Sable’s cheeks turned an adorable pink, and finally reaching the top of the stairs she roughly brushed by him, bumping his shoulder in the process before landing unceremoniously into a plush chair.
Firmly shutting the door and latch, Dravven stood with his hands on his hips looking at Sable, watching her squirm under his inspection.
“I’m not going to sleep with you—even if we are married.” Her lips thinned, and a tic became visible in her jaw as she clenched and unclenched her teeth.
Bending over, he held her chin between his fingers. “I don’t steal anything. You’ll voluntarily beg for my cock in your hot cunt, and it won’t take long. I’m patient and have no problem waiting, but if your scent is correct... and I’m sure it is... you’re dripping with need, Princess.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Sable yanked her chin out of his grip, tilting her head up in what he assumed would be her typical stubbornness.
It was okay. He’d wait. Sable would submit... in all things. Sooner rather than later.
Chapter Six
Damn my body.
Of course, she’d be given to an alien that had a super sensitive sense of smell, and of course, her sex was dripping, just as he said. The bigger question was why? Why was her body reacting so strongly to him?
It wasn’t like Sable hadn’t dated or had sex with the male species. She had. Many times. But there was something about Dravven that had her pussy clenching; even though the rest of her body wanted to do nothing more than pummel the fuck out of him, her sex wanted him to drive into her, his cock bouncing up against her cervix.
Sable slammed her legs shut, crossing them tightly, hopefully hiding her scent. She narrowed her gaze at him, daring him to say another word and if he dared, she swore she’d successfully slap his face this time.
“Oh, that look reminds me, now that we’re in the air, we have an issue to discuss. Take your seatbelt off.” Dravven undid his belt, towering over her, and waiting for her obedience.
“Wh-why?”
“Because I asked you to.”
She angrily unsnapped the belt, tossing it recklessly aside. “Fine. It’s off.”
“Once we’re back to my house, we’ll be dealing with your attitude and how you speak to me. For now, we’re discussing your attempts to slap me and slamming the box into my chest.”
“Really? You already slapped my ass for that, remember?”
“Yes, you received a small spanking to get your attention, but obviously it wasn’t harsh enough for you because moments later you slammed the box into my chest. That is what we’re dealing with now.”
Dravven grabbed her hand, pulling her out of her chair and dragging her across the room, to an area with a couple of chairs and a table for eating. He sat down in one, tossing her over his lap.
Her hands flailed in the air before she steadied herself with them on the floor. “Wait. What... you can’t do this.”
“Oh, I can. And I will.” His large cool hands tugged on her pants and panties, pulling them down and brushing against her warm ass.
Sable struggled to free herself, finding it impossible once he wrapped his tree trunk of an arm around her waist, pinning her to his muscled thighs.
Dravven pushed the material down her legs to her ankles, leaving her virtually naked to his view and her face flushed, making her glad that her long black hair covered her face like a shroud.
“Not so mouthy now, are you, girl?” His hand rubbed along her skin, and goosebumps broke out on the whole of her body, making her shiver in anticipation.
“N-no.”
“No, Sir.”
“N-no, Sir.” She swallowed, hating how small her voice sounded. There was nothing that would reduce her to a timid little girl more than waiting for punishment, especially one that she knew she deserved. Hitting people had been a no-no for a very long time, and it was a crime that she hadn’t committed for many, many years. Yet, here she was reduced to tears, waiting for a spanking on her bare bottom, from an alien that would soon become her husband... and her dominant.
“You will not raise a hand to strike me, or shove things into my face or body.”
The harsh slaps immediately commenced, the sting sharper than she remembered in any previous spankings she’d received. Holding back any reaction, she bit her lip to restrain any noise or cries from escaping. She vowed that she’d take it stoically, not allowing him even a modicum of satisfaction in hearing her pleas for mercy.
The burn enveloped the whole of her buttocks from the beginning of her ass to mid-thigh. She bounced her body on Dravven’s hard thigh, her plump, pink ass squirming and clenching tightly, doing her best to deflect any swats, but the damn alien’s hold on her was so strong that she did not doubt that he had one hundred percent accuracy.
“You won’t succeed in not crying, Princess. Let it out.”
She grunted in response, not trusting herself to open her mouth for fear that her sobs would erupt, starting an avalanche of tears and cries. Sable thrashed her head, slapping her hands on the floor in an effort to distract herself from the pain, but none of her efforts were successful.
“Stubborn girl.” Dravven sighed loudly and roughly spread her thighs open, brutally slapping the insides.
The dam broke. Sable coughed out a sob, unable to hold back the flood of tears and shouts for him to stop.
Apparently immune to her cries, he continued to slap both inner thighs, and no matter how hard she struggled to snap them together, protecting the sensitive flesh, his much stronger hand easily held them open to his thrashing.
His hand rested on her sore thighs. “Are you going to keep your hands to yourself, Sable?”
“Y-yes, S-sir.” Her head dropped down, and she didn’t care that her nose and eyes were dripping onto the floor. Having gone completely limp, she quietly cried, feeling pitiful and hopeless on the first day of her new adventure.
“You’ll learn to listen, obeying me immediately, and treating me with the respect I deserve. Anything less than those will bring my wrath and punishment. Clear?” He patted her backside softly, urging her to respond.
“Yes, Sir.” Sable would have agreed to anything at that point, knowing that she could change her mind and do as she pleased later. But right now, with her ass as sore as it was, she would have agreed to anything to stay his hand.
“Let’s be sure.”
Before she could ask what that meant, his hand began to slap her offended posterior with a renewed vigor. He marched his huge hand up and down the length of her bottom, leaving imprint after imprint of his dominance and control over her. She had no doubt that she’d be feeling this punishment for days.
“I’ll re... I’ll listen... respect. I’ll be good... forever... I p-promise.”
Dravven’s chuckle rumbled over her. “Forever seems like a mighty long time. I’ll be pleased if you can keep that promise for a couple of hours at this point.”
She fought off the urge to yell fuck you, not wanting to incur more wrath. Sable swore she tasted blood holding it back.
With two resounding slaps on each thigh, reigniting the burning sting on the inflamed flesh, he ended her spanking, and then not giving her any time to recover, he pulled her to stand, pointing to a vacant corner. “Stand over there. Quietly.”
Bending over, Sable grasped both her panties and pants, which had fallen almost completely off during the spanking, and she desperately yanked on them doing her best to hide her backside.
“Nuh-uh. Kick them the rest of the way off. You’ll stand in your t-shirt only.”
She blinked, tears falling down her cheeks, shocked at his order, and stood dumbfounded, not moving.
“Now.”
The warning in his tone had her kicking them off, sprinting toward the corner. Sable’s sore flesh ached with each step, but she knew enough about spankings not to touch her sore ass. Not yet.
Chapter Seven
Dravven spun around, his chair squeaking loudly, and he watc
hed the raven-haired beauty startle in the corner. Her ass was red against her olive skin. He had doled out a pretty hefty punishment, but Dravven was someone who believed that he should begin as he planned to continue.
It would be easier to back off later once he’d established his dominance completely; a good old-fashioned spanking was what she needed at this time.
The stubborn girl had thought she could hold back her tears and shouts. He shook his head, watching her back shake with her renewed crying. True remorse occurred amidst sobbing and tears.
The throbbing of his penis had him distracted... and in pain. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this sore with need. He wanted to fuck her senseless and hoped he could refrain from throwing her over his desk and taking her. No longer a green teenager, he had learned years ago how to avoid situations such as these, how to divert his thoughts. But this princess? She’d already knocked down the barricades he’d successfully erected years ago. How? How had this happened?
The joy he’d feel when she finally begged him for sex when her writhing form yielded under him would be worth the sleepless nights and aching days.
Dravven fought off the urge to release his cock from the confines of his pants and stroke the long length until he spurted rope after rope of his semen. He had better things to do right now—questioning the bad girl before him, lightly stroking her hot little ass and cunt were much more important than his needs at the moment.
“Come here, Princess.”
Sable shuffled from the corner, her hands fisted at her sides, the bare lips of her pussy puffy and begging to be touched and kissed. She stopped in front of him, her eyes looking around the room, avoiding direct eye contact with him.
Wrapping his hand around her hip, he tugged her gently toward him, situating her between his knees.
“Your bottom is very hot, little girl.”
She nodded, tears filling her eyes again.
“Tell me why I spanked you, and what you’ve learned from your spanking today.” Dravven lightly stroked her buttocks, hoping she found it comforting, and yet knew that she’d also view it as a warning. Both prospects pleased him.
Her plump pink lip quivered, her chin shaking slightly. “I... I tried to hit you.”
He nodded solemnly. “You did, bad girl.”
“And... and I hit you with the b-box. I’ve learned that... I need to l-listen, and do as I’m t-told.”
“Indeed you do. What will happen if you don’t?” He marveled at those beautiful green eyes, the flecks of gold that seemed to dance in them... they were mesmerizing. Tucking the pink stripe of hair behind her ear, he smiled at her, patting her ass lightly, encouraging her to answer.
“I’ll be... you’ll spank m-me.” She shuttered her eyes, biting her lip as a small sob escaped.
“Yes, I will. I know that sounds awful to your ears but you’ll see in time that your body craves this, girl. The scent of your juices has filled the room—your body loves submission and obviously spankings as well. Don’t fight it too hard.”
She didn’t agree. But the way her juices dripped made her wonder and she didn’t disagree either.
While she’d been in the corner, he had picked up her pants and panties, placing them neatly on the table next to him. “Lift your leg, girl.”
Sable whined, tears falling again, but she lifted her leg, slipping it into the opening on her panties and then did the same with the other leg as well.
Dravven held her pants open, watching her enter them one leg at a time, and gently pulled them up over her abraded skin, her barely audible gasp making him smile inwardly.
His handiwork would stay with her for a while, and although there was part of him that hoped it would keep her behaving, the other part of him reveled in the knowledge that he’d more than likely be spanking her little ass soon. Very soon.
Chapter Eight
Sable looked around the massive open field. They had barely landed on Gralon Empire before she and her former employees had marched to a makeshift wooden stage, which barely looked like it could hold their weight. They were left to look out at the citizens who had gathered in the field to see the new visitors and prisoners to their planet, the enemy who had stolen their greatest treasure—the intellectuals who kept the citizens employed making and selling their ideas. Their economy had fallen dramatically over the past two years, and now they had just been informed that Sable Dred was the sole person responsible for this thievery.
Dravven walked up to the microphone, shouting to those assembled. “Citizens of Gralon, rest assured that your king—King Rexx Graeme—and I, Dravven, your prince have captured the criminal responsible for stealing our intellectual property and our citizens, using them to further their society while ours was in steady decline.”
He waved toward Sable, calling her forward. “Sable Dred, Princess of King Dred, is responsible for these dreadful acts. She is now our prisoner and has been required to turn over all data, files, and models made during Project Prism. In addition, she will become my wife and submissive—she will be forced to submit in every aspect of her life.”
The crowd cheered, their catcalls and whistles filling the air, and many of the bystanders shook their fists in anger, spitting toward the stage.
Dravven nodded, smiling at their volatile reaction, encouraging them. “Yes! Yes! She will pay for her sins, and will find herself sore and compliant while under my firm, iron hand.” He shook his fist in the air, his muscled arms and chest shiny with his sweat.
Raucous cheers filled the air, and both the men and women were heady with delight.
“I’m making it clear that she is a prisoner and as such no one is to communicate with her or listen to her. She’s a stubborn girl and will no doubt try to give orders and sway the citizens of Gralon to her side. You will not only ignore her, but you will also report to me any infractions she has made with regard to this restriction.”
Dravven wrapped his arm around her, squeezing her tightly to him.
“Trust me when I tell you that Princess Sable Dred has become Princess Dravven Graeme, wife of Dravven on our trip here. Rest assured that she has been punished for her crimes and will be sitting gingerly.”
The laughter rose in the crowd while men and women alike elbowed each other, jeering at her demise.
Dravven continued, “And rest assured as well, that she will continue to be regularly disciplined until she becomes a placid, congenial citizen of Gralon. Her intelligence, perseverance, and grace will be a great addition to our society, and it’s our goal to reform her into a respectable woman of upper society as Princess Graeme of the Gralon Empire.”
“Hail Princess Graeme! Hail to the new princess! Hail Princess Sable Graeme, wife of Prince Dravven!”
It was that easy. The people of Gralon readily accepted that she’d paid for her crimes, was married to their prince, and that with his assurances she’d become part of their society. At least Sable didn’t have to worry that she’d be killed in her sleep. The citizens would be wary of a princess that disappeared overnight. But she had no idea if she was ready to submit to Dravven or become part of their planet. One day at a time... she’d formulate a plan and decide the best course for her life.
Dravven held Sable’s upper arm in a firm grip, tugging her off the stage, running down the back steps, which led into an underground tunnel leading to the entrance to the Graeme estate. Royal security and personnel followed the couple, assuring their safety until they were behind the stone walls.
The large black wrought-iron gates slammed behind Sable, the clank of the locks engaging, and Sable’s skin broke out into gooseflesh, her past life being shut symbolically outside the gates and her new life ahead of her, walking down the long stone corridor and up the stairs that took them to the front entry of the Graeme mansion.
Dravven stopped with his arm still holding her tightly to his body and addressing the family and staff, he said, “This is Sable. As you all heard, she’s my wife now, as well as my subm
issive and prisoner. She’ll be paying for her misdeeds and will answer to me in all things. Did you all hear me? All things.”
Sable watched the men and women around him. All of them were easily ten to thirteen feet tall. The men were muscled and brawny with broad shoulders and aristocratic features—long thin noses, angular jaws with plump rosy lips, and long black straight hair that was in deep contrast to their olive green skin. Their dark eyes burrowed into her while he spoke and they didn’t show a smidge of friendliness.
Although the women were smaller in stature, their demeanors and muscled shoulders and arms spoke to their strength. It would take more than just determination to break free from these people; it would take her physical and mental strength as well.
Sable had a sinking feeling that leaving the Gralon Empire might only occur at the end of her six-month sentence, forcing her to become submissive to Dravven and to this male-led, dominant/submissive society.
Dravven’s deep voice broke into her thoughts and addressing the staff he continued. “Please inform me of any behaviors that do not meet my standards and expectations. You may verbally rebuke her and do what is necessary to contain her until I arrive, but all physical restraint and punishment is my responsibility and mine alone. Is that clear?”
“Yes, Sir,” they all murmured.
“She’ll remain in my quarters for the night, and will be with me during the day as well. Keeping my submissive near me, exposed to my voice and touch as much as possible will make her training intense and quick.” With a wave of his hand, he dismissed everyone. “Carry on.”
Waiting until the staff left, he said, “These are my parents. Rexx and Fayne. That sullen man standing next to my mother is my brother Nash, and beside him are my other brother, Lennis, and my younger sister, Mizette.”
Everyone stared at them for a moment. Dravven’s father walked up to her, his hands clasped behind his back. He held her chin up with his forefinger, turning her head to the left and then to the right, staring at her intently, looking at every feature of her face before releasing her.
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