Page 15 of Her Alien Beast
As I visualize being bent over his sturdy thighs, fresh tremors of arousal throb between my legs. I’ll be at his mercy once again, and his hands will be touching a very private area on my body. Being punished by Vlann seems like an act as intimate as making love, a thought that scares me just as much as the fear of impending pain and humiliation. What is wrong with me? I don’t want this…I don’t!
Do I?
But before I can put my conflicted thoughts in order, I hear a noise on the other side of the door as I’m drying myself off. Vlann has returned. Damn. My bag of clothes is on the bed. All I have to cover myself is a towel and I hesitate leaving the bathroom. Sure, Vlann’s about to see my bare bottom, there’s no avoiding that, but I don’t wish for him to see anything else. Especially if the pulses between my thighs don’t cease. The prospect of him discovering me soaking wet with arousal leaves me awash in shame. What would he think of me?
But then I remember the unmistakable hardness of his own arousal as he pressed me down on the forest floor. My breath catches in my throat and I break into a tremble. Is the handsome alien bounty hunter attracted to me? Does he desire me?
“You have until the count of five, little human,” he calls through the door. “One, two…”
“Um…Mr. D’Zorr?”
“What is it?” he asks, pausing in his counting.
“Could you please pass me the bag that’s on the bed?”
“Why?”
My heart races. “Because I didn’t bring any clothes in here.”
A moment later, he opens the door just wide enough to toss a tank top inside. A tank top and nothing else. My stomach drops as humiliation courses through me. “Please, sir, could I please have the whole bag?”
“You won’t need to wear anything else, Amira. I suggest you put the shirt on before I change my mind and takeitaway,” he replies, much to my horror.
With my hands shaking, I slip into the tank top and smooth my hair back. Never in my life have I felt so naked, so exposed. I glance in the mirror and peer at the slit of my pussy, clearly visible between my thighs, as the shirt doesn’t fall below my hips. I touch myself and realize I’m indeed soaking wet, just as I’d feared. Oh no.
I quickly use a towel to wipe as much of the moisture away as I possibly can, then throw the towel to the floor and spin around to face the door. I grab an extra towel off the rack and wrap it around my waist, even though I doubt he’ll allow me to wear it for long.
“Time’s up!” he calls impatiently, and the door is flung open.
I gasp and hold the towel securely around my waist, as if it’s a shield.
“Please…” I begin upon seeing the displeasure on his face, but he snatches the towel away. Mortified, I turn and reach for another towel, but he grabs my arm and holds me in place while he delivers two rapid but hard swats to my bottom. I have no choice but to stand there, directly in front of the mirror where I can see my own reflection, including the area of my body I was trying to hide.
I notice his gaze drops to the lower half of the mirror and my face flames. He’s looking at the folds of my sex while I stand in front of the mirror as he spanks me. He gives me three more swats before guiding me out of the bathroom.
The spanking begins the moment Vlann positions me over his knee on the bed. The slaps rain down and down, swiftly across my bottom and thighs without mercy. It’s not long before my backside stings unbearably, though he keeps on smacking.
I try to concentrate on not crying but it’s not long before tears burn in my eyes. I was naughty. I disobeyed Vlann, and now he’s punishing me. Guilt washes through me. He probably thinks I tried to cheat him out of the reward. If I run off and he’s not the person to deliver me back to my parents, he won’t see a single galactic credit of the ten thousand that’s on my head. By now the reward has probably increased. Is that why he’s so angry?
A sob finally erupts from my throat. I’m freely crying now, heartsick over the knowledge that I’ve basically tried to cheat Vlann out of his reward, but also saddened that he cares about the money in the first place. That’s all I am to him, I guess, after all—a big payday. My attraction to him is ridiculous. I shouldn’t want him. I shouldn’t even like him. He’s a bounty hunter, and for the time being, he’s my captor.
When he pauses, I pray the end is finally in sight. But to my dismay, he boldly rubs my bottom and leans down to whisper, “The next time you attempt escape, little human, I’ll be taking my belt to you.”
I shudder and then gasp as his hand crashes down again, this time with a series of resounding slaps that land across the bottom curve of my backside. It’s the worst pain yet, and it causes my tears to fall harder. As my agony intensifies, I can’t help but wonder if he’ll comfort me after he’s done punishing me, as he did yesterday. I hope he does, even though I don’t think I deserve his kindness.
He pauses again and lightly traces my bottom with his punishing hand. I use the respite to take several deep breaths in an effort to stop crying. His hand continues exploring my backside, then moves maddingly close to my intimate folds.
He has one leg atop mine to help hold me down, but my thighs are parted just wide enough that I feel the cool air in the room hitting my pussy. If I can feel the air moving against my most private places, that means he can look upon them.
“Did you know there’s a basement to my house?” he asks, still stroking my bottom. “It’s very secure with no windows. I’ve kept criminals down there before.”
“Please, please don’t lock me down there, Mr. D’Zorr.” My heart clenches with despair. If I’m locked in the basement, I won’t be near Vlann. “I-I’m sorry I tried to run away. I’m sorry I tried to cheat you.”
“Are you really sorry?” he asks. “Or do you just wantthis,” he slaps my bottom again, “to end?”
“I tried to cheat you, and I’m sorry,” I reply. “If you think I deserve a longer spanking, I’ll accept it, just please don’t lock me in the basement.” I can’t believe the words falling from my lips, but I’ll do anything to get back in Vlann’s good graces, and anything to avoid being locked in his basement like a criminal.
“Tell mewhyyou tried to escape? The truth.” To my relief, his hand rests on the curve of my stinging bottom, though still too near my intimate folds. I’m not sure whether I want him to caress my most private parts or move his hand away.
