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.
When twenty-year-old Princess Sabine discovers that her father plans to marry her off to a cruel, heartless general, she flees through the world gate, and what she discovers on the other side is unlike anything she has ever seen. But Sabine is an outsider in this land of towering buildings, advanced technology, and vast multitudes of people, and she soon finds herself in grave danger.
As the guardian of the gate, Maxim’s orders are simple. He must track down the princess and bring her home. But then the ancient portal is suddenly destroyed, leaving Maxim and Sabine trapped on the other side, and he quickly realizes that if he is going to keep the beautiful, headstrong princess safe, he is going to have to take her firmly in hand and teach her to obey.
Sabine is shocked to learn that under the laws of this realm, she will not be a free woman. She will be a pet, the property of her owner, and that owner will be Maxim. Soon enough, she is wearing nothing but a collar and tail as she kneels at her master’s feet with her cheeks blushing and her well-punished bottom sore both inside and out. But when the gate is repaired and opened once more, will Maxim and Sabine end up at the center of a war between two worlds?
He led her into a room marked “PRIVATE” and closed the door behind them. It looked like a bedroom, freshly made up. She did not understand the purpose of it. Were they going to sleep here?
“I thought we were going to new territory?”
“We are,” he said, shrugging off his coat to reveal a torso clad in tight silver fabric. He was dressed very strangely, but not unattractively. She could already see how strong and muscular he was, built for battle as the best Ere warriors were.
“What are you doing?”
He walked over to her and started undressing her, removing all the clothing she had basically just put on in Times Square. She squirmed in his grasp, shocked by how free he was with her body.
“You can’t touch me like this! I’m a princess!”
“You’re nothing at all besides my property,” he replied. “If you’re scanned and found to be a virgin, we’re going to have a lot of explaining to do. Centillion is adult only territory. All citizens are over eighteen and none of them are virgins. Owners are expected to fuck their property. So I’m going to have to fuck you before we go in. Nothing personal, princess.”
Nothing personal! How could sex not be personal?
“Are you… you can’t mean that…” she stammered, blushing as his green eyes met hers with serious intention. “We can’t… do that…”
“We can and we have to,” he said. “There’s no other territory to go to, thanks to your decision to rush through that gate. It didn’t stand up to being used three times in quick succession, which means we’re stuck here. You wanted to come to this world, you’re going to have to play by its rules.”
His strong hands were now removing the last scraps of clothing, leaving her utterly naked.
“But… I’ve never… I’m scared…”
She lowered her head, but he put his fingers underneath her chin and raised her eyes to his. “Don’t be scared, princess,” he said as his other hand caressed up and down the side of her body, finding the curve of her rear and paying special attention to it. “This was always going to happen one day, and it was never going to be with a man of your choosing.”
He was right on that account. Had she not rushed through the portal, it would have been with General Isodor. The very thought of him made her shiver again. At least this man was handsome, and though he had snapped at her and ordered her about, he did not have the stench of cruelty which followed Isodor.
She looked up into his green gaze with a growing curiosity as his hands roamed her body, caressing every bit of her skin. He clearly knew how to touch a woman. There was no hesitation in the way his palms and fingers moved across her flesh, cupping her breasts, stroking her nipples with the pads of his thumbs until she let out a moan and leaned in closer.
Maxim was about to deflower the princess of Ere.
His cock was rampant beneath his clothing, had been from the moment he started to peel the layers of clothing from the royal princess. Her body was quite something to behold, all soft curves which responded immediately to his touch. She was entirely virginal, had been kept that way by design, and her body was unblemished and untouched. It was said that the princess was bathed daily and massaged with special oils to keep her body perfect for her future king. Whatever had been done, whether it was nature’s fresh bloom alone, or the product of careful preparation, she was as stunning a young woman as he had ever laid eyes on.
She was also a disobedient little brat, and he would have been lying to himself if he didn’t admit that the prospect of fucking her nice and hard was appealing. Soon he would sink his cock deep between her once chaste lower lips and find the core of not just her being, but the entire realm.
He began to kiss her, capturing her mouth and letting his tongue lash hers in a new way as he devoured this tender royal morsel, his hand snaking around to cup her rear and slide between her cheeks, where the downy lips of her cunt protected the final seal.
She tasted like innocence. He could feel her uncertainty in the kiss, her tongue a little awkward, not knowing what was expected of her. He began to teach her by slow degrees, his tongue and lips teasing her into kissing him back as her body began to sink against his all the more. She was not resisting him, not even a little bit. He started to stroke her pussy, his long fingers teasing her outer lips, petting her gently as he held her in that kiss.
His mouth left hers and he looked down at her to see her face flushed with desire. Her eyes were glossy with lust and need, her hips grinding in the way nature ordained. There was no need to wait any longer, or sense in doing so. This was treason, but it had to be done. Maxim pulled his clothing off, paying little attention to where it went as long as it was no longer between them.
“Oh by the gods!” Her gasp as his cock came into view was charming.
She stared at his rod, the thick pillar of flesh hard against his belly, the head already slick with precum at the prospect of taking the princess.
“That cannot possibly…” she shook her head, blushing profusely. “Sir Maxim, nothing of that size could ever…”
“You’d be surprised, princess,” he drawled, taking her in his arms and drawing her down onto the bed. She was light and easy to maneuver. She would be a fun little fuck toy, of that he was certain. He swept her around atop his body and positioned her virginal royal slit along the length of his shaft, her legs straddling him as he held her by the hips and drew her back and forth along the length of his cock, using the growing evidence of her wet desire to lubricate his rod…
“I think you have forgotten your place. I think it has made you anxious and guilty. I think I need to take some time to remind you. On your knees, pet.”
He pointed at the floor in front of the chair, and when she did not move, he reached out, took a big handful of hair at the nape of her neck and scruffed her down to the floor. In spite of her misery, a little smile appeared on her face. Vitomir’s handling always made her feel small, contained. He was right, she needed that now more than anything. He grasped her chin to make her look up at him, his golden eyes focused on her with dominant determination.
“But nothing. I don’t want your mind on anything or anyone beside me,” he said, keeping her chin firmly between his fingers. “Worry about pleasing me. Nothing else. Understand?”
His hand slid between her thighs, found her pussy and laid a light slap across her lower lips. “You’ve been quite the rebellious little thing lately. Punishment is in order.”
His fingers landed harder against her soft slit and she gasped, reaching down to grab his wrist.
“Uh uh, pet,” he chastised her. “Move your hand.”
She whimpered and let his hand go. He pushed her legs further apart, rubbed her slit, then spanked her pussy again, his eyes fixed on hers as he punished her sex with swift little slaps that made her pussy swell with damp arousal.
“No matter what happens, you’re my pet,” he reminded her. “You are under my protection and I will not allow any harm to come to you.”
“I almost got shot out of the sky today,” she reminded him. “You can’t stop harm coming to me.”
“That’s true,” he admitted. “No matter how much I try to protect you from others, if you run into danger, I can’t stop it. Obviously I haven’t made enough of an impression on you about obedience.”
With that, Vitomir swept her legs up into the air and landed a slap on her bottom, holding her in a very embarrassing position with her knees almost at her chest as his palm whipped her cheeks.
“Okay! Okay!” she gasped and wriggled, though the position didn’t really allow for any movement at all. “I’m sorry, I am!”
“You’re sorry because I’m thrashing your bottom,” he said, his palm landing all the harder on her soft cheeks.
“I was sorry already! I promise! I was!”
Her cries did nothing. He had not punished her so thoroughly in a very long time, and Lilly had almost forgotten what it felt like to be pinned down and simply spanked like a naughty girl. Vitomir was thorough, covering every part of her bottom and even painting the backs of her upper thighs with swift punishing slaps.
“Owwwwwwwieee!” she gasped. “I’m sorry! I get it! I should have… owww!”
The spanking left her skin very hot and tight and sore, but the more he spanked, the more the little chalice between her raised thighs grew wet. She could feel her juices start to spill over the little dams of her lips and run down the crevice of her bottom and coat her inner thighs as she squirmed under his punishing hand.
After she is taken captive and forced aboard an alien ship, twenty-five-year-old Kelly Kennedy wastes no time in attempting an escape, but her efforts merely bring her to the attention of one of the alien commanders, and the huge, roughly-handsome warrior chases her down, binds and gags her, and puts his collar around her neck.
Though Rake is not used to defiance from the human women he is tasked with capturing for future breeding, the thought of mastering a headstrong female like Kelly appeals to him, and he decides to take her as his pet. He has no doubt that taming her will require a firm hand, however, and her sharp tongue quickly earns her a painful, humiliating spanking on her bare bottom.
In spite of her fury at being treated in such a shameful manner, Rake’s strict correction arouses Kelly deeply, and soon she is writhing in ecstasy as she is brought to one quivering climax after another. Over the coming days, she learns what it means to be utterly and completely claimed by a stern, dominant alien warrior. But when the time comes for Kelly to perform in a trial of obedience to prove that she has been properly trained, will she do her owner proud?
She mewled desperate words, her throat raw with the effort of crying both her desire for and rebellion against the alien who held her prisoner. The only thing she was more afraid of than what he was about to do, was the possibility that he might not do it. She tipped her head back, her face lifted to his, her eyes locked in a pleading gaze as she simultaneously begged for and writhed in fear of what he would bring out of her.
She had been a modern woman. She had owned a smart phone and sipped iced coffee through a straw and sent little snippets of video filtered with panda bear ears through to her friends who replied with glittering abbreviated phrases. She had spent hours lifting her phone up to just the right angle and looking at herself in various digital lights until she found a version of herself that was good enough to share.
Now she was naked under the glow of a thousand stars, the curves of her body displayed in an arch against the masculine frame which made hers seem so soft, so small, so very tender and vulnerable. The alien male who held her was nearly twice her size, his large hands roaming her body, cupping her breasts, finding the plane of her stomach and rounding the curve of her hip to clasp her bottom.
She was stripped of everything. Her clothes, all the trappings of the world from which she had been taken, her very sense of what it meant to be woman. He had taken everything and left her with nothing but the elemental truth of her animal nature.
“Allow me to make your place in my world very clear,” he said, leaning forward. “You are my prisoner. My pet. You are my toy. You are a plaything with which I will amuse myself. You are here at my pleasure and you will perform at my desire.”
Eighteen-year-old Mika Ferrier has never concerned herself much with stories of the war between men and dragons, but her life changes in an instant when she is pulled through a portal that appears suddenly in her room one night. She awakens in an opulent palace in the company of a huge, handsome man who explains that he has taken Mika captive for her own protection.
Casimer, King of the Dragon Realm, has been watching Mika for a long time. Though she does not know it, dragon’s blood flows in her veins, and she will never truly be safe on Earth. But while he brought Mika to his world to keep her safe, when Casimir realizes that she is in desperate need of taming he decides to claim the beautiful, headstrong girl as his pet.
After Mika is stripped bare and spanked thoroughly, her owner sets about training her, and soon she has been fitted with a leash, collar, and tail. Yet even as she blushes crimson while kneeling naked at the dragon king’s feet, Mika cannot help yearning for him to take her in his arms and make her his own. But can she dare to hope that one day she will be more than merely his pet?