Harem (Alien Authority 2)

I hear the impact of his hand on my ass before I feel it. It’s very strange. There’s a clap like thunder, then nothing, and then a searing heat flashing across my hips and flaring into my flesh.

“FUCK!” I curse out loud, my cries almost immediately muffled as he pushes me down into the soft bedding. I am naked again, helpless against him, and he is using impeccable technique to turn his leathery palm into a vicious tool of punishment.

One slap follows another, every single one making my toes curl and my throat rasp with the effort of crying out. He is wielding pain as as a master artist uses a brush. He is painting me with pain. It’s a juvenile punishment, and there are certainly worse ways to hurt a person, but there are few capable of making anyone feel so small and juvenile.

"There is no escaping me, human,” he growls. “I am more than your master. I am your beginning and your end. I am the limits of your existence. I will never, ever, let you go.”

I feel his words as much as I hear them. He is thrashing them into me, making his point with cruelty. I knew this side of him existed. I understood long before he ever laid hands on me that he was capable of this, and worse. But none of that makes this any easier to bear. His impact on me is intense and effective.

When he is finished with me, I am sobbing. He stands back, pushing a hand through the dark hair that flows from his head in that rough mane. He is panting slightly, as if it took some effort to punish me. It was a workout for him to break me down with the flat of his palm, to turn my ass into a hot, swollen mass of aching pain.

“You have the worst timing, human.”

I am too busy trying to control my sobs to argue with him. I hate feeling weak. I hate feeling small, and he has made me feel both. I want to scream at him. I want to beg him for mercy. I want to be gone, far from this place. But I can’t do anything besides lie here with a very sore ass.

“Hope you feel better for having beaten someone half your size,” I say bitterly when I get my breath back.

“Hope you’ve learned a lesson,” he retorts.

“I’ve learned you’re a brute, true to form.”

“And you are a brat,” he replies, landing another slap to my aching ass. I need to shut up, but pride makes it fucking hard to take a beating and not say anything about it. “I’ve told you what your situation is. You’re here now. You belong to me. There is no escape.”

He can say what he likes. That doesn't make it any more true. I am going to escape this place, I am more determined than ever. I am going to use this pain pulsing through me to propel me to freedom.

“I did not travel to the very heart of Authority space to let you go the moment you walked into my home,” he reminds me.

“No. You did that so you could make an example of me. And you’ve done it.”

“Now I’m making an example of you to yourself,” he tells me. “I’m showing you what you really are, arrogant Authority brat. You think you are better than my rule, above my punishments. But you have discovered that you are not. You hurt because you deserve to hurt. And you will hurt much more if you insist upon earning pain.”

He speaks so evenly, so righteously. He truly feels as though he is the embodiment of all law. What’s worse is that there’s some part of me that acknowledges that. An appeal to authority lodged in the very core of me that admires him for being bold enough to set limits and enforce them.

He is next to me on the bed, sitting beside me as I try to compose myself, mostly failing because a spanking does not end when the spanking itself stops. It keeps rolling and aching and sinking through my flesh while he speaks those shameful words, reinforcing his physical message with a verbal one.

“You are aroused. Do you want to be mated?”

“What?!” I gasp my response. I don’t know what the hell he’s talking about.

Then he swipes his finger up between my lower lips and presents them to me. I can already feel that he’s right. My body is aroused. The heat is not just pain. It’s sex too. His thrashing has sparked a series of physical reactions that I cannot control.

“I can mate you. I can give you a reprieve from the awful carnal loneliness you have been forced to endure without a mate or seed bringer. I can go deep inside you and give you everything you have ever wanted.”