When investigative journalist Emily Klein gets too close to the truth about a devious plan by corrupt government authorities to remove undesirable humans from Earth and imprison them in penal colonies on the planet TraoX39, her meddling ends up landing her in the same alien prison system she sought to expose.
Zak Steth has been adrift since disobeying orders to save the life of a friend got him branded a renegade and dismissed from the Galactic Legion, but when his latest job as a bounty hunter lands him face to face with a beautiful, feisty human female, he decides to take her as his own.
But taming Emily won’t be easy. She is willful, defiant, and in desperate need of a firm hand, and Zak will have to keep her safe in a world which is completely unfamiliar to her. He wastes no time in starting his new mate’s training, spanking her bare bottom soundly whenever she disobeys and teaching her that her body is now his to enjoy in any way he pleases.
Despite her deep shame at being utterly dominated and punished as often as Zak feels it necessary—sometimes in ways far more humiliating than a mere spanking—when the huge, handsome warrior claims her hard and thoroughly the pleasure is beyond anything Emily could have ever imagined. But with both humans and aliens still hunting them, can they outwit their enemies and escape TraoX39 before it is too late?
Author: Ava Sinclair
eBook Price: $3.95
Length: 37,200 Words
Excerpt
Again he grabbed her without preamble, and for the second time, she found herself pulled facedown over his lap.
“No, wait! I didn’t mean it!” Emily reached back, regretting the taunt to his resolve, wondering why she’d made it in the first place, wondering why she could not stop her habit of taking jabs at authority. It never ended well for her.
Idiot! She cursed herself, even as she began to beg. “No. Please. I’m sorry. Don’t spank me!”
“I’m not going to spank you.” The statement was delivered with ominous calm as her captor trapped her hands underneath her and pulled her legs apart. She felt him fumble at the pouch on his side and then felt something nudging against her bottom hole. Emily tried to crane her neck to look back, but couldn’t. She could only whimper helplessly as she felt something press against and then breach the resisting ring of muscles to slide inside.
Her captor was maddeningly silent as he held her, one arm locked across her back, while the hand at her bottom gripped the end of whatever he’d inserted, holding it in place. After a moment, she felt a tingle, then a heat, and then the bloom of a burn that had the inside of her bottom quickly stinging worse than the outside.
“Aaayieee!” Emily wailed miserably, rocking her hips back and forth. Moments later, she was bucking against his lap, oblivious to the lewdness of her actions.
“Quiet!” he growled, and a hand went across her mouth, stifling her cries. “This planet prides itself on technology, but a good tracker knows to keep a little burnroot in his pouch. Ground up and sprinkled around camp, it irritates the nose of any predatory sniffing around. A few years back, a Trogarian in my unit told me about this particular use.”
Even when he finally moved his hand from her mouth, Emily could only gasp in response. The inside of her bottom felt like it was on fire, and sweat poured off her skin as tears coursed down her face.
“Please. Please. Please,” she finally managed, her voice barely above a whisper.
His response was to slowly twist the root in her bottom. “Are you ready to stop testing me, little one?”
She nodded. “Please…”
After a few agonizing moments that felt like hours to Emily, the root was withdrawn and the guard lifted her back to standing. Emily instantly pulled away and danced around, holding cheeks still aching from the spanking, spreading them apart as she squatted down in a nearby spring. The effort to cool her still burning bottom hole did little good, and when she looked up she saw the handsome guard looking down at her, amused.
“The pain will recede before long,” he said. “But try me again and I’ll repeat the punishment, only next time I’ll score the surface of the root so its juices will leak into you. Then you’ll feel the sting for a day. Got it?”
“Y-y-yes…” She stood gingerly, realizing he’d been right. The pain was already receding on its own, but she knew the memory of this particular humiliation would take much longer to fade.
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