An excerpt from my Alien Alphas exclusive story, Doubly Dominant:
She ignored his order outright and a second later she was deprived of both his cock and his tongue. She felt his grip slide down her body, then let out a squeal as she was flipped over onto her back. He handled her with such total ease and she truly was like a toy to him, smaller, weaker, malleable, controllable. Her flesh was his and he clearly intended to drive that point home as he pinned her down, his hand on her belly, her legs spread wide.
“When I give you an order, you will obey it,” he informed her a moment before his open hand came down across her pussy with a hard slap which made her yowl.
“Aw, does your poor little pussy hurt?” He made a sympathetic sound before slapping her again, bringing a swelling and a blush to her lower lips. “Does my naughty girl not like how it feels to have her cunt punished?”
His fingers returned to her pussy, using the juices which had gathered during his more gentle teasing to torment her with the most delicate of touches just barely circling her clit. She bucked her hips up toward him, earning herself another sharp swat across her pussy.
“Stay still,” he reminded her as his fingers returned to their teasing torment, touching her so gently she didn’t know if she wanted this or the pussy spanking. She squirmed again and his fingers returned in another of those harsh slaps which made her sensitive lower lips blush. Her hips bucked once more as her wail rose.
“I told you to stay still,” he growled, his eyes catching hers. “Now stay.”
She couldn’t have moved if she’d wanted to. He had her now, trapped in his gaze and as his fingers roamed her sore little pussy, alternately spanking and teasing her glistening slit, she felt herself consumed with erotic sensations.
There was a cruelty about him, but it was calculated to precision effect. Had he wanted to hurt her, he could have. He was infinitely more powerful than she was. Instead, he was making her feel that power imbalance, showing her just how tender and helpless she was against him.
“You really don’t follow orders well at all,” he murmured. “Disobedient little thing. You are going to take a lot of work.”
She let out an unapologetic moan. His fingers were toying her toward climax, playing perfectly over her outer lips, then her inner folds, pinching her clit then sliding away entirely and returning to circle so very lightly over it. Never staying in one place long enough for her to actually cum, but drawing her closer and closer to the point where she was sure she would die if she didn’t orgasm… and still he didn’t allow it.
“Please…” she found her voice.
“You want something, my little criminal?”
“Let me c… let me cum…” she was trembling, her inner thighs quivering as he teased her to the point of climax, a point she normally would never have been able to hold back from, but something in his gaze was suppressing her orgasm.
“You’ll cum when it pleases me.”
Her moan rose to a whine of complaint. Her desire was being turned against her, her orgasm denied. He pinched her clit and slapped her pussy once more and the next sounds coming from her mouth were not whimpers or pleas, they were outright curses. She swore at him with all the frustration her situation created, her words muddled but her meaning clear.
“You are in no place to make demands,” he reminded her, drawing his hand away from her pussy completely, only to return a moment later with a hard swat which stung her lips and her clit and made her hips buck against his hand as it pulled away, then returned once more with another swift slap.
He was punishing her, but the punishment was not having the intended effect. Far from driving her away from orgasm, the sharp taps and slaps drew her closer, so much so that she spread her legs and welcomed his punishing hand.
“Naughty little toy,” he growled, whipping her pussy with his fingers. “How dare you cum while being punished.”
Trissa let out a cry of triumph as she came, the sensation of spanking pushing her through that final barrier and into orgasmic stratosphere.
It was not over. Kero spanked her through the orgasm, whipping her soft lips hard enough to make her squeal and writhe beneath his hand. She had come against his orders, but she could not escape the consequences. He held her down and made her take every bit of the punishment that was due to her, until finally she wailed for clemency.
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Including Doubly Dominant, a tale of alien discipline given by a Kilvoy inspector capable of handling a bratty little human runaway with no regard for intergalactic law, written by me :)
Maxim awoke in the middle of the night to an insistent vibration and Isri’s dulcet tones growing ever louder as he slept through her initial warnings.
“What is it, Isri?”
“Sir, your pet is attempting to leave via the front door. Should I allow her access?”
“No,” Maxim growled. “Absolutely not.”
Sabine really hadn’t gotten the message, apparently. He found her at the door, desperately trying to turn the handle, even though she must have known it wasn’t actually possible to get out. She had both her hands on the handle and was wrenching it hard enough to break something.
“Stop that!” He walked toward her and slapped her hand. Hard.
She gasped and yanked her hand back away from the door.
“Get back to bed. Now!” He thundered the instruction at her. It was not difficult to inject bass into his voice. This girl was trying his very last nerve.
This is a WIP excerpt from my upcoming dark pet play romance…
“You think I need to be a pet?”
His green gaze captured hers with dominant intensity. “I think you need to be kept.”
She found her breath coming in shallow little gasps. He was literally making it harder to breathe. Suddenly the whole world was him. She was lost in the gaze of this man who was so familiar, and yet a total stranger at the same time.
“I don’t know what that means,” she whimpered.
“I know,” he said. “Let me show you, Ellie.”
“On your knees,” he said, pointing to the floor.
“I don’t… what?” She squinted at him in confusion. “You can’t be serious, Mav.”
His hand slid around her neck, his fingers grasped a thick wad of her hair, and he pulled her from the couch, sinking with her until she was kneeling on the floor and he was crouched in front of her on one knee, his grip formidable as she attempted to squirm free.
“You’re going to need a lot of training,” he rumbled. “But this is your first position, Ellie. This is where you’re going to find yourself a great deal of the time as you start to learn what it means to be my pet.”
“Maven…” she whined his name, and he shook his head firmly.
“Sir,” he said. “You’ll call me sir.”
“Because Maven is what you call me when you’re being a haughty brat, and Mav is what you call me when you’re being flippant. You will call me sir, and I will call you pet.”
She made a grumbling sound which was cut off abruptly when he gave her hair a little tug. “Shh, pet,” he censured.
Thoroughly embarased and utterly uncomfortable being so humbled, she couldn’t help but squirm and complain.
“Let me up, Mav.”
“No, pet,” he said firmly, keeping her in place easily. He had her head and with it, control of her entire body. He wasn’t exerting practically anything in the way of force, but she was utterly stuck, there in front of him, her skirt riding up. It hadn’t been designed for crawling around on the floor. As far as she was concerned, she hadn’t been designed for it either. The longer he kept her in the position the more she whimpered and squirmed to no effect whatsoever.
“Maven, come on, this is silly, let me up…”
He didn’t dignify her rule breaking words with an reply. He quirked one thick brow at her and tightened his fingers just a little, so she felt his strength and her own weakness even more keenly.
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