Page 9 of Her Alien Beast
She shoots me a furious look and returns to the window seat. “It would appear that we don’t get along, Mr. D’Zorr,” she says, staring out into the trees. “I suggest you leave me the hell alone for the next several days. You stay out of my way and I’ll stay out of yours.”
Infuriated, I grab Amira and hold her by the arms. “I warned you to obey me, little human,” I say, my voice cold and sharp. “And now you will pay the price for your defiance. If you’d succeeded in using the video comm, your friend could have alerted the Enforcers to your location. Your plan to remain hidden for seven days would’ve been ruined and you would’ve cheated me out of the reward.” The instant I mention the reward, I feel like a giant lizard’s ass. Gods, why did I say that?
Amira’s eyes widen. “Get your hands off of me!” she yells, struggling against my firm hold. “If you want to collect that reward, you won’t touch me!”
“And why is that?” I ask, my lips curling in amusement.
She fumbles for words, but eventually says, “My father won’t pay a man who beat me.”
“Notbeat, Amira,spanked,” I correct. “And your father will have no choice. Legally, he’ll have to pay the reward money.” I really wish I hadn’t brought up the subject of the reward. But I’ve just met this human and I don’t know how to explain my main interest in her, that everything inside me is burning to claim her.
“You’re a barbarian!” she screeches. “A brute!”
Propelled by the instinct to subdue her, to once more have her as my compliant captive, I easily maneuver her over my knee on the couch. She struggles and screams and curses, but that doesn’t prevent me from yanking her pants down to reveal her panty-clad bottom. As I wrap one leg around her flailing ones, I pin her hands firmly down against the small of her back, effectively restraining her.
“Stop! Let me go, you asshole!”
“While you are under my roof, Amira, you will follow my rules. I told you not to touch anything, yet you tried to make a video comm call without permission. You were naughty, very naughty, and rather than apologize for your misbehavior, you were rude and defiant.” I’ve never scolded a female before, but for a reason I can’t fathom, with Amira it comes naturally. My need to protect this human and the arrangement we made dominates my instincts. I’m a male of my word and I expect my orders to be obeyed. After this punishment, I have no doubt Amira will finally understand that.
When I place a hand upon her bottom, she shudders and struggles anew. Ignoring the hardness swelling in my pants, I lift my hand and…smack!The first heavy slaps are delivered quickly overtop her blue underwear.
“Let me go!” she screams again, and though this time her tone sounds almost pleading, it doesn’t sound like she’s crying. In any case, she hasn’t apologized yet. She’s not sorry yet, but I’m going to make her sorry. I’m going to make her behave.
I continue delivering the hard slaps, determined to teach her a lesson. Determined to make her understand that I expect absolute obedience.
When I eventually pause, her shoulders relax, and I can’t suppress a smile. Though the spanking is only just beginning, she apparently believes it’s over. “I believe I promised you a bare-bottom spanking, didn’t I?”
This gets her attention, because she yells and writhes as I pull the silky fabric down, revealing her bare, reddened cheeks. My hardness shifts again at the sight, but I resolve to finish what I’ve started.
“You will behave like a proper little human while in my residence,” I scold. “No more cursing or raising your voice to me in my own house.” And with that, I unleash another flurry of slaps across Amira’s enticing bare bottom.
As I punish, I shift my attention lower, spanking the creamy smooth flesh of her thighs.
“I’m sorry!” she finally says, her voice cracking. “Please stop, I’m so sorry!”
I pause with my hand resting on her bare flesh. “Why are you sorry?” I ask, and slap at her thigh again.
“I-I’m sorry I was rude. I’m sorry for running away,” she says, her voice choked with emotion. “I know what I did was wrong. I’m a bad girl. I-I didn’t even leave a note for my family. It’s just that—I just couldn’t marry Gregory. I just couldn’t.” She drops her head and begins to sob.
I’m taken aback by her confession. She’s not only apologizing for her behavior in my home, but she’s apologizing for running away and hurting her family. Her heartfelt confession sounds sincere and causes a painful tugging sensation in my chest.
“You’re not a bad girl, little human,” I say carefully, stroking her punished bottom. “The way I see it, your family has put you in a difficult situation.” It angers me that her parents are trying to force her to marry a male she doesn’t like, a male who doesn’t treat her well. If she were my female, I would treat her with all the care and tenderness in the world, aside from the times when I must discipline her, of course. Jealousy rages inside me at the prospect of her mating with any other male on this planet but me.
I pull her up and arrange her to sit on my lap. Then my arms are around her and I’m hugging her tightly to my chest, my chin resting atop her head. We fit together perfectly. I rub her back and murmur soothing words into her ear, wanting only to comfort her in this moment. She freezes on my lap at first, but eventually I feel her softening in my embrace. She doesn’t put her arms around me, but she does relax and lean into me, accepting the comfort I’m offering.
“I-I’m sorry for cursing at you and behaving so terribly,” she says, almost a whisper. “I-I am overwhelmed and frustrated and I took it all out on you. I don’t usually behave in such a way. I’m ashamed.”
“All is forgiven, little human,” I reply, stroking her hair. Then I rise to my feet, still holding her in my arms, her pants and panties still tugged down to her knees, allowing me the briefest glimpse of the delicate folds between her thighs. “Come, I’ll show you to your room now.”
