Her Alien Masters (Captives of Pra'kir Book 3)

by Renee Rose

“That is a temporary security measure and one that will eventually be discarded.” He turned back to his news.

  “When?”

  “Just as soon as I can trust you. Five… perhaps ten years from now.”

  Five or ten years? Her temper spiked again. “Maybe if I knew I was going to be treated fairly in a place that isn’t another prison, I’d be more willing to be trustworthy.”

  He stared at her for so long she began checking the open stretch of rail ahead of them.

  “Do you want me to drive?” she offered.

  “No.”

  “Then would you? One fiery crash per lifetime is enough for anybody.” She settled back in her seat, fidgeting with the cuffs, twisting her wrists until it felt as if the rough plastic edges were cutting into them. “Watch the road.”

  “We aren’t going to crash, fiery or otherwise,” Rowth soothed again. “It’s all perfectly automated, and I’m not taking you to another prison. I’m taking you to my home.”

  “Can I leave?” she demanded.

  “No.”

  “Then it’s a prison. Watch the road.”

  “I don’t need to ‘watch the road’,” Rowth said, not quite rolling his eyes. “The shuttle can handle itself.”

  “If that were true, it wouldn’t come with controls. If you can’t trust your own car, what hope do I have?”

  “Why do I feel you are trying to start an argument with me?”

  “Oh, I don’t know,” Brinley said, too busy clutching the handle to notice the warning in his frown. “Maybe because you drugged me, you’re holding me prisoner, and now you’re trying to scare the shit out of—watch the damn road! Oh my God, slow down!” Was it her imagination or did she really just feel the car come off the rails on that last corner? “You’re trying to kill me, you sadistic—”

  “Watch your tone.” Releasing the controls, Rowth sat back in his seat far enough to face her fully. “You are fine. You are safe. But you might not be if you speak to me like that again. Let me explain something you seem not to have realized. I am the only person responsible for your current and future wellbeing, and there are consequences associated with trying to upset me for no good reason.”

  “No good reason?” Letting go of the handle, Brinley shook her bound wrists at him. “Think about it carefully. No good reason?”

  “Nobody upsets me,” Rowth replied. “Think about that carefully. Nobody. Not one person on the whole of this planet.”

  She gave him a toothy, unamused smile. “Not anymore.”

  “Do you want me to take you to the cellar first thing when we get home?” He said it as if it were a threat. “Because if you do, I have an old barrel that you may well find yourself stretched over before the night is out.”

  Her smile vanished even as her eyebrows rose. “What, like stretched on a rack? What comes next, flogging? Waterboarding? Are you going to stick an anal pear up my ass and see how wide you can open it before I scream?”

  His expression underwent the most subtle change, drifting from unreadable to damned unreadable, but with a touch of approval. “So, your people have a precedent.”

  “Only if you’re Torquemada.” When he only blinked at her, she grudgingly supplied, “He was a Grand Inquisitor several hundred years ago.”

  “Inquisitor?”

  “A religious torturer during the Spanish Inquisition.”

  Shifting in his chair, Rowth put his hands back on the vehicle’s control stick. “My translator is having difficulties with much of what you say, but I am not your Torquemada. However, magistrates do often make inquiries, so I suppose that does make me an inquisitor of a sort.” He studied the rail ahead of them. “And I am rather grand.” She stared at him, silent in her incredulity, until he added, “You’d do well to keep that in mind, too, before you go deliberately seeking ways to prick my temper.”

  “I don’t know what I was thinking,” she deadpanned.

  He shrugged. “You’re an alien, a female, and incredibly young. For a short time, at least, I am willing to be both patient and stern while you learn how best to mold yourself to our ways and become a productive member of society.”

  Binding Brinley

  The only member of the SS Reconnaissance not to reach the shuttle in time, Brinley Lawson never thought she’d survive the crash. Nobody expected her to survive the healing process either, but now, in the home of the same magistrate who tried and found her guilty of crimes against Pra’kir, Brinley knows only that she can’t stay any more than she can leave. However, if he thinks she’ll blindly obey any command he makes, then he can think again. His punishments might leave her body aching, both with pain and sensual arousal, but Brinley has never been a woman to blindly submit to anyone, much less an alien lawyer.

  Everyone is guilty of something. That is the motto dominant Rowth Lashat lives by and he doesn’t consider the diminutive human female lying battered and broken in her hospital bed to be any different. Not until she issues that first irresistible challenge and suddenly he finds his authority being pricked at every turn. Still, it’s not her constant defiance that forces him to bend the rules, bringing her into his home, into his care… and even into his bed. It’s something much more important. Though winning her submission calls to him, it’s Brinley’s cooperation that Rowth needs. Hopefully, before it’s too late.

  She survived the crash.

  He’ll make her wish she hadn’t.

  Captives of Pra’kir.

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  Captives of Pra’kir, Book 2

  Mated Against Her Will

  By

  Dinah McLeod

  Excerpt:

  Her brow furrowed as she scowled at him. “Well, you know what, I don’t want you to spank me, not for pleasure, or anything else. Maybe I did, but I don’t anymore. You’re arrogant to think that every woman must want you. You’re arrogant, and you’re a jackass.”

  He listened to her angry tirade until she stopped. She was still glaring at him, and breathing hard, her nostrils flaring. Still, he found her insatiably attractive. He never would have thought he would enjoy being yelled at—indeed, no woman on his planet had ever dared—and maybe it was simply because he was thinking of spanking her pale, gorgeous ass again, but somehow, her little speech just made his cock harder. He had to have her.

  “Go get me a switch from that tree over there,” he instructed as he pointed. He was careful not to let his voice betray his feelings of desire.

  “Fine,” she snapped. She whirled around and took three steps toward the tree before spinning to face him again. “You know what? No. I will not. I’m tired of you acting like I’m some…some animal you have to tame! I will not be treated like this, and I am not going to fetch an implement for you to beat me with! If you want it, get it yourself!”

  Binnix stepped toward her, his long legged strides closing the distance between them almost before she could realize what was happening. Then he captured her face between his hands, lifted her effortlessly and kissed her.

  When he set her back down again the look on her face was positively dazed.

  “Get me the switch I asked you for, Sarai.”

  “I…what did you do to me?”

  “I kissed you,” he replied matter-of-factly.

  “Was it…do you…was it magic?”

  He chuckled softly. “It might have been for you.”

  “I…I feel so strange.”

  “I can see that. Get me the switch now—don’t make me tell you again.”

  “Or what?” she asked. She didn’t sound defiant this time—all of the anger had melted out of her voice. She seemed merely curious and Binnix was happy to satisfy her curiosity.

  “Or I’ll whip your bottom to ribbons, my darling.”

  She bit down on her bottom lip, looking at him with wide, limpid blue eyes before she nodded once.

  He was pleased that she’d chosen to obey, and j
ust as thrilled to watch her walk away. How had he not noticed just how voluptuous her backside was? Her hips were wide, creating quite the eye-catching sight when she was viewed from behind. She had such a tiny waist, which made her ass stand out all the more. It was a beautiful sight anytime, though his favorite was when it was bare and over his knee. He was going to branch out, however—no pun intended—and see what he thought of it bare and bent over while she hugged a tree and waited for the lash of the switch. Though he couldn’t say for sure, he was nearly certain that he would find it just as pleasurable.

  Mated Against Her Will by Dinah McLeod

  Sarai, a top communication specialist, is thrilled when offered a coveted spot aboard the SS Reconnaissance and a one-way trip to Earth's first terraforming project: Zeta 12. However, elation quickly turns to panic when their shuttle goes down, crash-landing on an unfamiliar planet. After a brief trial, which she is neither invited to witness nor participate in, she finds herself being handed over to an alien “foster parent.”

  This species might look human, but larger-than-life, superbly sculpted and with scolding glances that had a way of turning women into submissive puddles (or was that just her?), the Pra’kir are anything but. From the moment she is taken prisoner, the only thing Sarai can think of is escape. She is hard at work trying to accomplish just that when she stumbles onto something that changes how she thinks about her alien captor…and herself.

  Despite his personal tragedy when the humans' shuttle crashed, Binnix must put his resentment aside to focus on the strange, yet alluring creature that is now his houseguest. Though he reluctantly accepts his task to mold her into a model citizen, he is soon surprised to find he has feelings for her. He tries to keep his growing emotions at bay, but soon the desire to tame her overtakes him and he must know what it feels like to dominate such a soft, yet stubborn woman.

  A woman who longs for home can’t possibly find it in herself to give up her dreams for the alien who demands her submission…can she?

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  Captives of Pra’kir, Book 4

  The Alien’s Mark

  By

  Megan Michaels

  Excerpt:

  “You know what’s expected.”

  “But—”

  “No.” Xan stopped setting up his tray, putting his hands on his hips, exasperated with his girl. “Do I need to tie you down?”

  “No, Master. I’ll be good.” Her eyes darted around the room, looking toward his lab.

  “I know where you want to go, but you’ll have to behave first, or the privilege will be taken away. What would take away your visitation, girl?”

  She pulled her lip between her small white teeth. “Moving my hands from above my head. Uhm…I need to keep my legs splayed open for your procedures and be very still.”

  “Yes.” He nodded toward her solemnly, raising his eyebrows in warning. “Or you could cause injury, but more than that you’d be a sad girl for the rest of the day, waiting for visitation tomorrow.”

  Her heart dropped, she had to see the test tube—needed – to see it. The thought of waiting another day made tears threaten to fall. “I’ll be good.”

  “I know you always believe you will be, but you have a way of dashing even your hopes in that regard…often. What else?” He methodically places his tools and swabs just the way he liked them, waiting for her answer.

  “I need to have a respectful attitude, guarding my tone and words.”

  “You seem to know the words, but there’s a disconnect with your actions. Isn’t that so, bad girl.” His dark eyebrows were knit above the eyes so dark that the pupils couldn’t be seen. He’d been drilling the rules into her for months now—and her ass—and she knew how to repeat them in rote form.

  “I don’t think so.” She blinked innocently up at him. Whenever possible she reinforced that she tried and that she was indeed a good girl. Always convey your desire to be obedient to your captor.

  Turning his head, he addressed their nurse, “Ganza, I’d like to hear your opinion on the matter of Miss Blythe’s attitude and respect regarding obedience to the rules.”

  The very large woman stepped forward, the fabric on her crisp black dress and white apron whispering as she walked, her hand sweeping over her hair caught up in a severe bun on the back of her head. “It’s been my experience that Blythe is fiery and sassy, some days it seems beyond repair, but when she puts her mind to it, she is as sweet as a kitten, Sir.”

  “Indeed, and just as cuddly as one too, but your observation is sound. As always, Ganza. Thank you.” He gave his faithful employee a slight bow before wagging his finger toward Blythe. “I suggest you still that sassy tongue, or I may have to put it to good use. I have ways of keeping an open mouth occupied.”

  Blythe’s hips squirmed on the metal table, her arousal climbing. Although she’d never admit it to him, sucking his cock – or even thinking about it – had become a great source of pleasure. The length and girth of a Pra’kirian cock was something to behold. Initially, it’d been more than she thought she’d ever adjust to, but over time, she loved nothing more than displaying her love for it.

  “It doesn’t appear to be a serious threat to her, Sir.” Ganza tried—unsuccessfully—to hide a grin.

  He shot a glare at the nurse, watching her quickly fix her face. “Oh, but it is. She likes to think she’ll enjoy it, but I have ways to turn even the most pleasurable of events into something that resembles punishment. Isn’t that right, my dear?”

  Blythe’s eyes widened. “Yes, Master.” Her captor knew his way around punishment, and even on a good day his sadistic mind and methods could turn her into a compliant submissive.

  “Let’s proceed. I believe my girl is ready for her thorough examination.”

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  Captives of Pra’kir, Book 5

  Her Master’s Hands

  By

  Kate Richards

  Excerpt:

  “Are you comfortable?”

  The voice came from in front of her somewhere, and she leaned forward, wanting to connect with something, someone solid. “I’m sorry?”

  “You need not apologize, merely answer.” An older man, she thought, from the gravelly tone. Perhaps someone who could give her information, if not free her or loosen her bonds.

  “I…my arms ache, and I’m frightened.” Much as she hated to admit any weakness, she saw no option. “I wish I could see where we travel.” She stopped, waited, but for a long moment no response came, and she feared it would not.

  “You were quite distraught,” he finally said. “My instructions are to do nothing to upset you again for fear you might harm yourself. “

  “Harm? I’ve never harmed myself in my life.” Despite the shooting pains in her shoulders and elbows, she strained to think. “I might have eaten too much chocolate from time to time…”

  “This is not about food.” They took a turn and, in her awkward position, Lily slid onto the floor.

  “Oh, ouch.”

  A quick stop, and she was lifted by her aching arm back to the seat. “Why do you keep doing these things to yourself? The doctors will be very displeased if you break another bone.”

  “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” The whine in her voice could be attributed to pain and humiliation, but somehow the knowledge didn’t make her like it any less. “Why would I cause myself pain?” She received no answer, and moments passed while she braced her feet on the floor and tried not to tumble onto the flooring again.

  Everyone said space caused time disorientation but she’d never found it to be true. Blindfold her, though, take away her sight, and she didn’t know if she’d been riding along for a day or a week. Or whatever they called time on this planet. If they were so concerned about keeping her from harm, they might consider cutting off the blood flow to her

  She tried to str
etch her awareness through her body, looking for…what did a broken bone feel like, anyway? “What bone did I break?”

  “Between the terrible condition in which you arrived, and your attempted escape, a better question might be what bone did you not break?”

  That was not the same voice. This one was younger, deeper, and smoother. Like warm caramel over ice cream on a hot afternoon. She shivered. “You’re not the guy who was driving me.”

  “No.” A muttered curse followed this and a hand gripped her arm.

  Lily whimpered.

  “What the hell was someone thinking sending you bound like this. Hold on.” More cursing

  How do I know he’s cursing? For that matter, how do I know what they are saying? She searched her memory but found nothing from her ejection after the crash until she awoke in her present mode of transportation.

  “This is going to hurt. But I am afraid you might lose an arm if I don’t release you now. Hand me the knife from my kit. Okay, little girl, bend forward a bit.” She complied, eager for feeling to return with her rapidly numbing fingertips. “Don’t move.”

  Her Masters’ Hands

  Liliana’s last memory is of the terrifying crash landing. She and her shipmates tumbling and screaming, the ship breaking up…but they’d survived. At least she had. And her new masters promised the others had as well, even if she was not allowed to see them. Masters. How could a scientist from Earth submit herself to the control of a pair of aliens, no matter how much her body loved their touch and, humiliatingly, their punishments. Those big, hard hands give pleasure as quickly as pain.

  Aman and Cain shared a goal of finding the answer to the disease ravaging the Mekrons, yet another alien species. Not only for the aliens’ sake, but because their malady shows signs of crossing into the local population. Aman is sure a botanical solution can be found; Cain is not so positive, but perhaps their fosterling’s Earth science background can help. Once they have done their job and conditioned her to life on Pra’kir. A more stubborn female might never be found, nor a more enticing one. Can she ever be part of life in Endermere…part of their life?