The Alien Warrior King's Accountant (Royal Aliens 4)

His hands are running down my back, cupping my punished ass, soothing and caressing me. He is taking care of me in some small way, but I do not know if it would be stupidity or even arrogance to assume he cares.

In the aftermath of orgasm, I am humiliated. He gave me little choice in what happened to me, but I cannot deny that I wanted it as badly as he did. The moment he touched me, I surrendered myself physically and mentally.

“What are you thinking, human?”

I’m thinking that my name is Tania, not human, but names are hard. If his didn’t fit him so well, I’d probably have forgotten it already.

“I’m thinking that was as unprofessional as anything I have ever done. And I once went to work thinking everybody was a purple dinosaur.”

“What just happened was not something you did. That was something that was done to you.”

Well, that clarifies it, I suppose. I don’t have to feel bad about fucking the client, because apparently the client was going to fuck me regardless. I wonder if Mr. Rogers knew that was going to happen when he assigned me to this king. If he did, I have some serious recourse, or would have, if you could go to the police about aliens who don’t understand the basic concepts of consent.

“Human, I do not tolerate dissent on my ship. This is my realm. I control every part of it — including you.”

“Apparently.”

He narrows his eyes at me, and I feel every part of me that is capable of clenching, clench. Tyrant is not one to be fucked with. But I have my post-coital sass on, along with a huge dose of shame which I don’t really know what to do with.

I need to be careful. The spanking was painful, and only intensified when I dared argue with him. One does not question or disobey Tyrant. He demands complete and total obedience. My ass still stings and burns. Every time his hand landed, it was a fresh humiliation.

This is too dangerous for me. This is above my pay grade. I need to get out of here as quickly as possible before I end up in some state and as some person I don’t recognize.

“Your highness, it is quite clear to me that I am not a good fit for this assignment…”

“On the contrary, you were a perfect fit,” he interrupts, making me blush furiously. He’s still cradling me intimately, one of his big alien hands on my ass. Which is still sore. I can’t win. But I’m also not technically losing, I guess.

“I’m trying to say that you should send me home.”

“That’s not an option, and not your choice. I need you to see to it that my obligations are met under the DICK.”

“Can’t you just wiggle your fingers and finish the accounts that way?”

“If I could wiggle my fingers and solve this problem, you would not be here.”

So he needs me. He must really, really need me. Tyrant doesn’t strike me as the sort of dominant alien who wastes his time on things he doesn’t really need. So maybe I can actually negotiate here, a little. Play hard ball. A little.

I know even as I’m opening my mouth that this is a mistake, but sometimes you just have to make a mistake.

“You thrashed me. Why should I help you?”

“It is your job to help me,” he glowers. “It is not your job to become petulant because you were punished.”

He’s technically right. I’m just sore. My butt is burning and my pride is bruised. I can barely meet his colorful gaze, knowing that when he looks at me, he sees the little human he spanked and fucked for being too mouthy, and for accidentally damaging his precious ship.

That’s really what got him, I think. Not my attitude, but the property damage. I guess it’s not really any different from a human guy in love with his car. Except if a human guy did what Tyrant just did, I would have had him arrested.

“If you want me to help you, you need to show me some lenience. I’m new on this ship, and I’m not going to be able to concentrate on your taxes if you whip and… well, if you whip me.”

“I will have your room set up for you properly, so you do not need to play with the walls or floor. Does that suit?”

“Sire!”

Terrible makes a reappearance before I can say if it will suit, though he is outside the veil like walls. I am glad he respects the king not to completely intrude. The last thing I need is him seeing me nude.

“What is it, Terrible? Are the Martians attacking?”

“We have routed the Martians as usual. Tania’s employer is attempting to contact her. He wants to ensure that she has been successfully transported from the planet.”