Page 11 of Her Alien Beast
I find this comment rather curious, but he doesn’t elaborate any further. I can’t imagine being the only human on a planet. Does he enjoy his solitude? Again, I don’t have the nerve to ask this question.
When we’re both finished eating, I bolt away from the table with our plates. “I’ll do the dishes and clean the kitchen,” I say, darting out of the dining room before Vlann can reply.
As I stare at the mess and the dishwasher, it suddenly occurs to me that I’ve never cleaned a kitchen in my life. The servants my parents employ have always done everything. Even while I was away during college, I had used a maid service.
But, determined to fulfill my promise to clean, I return to the dining room for the rest of the plates. Vlann thanks me for helping and disappears down the hallway, muttering something about a call he must make.
I manage to fill the dishwasher and wipe the table and counters down. When it’s time to start the dishwasher, I search for soap. Finally, I discover a large bottle of red liquid underneath the sink. With a glance at the dirty dishes, I squeeze a liberal amount into a hole I find inside the door of the dishwasher, then I close it and press the start button.
Down the hallway, I find Vlann in a study lined with books and unusual metallic sculptures of animals. Bears and wolves, wildcats and lizards, as well as many other predatory animals native to Marryyn. Though the door is open, I timidly knock and wait for Vlann to glance up from whatever he’s peering at on a screen. The room oozes raw masculinity and a shiver races down my spine when I hear his deep voice calling out for me to enter.
“Can I help you?” he asks once I’m through the doorway. His posture is rigid, his gaze piercing. A glance at his large hands that are resting on the desk causes a quiver to race across my sore bottom cheeks. He’d punished me with those big hands, he’d held me down and swatted my bare behind while scolding me for my naughty behavior. A thrill rushes through me at the memory.
“I…um…the kitchen is clean.” The words falling from my lips sound weak and I almost forget why I followed him to his study.
“Thank you,” he says, his gaze unreadable. “Are you ready for bed?”
“W-what?”
“When you wish to retire for the night, I intend to secure your door from the outside,” he says, staring at me from behind the large desk. “Come find me before you go to bed.”
“Oh, well, I’m kind of a night owl,” I say, just because the thought of being locked in a bedroom makes me panic. If I’m locked in, then I can’t find him and be near him. “I-I just wanted to thank you again for the clothes and everything else. That was very thoughtful of you.”
Vlann’s expression softens for the briefest moment. “It was necessary,” he says in a matter of fact tone that makes my heart break a little. I want the tender, caring Vlann back. The Vlann who held me in the aftermath of my spanking and stroked my hair.
I force a smile, my usual good girl smile, and feel extremely vulnerable standing in the large room. I try to think of something else to say, anything, but the words stick in my throat. I can’t stop staring at Vlann as I wonder what he’s thinking. It intrigues me that he lives all alone on this mountain, with no family or friends, and with no mate.
At the thought of a mate, my face flushes again. I don’t know anything about the mating customs of Kaxxlorans and I wonder if he knows about them, given that he wasn’t raised by his own people. Do Kaxxlorans get married like humans do, or do they mate on a purely primal level with a bond forming between mated pairs, as happens with many alien races on this planet?
“Is there anything else?” he asks, and my spirit sinks at the annoyed tenor in his voice.
“Um, no. That’s it. Just wanted to say thank you.” I linger just inside the doorway, still feeling awkward as ever.
“Don’t forget that the security system is set. Any window or door opened will set it off—even from the inside.” His sudden fierce glare makes my stomach flutter with nerves. I know if I’m naughty again, he’ll punish me. He’ll take me over his knee, pull my pants and panties down, and smack my bare bottom.
Why does the prospect of receiving chastisement from this sexy, mysterious alien leave me breathless with desire? I nod and mumble my understanding about the security system, then I flee the study with my heart pounding in my ears. How will I survive another couple of days in Vlann’s presence?
My body has never felt more alive, my pulse racing as my nipples harden within the confines of my bra, and my pussy is throbbing unbearably. With each step, I feel the slickness of my growing arousal in my panties, pressing against my folds. It’s a good thing the bag of clothing he’d given me includes extra underwear, because I’m going to need them.
I venture to the sitting room and walk around the spacious area, occasionally pausing to look at an image or piece of artwork on the wall. There are several framed photos of Vlann standing with a regiment of Enforcers, dressed in their customary black uniforms. It’s easy to spot Vlann in each photo, as he towers over all the other males. Most of the Enforcers in the photos are Marryyns, however a few are from other alien races that have settled on this planet.
Staring at images of Vlann in his Enforcer uniform only causes the heat between my thighs to flame hotter. He really is the most handsome male I’ve ever met, from any race of aliens. As I look at another photo, I reach around and rub my sore bottom.
Then I glance out the window and wonder about my location. Night has fallen, but I recall the trees are so thick in all directions that it’s impossible to tell exactly where I am. Given the travel time, we could be anywhere on the large island continent of South Yovv.
With a sigh, I continue walking around the house, partly because I’m wide awake and feeling unsettled, and partly because I don’t want Vlann to lock me in my room like I’m a naughty child. When I pass by the kitchen, I halt in my steps with a gasp.
The dishwasher is pushing out suds—all over the kitchen floor. Oh no. I feel my eyes widen as horror grips me. What have I done?
Desperately, I step into the mess and try pulling the dishwasher open. It doesn’t budge. “Damn it!” I curse again and again while randomly pressing buttons on the machine. Maybe I can get it to stop before Vlann discovers the mess. I can clean the whole place up and he’ll never know.
As I scoop up suds with a couple of towels from the bathroom, my mind drifts to the spanking Vlann gave me not long ago and I start cleaning faster.
When the dishwasher finally stops spitting out suds, I sigh in relief. But my relief is short-lived, because a displeased voice soon cuts through the room.
“What are you doing?” Vlann asks from the doorway, thick arms folded across his broad chest.
I freeze and watch as he walks closer to inspect the dishwasher.
“How much soap did you use?”
“I…um…” But my voice soon fails me.
“To your room. Now.”
