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

by Grace Goodwin

  “Wait a fucking minute! You can’t take my fucking employees and project! They belong to me.” Sable had jumped up and charged toward Dravven, raising her hand toward him—yet again.

  “You were warned, Princess.” Dravven spun her around, landing several harsh swats to the thin, skin-tight teal-blue pants she wore. “You will not strike me or attempt to strike me.” He swatted her ass and thighs several more times.

  Sable screeched, doing her best to gain purchase on the floor but instead just ran in place. The whole of her ass was on fire.

  What kind of fucking shit is this?

  Still holding her arm, Dravven patiently waited for her sobs to wane before growling, “You were told to sit. And sit you will do, allowing the men to speak on your behalf.”

  “But I—”

  “Oh. You need more spanking?” Before she could even answer him, letting him know that she indeed did not want or desire more punishment, his huge, board-like hand smacked her backside, reigniting the fire that had only begun to simmer.

  “I’ll sit! I’ll sit!”

  “Go. Now!”

  Once her arm was released, Sable flung both hands back to cup her cheeks, the heat permeating through her thin pants. She massaged her buttocks, quickly sitting in the unforgiving, hard chair, finding not one ounce of comfort from it for her throbbing flesh.

  Acting as if nothing had just occurred, Dravven continued, “I’m sorry about that, King, but I had warned her the last time she dared to strike me that I wouldn’t tolerate it. And I had warned her that I would spank her if she attempted to strike me again. Following through on my threat is imperative.” Dravven rubbed his hands together, the palm of his right hand red, making Sable wonder at the condition of her backside.

  “By all means, she deserved every bit of what you doled out, Dravven. Continue with your proposal.”

  Dravven turned his head, glaring at Sable with narrowed eyes, only the presence of a tic in his jaw giving away the fact that he was still very annoyed with her. “As I was saying. All employees, intellectual property, and the project will be returned to Gralon Empire. Also, as you know, our planet is the only planet ruled by dominant men—men who have submissive women working for them and married to them. We desire that Sable reside in my household as my wife, and therefore, trained as my submissive during her captivity. If she decides at the end of the six-month sentence that she doesn’t wish to be married and submissive to me, she’ll be released and sent back home to Draenor.”

  “Oh, no! Hell, no!” Sable had barely lifted her ass out of the seat by an inch—maybe two—before Dravven snapped his fingers again, pointing downward.

  Sable quickly flopped back into the chair, her ass tingling in anticipation of his swats.

  How can this be happening? Will my father actually agree to this ridiculous arrangement?

  She wasn’t a submissive. If anything, she was the dominant person in a relationship.

  Sable gave the orders and enjoyed being in charge of not just a few men and women, but hundreds.

  Her father stared at her for a few moments, before he reached out, shaking Dravven’s hand briskly. “Thank you, Prince Graeme, and please thank your father, the king for me. This proposal is perfect. I’m not quite sure that you’ve fully comprehended what training my daughter will entail, but I give you my blessing. I believe it will be the perfect solution—for all of us.”

  “I’ll treat her well. I won’t promise that she won’t be sore many days, but you have my word that she’ll never be damaged. Just a pitiful girl, learning what true submission looks and feels like.”

  “Thank you for your assurances. As her father it means quite a bit to me and her mother. May you have better luck with training her than I did, Dravven.”

  “I have no doubt that she’ll submit. It’ll happen—one way or another—without breaking her spirit. You need to know, Sir, it’s her intelligence and spirit that drew her to me.” Turning his attention back to Sable, the prince’s obsidian eyes burrowed into her as he stalked closer. “Come, Princess, your training starts immediately. Rise.”

  Although she contemplated fighting him, she stood straight with her chin tilted up, and put her small hand into his much larger one, the warmth of her spanking still evident on his palm as it enveloped her much colder one.

  Chapter Three

  Dravven watched her emerald green eyes and marveled again at the beauty he’d just obtained. Her olive skin and black hair with the striking pink stripe made her stand out amongst the other women of Draenor. Her eyes were stunning, but upon inspection, a spark of fire and mischief were present also.

  With a hand on the small of her back, he had nudged her forward, watching her pleasantly wide hips sway, the hefty globes of her ass jiggling under the thin, tight leggings and his hand twitched, wanting to cup one of them and give it a harsh squeeze. Later.

  He hadn’t expected King Dred to agree so readily to his daughter being held captive in Dravven’s household for six months, but the king’s amenable personality had made obtaining this vixen an unexpected easy bounty.

  Now for the hard part of their journey, getting her to turn over all the data for the project, as well as transporting her and her large group of employees back to Gralon Empire. Dravven had meant every word of what he’d said to her father—her intelligence was impressive, and if the king hadn’t been so focused on his doltish sons, he would have seen the jewel before him.

  Shaking his head, Dravven couldn’t help but think that King Dred’s loss would be his gain. Once she was trained, he did not doubt that Sable would be a remarkable submissive. Corralling her strength and spirit would be a struggle, but it would be well worth the fight. Consistency and persistence with stern discipline would have her surrendering with grace and poise, bringing her attractiveness—inside and outside—to the forefront.

  “Princess, bring me to your office.”

  She looked over her shoulder, her eyebrows furrowed and lips pursed. “Why?”

  “Because I said so.”

  She abruptly stopped, her small hands fisted on her hips, her cheeks turning pink with what he assumed was anger... or was it embarrassment?

  “I don’t just blindly follow orders. Why are you interested in my office?”

  He tilted her chin up. “Maybe you’ll follow my orders once you realize I’ll spank you every time you don’t obey?”

  “I don’t believe this! This is ridiculous.”

  “Time to make you a believer, brat.” Tucking her under his arm, he swatted the seat of her pants once again and then pausing his barrage of spanks, he yanked the flimsy material of her pants and panties down, exposing her now very pink bottom. He slapped the fleshy buttocks, watching the cheek pleasantly wobble, and smiling, he paddled the inflamed skin. Her backside turned bright pink and then red.

  Her yelps and screeches randomly erupted from her throat, evolving into choked cries for mercy.

  He straightened her, and she palmed each cheek, tears tracking down her cheeks, but her eyes sparked with anger. Tilting his head, he asked, “Is that anger, Princess? Because I can continue this paddling until you’re remorseful. But I’d rather go to your office and gather your things. The long trip won’t be comfortable for you with a twice paddled ass. But, the choice is yours. Which will it be?”

  “I’ll... I won’t fight you.”

  “Good girl.”

  “I don’t need your condescending diminutives.”

  Wow! Tough chick.

  Sable stood, her fists clenched at her hips with her pants mid-thigh, and the bare lips of her sex exposed to his view.

  His mouth watered, wanting to dip the tip of his tongue along the crevice swirling around the hardened nub of her clit.

  Noticing where his eyes had landed, she cupped the pouch of her sex with her hands, abandoning her very red bottom and doing her best to preserve her dignity.

  “Don’t hide that pussy, it’s beautiful.” He sniffed, closing his eyes in reverence, ad
oring the scent of her sex on the air. “Christ, it’s intoxicating.”

  “Fuck,” she murmured, struggling to pull up her underwear and pants.

  He slapped her hands away. “Uh-uh, that job is mine after a spanking. You’ll learn to wait until I decide if you’ll be covered or not.”

  She opened her mouth to speak.

  Deciding to give her a bit of grace for the transition, he raised a hand to halt her. “You may not want to speak. Your little ass is looking pretty sore, and you have quite a bit of the day ahead of you yet.”

  She blinked, and then blinked again, wisely choosing to be silent.

  And because of her reluctant submission, he rewarded her by bending over and pulling up first her skimpy panties, patting her bottom and chuckling when her face blushed an adorable pink. He then slowly dragged her leggings up.

  “Take me to your office, Princess.” He waved his arm, motioning her to lead the way.

  Her first steps were stomping more than walking, but he ignored those for today. There’d be more than enough time to correct all her defiance. One step at a time.

  Chapter Four

  Sable’s heart hammered in her chest, and she fought the urge to growl or scream. How could this be happening? She saw no way out. Between her father and Dravven, there would be no escaping or manipulating the situation.

  She placed the palm of her hand on the silver plate near the door. Sensing her fingerprints and blood type, the door opened, and she ushered the Gralon prince into her office.

  “Inigo?” Dravven pressed a button on his shirt sleeve, speaking loudly. “We’ll need some men up in Sable Dred’s office to take her technology to the spacecraft. Also, you’ve asked Gralon’s Starfleet to send multiple ships for transporting all her employees, right?”

  “Yes, Commander. They should be here momentarily, I communicated with them as soon as your plan was exposed. I’m sending the men to her office now, Sir.”

  “Thanks, Inigo.”

  Dravven glared at the girl. “I’d like your data drives, images, and any testing completed regarding Prism, and don’t think you’re going to hide anything. I have obtained permission to take whatever is present in your office, but I want your agreement and compliance.”

  Sable’s lip curled, her green eyes filling to the brim with tears, and she no longer felt belligerent. Instead, the weight and gravity of her actions had come crashing in on her. She’d caused this, and now the consequences were at her doorstep. She’d be losing it all, handing it over to not only another planet but also to a dominant asshole man, someone who wouldn’t exhibit the care and concern she had for the Prism Project.

  Will he care about the different nuances of the test data or the hundreds and hundreds of hours I’ve spent making sure every minute detail hasn’t been overlooked?

  “Dry your tears. This is your fault and your fault alone. You’ll find that your tears won’t sway me—I’m not like your father. Get moving before I decide you need some incentive.”

  She envisioned herself leaping across the room and clawing at his face, but the throbbing in her ass kept her from acting on the impulse. There’d be enough time for revenge at a later time.

  She slid a picture of the universe from the wall, exposing a small door. The sensor scanned her palm, and an injector pricked her finger, checking her blood and DNA for entry. The door swung open, and she pulled out a small box containing the drives and miniature buttons holding all the information pertaining to the Prism.

  Dravven stood smugly holding his hand out, a smirk on his face, waiting for her to hand it over.

  She marched up to him, and instead of placing it in his hand, she slammed the box into the middle of his chest. “There’s your fucking data; I hope you choke on it.”

  Before she could make a clean getaway, he snatched her by the upper arm, swinging her back around. “We’ll be having a discussion later about not hitting me—again. Except this time, you’ll see how the intensity of your correction increases with every infraction.”

  She swallowed past the lump in her throat.

  What the fuck does that mean?

  “Think on that, Princess, while you gather the rest of your things—politely—or my mood will change dramatically.”

  Not wanting to push her luck too far, she gathered her data and handwritten notes. She was bossy and stubborn, but not stupid. Sable knew when to back down—after all, she had survived three brothers and a pretty intense father.

  The men filed into the room looking like the soldiers they were. Some were familiar. They had infiltrated her ranks for months now.

  “Darson, I know you. You’re with him?”

  Her employee stopped, looking from Dravven back to Sable. “Yes, ma’am. I serve under Commander Dravven Graeme of the Gralon Empire. You were a task and project to me, ma’am. Sorry.”

  “Don’t apologize to her. She needs to come to grips with the fact that she broke interplanetary rules and regulations, committing a crime—a crime she’s going to pay for on our planet. You no longer answer to her or even respond to her questions. Is that clear?” He scanned the room looking each soldier in the eye before continuing. “If she persists in badgering or questioning any of you, contact me immediately so I can dish out her retribution. I’ll make this clear to the others as well.”

  “You love this, don’t you? You want to see me hurt and humiliated in front of everyone.”

  Dravven walked up to her after waving the men off, giving himself and Sable some privacy. “Regardless of what you believe, Princess, my goal is to establish who is in charge and the chain of command. You no longer have employees and give orders.” He paused, letting the weight of his words sink in. “As my submissive, you’ll do as I say and answer to me. Everything you see belongs to me now.”

  Sable succumbed to the overwhelming loss and began to sob, covering her face with both hands. Once she was able to regain a bit of composure, she turned to Dravven, stomping her foot in anger, hating that she had shown any sign of weakness to this alien—this very large, vengeful, and stern prince who would see that she not only paid for her crimes but that he would break her spirit in the process.

  His deep voice rumbled over her, interrupting her pity party. “It’s a lot to adjust to, and I’ll be supportive whenever and wherever possible, but you’ll not be coddled or pampered. Dry your tears and gather your things. I’ll be waiting for you at the gate for boarding in ten minutes. Do not make me search for you, or you’ll be sorry. Be on time.”

  He spun on his heel, briskly walking out of the room, his naked, broad back with rippling muscles filling the doorway.

  Sable stuck her tongue out, feeling a bit of satisfaction at the juvenile act.

  Without even turning around, Dravven shouted over his shoulder to her. “I saw that. Keep it inside your mouth, or I’ll find a better use for it, Sable.”

  She quickly pulled her tongue back in, wondering how the hell he had seen that.

  Could it have been a good guess? Does he have eyes in the back of his head?

  Chapter Five

  Dravven knew he was taking a chance by walking away and expecting her to board the ship to Gralon voluntarily, but with the tenacity and independence she’d exhibited with the Prism Project, he trusted that she’d do what he expected. It would be the first step toward her submission—admitting her guilt, accepting her punishment, and acknowledging her active participation in the act of defiance and the ultimate comeuppance for her sins.

  She’ll obey. Submit to my authority and dominance.

  His cock stirred as he visualized her naked form kneeling, head down, ass up. Her pink pucker showed between her cheeks, the plump lips of her sex glistening with her juices. Waiting. She’d be waiting for him, for his cock to impale her, pounding relentlessly into her pulsing sex, the tight walls squeezing him.

  Not now.

  Focus. He needed to focus. Readjusting himself, he boarded the spacecraft, checking that all the doors were secured, before
checking off each item on his mental list of requirements for a safe trip home. Once all systems were go, Dravven walked down the long corridor to his private area. Although small, it housed a makeshift desk, a sink, a comm set, and television. He flopped into his comfortable recliner, opening the nearby desk drawer to find his palm reader, which gave him access to his locked safe. Once the machine recognized his imprint, the door popped open and he carefully placed the box containing all the pertinent information regarding the Prism on the data drives inside the small safe.

  He looked at his watch. Two minutes. Slamming the metal door shut, he rose from his chair, shutting the lights off before exiting. He strode quickly to the top of the stairs leading up to the spacecraft and looked out across the bridge, waiting for his bratty submissive.

  Crossing his arms over his chest, he’d just begun to think that Sable wouldn’t come willingly, and then the sunlight caught the bright pink stripe of hair, and her angry, sullen countenance walking sullenly across the bridge.

  Part of him felt bad for her, it couldn’t be easy losing everything in such a public manner, but she’d learn that it wasn’t anything his planet hadn’t felt when they realized that thousands of employees had been whisked away by a slip of a girl to the planet Draenor. No, any humiliation she felt had been overshadowed by the enormous shame and abasement suffered by his father, King Graeme.

  Her shapely legs, the length of them enhanced by the silky material of her leggings that hugged them tightly, had Dravven’s hand aching to glide up their length, ending at the apex of her sex.

  “Your penis is hard and clearly visible. Are you getting hard thinking about how awesome you are?” Her mischievous grin had her eyes twinkling in a way that he found irritating and yet, fascinatingly beautiful.

  “Princess, let me assure you, any fantasies I’m currently having involve your long legs wrapped around my hips with your naked body writhing under me while you scream in ecstasy.” Dravven shamelessly adjusted his hard-on, smirking back at his little minx.