Page 5 of The Alien's Pet

Karin's crying had subdued, but she was still trembling.

"Since my men do not find your naughtiness appealing, you will become my pet. Not mate. Pet. You are the lowest of the low, Karin. You are even below the other females. You are nothing." Korrev smiled. "Who knows, maybe with a bit of training, someone will want you as his mate, but until then, you are mine. Do not bother removing the bow. Only I have the key."

"I will never submit," Karin choked out bravely. "Not until I am taken home."

Korrev smiled at her stupidity as he grabbed the hot poker. "That will never happen. Now, I need you to remain still for ten seconds. You are going to feel a burning sensation on your right buttock."

Before Karin could even ask what he meant, he pressed the hot poker in the shape of his initials and the royal symbol intothe spanked skin. Karin screamed at the burning sensation as her ass was branded.

"There." The king removed the poker after ten horrid seconds. "You are marked. Everyone will know you're mine."

She didn't seem to be listening. She just continued sobbing. He shook his head. This was not what he wanted to deal with right now. He couldn't stand crying females, which was one of the main reasons why he hadn't taken a mate, even though he should be providing heirs.

Human females were so sensitive. Everything was always the end of the world for them. It was surprising the human species had lasted as long as it had.

"Karin, stop crying!" he ordered immediately.

Karin only cried harder.

Perhaps breaking her wouldn't be difficult after all. He removed the cuffs from her wrists and placed a weeping Karin over his shoulder, her burning, bare rump in the air, and took her back to his quarters.

Karin stopped crying momentarily when he entered his large bedroom. She was the first person to be there other than the servants, and he wondered briefly if it was a mistake. His bedroom was supposed to be his sanctuary. The last thing he needed was a little human running around and ruining his peace.

His bed was large, to accommodate his larger than most frame. One of the servants had placed a small square mattress on the edge of his bed. Pink, to match the bow around her neck.

He dropped her on the bed as gently as he could, but Karin still glared at him. She looked around momentarily, forgetting her anger. "Where am I?"

"My bedroom."

She looked down at her mattress, looking a little lost. "And this is where I'm supposed to sleep?"

"You can sleep on the floor if you prefer." Korrev narrowed his eyes. "Remember, you are a pet. You have no privileges. If I want you to lick the floor, you will lick the floor without complaining, or your ass will pay the price."

She flushed bright red. "My butt hurts," she murmured. Karin winced as her fingers touched the marks left behind. She looked horrified that his initials were on her bottom. On the other hand, it made Korrev feel proud to see her marked with the king's crest.

"I don't see how it is my concern," Korrev answered plainly.

Karin's eyes watered, but she didn't beg. Maybe she did have a little fight left in her. Good. It would be boring for him if she gave up too easily.

"If you need to relieve yourself, you do it in that room." He pointed to a smaller door where she could find the bathroom. "Don't make a mess."

She nodded, looking exhausted. It was still early, but she needed sleep. It had been a long day for her.

Karin settled into her mattress, for once not shielding her nakedness. She needed to get used to being naked. He would never allow her to wear clothes. None of the females in Krotev did.

There was a knock on the door and a servant came in with a bowl of white liquid. He nodded his thanks and delivered the bowl to Karin. "Drink," he ordered.

She wrinkled her nose. He almost smiled. She would make a good queen. Karin was just as stubborn as he was. "What is it?"

"Warm milk."

"This place has milk?"

"We import it along with other human goods and then sell it at the local market. Now, drink." The milk was laced with a tasteless sleeping and healing powder so she would sleepthrough the night and her bottom would heal. It would still ache in the morning, but not as much as it did right now.

"I need a glass. Or at least a spoon."

"Pets drink from the bowl."

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