cream? Could you really not have concentrated on work?”
I bite my lip. “I probably would have been fine physically, because the burn was already starting to subside. But mentally? You doing this? It made me a hundred times better, because it was—thoughtful. Now I feel like I can focus.” The smile I give him comes from somewhere deep inside me, a place that hasn’t been open for a long time.
“So your ass was okay the way it was?”
He frowns and I reach back to grab my cheeks, remember that I’m not supposed to touch, and cross my arms. “I could have focused, but it stung. Now it stings less.”
“I don’t want you to be in pain, Cali. Just a good solid burn as a reminder.” He bites my neck. “And a promise for later.”
I flush. I’m so wet and needy I can barely stand it. But it’s time to focus.
“Please take a few seccs to prepare yourself, and then we will leave, yes?”
When I’m ready, he offers his arm. “Now, let us go. Maxxon will be in his private dining room. We’ve been dining alone lately, and the excuse has been that he’s busy with state work regarding the human scientific delegations. The truth is that his condition is worsening to the point where we can only allow a few trusted staff members to interact with him.” He scowls. “And citizens are starting to gossip, rumors are spreading. Just a little, but it will take but a single match to light his whole reputation on fire.”
He leads me down a new hallway, which he opens with his holo commands. “These are our personal family quarters, so nobody unexpected will appear. You may talk freely with me here, and with Maxxon.”
Maxxon smiles when he sees us, then grimaces, and I realized he is going into a twitching spasm. His lip jerks uncontrollably for about twenty seconds, then stops. He coughs. “Dr. Taylor, thank you for join… ing me.” He speaks carefully, enunciating each syllable. “I am… tonight I am…” He growls and runs his hands through his hair, and I notice that his left hand sustains a noticeable tremor, and that his pinky is twitching nearly continuously. “Fuck,” he snaps. “I’m sorry.”
He strides away for a moment and stands at a window, r
ubbing his face with both hands, possibly trying to calm the twitches.
I shoot a glance at Lock and the anguish on his face spears me. “It’s okay,” I say in an undertone. “We’re going to figure this out.”
“Who? You and me?” His voice is scornful. “I know nothing about medicine but what I’ve learned since my brother fell ill. And you… a human, one who can’t even follow the rules. It’s a fool’s mission.”
I bite back my retort, understanding that his response comes from a place of frustration. “Like you said, you have the best doctors. Maybe I’ll be able to ask a question or spur a line of thought that will lead to a breakthrough. And I do have his muscle and tissue samples in the lab and I’m going to try a few experiments mimicking something I’ve been working on back on Earth, some novel techniques. I asked your doctors and they don’t have anything like it yet. So I have hope that I can learn something, Lock. At least I’ll try my best.” I touch his arm.
He nods. “Thank you.” His voice is still hard, but he touches my hand on his arm and squeezes.
* * *
When the dessert comes, a silky pie that smells like caramel and burnt sugar, I ask, “Your Highness Maxxon, you’re not—mated? Married is the word we use on Earth.”
He shakes his head. “I’m not. Sirene forbid it—I’d make a terrible partner, always buried in my work.” He sighs. “Although sometimes I think…” He breaks off. “Perhaps someday. After this is figured out.” He holds up his hands.
“I think you’d make quite a catch.” I just hope we can figure out what ails him before it’s too late.
“As would you.” The crown prince winks at me. “Is that the right motion? You do the eye flicker on your planet, yes?”
I giggle. “Exactly right.”
“Well, I find it hard to imagine that you are unmated as well,” he says generously, although something in his eye makes me think it’s not an entirely hollow compliment. “You are lovely and clever.”
