Page 18 of Her Alien Beast
I know this confession doesn’t come easily, for she has just admitted an embarrassing secret to me, though I had already suspected as much, given her propensity to flush when I threaten to punish her. I force her to meet my gaze by firmly cupping her face in my hands.
I’ve never wanted a woman so badly in my life before, so great is my need to take Amira, to claim her in a rough and hard manner. But her admission has just presented an opportunity that I’m not about to pass up, an exercise in trust.
“Do you really trust me, little human?” I ask.
She nods, her expression slightly bemused.
Wordlessly, I guide her over my lap. To my pleasure, she doesn’t protest, though I glimpse a flicker of doubt in her eyes just before she lowers her head. I pull her pants down to rest at her knees and yank her underwear upward into the crease of her buttocks, revealing the sweet curves of her ass cheeks. My cock shifts at the sight, and I trail my hand over her flesh. She shivers, but remains in place. The scent of her building arousal reaches my nostrils. I growl and take a long inhale.
I raise my hand up before delivering a sound smack to her bottom, prompting her gasp. I lean down and whisper, “This isn’t a punishment, Amira. This is just because I want to watch your little bottom turn red under my hand while you grow achy and wet between your thighs. I want you to be a good girl and submit to this spanking, little human, even if it begins to hurt. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.” Her voice is high and breathless, and I know she’s sharing in my excitement. A glimpse at the wet spot on the crotch area of her panties is evidence enough, even if I hadn’t already scented her arousal in the air.
I begin slow, warming her up for the harder slaps to follow. Once her flesh is a beautiful deep pink, I move my attentions to her thighs, smacking each one several times before returning to her bottom. She gasps and squirms as I build my momentum, but she doesn’t attempt to escape.
She gasps again when I slip a finger inside her panties, probing the gathering moisture between her secret folds. She is slick for me, ready for the merciless pounding I intend to give her. When I push two digits into her warm tunnel, she moans and arches back, begging for more.
I can’t wait a moment longer. “On your hands and knees,” I command.
She obeys, and I help her into position on the soft grass. With her breasts exposed and her reddened bottom high and inviting, she is a vision to behold. I quickly remove my pants and settle myself behind her. I grip the fabric wedged between her buttocks and yank upward, teasing her with the friction. She whimpers and bucks backward, and I yank the fabric up twice more. She meets my gaze from over her shoulder, her face flushed with need. I smile wickedly, finally pull her underwear down, and thrust my length inside in a movement so swift she cries out in surprise.
I pound into her ruthlessly as I tighten my hold on her hips, gripping her so hard my knuckles turn a light green. I become lost in a sea of pleasure, barely aware of the world surrounding us. There is only Amira and my consuming desire for her. My heart pounds faster as I increase the speed of my thrusts, claiming the little human with all the fury of my possessiveness for her.
