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

by Grace Goodwin

  He returned to the table at a leisurely pace, building the tension and savoring anticipation. Some of the trainers enjoyed hurting their trainees. They were aroused by the pain they inflicted. With him it was all about surrender. Watching the tension melt from a trainee’s body as she accepted the lesson he taught her fed his soul. He needed her trust, her submission, and was willing to earn it.

  “Why are you being paddled?” He stood beside the table, near her upturned ass.

  Her body was tense and still, tucked up into a ball. “I liked it too much,” she whispered.

  She couldn’t see him with her face pressed against her folded arms, so he indulged in a lazy smile. “Enjoying sex is not punishable. Try again.”

  “You told me not to come, but I couldn’t stop it.” Her voice grew stronger, more defiant. “If your cock weren’t so big I might have—”

  “You chose not to stop it.” As did he. The firm grip of her cunt pulsing around his cock felt so damn good, he’d surrendered right along with her. If she were his, he might let this infraction slide. But she wasn’t his. And her owner would expect her to focus on his pleasure, to wait for permission before she came. “Lift your hips. Get that ass in the air.”

  “It’s not fair,” she grumbled, but her legs flexed, lifting her butt off her heels.

  “Life is seldom fair.” He swung the paddle through the air, testing its weight and balance. “All we can do is learn the rules and adjust our behavior accordingly.”

  She tensed with the first swat, but didn’t make a sound. Blood rushed to the surface of her fair skin, forming a lovely circle on the center of her ass cheek.

  “Open your legs, girl. I can’t see your cunt.” Humiliation was an important element in discipline. To have a lasting effect, punishment needed to make her feel vulnerable and ashamed. Often all the pain did was incite anger. When she didn’t move fast enough, he motivated her with the paddle, one hard swat on each cheek.

  She yelped, cursed, then moved her knees apart. Her outer lips parted, revealing her still moist core. He fingered her casually, the touch meant to humiliate, not arouse. “Who does this hole belong to?”

  “My owner.” The bitterness in her voice reminded him that he was not that person.

  He moved his wet fingers to her anus, ready to assert his dominance, but common sense stopped him. If he stretched her virgin hole she could be endangered. If there was any doubt of her anal virginity, her owner might reject her and Lord Estifal would retaliate, likely selling her to a brothel. With a frustrated sigh, he reined in the need to claim her and lowered his arm. Instead, he went back to paddling her nicely rounded bottom.

  Resentment kept her quiet for the first few swats, but the pain built and her restlessness grew. Soon she shifted her hips from side to side and clenched her fists, harsh cries rumbling in her throat.

  “Try to relax and willingly absorb the pain,” he advised. “The harder you fight the sensations, the worse it feels.”

  “How the hell would you know?” she snapped. “You’re on the other end of the paddle.”

  It was a valid question, so he answered, “Trainers are not allowed to use any implement we have not experienced for ourselves. Now focus on the lesson. What are you intended to learn?”

  Her muscles unclenched, but she didn’t respond to his question.

  “The pain is only a reminder. What are you supposed to remember?”

  “I can’t come unless I have permission, no matter how good it feels.”

  His cock bucked at the thought, more than ready to make her lose control again. Pressing his teeth together, he swung the paddle fast and hard. She cried out, the sound ending on a sob. Rather than commenting on the breakthrough, he allowed her to process the emotions in peace as he maintained her discomfort with even spanks.

  “You will thank your owner for correcting you.” It was her first day, so he wouldn’t require it of her, but the expectation was important.

  “Thank you, Sir.”

  He was surprised and pleased by her unexpected acquiescence. He stroked her hip and back, his touch light and soothing. Her skin was so soft, her body so appealing that a fresh rush of lust suffused his system. His cock had just spent inside her and already he was hard again. “You did very well, girl. I’m proud of you.”

  She glanced at him, uncertainty clearly reflected in her gaze. “You said there were two parts to my punishment.”

  He nodded. “You must learn control. The next part is more of a training aid than a punishment, but I’m certain you won’t see it that way.” She started to get up, but he splayed his fingers across her lower back. “Remain as you are. This will make insertion easier.”

  The device he needed was kept in the top drawer of the table on which she knelt. He pulled the compartment open and withdrew the case containing the device. She would hate this, likely hate him too for making her wear it, but in the long run the lesson would be invaluable. She barely understood how her body worked. That much had been obvious from her reaction to their joining and the intensity of her pleasure. It was almost as if she’d never had an orgasm before.

  Her passage was still slick from his seed and her arousal, so the internal trigger slid into place easily. The clit ring was a bit harder to situate, but he’d used this device numerous times before. There were several attachments available for the anal stimulator. He liked to use the long, slender rod. However, penetration was forbidden in this case, so he placed the external pad that would stimulate the nerve endings in and around her virgin opening. The control module would stay with him, so he could monitor her reactions and adjust the signals as needed.

  “What the hell is all of that?” she asked when he finally moved back to her side.

  “Sit up. There is one more set of triggers. Then I’ll demonstrate.” He waited until she’d carefully adjusted her position, gingerly sitting on her sore behind with her legs dangling over the side of the table. Without explanation, he curved his fingers around the lower curve of her breast and bent to her nipple. He sucked and licked, preparing the responsive flesh as he enjoyed the feel of her hardening bud between his teeth and against his tongue. Once the tip was tightly drawn, he encircled it with the stimulator.

  “That feels really strange.”

  “Don’t try to remove it, or any of the triggers. They can administer pain as well as pleasure.”

  He installed the final stimulator on her other nipple before he explained what was about to happen. He stood in front of her, hands lightly resting on her knees. “You will often have no control over the stimulations to which you’re subjected. What you can control is your reaction to each sensation.” Disbelief flashed through her gaze, so he continued, “I know that sounds impossible, but it’s not. I just applied an assortment of stimulators. They will trigger random sensations. Some will focus on one area of your body, while others will combine sensations. Some will be fast and mild, but others will challenge your endurance. The point of the exercise is to familiarize you with a wide variety of stimulation, but you are not allowed to come.”

  Her eyes narrowed and a cunning gleam flashed in her gaze.

  “The device registers your reactions. If you come even once, I’ll know.”

  “And you’ll punish me if I lose control?”

  “Exactly.”

  She didn’t look pleased, which was fine. She wasn’t supposed to enjoy it, just learn from it. “How long will this punishment last?”

  “Until I determine that you’ve learned the lesson.”

  She gasped then glared and reached for one of the nipple rings. He’d warned her, so he said nothing, letting the device punish her for her rebellion. Her fingertips made contact with the alloy ring and she cried out, snatching her hand back.

  “That hurt!” She shook her hand, trying to disperse the prickly sting. “And it’s still burning my nipple.” She hunched her shoulders and twisted her torso as if she could outmaneuver the pain.

  “The other triggers are programm
ed with the same defense mechanism. Do not try to remove them.” He didn’t like repeating himself, but he didn’t want her to damage herself either. He signaled her attendants, who were waiting in the corridor. “Return to your cage, and concentrate on the lesson. I’ll see you in the morning.”

  He watched her cross the room, reddened bottom rolling with each careful step. If it weren’t absolutely essential that she be able to control her desires, he wouldn’t subject her to the overwhelming sensations. The triggers were designed to stay put until intentionally removed by the trainer, but she kept her thighs pressed together, creeping along as if she was afraid something would fall out. The door slid open for her and she stepped out into the corridor.

  The door slid shut behind her and he turned his attention to the control module. He needed to watch the readouts for a few rotations to determine the intensity and duration of each cycle. If the signals became too overwhelming, she might shut down mentally and emotionally. Yet if he didn’t challenge her, nothing would be gained from the lesson.

  Over an hour passed before he was satisfied with the balance of her experience. He used security monitors so he could see her actual reactions, not just the physiological changes. She draped her forearm over her face, stubbornly trying to ignore the pulsing signals. But repeated spikes in the intensity soon had her writhing and moaning. He silenced his pity with logic, knowing this punishment was for her own good.

  He changed out of his trainer uniform and back into casual street clothes. But images of her lissome body and flushed face lingered in his mind all the way home. She’d faced each new challenge with remarkable aplomb. Her entire concept of reality had been ripped to shreds. Some of it was bravado, but he sensed strength and courage in his little human. He sighed. Katherine wasn’t truly his and never would be. He would be required to stand by calmly as another claimed her virginity then took her away to serve as his private pet. Just the thought of losing her upset him far more than it should have. He’d been a trainer for years. Why was this particular female so different from all the others?

  His tram stop was several blocks from the apartment he shared with his brother, but the cool night air helped clear his head. Senitor, the only thing resembling civilization on Daf Silva, was compact and heavily guarded. The luxurious city was surrounded by endless clusters of crowded tenements, housing miners and industrial laborers. Only the rich and well-connected could afford apartments in Senitor. The exorbitant price of housing was why Jexton and Indel shared their modest apartment.

  Jexton walked briskly along the narrow sidewalk, his mind filled with unwanted images and speculation. He had little doubt he could convince Katherine to submit to the defilement, but... his mind balked at the word, hating everything it indicated. Introducing any new pleasure should be exciting and exhilarating, not endured with dread and resignation.

  By the time he reached his front door, he’d worked himself into a mini-rage. Why had he ever agreed to train her in the first place? There was nothing he could do to ease the suffering of potential pets, so—but that wasn’t true. He prepared pets for their new lives and taught them valuable coping strategies that made their existence tolerable, if not completely enjoyable. The problem was he didn’t want Katherine to tolerate her existence. He wanted her to thrive in a loving environment, secure in the knowledge that her master or masters would never harm her.

  He scanned open the door and stormed across the living room, plopping down in his favorite chair in front of the massive windows. Senitor spread out before him, a familiar clutter of shapes and colors.

  “You look like shit, brother dear. Did the trainee put you through the wringer?”

  “Her name is Katherine,” he grumbled, not bothering to look up. Indel doubtlessly lounged in the doorway to his bedroom, arms crossed over his chest. He led a life of leisure and wasn’t afraid to show it. He’d been so successful as a talent scout that ultra-rich patrons had begun approaching him directly. Now he operated as an ‘acquisitions officer’ locating pets for an extremely exclusive group of clients. One satisfactory placement often set him up for an entire year. And each and every pet was willing. Indel refused to close the deal unless that was the case. “This is why I don’t broker humans. They’re far more trouble than they’re worth.”

  An odd inflection in his brother’s tone made Jexton look at him. “Estifal has already found a buyer for her. I have four days to complete her training.”

  Indel’s only reaction was a one-shoulder shrug. “Judging from your expression, that might be a mercy. She clearly has you tied in knots.”

  “The bastard requested a public defilement.”

  That got a much stronger reaction. Indel’s brows arched and he ambled across the room, joining Jexton in front of the windows. Rather than sitting, however, he turned his back to the city and faced Jexton. “Can you prevent it?”

  “I don’t see how.” His pulse leapt as a distant possibility flirted with his mind. “Unless I buy her myself. Is there any way you could lend me—”

  “Enough credits to buy a virgin pet who also happens to be human?” He scoffed, then shook his head. “I’m doing well, I admit, but humans cost more than I’ll see in ten years.”

  Jexton sighed. They never talked finances. As long as each met their half of the expenses each month, the rest was their own business. Indel had just closed an important deal, but apparently it hadn’t been as profitable as Jexton presumed. “I shouldn’t have asked. Even if you had that many credits, there is no way I could repay you.”

  “Is she really that special?”

  “You have no idea.” Jexton’s soul ached as he saw her slipping away. “I’ve never met anyone who... It doesn’t matter. She was never meant for me.” He gave himself a firm mental shake and refocused on reality. “She will make her owner very happy.” Even as the words passed his lips, Jexton’s heart was breaking.

  * * *

  The next four days were over before Jexton thought possible. He’d used every hour available to make sure Katherine was as ready as he could possibly make her. She now obeyed without question and controlled her body with ease. She’d achieved the perfect balance of submission and spirit to please even the most ruthless owner. She would survive in this new reality.

  The first day as Jexton put her through a grueling series of exercises, he’d schemed incessantly, desperate to find a way to help her escape. There was none, of course. The tracker nanites ensured that Lord Estifal’s investments were protected. If Jexton tried to sneak her out of the complex, regardless of the method, she would be found and he’d be imprisoned, likely executed.

  The next two days he’d spent obsessing over ways to earn enough credits to buy her for himself. He quickly disregarded every legitimate means and turned his thoughts to criminal endeavors. But even the boldest crime could not be arranged in a few short days.

  He barely knew this human. Why was he willing to risk everything to free her from her fate?

  He’d spent today, the fourth day, in utter misery. Watching her perform flawlessly, yet knowing her new skills would benefit another. Their sessions were nearly over. He had much still he could teach her, but they were out of time. They sat against the wall in one of the training rooms. She was naked, as usual, while he was fully dressed. He’d just fucked her sweet mouth while she lay on a padded bench so he could play with her pussy while he took his pleasure. He’d made her climax twice before he shot his seed down her throat. She hadn’t just allowed it. She’d enjoyed being used as much as he’d enjoyed using her. Her transformation from terrified prisoner into skilled private pet was nearly complete.

  She licked her lips, savoring his taste. Thanks to his empathic abilities, he could feel her attraction to him, her affection, but he refused to acknowledge it in any way.

  “Will you be there tomorrow?” she asked, gaze downcast.

  “It is required of me. Will that make it easier for you?”

  She looked at him, eyes wide and luminous. “I’m
not sure, Sir.” She lowered her gaze and whispered, “I wish it were going to be you. Is that wrong?”

  A brutal fist clenched his heart, making it hard to speak. “It’s natural, but meaningless. You were always meant for an owner. You know this.”

  She nodded and quickly swiped her cheek with her hand. Was she crying? He caught her chin and raised her face.

  Her misery hit him like a fist and he sucked in a ragged breath. “There is nothing I can do to spare you this fate.”

  “Would you, if it were an option?”

  “It’s a pointless question,” he insisted. “Your owner arrives tomorrow. He will claim your anal virginity, then take you away to serve his needs. There is nothing either of us can do to prevent those events. I thought I’d equipped you to—”

  “You have.” She twisted her face away. “I shouldn’t have said anything.”

  Unable to suppress his need to comfort her, he wrapped his arm around her shoulders and drew her against his side. He should spank her for interrupting him. It was a punishable offense. He inhaled her scent and savored the warmth of her small body pressed against him so trustingly.

  She continued to sob, face hidden by the fall of her hair.

  “You interrupted me, girl,” he pointed out, but before he could explain what he intended to do about it, she lay across his lap and opened her legs. Her willing submission was more than his tattered heart could take. Hot tears blurred his vision and it was all he could do not to pull her up and kiss her. Trainers weren’t allowed to kiss the trainees. It was the one intimacy he longed for most of all, because it would mean he was no longer her trainer.

  Fighting back the surge of emotion with great difficulty, he looked down at her lovely behind. He’d spanked her numerous times over the past few days as her spirit flared, even used a belt on her once when her defiance was particularly heated. Still, this was his favorite means of correction, his bare hand on her naked ass. He shifted slightly, giving his arm more room, then brought his palm down firmly across her resilient ass cheeks. His hand stung, but he welcomed the faint discomfort, needing the pain to push back the overwhelming tenderness.