by Renee Rose
He laughs, a dark, dirty chuckle. “Far from it, Cali. But once I start, you might be the one who experiences a little frisson of fear. You think you can handle that?”
“Yeah. I do.” My voice is tough, confident.
He smiles, and suddenly my stomach flips. I’m prey, and he’s the hunter. And I fucking love it. He scoops me up and puts me on my feet, in front of him. “Let’s see you ask for it, then. Last time you disobeyed me, do you remember what I threatened?” He raises an eyebrow and touches his belt.
My whole body sparks, like I touched a live wire. “You told me... you’d use the punishment strap on me, if you needed to spank me again.” My nipples are hard with desire.
“And here we are,” he says conversationally. “And I do need to spank you again. So unfortunately for you,” he slaps his thigh meaningfully, raising one eyebrow, “and your tender ass, this punishment is going to be far more memorable than the last one.”
He unbelts something from around his waist. It looks like leather, and it’s a lustrous black. Supple. My breath catches in my throat with fear and desire. The mixture is a drug to my veins.
He doubles it up and slaps it into his palm. “But we’ll start with my hand, like last time. Come.”
He nods at me and points to the spot between his spread legs.
I swallow hard and walk back to him, stand in between his thighs, feel the warmth of his body.
“Remove your garment, like last time.” His voice is granite, and I wonder if it’s taking all his willpower to play with me like this first, instead of just toss me onto the bed and fuck me hard.
Fumbling, I undo my jeans and slide them down my legs, and then off. I hold the denim in my hands until he takes it from me and tosses it behind him on the bed.
“This time we’ll start without the panties,” he says softly. “Give them to me, please.” He holds out one hand.
When I hesitate, he snaps and points at my crotch, and I flush hard, then slide the panties down and step out of them. These he tucks into a pocket in his pants, and the sight of this is erotic enough to make my nipples harden and a surge of moisture flow between my thighs.
“Assume the position, Cali,” he says, patting his lap. “We’ll start this way at least, to warm you up for the strap. And as a reminder, you are to call me Master while I am disciplining you.”
I slide over his lap, sucking in a breath as his strong, warm hands grab and reposition me.
“Thighs as wide as you can, please.”
“Yes, Master.” I do it, barely able to handle the suspense. My whole body is aching for his touch, rough, soft, all of it. I want it all.
“Good.” I sense him raising his hand.
“Hold on!” I grab his leg. “Just a minute. Please.”
“What?” He stills his movements.
“I’m—will it hurt more than last time?” I gulp, unsure about the strap.
“It will.” He lays one hand on my buttocks and rubs. “Still no more than you can handle, but it will be worse than last time. You will tolerate it, even if you don’t like it.” He bends down to whisper, “After all, don’t you deserve to be punished for your transgressions?”
Why does this shoot flares of arousal through my body?
“Yes,” I answer, my skin on fire. “I do.”
“Relax your buttocks. You know my rules.” He taps my ass.
I force myself to soften my muscles.
“Your bottom is so soft,” he remarks, stroking my skin. “It will be a pleasure to punish you and turn it red.” Without warning, he lands a hard slap across my left ass cheek.
“Ouch.” Before the word is fully out, he spanks me again on the other ass cheek, and begins a firm, punishing rhythm. He spanks harder than he started last time, and before long I am kicking up my feet and twisting on his lap.
“Stop moving,” he warns, directing a volley of spanks at my sit spots, “or I’ll do this.” The spanks increase in intensity and then he slaps the base of my thighs until I cry out, “I’m sorry! I’ll stop.”
“See that you do,” he tells me, and returns to the original pattern of spanking all over my ass.
It’s hard not to wriggle and squirm, because my ass is already burning beyond belief, and the sting is making me want him so badly I could almost come right across his thighs, lying here, without even a touch to my clit. “Are you almost done?” I whimper.
He pushes my thighs apart and slaps his hand right onto my pussy. “I’ll tell you when I’m done. Don’t ask again. Your job is to take what I give. If you ask again, I’ll spank here.” He slaps again, harder, against my soft nether lips, and I almost fly apart.
“Lock,” I beg. “Master,” and I don’t know what I’m asking: Stop, more, please?
“Shush,” he commands. “Lie still and accept your punishment. We still have quite a ways to go.”
Conquered by the Alien Prince by Rebel West
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Conquered by the Alien Prince
Luminar Masters, Book 1
An Alien Sci-Fi Romance
By Rebel West
A sexy silver alien with ripped abs, a top-secret patient with a mystery illness, and unicorns – and Dr. Emily Taylor’s experience on Luminar is just getting started!
It’s not easy being one of Earth’s top neuroscientists at age twenty-four, but Emily’s dedicated her life to research, leaving little time for dating. When she travels on a confidential mission to Luminar, her local delegation lead – handsome Prince Lock, turns out to be domineering in all the right ways to bring out her passion.
But he’s an alien prince and she’s an earth human, and there’s no way they could have a *real* relationship. Plus, anti-human protestors and threats against the Luminar monarchy are causing havoc, putting her mission, and maybe even her life, into jeopardy.
This interplanetary romance will need to have a bond of steel, because the glorious nights of kinky passion are just the start to an everlasting HEA.
Enjoy the first book in the Luminar Masters Series by Rebel West. The books are interconnected and can be read in any order. Guaranteed HEA and no cheating!
Note: This book contains elements of dominance and submission. If this material offends you, please do not buy this book.
