* * *
I stood in the window, far back so she wouldn’t catch a glimpse of me, and watched her wander through the garden. The sun hit the sheer fabric of her gown, outlining the generous curves of her body underneath it.
I’d had plenty of time to enjoy the sight of her luscious ass while I spanked it and seated the tail between her hot red cheeks. But I had yet to see her completely naked. I’d remedy that tonight.
My mate by decree. I was still furious with my father, but there was something about this female that intrigued me. Unlike the simpering maidens the king had paraded before me lately, mastering this one would be a challenge. She wasn’t afraid to speak her mind, which was refreshing. I’d grown tired of the people around me telling me what they thought I wanted to hear, or agreeing with everything I said. Even the vizier couched his remarks in flattering terms.
Not only that, she had a passionate nature. I wasn’t fooled by her denial. She’d loved our mating. Our fucking.
I’d made the comment last night out of anger, but the idea of teasing and tormenting her until she begged me to fuck her again was more compelling than preparing for the hunting expedition I’d planned for the day. I pulled a chair close to the window and began plotting my campaign of seduction, watching her the whole time.
* * *
I’d been able to forget everything else for a few hours as I explored the exotic delights of the garden but as the sun dropped lower in the sky, I started getting nervous. Aya came to fetch me.
“My lady. It is time to prepare.”
Another bath, more scented oils. A new arrangement of my hair tonight, with the sides pulled back, then twisted into an elaborate coil on top of my head, leaving the rest of my hair flowing down my back. I wasn’t used to all this attention to my hairstyle. On board ship, I always wore it in a tidy knot at the back of my neck. The rest of the time it was pulled back into a loose braid.
I turned my head to check out the side view and a few tendrils brushed my bare shoulder. It felt—sensuous. Sexy. I decided I liked it.
The palace dressmaker must have been busy all day, because they brought me another creamy white gown. This one fit much better, draping softly over my body. The hem wasn’t dragging on the floor and it had extra folds of fabric so my tits weren’t spilling out the sides.
My pussy clenched when I saw the slit up the back. I remembered all too clearly the way he’d spanked me, then spread my hot cheeks apart and worked the smooth hard shaft of that tail into my virgin ass. I wondered if wearing a tail was something I’d be doing every night or if the slit was there just in case he had a sudden urge to do it again. Too bad no one had given me the handbook on Naxian mating rituals.
“You look lovely, my lady.” Aya still didn’t talk much, so her spontaneous compliment meant a lot to me. She opened the door to the private passage between my quarters and the prince’s and ushered me through with a slight bow.
I walked the few steps alone and stood in front of his door for a moment, anxiety warring with arousal. He may have been an arrogant prick, but he was a gorgeous hunk of male. And despite what I’d said last night, he knew exactly what he was doing when it came to fucking.
I knocked softly.
“Come in.”
The deep timbre of his voice sent a delicious shiver through me. I opened the door.
“Stop.”
He sat in a chair by the window, silhouetted by glowing crystals scattered all around the room. Tonight he wore more conventional garb, pants and a shirt. I stared at him in surprise. Unlike everyone else I’d seen since I arrived on this planet, he was dressed all in black. It set off the warm bronze color of his skin to perfection.
“Take off your gown.”
“What?” My response was more out of surprise than defiance.
“Take it off. Leave it outside the door. In the future, when you enter my chambers you will be naked. And you’ll stay that way until you’re dismissed.”
“Dismissed? Who died and made you king?” The childish retort left my mouth before I had a chance to think. Shit. That was about the dumbest thing I’d ever said. Not only did it immediately piss him off, but according to the High Priest, his father was near death and the guy in front of me soon would be king.
Before I had time to mutter an apology, he’d risen from the chair. Two long strides put him in front of me. “Take. Off. The. Gown.”
I took one look at his clenched jaw, untied the golden cord around my waist and slipped the gown off my shoulder, letting it drop to the floor. He gave my body an insolent once-over and turned away.
“Naxian mates must learn to obey. Your disobedience will be punished. After we dine.” He headed for a table by the window, set for an intimate dinner for two, and pulled out a chair. “Come. Sit down.”
The rat bastard was going to make me sit through dinner stark naked, knowing I’d be getting more and more anxious about the punishment he had in store for me. Well, I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of letting him see he’d gotten to me.
I took my chair as graciously as if I was guest of honor at a banquet. “Thank you, my...” I stopped. What was I supposed to call him? My lord? Your Highness? It didn’t seem right to go around saying, “Hey, babe.”
There was only one way to find out. “How does a Naxian female address her mate?”
His eyebrows rose. “Concerning yourself with protocol? I didn’t think a species as barbaric as yours would be able to grasp the nuances of civilized behavior.”
“Barbaric? Human males don’t use physical punishment to control the behavior of their mates. Nor do they require total and unthinking obedience from them.”
He refused to rise to the bait. “Perhaps they should. Relationships function far more smoothly when the participants in them have well-defined roles.”
“Exactly what I’d expect to hear from someone who gets to decide what those roles are and then enforce them.”
He gave me a faint smile. “Fortunately in this case I do get to make those decisions. As for your earlier question, you may address me as ‘my lord’ or ‘sir’ or simply ‘master.’”
Master? Like hell I would. Aya had been calling me ‘my lady,’ so I’d settle for ‘my lord.’ At least I could hang on to the illusion of equality.
“Very well, my lord.” I tried to keep the sarcasm out of my voice but by the flash of anger in his eyes, I don’t think I succeeded. I had a feeling whatever punishment he was planning just got jacked up a notch.
He kept me in a state of suspense, making small talk over dinner, which was excellent. Unfortunately my nerves wouldn’t let me eat more than a bite or two of each dish. For dessert, he put a large bowl of juicy yellow wedges in front of me. I recognized them immediately.
“Rana fruit. Thank you, my lord.” I glanced at his plate. “You’re not having any?”
“It is customary for only the female to partake of rana fruit.”
It could have been true. Or it could have been another attempt on his part to control me. The damn fruit was delicious but also highly intoxicating. I remembered the fit of giggles I’d had, as well as the lecherous fantasies about him as he carried me through the jungle. The High Priest said it was an aphrodisiac as well. I figured serving it to me was part of his plan to have me begging him to fuck me and I vowed it would never happen.
I took a bite of the rana fruit, swallowed, and smiled at him. “Delicious.”
Chapter Seven
He insisted I eat every last morsel. I did so almost defiantly, determined to show him I could resist its effects.
“Finished?”
I nodded.
“Then we will begin your first lesson in obedience.” He walked to the bed, sat down on the edge, and patted his thighs. “Come here and drape yourself across my lap.”
I glanced around the room wildly but there was nowhere to go. Besides, if I tried to run, he’d just drag me back. Better to give in and retain at least a little of my dignity.
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�Every moment you delay will add to your punishment.”
Those ten steps across the room might as well have been a mile. I preferred the way it had unfolded last night, when he’d just grabbed me and yanked me over his lap. Making me come to him for my punishment added humiliation to the riot of feelings warring inside me.
I stopped in front of him but he didn’t move, so I awkwardly arranged myself bottom-up over his knees. He never said a word, simply let the tension build until I wanted to yell at him to get it over with already.
When his hand cracked down on my bottom, I changed my mind.
Last night, I’d been in shock when he spanked me. Tonight I had thought I knew what to expect. It would sting and burn but I could handle the pain.
He gave me another whack. I gasped and realized I was wrong. It hurt. Much worse than I remembered. I could feel the effect of the rana fruit. It may have been an aphrodisiac to Naxian females but for me, it magnified all of my senses. With every whack the sting grew more harsh, the lick of fire on my bottom more fierce. It took every ounce of willpower I had to lie there and take it.
My silence seemed to goad him into spanking me even harder. I gritted my teeth against the searing pain... and then it happened. Just like last night. I was suddenly aware of his cock, thick and hard. I could feel the heat of it even through his trousers. His hard palm cracked against my bare ass again, and the blast of heat rocketed through me, all the way to my core.
I tried to concentrate on the harsh sting, the burning, but some primitive part of my brain kicked in and all I could think of was how hot I’d gotten when he’d penetrated my ass with that smooth hard rod last night after spanking me. I didn’t even realize I’d ground myself against him until I heard that low rumbling deep in his throat again. The one that made him sound like a wild beast ready to pounce.
He stopped spanking me, transferred me face down onto the bed beside him, and stood up. “Reach back and spread your bottom cheeks. It’s time to wear your tail, little tamina.”
I thought having to present myself for punishment was humiliating, but this was much worse. I whirled around to face him. “No.”
He moved so swiftly, I had no time to react. Yanking me back over his lap, spanking me so hard it brought tears to my eyes. I bit off a cry of pain and he finally spoke.
“You will apologize for your behavior, assume the position, and ask me to put in your tail—or I’ll take a paddle to you, then tie you to the bench over there and insert it anyway.”
He waited for my response.
I could continue to be defiant and make my life here miserable or I could swallow my pride and do as I was told. I hate to admit it, but the thought of presenting myself to him that way sent a shameful thrill coursing through my body.
“Forgive me, my lord. Please give me the tail.”
Oh, yeah. Fuck my ass with that thing again, my primitive brain screamed. That’s when I discovered my primitive brain was a slut.
He stood me on my feet and crossed his arms, waiting. Once again, I’d have to show my submission by voluntarily assuming the position he wanted.
I leaned forward, buried my face in the bed and reached behind me, spreading myself apart for him with both hands.
My ass cheeks were hot from the spanking and a wild thrill shot through me at the sight I must be presenting. Oh, God, I really was a slut. How could something so embarrassing be such a turn-on?
I heard footsteps and risked a peek. He’d gone across the room to rummage in a chest. The bastard had left me in this position, just to show me he really was master. I wanted to jump up again and tell him off.
But something stopped me.
In the past, I’d been the one in control. I’d led my class in the academy, achieved the rank of starship commander before any of my classmates, including the men. The lovers I’d had up till now were gentle and kind, but I always felt something was missing. I never felt that wild thrill, never had the sweaty lust-driven coupling the heroines had in my romance novels.
Now, bent over the bed, spreading my freshly spanked bottom cheeks and waiting for him to slide that long hard rod up inside my ass again, I was hotter than I’d ever been.
“I’ve been naughty and I’m being punished.” I murmured the words under my breath, testing the sound of them, and was shocked when he responded. Did all Naxians have super hearing?
“Naughty. I’m not familiar with that word. Is it another of your human terms, like fuck?”
“Naughty. It means I’ve been a bad girl.” Oooh! Saying that out loud made my pussy clench.
“That I understand. I’m glad you’re admitting it. You have been a bad girl. Disobedient, disrespecting your mate. You’ve gotten a spanking, and now you’re going to wear your tail for the rest of the evening.”
As he spoke, he ran his hands over my burning, stinging ass. Casually, almost insolently, reminding me he could do whatever he pleased.
It got me even hotter.
When I felt the smooth tip of the shaft probing my tight bottom hole, I moaned. He prolonged the moment, teasing me, inserting it just a tiny bit, then pulling it out again. I moaned again, louder, when his fingers strayed to the lips of my pussy, dripping with arousal.
“My little wildcat loves being tamed.” He sounded amused.
Please, fuck, please, just do it. Put it in me.
I hadn’t given in to him completely. I hadn’t said it out loud.
Yet.
* * *
Staring at that sweet little rosette framed by her hot red cheeks nearly did me in. By the gods, I wanted nothing more than to slide my cock into her tight rear passage. Claim her there as I’d claimed her pussy last night.
My mate. I wanted to hang onto my anger at having her forced on me, but it wasn’t her fault. We were both held hostage by our sense of responsibility, hers to her crew and mine to my people and our king. Like it or not, I was next in line to the throne and my father was determined to see that our line went on.
I’d do my duty again—eventually. But not until I won this battle of wills. In the meantime, I’d enjoy teaching my tamina lessons in submission.
I took my time inserting the tail. Watching her sweet little ass quiver when I slid it in and out, worked it around. She was panting hard by the time I seated it. I knew I could take her pussy and she’d welcome me. Squeezing those tight muscles around my cock, milking me until I shot my cum into her.
It took every ounce of willpower I had to turn away. I sat down in the chair by the window.
“You will join me here. I am in the mood to be entertained. Can you sing?”
She lifted her head from the bed and stared at me, her eyes glazed with lust.
“Sing?”
“Or play an instrument? Tell amusing stories?”
The lust dimmed, replaced by anger when she realized I planned to leave her in a state of sexual frustration.
I waved at the chair across from mine. “Never mind. Come, sit down. I’ll teach you how to play a Naxian game of strategy instead. It’s called vando.”
She rose awkwardly from the bed and I saw her eyes widen when she attempted to walk with the rod seated deep in her ass. I knew every move she made, every step she took, would arouse her further. She’d be seething with sexual tension by the end of the evening.
Sitting in the chair was another revelation for her. She shifted awkwardly every few seconds, searching for a position that didn’t ram the rod deeper into her ass. Finally she leaned on one hip, tucking her legs up alongside her body.
I taught her the rudiments of vando, making up ridiculous extra rules as I went along just to watch her face redden when she went afoul of one. For instance, I told her every time she lost a piece, she had to get on her hands and knees in front of me so I could give her tail a tug. I assured her I’d kneel before her if I lost a piece and she could do the same, but of course I saw to it that I never lost a piece.
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 in and out while I massaged the tight button at the apex of her thighs. I slid the tail out all the way just before she climaxed.
“You are dismissed.”
The look of shock on her face was almost worth the ache in my balls. Almost.
* * *
It went on that way, night after night. When he found out 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 rocked back and forth on his lap with every swat, making little moans and cries. His shaft swelled and I could feel it pulsing against me. 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 watched his eyes darken. I’d been fucked by that cock the first night. Felt it hardening underneath me every night since then when he yanked me across his lap. But I hadn’t seen it till now.
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.
I opened my mouth and took him between my lips. Ran my tongue all over, licking a drop of pre-cum from the slit in the head. He groaned and grabbed my head, fisting one hand in my hair. He reached down and grabbed my tail with the other hand. Pulled me close, ramming his cock down my throat while he jerked my tail, fucking my ass with the rod.
I loved it. Loved his mastery. Loved the spankings. Loved being his slut. I licked and sucked until he shot his cum down my throat. I swallowed every drop, licked him clean, then stood up and smiled wickedly.
“Good night, my lord.” I headed for the door, making sure my tail swished back and forth with every step. Closed it silently behind me.
Chapter Eight
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 in me I’d never felt before. I found his domination wickedly thrilling and I enjoyed the first part of our evenings together just as much in a different way. The challenge of sparring with a male who could hold his own against me mentally was exhilarating.
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