By the time I swept her last player from the board, she was biting her lip, knowing what was to come. I prolonged the act, sliding the tail almost all the way out then back in again. Fucking her ass with the rod while running my other hand between her legs to massage the throbbing little bud at the apex of her thighs.
Though she fought to hide her response, she couldn’t keep her body from quivering. The tiny mewling cries that slipped out spurred me on. One day, I’d make her scream.
I slid the tail out all the way just before she was ready to climax.
“You are dismissed.”
The look of shock on her face was almost worth the gnawing ache in my balls.
Chapter Ten
It went on that way, night after night. When he found out how much spanking turned me on, he began making me bend over his lap for the most minor infractions, both before and after inserting the tail. Getting spanked with the tail in drove me even wilder.
One night, I decided to get back at him. I chose a deep purple gown – with the requisite slit up the back – and shooed my handmaidens out after they helped me dress and fix my hair.
Then I dug my black lace panties out from under the Earth clothes I’d casually tossed in the back corner of the enormous wardrobe covering one wall of my bathing/dressing room.
I’d learned one thing about human guys, and I hoped it was the same with alien males. Hiding something from their view makes them want to see it all the more. I’ve seen men turn away from a female strolling by in a barely-there minidress to ogle a woman lifting her long skirt above her ankles as she walks down a flight of stairs.
I slipped the panties on under my gown and sighed. Though I’d grown accustomed to running around commando on Naxos, there’s something inherently sexy about donning a tiny wisp of black lace. Feeling the silky fabric nestled between my thighs, the band on top skimming my body just above my curly mass of pubic hair. It drew my attention to my private parts in a way total nudity never did.
I pulled the gown back down, arranging the folds to drape around my body, and knocked at his door. When I stepped inside, he looked me up and down, then narrowed his eyes.
“Have I not made it clear that you are to be naked when you enter this room?”
“Oh! I…I forgot.”
“You forgot?” He rose from his chair, headed across the room toward me. “I’ve given you complete freedom to roam about the palace and the grounds as you please during the day. None of the duties of a member of the royal family, no onerous tasks. You have but one obligation, and that is total obedience to me, your mate. Yet you say you forgot one essential command I gave you. I find that hard to believe, since I know you’re very intelligent for a female.”
Jalen stopped right in front of me, his arms crossed, so I had to look up to meet his eyes. For a female? I took a deep breath, preparing to tell him off, and my lungs filled with his distinctive scent. He wore nothing but the loincloth tonight. The masculine fragrance of his personal blend of Naxian bathing oils wafted off his bare chest, combined with what I can only describe as the smell of raw testosterone. It filled my lungs, made me want to throw my arms around him and bury my nose in the hollow where his neck and shoulder met so I could breathe it in.
I tried to convince myself that I’d stopped because pissing him off right now wouldn’t accomplish my objective. Not because being near him triggered a wave of raw lust that made me want to beg him to master me, take me hard and fast.
“Tell me, tamina, what occupied your mind so completely that you forgot a command from your mate?”
I lowered my eyes. “Forgive me, my lord. I lost track of time in the garden and rushed through my preparations. In my haste to begin our evening together, I knocked at your door without disrobing first.”
“You know you’ve earned a punishment.” He backed up and took a seat at the edge of the bed, keeping his eyes locked on mine the whole time. “Take off the gown, let down your hair, and come here.”
I slid the gown off my right shoulder and let it fall to the ground. His eyes widened. “What is that?”
“Oh, you mean these? They’re what Earth girls wear under their outer clothes. We call them panties.”
“Panties? What is the purpose of panties?”
“They cover our private parts.”
“You already have clothing covering your private parts. Why do you need more?”
I tried out the coquettish giggle I’d been practicing when I was alone. “I honestly don’t know where the custom of wearing panties came from – unless it was to hide our private parts from our mates when we take off our outer clothes.”
“Hide them? Why would you hide them from your mate?”
I spouted off my planned response. “As foreplay. You know…to increase his ardor. It gives him something he can remove, like unwrapping a present.”
He shook his head. “Your people have strange customs.”
“I’m sure they seem so to you, my lord. However, males in my world find undressing their females to be an erotic experience.” I lowered my eyes, ready to toss out the line and hook him. “In ancient times, males found that taking the female over the knee, raising her skirt to her waist, then pulling down her panties to uncover her bottom before spanking her enforced her submission. Not only did it show their mastery, having her private parts exposed added a naughty thrill for the female, and made the sex that often followed even more exciting.”
He stared at me for a moment, taking it in. “Come here.”
I took my time. Head up, shoulders back, hips swaying.
I stopped in front of him.
He reached out, slipped a finger under the top of the lace band. Pulled it down an inch, revealing a few wispy curls.
“Hmmm.” He pulled the panties down farther then looked up at me. “And does being undressed before you’re spanked give you a naughty thrill?”
If you only knew! “Males in my world no longer spank their female partners, so I have no previous experience on which to base an answer, my lord.”
He shook his head. “I cannot understand why they gave up the practice. It is a mystery to me how relationships in your world can function without proper discipline. But let us test the theory.” He patted his naked thigh. “It’s time for your punishment. Lie down.”
I hid a triumphant grin as I arranged myself over his lap. I knew he wouldn’t be able to resist trying out a new way to drive me wild with desire for him, get me to the point where I’d beg him to fuck me. Thoughts of finally ramming his cock into me again would be flooding his head the whole time he spanked me, tormenting him with savage hunger until he broke his vow. I’d win our war – and get royally fucked.
That was my plan. Little did I know how incredibly arousing it would be when he bared my bottom. He pulled the panties down slowly, his hands roaming over every inch of my ass as he uncovered it. One finger slid under the lace to probe between my butt cheeks. He took the panties down till the fabric was bunched around the tops of my thighs then ran his hand between them to stroke the folds of my sex, already wet. For someone who hadn’t taken off a woman’s underpants before, he was awfully good at it. I closed my eyes, lost in sensual pleasure.
By the time his hand cracked down on my butt, I’d forgotten I was going to get spanked. The loud smack, followed by the lick of fire, came as a shock.
“Ooow!”
I cursed under my breath. I’d prided myself on not uttering a sound when he spanked me, but having him pull my panties down and stroke my ass like that made me forget everything except how good it felt.
I was supposed to be seducing him tonight, not the other way around. I had to get my head back in the game, or I’d lose.
He grunted in satisfaction and gave me another sharp whack. Maybe I’d been using the wrong tactics by trying to remain stoic. I whimpered and squirmed a little.
Jalen stroked my ass then spanked me again, and I moaned, for real this time. I didn’t need to pretend to be turned on. The o
ther times he’d spanked me, it took a while for the endorphins to start flowing and get me past the stinging, burning pain before it morphed into arousal. Tonight, I’d spent hours letting my imagination work me into a fever before he ever began, so every stern smack sent a bolt of heat straight to my core.
I rocked back and forth against his groin with each swat, making little mewling cries. His shaft swelled and jerked. I could feel the steel heat of it against my mound, even through the fabric of his loincloth. A sleek layer of golden fur, it rubbed against my throbbing clit like a velvet glove.
Finally he couldn’t stand it any longer. He slid me off his lap and onto my knees, then stood and ripped off his loincloth.
Yeah, baby. I licked my lips, and his black eyes flashed with a reddish-gold bolt of heat.
I’d been fucked from behind by that cock the first night. Felt it getting hard underneath me every night since when he yanked me across his lap and spanked me. But I hadn’t seen it until now.
He stood over me, naked. His manhood jutted out, thick and heavy. Another phrase from one of my old romance novels. I’d read the words but never grasped how wildly erotic seeing the real thing would be.
His cock was massive. I hadn’t seen very many human ones but, based on my experience, this guy was extremely well endowed. Nothing alien about it, thank goodness, except for – wait a minute. Were those ridges all along the length of it? I didn’t remember feeling them the other night, but I was lost in so many new sensations. Bottom stinging from my first spanking, the long shaft of a tail filling my virgin ass. I can’t be blamed for not being able to tell one from another.
I opened my mouth and took the head of his cock between my lips. Ran my tongue over it, licking a drop of pre-cum from the slit. He groaned and grabbed my head, fisting his hands in my hair. Pulled me close, ramming his cock down my throat. Oh yeah. Definitely ridges. Sliding through my lips, one after the other. No wonder I came so hard the other night.
I struggled to take him in, opening wider. Reached down to cradle his balls in one hand, wrapped the other around the base of his shaft. His cock was so thick, I couldn’t close my fingers around it.
He started pumping in and out, fucking my mouth.
I loved it. Loved it all. Loved his mastery, his spankings. Loved being his slut. I swirled my tongue around the head as he drew out, ran it over the ridges on the shaft. He gave a rough growl, and his hands tightened in my hair.
His cock started to pulse. I licked and sucked until he shot his cum down my throat. Thick and hot. With a tangy-sweet taste that reminded me of rana fruit.
I swallowed every drop and licked him clean. Then I stood, pulled my panties up, and gave him a wicked smile.
“Good night, my lord.” I bent and picked up my dress then headed for the door, making sure my hips swayed back and forth with every step. Closed it silently behind me without a backward glance.
Chapter Eleven
I was certain he couldn’t let our evening pass without exacting his revenge on me. It would be just a matter of time. But days passed, and he acted as though the evening had never happened.
As time went on, I settled into a routine on Naxos, far different from my former life on Earth. My nights with Jalen kept me in a constant state of sexual arousal, awakened wild new sensations I’d never felt before. I found his domination wickedly thrilling and loved the game of seduction we were playing. Though I’d never admit it to him, I longed for the day we would finally become mates again in every way.
I enjoyed the first part of our evenings together just as much in a different way. On the nights when we didn’t play vandu, we’d sometimes talk about the differences between our worlds. Those evenings often turned into arguments about whose culture was superior and why. I was appalled by the secondary role of females in his society, determined to change his mind about the roles a woman could play. The challenge of sparring with a male who could hold his own against me mentally was exhilarating. Not only was he intelligent, he had a subtle sense of humor. Even though we disagreed about so many things, I appreciated his dry wit immensely.
He seemed to appreciate my sense of humor, too. I loved his deep, hearty laugh, probably because it was so unexpected at first. As the evenings went on, he’d begun laughing more, becoming more lighthearted. And more charming, damn him. It was becoming harder and harder to resist giving in.
I’ve always tried to dwell on the positives instead of the negatives, so as time went on I told myself I didn’t mind being sent back to my room alone every night because when I woke up, I could head straight into the garden.
When he saw my love for growing things, the palace’s head gardener took me under his wing. Though I was an alien, Lando treated me the way he would a new seedling that popped up unexpectedly in his garden one day. He cared for me gently and kindly, nurturing my joy of gardening, curious to see how I’d grow in this new world. He even set aside a tiny plot all my own for me to care for, where I planted a handful of seeds he gave me, all different varieties.
I loved getting my hands dirty, seeing plants blossom and thrive. I rushed out every morning to see if anything new had sprouted, as proud of each leaf unfurling as I would have been to watch a baby learning a new skill each day.
Only one thing kept me from embracing my new life. I was worried about my crew, feeling guilty because I lived a life of luxury in the palace while they were being held captive until I produced an heir to the Naxian throne.
Lando found me hunched on a bench in a corner of my private garden one afternoon.
I straightened my shoulders and put on a smile. “Hello, Lando.”
“May I?” He motioned to the bench. I nodded, and he took a seat beside me. “These old bones grow weary at the end of a long day.”
“Nonsense, Lando. I’ve seen you work. You have more energy and stamina than ten of your assistants. So, go ahead. Tell me what it is that’s on your mind.”
“It’s what’s on your mind that concerns me, my lady. You looked troubled. Is the prince treating you well?”
I’d kept the truth about our celibate evenings from my handmaidens, and I thought it unlikely that Jalen had confided to anyone we’d only consummated our relationship once.
No doubt the king would be furious if he knew we hadn’t made any progress on delivering him an heir. He had only himself to blame, I decided spitefully. If he hadn’t tried to force his son into a loveless union, maybe Jalen and I would have had a chance to get to know each other and the spark between us would have grown naturally into something more. As it was, we spent our energy in a constant state of battle, taunting and teasing each other, both of us too stubborn to call a halt to it and admit the powerful attraction we felt for each other. He already owned my life. But my crew was doomed to live as prisoners in exile until I surrendered my will to his.
“Yes, the prince is treating me well, Lando. I’m worried about my crew. I haven’t seen them since I was brought to the palace. I agreed to a bargain with the high priest. I’d become Jalen’s mate and bear him a child in exchange for their lives. But I feel guilty about living in the lap of luxury while they are being held prisoner, fearing death.”
“Held prisoner? I’ve known King Devon since he was a lad, my lady. We were playmates as children. Holding innocent beings hostage, putting them to death when they’ve committed no crime – he might threaten that to an enemy, but it doesn’t sound like something the man I know would ever really do.”
Lando fell silent, stroking his chin. “Have you spoken with the prince about it? Asked him for permission to visit your crew and see to their well-being?”
I shook my head. “No, I haven’t.”
He never asked why not, simply let the silence build between us until I was forced to explain.
“I think I’ve been afraid to face them,” I admitted. “If they’re being mistreated, I’m responsible.”
“So you’d rather live with guilt over the unknown than face the truth.”
“Your bones may be weary, but your tongue hasn’t tired,” I replied tartly.
“That’s just what my mate says, my lady.”
I glanced at him in shock, wondering if I’d misinterpreted the naughty spin on an innocent remark. He grinned, and I caught a glimpse of the devilish young man he’d once been.
“Choose your time wisely and speak to your mate about your concerns, my lady. Prince Jalen is like his father. He’s a decent man, and he’ll be a fair and kind ruler. I’m sure he wouldn’t want you fretting needlessly about the well-being of your crew.”
“And you think I’m fretting needlessly?”
Lando nodded solemnly. “I do.”
That night, I worked up the courage to broach the topic with my mate.
“My lord.”
He glanced up from the vandu board, holding a tiny warrior figure in his hand. He’d been about to capture my general. “Yes?”
We sat across the table from each other in front of the window, Jalen fully clothed this time. I was naked with my hair down, as I had been every time I came to him since the night I’d played my game of seduction. “I’m concerned about the welfare of my crew. Crino says they are safe and well, but it would mean a great deal to me to see for myself.”
He put the piece back down on the board and looked at me with a wicked gleam in his eyes that sent a delicious shiver through me. “You say it would mean a great deal to you?”
I lowered my head, did my best imitation of a submissive female.
“Yes, my lord.”
He sat in silence for a few moments, considering. “Very well. Do everything you are told to do tonight. Please me willingly, without argument or need for punishment, and I will have you taken to them in the morning.”
“Really? That would be wonderful!”
“You agree?”
“Oh, yes.”
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