His to Conquer (Alien Masters Book 3)

by Kallista Dane

  “You’ve barely touched your food. My apologies. I didn’t ask the cook to prepare a meatless dish for you.” He gave her a searching look. “I thought only of recreating our first night together.”

  “It’s all right. I’m not really hungry.”

  “Then let’s begin.” He pushed his chair back from the table and patted his thigh. “The second part of our wager…” He raised an eyebrow.

  “My lord, surely you don’t mean to hold me to that.”

  “Indeed I do. I’ve thought of nothing else all day today. You bet me that I could not bring you to gratification a second time. If I did, you’d spend another night under the stars with me. I won.”

  He met her eyes and his look sent a shiver through her belly. Both of them knowing there’d been a second night neither of them had yet acknowledged. A second time he’d shown her he could bring her to that ultimate state of ecstasy without her mechanical devices.

  “So here we are. But there was another part to our bet. I believe you agreed to drape yourself willingly over my lap, pull up your skirt, and bare your delightful ass for a spanking if you didn’t stay in place and give me a proper chance to win our wager. And that you didn’t do. I seem to recall untangling your fists from my hair… when my head was nestled between those long legs of yours while you cried out from the pleasure.”

  Now that the moment she’d imagined for days was finally here, she was overcome with shyness. She lowered her eyes, blushing at his frank words. “I…”

  He shook his head and patted his thigh again. “Surely you’re not afraid? I promise you’ll find this spanking to your liking.”

  To her liking? How could she like being punished? He was giving her that look again, hot and steamy, with a hint of a challenge in his eyes. That did it. Defiantly, she rose and covered the few steps from her seat to his. Like it? She’d take her punishment stoically—and prove him wrong for once.

  “And if I don’t find it to my liking?”

  “Then I will take you back to the palace immediately and release you from your debt of spending the rest of the night out here with me.”

  She inclined her head regally. “Very well.”

  Trying desperately not to let him see how badly her legs were shaking, she lowered herself awkwardly over his lap. He never helped, simply sat motionless and unspeaking, allowing her to fidget and squirm until she finally lay there, stiff and uncomfortable, head hanging down.

  It seemed as though hours passed, both of them unmoving. Finally he spoke, a note of firmness creeping into his voice that sent a thrilling shiver through her.

  “Your skirt.”

  She nearly ended it right there. Jumped up and demanded to be taken back to the palace. He was going to wring every drop of satisfaction from this conquest. But for the first time in her life, she put her stubborn pride aside. He’d done what he said he could. He’d won… and she’d lost. He’d brought her to gratification, even though she’d sworn it couldn’t be done. Not once but over and over, until she cried out to the heavens. Asking nothing from her in return. Seeking only to bring her pleasure, even after she’d been so defiant. He’d earned the right to demand her submission now.

  Slowly, she put her hands behind her back and gathered the fabric of her skirt in her fingers. She bunched it up, drawing it further and further until she felt the cool night air flowing up the backs of her bare legs to raise goosebumps on the twin globes of her bottom.

  He made a low sound, deep in his chest, when he saw that she was naked under her skirt. The wordless rumble vibrated through him, setting off an answering vibration where her body touched his. She felt a stirring against her mound and realized his cock had already awakened.

  She jerked at the touch of his hand, expecting a blast of pain. But he stroked her instead, running his hand over her bottom possessively. Intimately. When he finally gave her the first whack, the loud crack of his palm against her bare bottom was as shocking as the spicy sting. He began spanking her, building the intensity, interspersing his firm smacks with more stroking. Running his hand over her bottom, straying now and then to follow the crease between her buttocks with his finger, each time dipping lower until she was panting and wriggling on his lap.

  Then he’d stop and spank her again, just hard enough to stoke the fire growing inside her. He shifted, raising her bottom higher in the air so her feet left the ground. Urging her legs apart, running his palm up the inside of her thigh. When he brushed his fingers over her dripping slit, she let out a tiny whimper.

  “Yes.” His voice was low and rough. “You’re wet. Aching for me to do more.” He spanked her again, harder, and slid his finger in. “Spread your legs for me. Wider.”

  She moaned and parted her legs obediently. “Good girl.” He swatted her again, quick whacks, one on each cheek, then moved his hand between her legs. Using his fingers to build a hunger more fierce than anything she’d ever felt. He stopped to trap her legs between his, spreading her thighs even further apart, and plunged his fingers deep inside her. Talia wiggled and twisted, feeling a wild thrill course through her when she realized she was helpless to resist. She was truly his captive. He could do whatever he wanted with her.

  She gave up then, surrendered to the savage desires he roused in her. Rocking back and forth on his lap, moaning with pleasure while his fingers roamed, rubbing herself shamelessly up against the iron-hard bulge in his pants until he let out a groan.

  “I’m going to spank you for that, too. Later.”

  He unfastened the buttons all along the back of her dress and slid it off her shoulders and down to her waist. Then he slipped his hands under her body, turning her over and impatiently shoving her gown down to fall at his feet. Lifting her into his arms, he carried her over to the fur-covered bed and lay her down.

  She looked up at him, her eyes half-closed, as he slid out of his boots and stripped off his shirt. His chest gleamed in the firelight, sleek skin over powerful bulges. When he stepped out of his trousers, she gasped. Talia never knew a man’s body could be so beautiful. Broad shoulders narrowing to slim hips. A double row of muscle rippling down his abdomen. His manhood jutted out, hard and proud, from between strong thighs.

  He looked down at her naked body, his eyes dark with desire. He knelt and cupped her breasts, one in each hand.

  “I’ve dreamed of caressing these to my heart’s delight.”

  His mouth covered one nipple, drawing it in and sucking. A bolt of electricity shot straight to her clit and she instinctively gripped his head, fisting her hands in his hair.

  He drew back and gave her a wicked grin. “That’s how you got into this predicament in the first place. Put your hands above your head—or I’ll roll you over and spank your ass again right now.”

  He twisted her body sideways and gave her a firm smack, just hard enough to feed the flames building inside her. Stifling a small cry, she obediently clasped the fingers of one hand around the other wrist, resting her arms above her head on the pile of furs. He bent his head to run his tongue along the inside of her arm, working his way down to her armpit to lick and nibble there. She bit her lip, squirming, trying desperately to resist the impulse to grab his head again. She’d never known that part of her body held so many erogenous nerve endings.

  He stopped and she let out a sigh, only to gasp when he fastened his mouth on her nipple again. Sucking hard. Raking it with his teeth. He slid down the length of her body, tracing a path with his hot tongue. Down her stomach, drawing closer and closer to her core.

  When his tongue flicked over the throbbing nub of her clitoris, she screamed and grabbed his head. He growled, seizing her wrists in one hand. “If you must move your hands, put them to good use.”

  He rose over her on his knees and guided her to his rigid length. Hesitantly, she wrapped the fingers of one hand around it. Smooth skin over an iron-hard core. So hot. So big around, her fingers barely touched.

  He covered her hand with his, moving it up and down along the sha
ft. She ran her thumb over the silky smooth skin at the tip and was rewarded by a groan. So, she could draw involuntary sounds of pleasure from him too. The knowledge spurred her on. She grew bold, tracing the veins that bulged just under the skin, circling the hard ridge where the head met the long shaft.

  He let her go on, holding himself in check. But when she reached down with her other hand to cup the sac at the base of his cock, he grabbed her hands.

  “A man can only take so much,” he murmured. “I have other plans for tonight.”

  She barely registered the words when he slid between her legs. Taking his cock in his hand, he rubbed it back and forth, coating the head with the slick juices from her dripping slit. He pressed and it slid in. Just the tip. Filling her. Stretching her tight opening.

  “Tell me you want me.”

  Talia panicked. It was too big. Too long. She could never take it all in. She tried to fight her way out from under him, squirming and twisting.

  “Sssh. I promise I won’t give you any more than you can take. Do you trust me?”

  She met his eyes and nodded slowly. “Yes,” she whispered.

  He covered her body with his and bent his head to capture her lips in a kiss. Soft. Gentle. Warm. His body never moved. Gradually she relaxed, getting used to the feel of his huge shaft pressing up against her, the tip hot and hard inside her.

  He deepened the kiss as she relaxed, rocking his hips in such a subtle motion that she barely registered the fact that each time, his cock penetrated just a little further. His lips urged her mouth open. She lost herself in strange and wonderful sensations as he explored her mouth with his tongue, teaching her the intricate dance, tip swirling and darting around. She welcomed his tongue, pressing her body up against his, so caught up in the thrill of it all that she hardly realized his hips were rocking back and forth as he captured her mouth, sending his cock deeper even as he deepened the kiss.

  He claimed her fully then, with one powerful thrust. Her eyes flew open and she sank her nails into his back. But before she could panic again, he grabbed the twin cheeks of her ass with both hands and drew her to him, plunging deep and grinding his hips against her engorged clit with every stroke.

  Talia cried out, meeting his thrusts, wrapping her legs around his back. Mindless and frantic. There was no slow wave this time, building and growing. Instead the climax took her like a hurricane, sweeping her away in a raging torrent. She screamed his name and wrapped her legs around him, hanging on for dear life, feeling his body quiver. As though he’d been waiting, holding himself back. He dug his fingers into her ass. With a hoarse cry, he rammed himself in to the hilt. She felt his cock pulsing as he filled her with his seed. The sound and the feel sent her crashing over the edge yet again with him deep inside her, holding her so close she couldn’t tell where she left off and he began.

  Chapter Eleven

  “I bet I can bring you to gratification again.”

  His voice was low and seductive, with a hint of teasing. She stroked his head, resting on her chest. “Oh, no. I’ve learned not to bet against you.” Then she giggled. “On second thought, I’d be a fool not to take that bet. Even when I lose, I win.”

  He rolled onto his side, idly tracing a circle around and around her nipple with one finger. “My father has great plans for us, you know. He’s like an old nana, singing your praises one minute while clutching his heart dramatically the next, reminding me he’s not long for this world and he’d like to hold the next king in his arms one time before he draws his last breath.” He gave her an impish grin. “I offered to climb onto his lap and let him hug me. The old man sent me on my way with a smack to the back of my head and a string of colorful curses.” He shook his head. “He’s getting crotchety in his old age. Still, he is the king and I dare not disobey him.” He bent his head, taking the nipple into his mouth, teasing it into a hard little nub again. “By the way, I noticed you painted your nipples. Shameless hussy.”

  She blushed. “Your sister told me about the custom.” Her brow wrinkled. “Was I too bold?”

  He frowned. “Definitely. If you do that again, such wicked behavior will earn you another spanking.”

  “Oooh.” She nestled up against him and shivered. “What other behaviors will earn me a spanking? Perhaps you’d better give me a list—just so I know what not to do in the future.”

  “Coming to a formal banquet in the palace with those hard little nipples poking out under the thin silk of your gown. Coming to dinner with your nipples covered up so completely that I can’t see them at all and I have to spend the entire time imagining what I’ll do to get them hard again. Stroking my cock like you did while cupping my balls in your hand. Not stroking my cock.”

  He paused. “Putting your life in danger. For any reason—including saving the kingdom. That will earn you a real spanking. As will defying me in public. Ever again. I am not only your future king and sovereign. I’m head of our household.”

  “Our household?” She drew back at that.

  “You’re mine now. We belong to each other.” The teasing tone had left his voice. “But know this. I will be obeyed. You can give me your opinions, discuss whatever you want. Privately. I’ll listen. We’ll talk. But the final decision is mine. And you will never, ever challenge me in public again as you did the other day. Or I swear I’ll yank you over my lap in front of warriors and wenches alike, bare your sweet ass, and paddle you until you’re begging for mercy.”

  He lifted her chin and forced her to meet his eyes. “I love you. I love your strength, your caring. I love the tender side you never knew you had until you came here.”

  She stared at him in surprise.

  “In fact, I think I loved you from the first moment I met you. So tough on the outside. So stubborn. Refusing to cower in fear when a strange man grabbed you in a dark alleyway. I saw the flicker of fear in your eyes when you realized you weren’t strong enough to get away from me. Yet you refused to let your own fear defeat you. Dressing me down with this sassy mouth of yours.” He bent his head to kiss it. “Acting in spite of fear—that’s the definition of courage.” He went on, uttering words that melted her heart. “I relied on that inner strength, that courage, to get us safely away at the auction. I’ve never told you how sorry I am for the way I treated you that day. I was hard on you, tossing you over my shoulder in the Great Hall when all I wanted to do was cradle you in my arms and kiss away your pain. I’d seen the haunted look in your eyes. I’ve seen it before on the battlefield, in men who have given all they had to give and think they can fight no more. I knew if I treated you as though you were broken, you’d believe you were. So I treated you like the warrior I know you are deep inside. I taunted and teased you all that day and night, made you angry with me. That anger fueled your resolve to keep on going. And it saved both our lives.”

  She opened her mouth to speak but he put a finger on her lips.

  “The way you look at me, the way you melt when I touch you—well, a man knows a maiden. I don’t care what foolishness they taught you on Earth. Love is real. And you love me too. I can feel it. Go ahead. Look me in the eye and say you don’t.” The naughty twinkle flickered in his eyes. “But don’t you lie. I’ll know if you do—and lying is another thing that will earn you a spanking.”

  She looked up at him, a mischievous smile playing at the corners of her mouth. “You’d better start spanking me then. As you said, I’m stubborn. It may take years to get me to admit it.”

  He rolled over on top of her, pinning her arms back over her head. “I’m a Viking warrior, wench. I love a good battle,” he growled. “And I always win.”

  The End

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  Additional Books in the Alien Masters Series

  His to Command

  When Amanda Jane Norris sets out on an undercover mission to infiltrate the ranks of a rogue general on the planet of Neodyma, a world which has turned its back on modern technology, she has complete confidence in her ability to complete her task. But then things go terribly wrong…

  Captured by the power-mad general, Amanda’s ordeal begins with a thorough, intimate physical examination which leaves her both utterly humiliated and helplessly aroused. Her body’s intense response to the embarrassing procedure ensures that she will be sent to join the harem the general provides for his men, but only after she is punished for her failed attempt at espionage. After a long, hard spanking in the public square, Amanda is fitted with the red tail of a harlot and prepared for her training.

  She is given first to Kaden, a warrior on a secret errand of his own. He quickly proves more than willing to compel her submission with a firm hand applied to her bare bottom, but his plans for her are very different from the general’s. When Amanda first experiences the intense pleasure that a man’s mastery of her body can bring, it is unlike anything she has felt before, and though it fills her with shame she is left begging for more. But can she afford to risk asking for Kaden’s help bringing down the general?

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