Alien's Bride 1-3 (46 page)

“My mother put a magic talisman on me when I was six years old.
 
If I ever thought about pursuing a sex partner I’d become violently sick.”

“She removed it from you?”

“This morning.”

“And that’s what you mean when you say you thought you wanted to be free?
 
Free of the talisman, and free from the forbidding laws of Helder?”

I nodded at him, somewhat bewildered.
 
We stopped at a smooth gray door.

“You wished to be free to indulge your desires.”

He stated this with some satisfaction.
 
I didn’t comprehend.
 
It had been a long day and an eternity since I’d had food.

He opened the door.
 
“This is Minister’s Jonah’s room.
 
He’s away at my brother’s keep in service to a bet he lost.”
 
One side of his mouth curled briefly as he remembered something funny that I wasn’t privy to.
 
“You’ll stay here until he returns.
 
We’ll decide what’s to become of you then.”
 

The chamber could have been in a mortal castle, except for the lack of wood.
 
There was a four poster bed with bright coverlets, a massive bureau with two columns of drawers, and a few smaller pieces of furniture tastefully lain out.
 
Beyond the bed looked to be the entrance to a large toilet room with a white stone floor.

Randell closed the door and stood before it.
 
I turned back to him.

“I am Councilor Randell.
 
You shall refer to me a, ‘my lord.’
 
You shall refer to King Caine as ‘master.’
 
Is that understood?”

“Yes.”

He glowered at me.
 
My heart began to race.

“Yes, my lord,” I said quickly.

His scowl erased.
 
He continued with his elucidating tone.
 
“A garment will be provided for you.
 
You may never wear it in the presence of me or the king.
 
When we come to see you, strip naked and run to us to anoint our feet with kisses.
 
You may do so to me right now.”

A moment passed without the command registering.
 
Then I looked down at his feet.
 
As I knelt I thought,
oh, how the mighty goddess has fallen.
 
I only lamented a moment before being distracted by the fearsome claws on his reptilian toes.
 
I kissed the center of each dragon foot and then felt his smooth round talon with a finger.

The foot suddenly rose and pushed against my chest until I was knocked onto my back.

My heart thundered yet again.
 
Randell sneered down at me.

“I’m not here to satisfy your curiosity, you imbecile!”
 

He rested the foot on my chest with clear restraint.
 
I knew he could have crushed me if he wished.
 

“I’m sorry.”
 
It was difficult to draw up my voice.
 
“I’m sorry, my lord.”

“Continue to annoy me.
 
I dare you.
 
My vote still lies with your execution.”
 

I winced.
 
Stop daydreaming, Sarina!
 
But I knew my lack of focus was due to fatigue.
 
I would struggle not to anger him again.

He removed his foot from me.
 
“Go to the bed.”
 

His tone had leveled.
 
I rose quickly to obey him.
 
I forced myself to ignore the soft luxury of the bed (even though I’d lain on hay all my life).
 
I stared at Randell and summoned up every shred of my concentration.

He went to the massive drawer.
 
To my horror he pulled out a leather paddle and a long riding crop.
 
Both my eyes and lips widened.
 
Who was this Minister Jonah to have these things in his bedroom drawer?

Randell came to me and pushed me until I turned onto my stomach.
 
He began to mercilessly beat my ass with the paddle.
 
These were not gentle slaps of the king, but fierce strikes against the whole of my bottom.
 
He gave me no chance to feel anything except the stinging bite of the leather.
 
I winced and gasped, but then cried out with each blow.
 

“I should like your ass good and red for shattering our gate.”

My face was contorted with the pain.
 
“Ah!
 
Ow!
 
I’m sorry, my lord!”
 

He continued to beat my quaking buttocks.
 

“I’m sorry!
 
I’m sorry!”

“Be silent!
 
You can’t be forgiven until you’re punished.”

I ceased apologizing and wept.
 
My legs trembled.
 
I ached to roll away from him, but dared not be so defiant.
 
I knew I had to bear it or he’d give me even worse.
 
The pain was maddening.
 
He struck with insane vigor, lighting up all my flesh with what felt like the heat of a branding iron.
 
I was heaving with loud sobs and clutching the bedclothes with all my strength.
 
Still he continued to beat me.

Then he stopped.

I held my breath while waiting.
 
Was he merely resting his arm?
 
Was my torture at an end?

A gentle hand roamed over my enflamed ass.
 
I drew in a sharp breath.
 
It was as though he’d removed layers of flesh so that his touch could cause tingling shocks deep within me.

“You bore that well.”
 
He continued to course his hand over each throbbing mound.
 
“What a lovely shade of crimson.
 
You even bled a little, yet you offered no resistance.”

I let out a shuddering breath.
 
I’d passed my first test and now felt entitled to enjoy his gentle hand.

“Part your thighs.”

I obeyed.
 
I had to, and I was also grateful he no longer spanked me.

He accessed the mound of my sex from beneath my searing ass.
 
His fingers opened my lips and he prodded me with what felt like the blunt handle of the crop.
 
It placed pressure on my maidenhead without penetrating.
 
The rough tool drudged around the delicate area, lighting me up with new arousal.

“Did you wish to remain a virgin?”

“No.”
 
This was the truth, but I’d answered him absently.
 
He robbed me of my focus yet again.

“Is that so?
 
You don’t say this just to please me?”

I pleased him?

“It’s true, my lord.”

“Mm.
 
Roll over.”

I did so and looked at him.
 
He reclined beside me so that he could look down into my eyes.

“Mild torment lights up your flesh.
 
It makes it more susceptible to pleasure.”

He swatted my nipple with the crop.
 
I gasped.
 
It was a gentle flick that stung just enough to harden my nipple.
 
He swatted the other side with the same strength.
 
Then he set down the crop and groped my breast with the whole of his hand.
 
Just has he’d predicted, my flesh responded in rapturous tingles where he’d struck.
 
I watched his hand glide from one tender mound to the other while focused on the sensation.
 
I could see my bosom moving up and down as I drew quivering breaths.
 
I felt as if my body were melting into the bed.
 
My sex twinged in response to ticklish pricks of sensual pleasure barraging my nipples.
 
I bit my bottom lip.

“Mmph.”

“Are all mortal females so sensitive?”
 

He plucked one of my nipples with his thumb and forefinger making me wince.

“I…I don’t know.”
 
I fought to find enough concentration to answer him.
 
“I’ve always been more…sexual…than other girls.”

“Doubtless because of your heritage.”
 
He cupped on of my breasts with his hand and attached his mouth.

“Oh!”

He sucked hard until the sensitive flesh popped free.
 
The other nipple suffered the same treatment.
 
Now they pulsated with throbbing warmth.
 
I let out a staggered breath, which caused my stomach to tremble.

The side of my sex, just beside to my jutting clitoris, was swatted with the crop.
  

“Ah!”
 
I leaned up on my elbows.
 
“Ngh—please, not there.”

He followed at once with two frightening quick strikes.
 
First to the opposite side, then just above.
 
The entire area around my clit now tingled.
 
I braced for a painful strike on the intensely sensitive knot of flesh.
 
My muscles tensed and clenched the bed sheets to resist covering that place with my hand.

“No, please…”

Randell licked his finger and touched my clitoris.
 
I jolted.

“You fear I’ll strike your bead?”
 

He tickled the swollen bud with his fingertip.
 
My face contorted.
 
He was barraging the apex of all my sensation.
 
Shocks of overwhelming stimulation made my thighs twitch.
 
My hole clenched with a lighter echo of the violent pleasure he was giving me.
 
I began to whimper while forcing myself to endure it.
 
He had my whole body squirming.

“This is your most impressive aspect.
 
We all noticed it in court, but were not so crass as to mention it.
 
Such a lovely womanhood—irresistible.”

 
He’d continued his torture throughout the speech, and now I was sobbing as I whimpered.
 
The agitation—the virulent heat and tingling—it made me thrash my head against the mattress.
 
It was not only agonizing, but I felt myself tensing toward the brink of a harrowing orgasm.
 
If he made me come through my clitoris the area would pulse and spasm beneath his finger for even more arduous sensation.

I clenched my teeth.
 
“Oh, please!
 
I don’t think I can bear anymore!”

“Focus only on yielding to me.
 
Then you’d find more strength.”

He lowered his head and sucked on my clit as hard as he had my nipples.
 
His powerful mouth tugged the flesh while he teased the over-stimulated corona with a rapid tongue.

I shrieked and my back arched up from the bed.
 
The contractions of orgasm happened inside me, but also on that delicate bud.
 
I spasmed with riotous sensation while his mouth still held on.
 
His licking tongue had to feel my twitching.
 
I screamed again and turned partway without dislodging him.
 
The drawn out climax made my chest ache with even more potent emotion.
 
I wept with hysterics as he sucked.
 
My body tensed and released with every maddening twitch of my clit.
 
Finally, I gave a breathy groan and my body stiffened.
 
This made him pull free.
 
I screamed once again as my pulsating clit popped from his mouth.

“Marvelous,” he said softly.