Alien Alphas: Twenty-Three Naughty Sci-Fi Romance Novellas

by Grace Goodwin

  “Then you’ll turn off surveillance in any room I use.”

  Suspicion narrowed Trolyn’s eyes. “Why?”

  “Because I might need to incorporate some lesser used strategies if I’m to accomplish all this in four and a half days.”

  “Nothing goes up her ass,” Trolyn stressed. “I will not have her patron doubting her virginity.”

  Just thinking about anyone else with their cock up her ass made Jexton want to scream. He wanted to be the first—and the last—to feel her stretch around him. Then another image formed within his mind. He sat on the edge of a bed, Katherine straddling his legs. She slowly lowered herself onto his eager cock, then looked over her shoulder and smiled as Indel moved up close behind her. Jexton lay back across the bed, taking Katherine with him and Indel positioned himself against her other opening. Yes, that would be even better than keeping her for himself. This star system was dangerous. Two males could protect and provide for her better than one.

  “Nothing goes up her ass,” Jexton said. “But if I sense I’m being watched for even a moment, I’ll walk.”

  “Agreed.” Trolyn started for the door, then turned back around. “Your contract concludes after the defilement. I’m not sure why, but the patron wants you there.”

  Chest heaving, jaw tightly clenched, all Jexton could do was nod.

  * * *

  After an hour in her cage, Kate walked toward an unknown destination, abdomen tense, throat dry. At least she hadn’t been made to crawl again. Her handlers never told her where they were taking her. They just attached a leash and started walking. Her collar ensured that she followed.

  Her time to ‘rest and refresh’ had included washing away her arousal under the watchful eyes of her handlers, a quick trip to the bathroom, and being forced to eat from a dish on the floor without using her hands. She’d grown so used to humiliation that nothing surprised her anymore. Then she curled up on her side in the cage and felt sorry for herself, but memories kept intruding on her self-pity.

  Her trainer incited her lust like no one she’d ever encountered. He’d gotten her off with his finger up her ass and she would have sworn that was impossible. She didn’t like anal. So why had his finger felt so good sliding in and out? He’d triggered her climax with his thumb on her clit, but she’d been restless and achy from just his finger. If he’d continued the sensual motion, not to mention his intense stare, she might have come without any other form of stimulation.

  Pressing her thighs together just increased the ache, so she sat up and impatiently waited for her handlers to release her.

  Now she was strolling down the corridor, stark naked as usual. Whenever she passed another trainee, she was required to lower her gaze. And still she couldn’t stop thinking about her trainer. She shivered, wondering what he had planned for her next.

  She passed the room they had used that morning and her uneasiness increased. Why did he want her in a different room? Was he going to tie her up or—

  Her handlers stopped suddenly and scanned open a door on her right. They quickly unfastened her leash and motioned her inside. They never really talked to her. If they spoke at all, it was only to issue terse commands.

  She stepped into the room and froze. The room easily exceeded her expectations and fulfilled her worst nightmares. Restraints, adjustable chairs, suspension harnesses, and a padded spanking bench. Though everything was sleek and turned out in a variety of metallic shades, the purpose of the equipment was obvious.

  Her trainer stood across the room near a vertical restraint stand. “Come here.”

  “May I walk, Sir?”

  “Yes.”

  His electric blue gaze moved boldly over her body as she approached him. She felt the movement of her breasts and the tightening of her nipples with each step. Her core heated and her clit twitched. What was it about this male that aroused her so?

  She stopped a few feet away and waited for his next order.

  He casually reached between her legs and fingered her pussy. “Good. You’re moist. You should always be wet and ready for your master.” Before she could react to that absurdity, he motioned to the floor in front of him. “Kneel and take out my cock.”

  Ok. So they were getting right to it this time. She lowered her weight to her knees and crawled a bit closer, raising her hands to the front of his pants. She felt around for a bit, then figured out how the garment opened. She did exactly what he’d told her to do and nothing more. Once his pants were loosened and his cock exposed—his long, thick, gray cock—she lowered her arms, as well as her gaze, and waited for his next directive.

  “Lock your hands behind your head and do not let go.”

  She glanced at him uncertainly, but obeyed, immediately lowering her gaze again.

  He aimed his cock at her mouth and advanced slowly. He hadn’t actually told her to suck him off, but that was obviously his intention. Not wanting to risk punishment, she parted her lips and allowed his advance without encouraging him in anyway.

  He pushed all the way to the back of her mouth then withdrew just as slowly. “Your lips are dry. Lick them.”

  She tried, but her mouth was dry too. “I need a drink, Sir.”

  His fingers touched her face, gently raising her gaze. “Are you afraid?”

  “No, just... uneasy.” It wasn’t a lie, and yet it was. She was terrified, but not in the way he meant. She didn’t fear him. She’d already figured out that he wouldn’t harm her. She feared how rapidly she was adjusting to this alternate reality. This was still the first day of training, for God’s sake. How could she possibly be ready to suck off her trainer without any sort of fight? Was she really that weak?

  “I won’t hurt you, unless you disobey.”

  Her pulse leapt at his soft tone. Why the sudden kindness? It was unnerving after the autocratic demand with which he’d approached their first session.

  “Thank you, Sir.” She wasn’t sure what else to say.

  He tucked his cock back inside his pants, but didn’t fasten them up. “There are drinks in the cooler.” He motioned toward a square compartment inset in the wall. “Crawl.”

  She hesitated, not sure she wanted a drink badly enough to crawl across the room. Not only was it utterly humiliating, it hurt her knees.

  “I’m waiting.”

  “I’m sorry, Sir.” She could barely form the words because her mouth was so dry, so she heaved a frustrated sigh and headed for the cooler on her hands and knees. He could see her ass, even the puckered hole, and her pussy in this position, which was the reason he was making her do it. But he’d already seen her, touched her and licked her, so what difference did it make?

  Your body belongs to him. Let him enjoy the view.

  The thought brought her up short. When had her inner voice turned traitor? Her body did not belong to him. No, it will belong to your owner. That conclusion was even more depressing than the other.

  She pulled out a bottle of what she hoped was water and flipped open the top. She sniffed it suspiciously.

  “It’s just water, silly girl. Bring it with you.”

  After taking a quick drink, she crawled back to him, a feat made even more awkward by the bottle in her hand. She took a larger swallow then held the bottle up toward him, feeling strangely giddy.

  He took the bottle from her then said, “Assume your earlier position.”

  She knelt at his feet and locked her hands behind her head, staring at his toned middle rather than the floor.

  “Are your nipples sensitive?” Before she could answer, he touched one with the cold bottle and she gasped. “It tightened nicely for this. Will it do the same for my touch?” He set down the bottle and caught her other nipple between his fingers and thumb.

  She held perfectly still, unsure why he’d changed his mind. Hadn’t he wanted a blowjob?

  He plucked her nipple, rolling and pinching until it formed a tight pink peak. His gaze intensified and he looked around, then motioned her up from the floor.
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  Confused by his mercurial mood, she stood, hands still locked behind her head.

  Wrapping his hands around her waist, he picked her up and swung her onto a nearby table. She sat on the end, feet not quite touching the floor. Her hands had come loose with his sudden movement, so she rested them on her thighs instead of returning them to her head.

  He caught the back of her knees and pushed her legs up and out, opening her thighs wide. “Hold yourself open for me.”

  Heat washed over her, embarrassment and something darker. He had objectified her, positioned her like a blowup doll. So why was her pussy flushed and slick, ready for whatever he had in mind? She stared past him as she obeyed, holding her legs up and out so her wet pussy was on display. This unexpected reaction was even more demoralizing than the fear and anger she’d felt earlier. Was she really such a whore that a couple of orgasms was all it took to win her over?

  “Aren’t you at least going to buy me dinner first?” she whispered, unable to meet his unearthly gaze.

  He pushed two fingers into her pussy and began to fuck. “Owners seldom eat with their pets. They will sometimes feed them if they like their pets to eat from their hand, but sharing meals is unusual.”

  He hadn’t understood the reference. Tears flooded her eyes and her chin began to quiver.

  His hand stopped pumping, but his fingers were still inside her, as if they had every right to be there. “Why are you crying? I know I’m not hurting you.”

  “I don’t want to be a pet,” she sobbed. “I know it’s not about what I want, but I find this so degrading.”

  “Why?” He resumed his stroking, only slower now, drawing her attention to the slide rather than the friction. “How is mutual pleasure degrading?”

  “This isn’t mutual. You’re using me.”

  He chuckled. “Did you reach climax earlier?”

  She gritted her teeth. That wasn’t the point. She was unwilling, which made this—unwilling? Really, is that why his hand’s so wet?

  His fingers slipped free of her passage and his wet hand slapped her thighs, one side and then the other. Pain blossomed, spreading under her skin like spilled ink.

  “I asked you a question.”

  “Yes, Sir. I came. But this isn’t about orgasms. It’s about... humans need affection for sex to be fulfilling. At least this human does.”

  “Lie back.”

  Thinking it was his way of saying he was finished with the topic, she lay back with a heavy sigh. She kept her legs open, like an obedient blowup doll.

  He parted her folds with his thumbs then lowered his head between her thighs.

  She stared up at the ceiling, determined not to respond. If he wanted an inanimate object, he’d get one. But his lips were soft, his tongue so damn skillful. He caressed and flicked her clit with exquisite patience, making her core ripple and her entire body feel hot.

  “You are very wet for someone who is being horribly used.” He punctuated the observation with a firm suck on her clit.

  She cried out and shuddered as his firm lips pulled tingles up her legs and into her pussy. Her nipples prickled and she knew one more pull would make her come. “I’m sorry, Sir. This is all so new, so strange.”

  He raised his head and smiled as he licked her juices from his dusky lips. “Strange? Why? Do humans fuck differently from the Daf Silva?”

  “I don’t know. You haven’t actually fucked me yet.” What was wrong with her! That was clearly an invitation.

  He chuckled and reached for the front of his pants. “We’ll have to do something about that. Won’t we?”

  She couldn’t actually see his cock—her body blocked her view of him—but she soon felt the rounded head press against her opening.

  “Look at me.”

  Reluctantly dragging her gaze to his face, she looked into his eyes.

  “To whom do you belong?”

  You, Master. Only you. Even if she were willing to reveal how close she was to surrender, the statement wasn’t accurate. “I will belong to whoever buys me.” And the fact brought her nothing but pain.

  He tensed, eyes narrowing. “True. But for now, you are here with me.” He grasped her hips and pushed into her slowly, his gaze nearly as penetrating as his cock.

  Her folds parted and then her inner muscles stretched as he drove inward with steady pressure. She’d known he was big, but he felt huge, both thick and impossibly long. She closed her eyes and clenched her fists, so close to coming again that she was humiliated.

  “Am I hurting you?”

  She shook her head. “Please, Master, may I—” Her inner muscles rippled with distinct spasms as pleasure flowed up and down her spine. He filled her so completely that her orgasm hit with little warning. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to come. It just feels so damn good.”

  He said nothing, nor did he move. His hands gripped her hips and his thick length stretched her to the point of pain. “You are unusually tight. How long has it been since you fucked your lover?”

  “Too long.” Mainly because she didn’t have a lover, hadn’t even had a steady boyfriend for the past three years. “Bad breakups sort of put me off boys.”

  “Boys.” He scoffed. “No wonder you’re so tight.” He pulled back then thrust deep, drawing a gasp from her. “After tonight, you’ll be ready for men.”

  If all the Daf Silva were hung like her trainer, tightness would never be a problem again. She closed her eyes once he really got going, unable to think while he plowed into her with the tree branch he called a cock. Another orgasm quickly built and she frantically tried to relax her internal muscles.

  She was a freaking size whore. She’d just never been with anyone big enough to blow her mind. “Please, Sir, may I—”

  “No! Fight it off. You do not have permission to come.” He fucked her even harder, which was counterproductive to her attempts to calm down.

  Tension wound like a spring through her abdomen, making her clit twitch and her inner muscles clench and release. She dug her nails into her palms and bit the inside of her mouth, but it did no good. Her breasts bounced and his monster cock rubbed over her G-spot with each fast stroke.

  “Breathe, Katherine. You can control it if you try.”

  Hearing her name on his lips flipped an emotional switch in her mind. He wasn’t her trainer, he was her lover, giving her pleasure she’d never thought possible. Not caring that he would punish her for disobeying him, she stopped fighting and let the pleasure come.

  Her orgasm detonated like a bomb, arching her body clear off the table. She squeezed him so hard, he threw back his head and came right along with her. His shaft bucked and pulsed as hot seed spurted from its tip. He pulled out suddenly and spilled the last few jets on her belly.

  The impulse confused her until he spread the milky substance over her skin, then went back for more. His fingers pushed into her still rippling cunt and withdrew covered in her arousal and his seed. He painted her nipples and clit, repeating the process until she reeked of sex and him. He never uttered the word, but his actions, and possessive expression, screamed Mine! Like an animal in the wild, he was marking his territory. She should be repulsed, but she found it oddly erotic.

  With her heels on the table and her knees bent, she just let her legs flop open as she raised her arms overhead. She sprawled before him, weak and trembling, not caring that she was covered in his seed.

  For a long time he just stared at her body, his gaze returning again and again to her well-fucked pussy. Finally, he righted his clothes and took a step back. “You did not have permission to come and yet you did. What does that mean?”

  She licked her lips as a strange thrill tingled down her spine. “It means you’re going to punish me.”

  Chapter Four

  Barely able to drag his hungry gaze from Katherine’s flushed pussy, Jexton forced himself to meet her gaze. “Turn over, knees folded under you, ass in the air.”

  His heart was pounding and his blood sizzled throug
h his veins. Remaining objective with trainees had always been a struggle for him, but nothing like this. He wanted to throw her over his shoulder and carry her from the complex, boldly declaring that she was his. He’d fight anyone foolish enough to try to stop him and damn the consequences. It wasn’t rational. His brain was still engaged enough to acknowledge the impossibility of any escape plan working, but that didn’t make the impulses any easier to control.

  She positioned herself with obvious reluctance, clearly dreading her discipline. This was necessary. She must learn control or she would shame herself and her owner.

  He dragged air into his lungs and slowly relaxed his muscles as he exhaled. “Your punishment will be twofold.” Focus on the lessons. She has much to learn. You are here to teach her. “First, you will be paddled. The pain will remind you how important it is to control your desire. Enjoying the attention of your owner is wonderful, but your pleasure must not come before his. Unless he specifically tells you to come.”

  She raised her head and looked back at him. “May I ask a question, Sir?”

  “Yes.”

  “You keep referring to my owner as ‘he.’ Are there no female pet owners?”

  The question surprised him. Did she prefer the attention of females? That certainly hadn’t seemed to be the case while she had come around his cock. “In this star system, there are very few females, period. Occasionally, a heterosexual couple will purchase a pet for their mutual pleasure. But even couples are rare. Are you more attracted to females than males?”

  “Hardly.” A soft smile bowed her lips, then she turned back around. “I was just curious.”

  He inhaled deeply, searching for any hint of fear in her scent. He found none. Her mind was calm, a bit hesitant, yet centered. She wasn’t upset or afraid of her coming chastisement. That was good. She hadn’t seemed accustomed to punishment when he’d spanked her, yet she was adapting remarkably well.

  He’d smelled her fear earlier and lost his erection as a result. Fucking her mouth while she trembled with fear held absolutely no appeal for him.

  Crossing to one of the compartments built into the room’s smooth walls, he triggered the release and the front panel slid downward, revealing an assortment of disciplinary implements. The redness from her spanking had already faded, but some tenderness was likely to linger, so he chose a simple paddle covered in synth-leather.