ROMANCE: Stolen by the Alien Lord (BBW Alpha Male Pregnancy Romance) (Contemporary Science Fiction Paranormal Short Stories)

by Knightingale, Fiona

  “Hermosa Beach, hunh?” he noted with a chuckle.

  “Why is that funny?” she asked nervously. “It’s where I went to high school but I don’t know why you ask that on a karate class app.”

  “Mixed Martial Arts. If you think you’re getting a karate class, you’re in the in the wrong place,” he said firmly but politely.

  “Oh,” she remarked. “Self-defense?”

  He nodded.

  “Yes,” he said. “That you’ll get. No I knew some people in Hermosa. I lived there for a short while before my parents got divorced. Don’t meet too many from there.”

  “Oh,” she said. “I’ve lived there all my life. I just moved up here to the bay area six months ago.”

  “The job?” he asked.

  “Yes,” she replied. “I am about to go overseas and the company would like us to have some basics.”

  “When do you leave?” he asked.

  “In three weeks, I think. If all goes well with the VISA,” she replied.

  “Well I’ll be honest with you,” he said gravely. “Three weeks isn’t going to do anything for you. I mean it’s a start and we all start somewhere. But I would say in six months, you’ll be able to show me something.”

  Diane slunk back in her chair.

  “I didn’t mean to bum you out but I don’t want to take your money if it’s not going to keep you safe. I hate it when companies do that. I wished they would contact me directly and say, hey I have got x number of people coming over because we are leaving next week for war-torn wherever. I would save you the travel time,” he said.

  “Are you turning me away?” she asked very disappointedly.

  A look of sympathy came across his face. He was struggling with his decision, she could tell.

  “I tell you what. You stay in class tonight. I’ll tell your boss what I told you. You are welcomed to stay but I make no guarantees. However, if your boss agrees, I will work with you in a concentrated class and we’ll get you in pretty good shape in three weeks’ time. How’s that?” he asked.

  “That’s better,” she said.

  “You can change in my office,” he said. “I think the bathroom is full with people doing the same.”

  “When does the class actually start?” she asked.

  “You have about 20 minutes,” he replied.

  “Okay good,” she said.

  And with that, Rob left Diane alone in his office.

  Chapter Three

  Diane made sure that the blinds were drawn tight and that the door was absolutely locked before she shed her clothes. She wore a skimpy thong and she wasn’t in the mood to be showing her gluteus maximus, as her gym teacher used to call it, to just anyone.

  But as she was stripping down to her underwear, she became enthralled in the pictures on the wall. The office was covered with them. Pictures of Rob in the Navy as a seal – Diane was thoroughly impressed. Her step father had been in the Navy but she had no recollection of that.

  Her own father had died and then her mother briefly remarried but it didn’t work out. Diane had no memory of any of it but she did recall her mom saying he was a Navy guy.

  If her stepfather had looked like Rob did in his pictures, Diane was certain the marriage wouldn’t have failed. Her MMA instructor was drop dead gorgeous.

  Diane was wakened from her daydreaming with an assertive rap on the door.

  “Let’s go,” said Rob.

  “Okay,” said Diane, embarrassed she was standing in his office in her underwear snooping.

  She quickly stepped into her uniform and scurried out to the rest of the class.

  “Ahem,” said Rob, directing her attention with his eyes.

  With one hand, he reached to her uniform which gaped at the chest and with the other he unpinned a safety pin from the hem of his own uniform.

  “I have these only for the first day of class,” he lectured.

  He untied and re-tied her belt. His knuckles brushed her breasts accidentally when he tugged.

  “From now on, you will come prepared," he lectured.

  Diane felt like he was giving her spanking. But surely she could not be the only person in class who didn’t quite know how to put on the uniform.

  “Step in line,” he said, positioning by the guidance of firm hands.

  Diane tried to listen to his instruction as her eyes were glued on his form as is meandered through rows of seasoned students and newbies. She figured it out that the good students were in the front rows and as the rows progressed backwards, so did the skill level. Diane was dead last in the class.

  Before she realized it, Rob was behind her, like a shadow. A magnetic shadow that pulled and stirred her. She didn’t know whether to weep or moan. He had her turned on like no one else. Rob Zingg was the devil for sure.

  With his bare feet, he corrected her stance by widening her feet.

  “Kick your heels out,” he murmured. “You weren’t paying attention to what I just said, were you?”

  “No Rob,” she replied.

  “Sensei,” he corrected and then he said for the benefit of the class. “You got that? I am not Rob. I am Mr. Zingg or Sensei.”

  “And because you were honest just now, I won’t make you drop and give me twenty,” he said and then he whispered, “but next time I will.”

  Eventually the clean white belts got to sit down and observe as the higher belts continued with their class. Each time the practice became tougher, the lesser belts took a seat until all that was left were the black belts.

  Diane felt like a voyeur because she was spying on Rob. The way he glided and prowled between students looking for reasons to put his hands on them. He was hard on the men and sometimes on the women too. But his actions fostered a deep seeded desire to please. No one wanted to make a mistake.

  Zingg was not shy placing his hands on the students wherever he wanted. He basically molested them, in Diane’s estimate, and no objected. She wondered if he wasn’t some kind of Dom/perv who got off on being the master. She harbored a mild fantasy about that. About being submissive to an all knowing dominant.

  She was more than a little stirred by the way he put his hands on the hips of one female student.

  “Now you know better than this,” he scolded her gently.

  That was all it took for the entire class to feel the disappointment of the student’s failure to please Sensei Zingg.

  “Okay class,” he said with a clap of his hands. “Good job.”

  It was basically the only praise she heard him give the entire session. The older students invited the newbies to the fast mart next door to buy drinks. Diane stayed behind, gathered her gym bag.

  “You coming back or will this be it?” asked Zingg.

  “I haven’t decided,” she said.

  The truth was she wouldn’t come back to learn how to defend herself. She would be coming back for him. She wasn’t so sure she didn’t want to go without seeing him again. There was something about him.

  The students returned to the dojo with glass bottled sodas.

  “Okay you know the rules,” he said. “You sweep up afterwards. Get the bread. The first shard of glass in my foot, this will be the last time we do this.”

  The students downed the contents of the bottles and then on the count of three, they rammed their palms against the mouths of the bottles, knocking out the bottom. The bottoms of the bottles flew off and went sailing, in one solid piece.

  “Okay that is cool,” remarked Diane. “I am not sure what purpose it serves, but it definitely looks cool.”

  “Wanna try?” asked Rob.

  “No I can’t,” she said.

  He shrugged.

  “You are absolutely right about that,” he said. “If you don’t try, you can’t. If you try, maybe you will. If you keep trying, you absolutely will be able to.”

  “Okay I get it,” she said.

  She was actually a little done with the life lessons. Soon enough, Rob wrapped his giant arms around her
body. Diane got lost in him. He positioned her hands on the bottle and directed her on the motion.

  “Now,” he said. “Put your hip into it.”

  Diane gave the first try and it didn’t work.

  “Do it again,” he ordered, still wrapped around her.

  Diane didn’t really want to but she felt obliged to obey. The second try failed, but she did bruise the heck out of her hand.

  “Okay,” she said handing him the bottle.

  “Again,” he ordered.

  Now she was certain she didn’t want to. If he didn’t back off, she was made up her mind then and there, she wasn’t coming back. She tried it a third time and it failed.

  “Not letting you go until you do this. Again,” he said.

  Diane was furious. Just to get out of his clutches, she took a swing, shoved her bruised palm on the mouth of the bottle in one fluid motion and off flew the bottom of the bottle. The dojo cheered. Her hand hurt like hell but Diane thought she could get used to the cheering.

  “You did it,” he whispered.

  Emotion twisted within her. He knew she could before he did. For some reason that made her a little sick and weary. She wanted to go home. This was all becoming a little too rich.

  “Okay, good job Sensei Rob,” she said.

  “Sensei,” he corrected. “Sensei.”

  Chapter Four

  Rob ordered a black belt to walk Diane to the car. At this point, although she was intrigued by him, she was glad of that. She was kind of done with him and she needed a detox already. She maneuvered out of the alley and was just about to pull out into the street when Rob knocked on the window.

  “You really should change out of your uniform before leaving the dojo,” he said. “Go straight home. If you go to a store or a gas station in thing, people will give you a hard time.”

  “I think in my neighborhood it might be a good thing,” she said.

  “Where do you live?” he asked.

  “I live over on the east side,” she said.

  Rob rolled his eyes.

  “I live out that way too,” he said. “I will follow you home, and see you to your door.”

  Still under some sort of invisible spell of his, Diane waited for Rob to load up in his car before she pulled out onto the street. Her condo was only about ten miles away but she lived in a dicey part of town. Just beyond it were the hills where romantic sweeping homes built on the side of the slopes.

  Diane could see the hill side mountains from her condo windows. She looked at them and dreamt. So when Rob said he lived out her way she had no idea that he meant he lived in one of those mansions.

  She pulled into her driveway and he pulled in right behind her.

  “I’ll watch you until you get in the door,” he said leaning his head out his car window.

  But Diane’s belt must have untied in the course of driving. She got out of her car and tripped and fell.

  “Jeez,” said Rob as he rushed to her aid.

  “I feel so stupid - ow!” she cried out.

  He stooped down to examine her.

  “Where’s it hurt?” he asked.

  “My knee,” she said.

  “Take a deep breath,” He ordered.

  He scooped beneath her knees with his hands and lifted her. Diane was surprised how easily she into his arms. It was like she was made for him. She marveled at how agile he was, unlocking, opening and closing her door all with her in his arms. He was so smooth, so smart.

  Instinctively, he found the light switch in the entrance way and made his way to her living room, where he gently deposited her on the overstuffed sofa. He returned to the front door to lock it. Diane realized he was staying.

  Rob took a seat beside her on the sofa. Her knee still smarted where she fell. In fact it throbbed. She tried to pull herself up on her elbows to be more eye-level with him and she winced with pain.

  “Let’s have a look,” he said in a doctorly tone.

  Rob had a baritone voice. Everything he said seemed to boom. It was a very rich, commanding voice. Still in order for Diane to comply with his wishes meant that she would have to get half-undressed. He seemed to be fine with that. She wasn’t.

  Beyond that she really didn’t know this person, she had an unusual attraction to him. It was positively animal, with a life of its own. She didn’t trust it or her. She felt like she almost didn’t have any power over it if she were tested. She didn’t feel like she could resist it. Or him.

  But his hands were at the waist of her uniform. He unfastened the drawstring that held them up. His rough knuckles grazed the delicate doughy skin of her belly.

  “Ahem?” she said. “What do you think you’re doing?”

  Chapter Five

  Rob’s narrowed the distance between them and regarded her sternly.

  “I am going to examine your knee. I have dealt with injury for ten plus years, seeing my students get injured in sparring. I’ve also seen what happens when those injuries get dismissed. I don’t want to just brush this off now and then rush you to the emergency room later,” he lectured.

  But Diane would not relinquish her hold on her clothing.

  “I can take care of this,” she insisted.

  “Miss Foster, Diane, we are adults. I promise, I won’t make a pass at you even though, I’ll be totally honest. I would love to and maybe under different circumstances. But this is all professional,” he assured her.

  “Professional? A professional MMA instructor?” she teased.

  “I will have you know, I was a Navy Seal. Both as your sensei and a Seal I abide by a strict code of honor. I would not take advantage of you,” he said.

  Boldness came over Diane.

  “What if I wanted you to?” she asked wantonly.

  There was a quiet that pressed down in the room upon them. It was electric. They didn’t have to say too much more. Their thoughts were loud enough to communicate without speaking.

  “Well then,” he said, leaning into her very closely, “It would be mutual consent and completely understandable.”

  His lips brushed hers. Just as she expected, their chemistry had such spark that his contact with hers send fingers of thrill throughout her body. She was lit up from head to toe with utter passion.

  His hot, wet tongue penetrated her mouth and masterfully owned her. It swept the spongy moist walls of her cheeks, to the back of her tongue as far as he could comfortably go; to twirling with her tongue, mating with it.

  Diane moaned with pleasure. It was an involuntary response that came from deep within her. It pulled up from her belly which was warm and aching and melting. She was so so wet for him and ready.

  Rob pulled back and broke their kiss.

  “Let’s check your injury first,” he said with a frustrate laugh.

  He touched his head to hers obviously trying to get ahold of himself. Then, as though he knew the house as well as she did herself, he flipped the switch of the table lamp and cast a light on Diane’s bare leg.

  Rob had such long fingers and the span of his grip was immense. He felt up and down her leg, down past her painful knee. He worked her knee, which was swollen and stiff but not broken. He got up from the couch and into the kitchen for a baggie which he filled with ice. He wrapped it all in a clean kitchen towel.

  “Hold this,” he said.

  She did as she was told, holding the soothing pouch to her knee.

  “Much better,” she said. “I can’t believe I was so clumsy.”

  She connected to his gaze. He had been staring at her. His eyes were filled with yearning. On cue, they both leaned into each other. He picked up where they left off. He firmly cupped the back of her neck, drawing her closer to him.

  Diane slipped her tongue into his mouth, letting herself explore. She disregarded her pain and climbed up him. Rob was a virtual giant compared to her. And yet Diane was able to guide him backwards so that his back was flat against the couch. She straddled him.

  She unpinned the safety pin t
hat he lent her at the beginning of class, and let her uniform fall open. His large hands pushed into the opening of her uniform and off of her frame. She was now in naked to the waist save for her underwear.

  He cupped her breasts. She was a small woman. Her breasts were sweet hands full. She was so thankful that she chose this day to wear her best undergarments. The champagne colored satin push up plumped her breasts just so to reveal her slim waist.

  His hands gripped her torso easily. Diane felt so dainty in his hold. They glided around to the small of her back. He cupped her buttocks. Diane arched her back wantonly. His hands spread and his thumbs sneaked between her legs, between them to her wet heat.

  He pressed and rubbed there. Diane rocked on his touch. He moved one hand back to her breast, dipping beneath the fabric of her bra. He tweezed the petal soft skin of her nipple until it was hard.

  Rob was so tall that he could lean upward and put his blistering hot mouth to her pebbled nipple. He drew on it pulling deep from within. He flicked his tongue on the tip, making her feel aching and empty. She needed him.

  She must have been absent-mindedly squirming on him. Her arousal was like a narcotic, doping her in and out of awareness. She wriggled and grinded.

  Careful of her knee, Rob flipped her like she had the weight of feather. His fingers found her center. They kneaded and pressed and penetrated. Diane’s heat was slick and ready. He leaned down to her, pressing his lips to the petaled opening and licked.

  The tantalizing softness with which he trailed his tongue, sometimes darting in and out of her, sometimes flicking, was sugared torture. Diane arched her hips up against his mouth with yearning.

  With his large and powerful hands, he braced her spread thighs, concentrating his effort to her most sensitive spot. He pinned the nub at the apex of her opening and lashed it relentlessly with the tip of his tongue.

  Diane grasped his hair, tapped his immense, solid shoulders to urge him up above her. He rose like a god-like giant above her, his torso so powerfully cut. He was so handsome, so romantically shadow. She smiled at him. Her body was warm and ready to receive him.