Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 46791 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46791 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
My hands press against her bare skin.
“Bad girl,” I murmur against her silky hair. “You must never raise a hand to your master.” I hold her tightly.
Oh veck, now it’s time for punishment. I shouldn’t be so excited, but I am.
“Apologize for attacking me,” I advise. “Swear it won’t happen again.” My body responds to her presence, and my cock gets iron hard once again, despite my best intentions to remain neutral. The urge to veck her is so powerful that I can barely stand it.
“You’re not my master,” she grits as she stamps on my boot with her bare foot. She kicks backward at my shin.
I bite back my chuckle. I’m supposed to be firm as her master. “You’re going to be sorry you did that.” I squeeze her against my chest as she wriggles in vain. “When you disobey me, you will pay the consequences.”
She freezes, her head swiveling to look in the direction of the cabinet where I locked her medicine. Veck, her Kraa masters really did use it to control her.
“No, not that,” I soothe. “I think you’ll find my punishments quite a bit more palatable. For both of us.”
Veck—I can’t wait to teach her a lesson in obedience. Zandians know there is one easy way to tame an unruly human, and usually results in both master and female feeling satisfied, even if the female ends up a little sore. I’m about to give it a try.
“Come, little warrior. Take your punishment.” My voice is low and seductive as I walk her backward toward my flight chair.
“I’m not little warrior,” she says, but her voice warbles. The sexual innuendo in my voice has confused her. Already, I sense the tension in her melting, as if her body is incapable of resisting.
“My name is Kailani.” She sounds breathless. “Let me go or else I’ll...” her voice trails off when I sit and tug her down—not too hard, but firmly—across my lap and put one hand on the small of her back.
“What are you doing?” She pushes and shoves at my body. In her alarm, she seems to have forgotten to finish her threat.
I’m already accustomed to her crazy strength, so it’s easy enough to hold her in place. “I’m going to show you how human females are punished on my planet.”
I raise my hand and bring it down on her pretty little ass with a hard crack.
“Oh!” she cries out, twisting and kicking her legs.
I adjust her to tuck her legs under one of mine. “Don’t try to get away.” I spank her again, hard, in the same spot. A patch of pink blooms on her taut skin. “I’ll just spank extra.”
“Um…”
I’m sure she’s shocked by the sexual nature of the punishment. That seems to be the reason it works so well. No real harm is caused to the females, and their bodies are aroused by the submissive nature of it.
Still, this one fights her nature. “Stop it,” she hisses, clawing at my calves.
I answer with a flurry of spanks on her ass and upper thighs.
“Oh! Ow. You— You—”
“My name is Khrys.” I spank her again, right in the middle of both cheeks, over her glistening sex. “Remember that for your apology. Whenever you’re ready, of course.” I bring my hand down over and over until the pink turns deeper. “Keep your hands down. Scratching me means I double the punishment.”
In response, she digs her nails into my skin so hard that she draws blood.
I hold her still with one hand and grab for a pair of magna-cuffs with the other. As the being with the upper hand, I find it easy to snap them onto her delicate wrists. “No more of that.”
She starts to speak, but it comes out as a yelp as I commence spanking once again. I’m not using my full force, of course, but a hard Zandian palm can do a lot to a pretty little warrior ass.
“We will get a few things straight.” I spank for emphasis. “You will listen to me and do as I say—our lives depend on it. I am your master and starship commander. If you refuse to comply, you will be punished.” I spank again, nice and hard.
She squeals and tries to kick, but I’ve got her legs locked.
“Your bottom must be getting sore.” I stop and rub her heated skin. Squeeze her lovely buttocks. “When you’re ready to say you’re sorry, I’m listening.”
She doesn’t answer. I hear the sound of her rapid breathing. “Fine,” she mutters after a moment. “I’m sorry.”
“For?” I squeeze her soft ass again.
She rolls her hips and lets out a little moan. “F-for attacking you.”
“And?” I squeeze and rub some more. When she doesn’t answer, I deliver a few more swats. Her buttocks clench and release. “For expecting you to be a decent being. I’m sorry I thought you’d do the honorable thing and set me free.”