Chapter 3: Chapter 3

Raven

The punishment continued, each strike more intense than the last. Tears streamed down her face as she muffled her cries into his pant leg. The feeling of being helpless, pinned down, and spanked stirred up a whirlwind of emotions.

But then, the pain began to morph into something else. Each strike sent a shiver down her spine, a vibration that echoed through her body.

A tingle spread across her lower stomach with each hit. When his palm came down again, her cry morphed into a gasp.

Her body rocked on his lap, and the pressure of being held down caused her clit to rub against him just right. Her gasps soon turned into moans. It was a painful pleasure.

She must have been louder than she thought. She could feel Arenk’s arousal, his cock hardening with each strike. She was on the brink of climax, the sensation building rapidly.

But she couldn’t let it happen, not like this.

“Okay… I’m sorry… Please stop!”

Arenk’s hand slid between her thighs. She knew what he’d find there. Her inner thighs were slick, and the cold air sent a chill through her.

His fingers traced her inner lips.

“Stay out of there! That’s not a punishment zone,” she protested.

Laro chuckled and released her hands.

“While you’re under our care, everything belongs to us, including your intimate parts and climaxes,” Arenk said, revealing her arousal.

“I think you’re more humiliated than anything,” he said, slipping a finger inside her.

She should tell him to stop, but the sensation was too much. She clenched her wrists, keeping them in place as Arenk pushed into her without resistance. He withdrew his finger and waited.

He was waiting for her to tell him to stop, but they both knew she wouldn’t. She wiggled her hips, silently begging him to continue.

~I’m such a slut, getting turned on over the knee of a stranger. But it excites me.~

“You will obey and behave,” he said, his voice husky as he plunged two fingers inside her, moving them in and out.

She moved her hips in rhythm with his fingers, moaning. He withdrew his fingers, delivered a few smacks to her upper thighs, then pushed three fingers inside her.

“I can’t.” Her voice echoed with desperation.

“You already are.”

That’s when she realized he wasn’t moving his fingers. She was the one grinding against his hand, arching her back to find the right angle.

Arenk removed his hand and placed her on the bed. Laro was already kneeling on the bed, his cock in hand. She bit her lower lip to suppress a gasp.

~No human male has one like that. It’s so much bigger.~

“Open up. If you convince us that you’re a good girl, we might let you come,” Laro said, pressing the tip against her lips.

His cock was moist at the tip, and tasted sweet as he pushed it into her mouth. The size alone made it difficult to take, and he was eager to fill her throat. Her nails dug into his hips.

He slapped her hands away and grabbed her by the hair. Arenk held her wrists, leaving her at Laro’s mercy. Spit dribbled down her chest as she gagged and coughed, tears welling in her eyes.

His grunts and moans spurred her on. She tightened her jaw and sucked as hard as she could. His grip on her hair tightened, and his cock pulsed in her mouth.

Their eyes met, and the pleasure on his face made her pussy throb.

“You know what to do,” he said.

He thrust deep into her mouth. His seed filled her throat, tasting sweeter than she’d imagined.

“Ass up, face in the mattress,” Arenk said, not releasing her wrist. “Wider.”

He positioned his cock at her slick entrance. “Ride my cock like you did my hand.”

Her hard nipples rubbed against the sheets. All she could do was pray to a god she wasn’t sure existed as he entered her. Her body shuddered as he pushed forward slowly.

“Halfway there,” he moaned, releasing her wrists.

The sounds she made were more like a dying cat than moans of pleasure. Laro stretched her arms out in front of her. Arenk’s fingers dug into her waist as he buried himself to the hilt.

He pulled out slowly, making her shiver. He slid back in, using his cock to stretch her, hitting every wall.

Laro’s grip held her in place. “Be as loud as you need.”

Arenk began to move faster, and she took Laro up on his offer. The neighbors would surely complain tomorrow. All she could hear was the sound of skin slapping and their moans.

“Please, please, I’m about to explode.” She clung to Laro’s wrists.

“Use your words. Tell us what you want,” Laro said.

~Don’t make me say it.~

She buried her face in her arm. They wanted her to beg. It was humiliating. But why did it turn her on even more?

~Such a little brat.~

“No, that’s for good girls. You’re so wet and tight. I didn’t think you could ask so nicely. I could fuck you all night,” he said, pulling out.

She hoped they didn’t hear her disappointment. She glanced over her shoulder and watched him stroke his cock once, twice, marking her back with his hot seed.

She couldn’t look either of them in the eyes after this. Arenk wiped her back down with her discarded pants. Laro sat against the headboard, running his hands through her hair.

His touch was rhythmic and soothing. She leaned into him. Arenk lay between her thighs, stroking her leg. His scent was sweet and vanilla, a stark contrast to what he’d just done to her.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“Resting,” he said.

His soft, gentle voice eased her embarrassment. He snuggled closer, warming her like a blanket. ~What the hell is this?~

***

Arenk

The universe always provided. He was grateful Laro had convinced him to take the call, or some other team would be enjoying this little one.

A spaceship from the stars, carrying a rare female who needed a firm hand, was a dream come true. He could hardly believe his luck. It was a good thing they’d managed to catch her.

The sensation of her tight ass squirming beneath his hand was something he’d remember.

“Raven,” he nudged her gently. “Time to wake up.”

She groaned and furrowed her brows. “Thirty more minutes.”

Laro had already left for the office. He was going in later so that one of them was always with her. He’d chosen something for her to wear. One of his shirts would do until they could go shopping.

“No, you have a doctor’s appointment today, and we need to get you some things. When I get back, you better be out of bed, missy,” he said, heading to the bathroom to run her a bath.

Once the water was just right, he laid out the lotion and brush. When he returned, the bed was empty. He checked the balcony, but she wasn’t there. The room was locked. He looked under the bed and found her on the other side, asleep on the floor.

~What a little troublemaker.~

“Raven, don’t push me, or you’ll start your day with a sore bottom,” he warned.

She cracked open an eye. “Fine.”

“Fine, you want a sore bottom?”

“No,” she said, stretching and making the most adorable noise.

~Damn.~

Her light brown eyes fluttered open. “No, sir. I don’t want a sore bottom.”

“Good. Now, get in the bath. I’ll get your breakfast,” he said.

He locked the door behind him. The halls were spotless as always. He was glad the crew was taking their cleaning duties as seriously as their training.

Loud chatter came from the mess hall.

“I’m telling you, when I was coming in last night, I heard them. There was a female,” Taraji said.

“Sure, and I’m the general,” Exris scoffed.

“She had the sweetest moans I’ve ever heard.”

“The only ones, if any. He’s not of royal blood. He would have to hand her over to the king,” Exris said.

They were right, but according to the code, she was considered a spoil of an expedition and rightfully his and Laro’s.

“What was in that crash?” Taraji asked.

“Is there something you want to say?” Arenk asked.

They turned and bowed. Exchanging glances, they shook their heads.

“I believe I asked a question.”

“No, sir,” they answered together.

“Taraji, why was your ear pressed to my door last night?”

“It wasn’t. I could hear from the street and in the hall. A female’s scent is hard to miss, sir.”

~Damn.~

That’s right. They’d forgotten to close the balcony door, and Laro had told her to be loud. Who knows who else heard. The king must have heard by now.

They weren’t required to report spoils, but they knew he would’ve wanted to know if they’d found another life form. He’d hoped to tell him at the end of the lunar cycle during the meeting.

“No one likes a gossip. Polish all the boots tonight, both of you,” he ordered.

They bowed as he grabbed something from all their food groups. From the initial scan, they’d found she was allergic to a sugar called lactose.

“Oh, and Taraji, next time I hear you talking about what happens in my quarters, I’ll throw you off the roof. Got it?”

His tray clattered to the floor. “Yes, sir.”

The room was silent, but the bed was empty. Good. He checked around and under it. Good. Setting everything on the table, he took a bite of bread. Splashing echoed from the bathroom.

“Ah, yes,” Raven moaned.

His bread dropped to his plate. He rose from the table and walked toward the bathroom, pressing his eye against the door. Her breathing was shallow and quick. ~Give her an inch, and she’ll take a mile~. Pushing the door open, he leaned against the door frame.

“Didn’t I say everything belongs to us?”

She didn’t stop, but she opened her eyes.

“I didn’t give you permission to touch yourself. Do you need a spanking?” he asked, sitting on the toilet.

“Is that your best threat?” she retorted, turning so he could get a full view of her.

It took all his self-control to keep his expression neutral. He should have dragged her from the tub and bent her over the sink, but what he would do after that was the question.

Punish her for this blatant disobedience or fuck her senseless? He took another moment to compose himself.

“Your face would look great between my legs,” she said, pushing her fingers deeper and faster.

~I bet she tastes sweeter than honey.~

“Listen to me and listen well. If you don’t stop now, you will regret it.”

It was the best he could do. He was so hard right now it was painful. It had been so long since he’d lived with a female, let alone a defiant one.

She constantly tested and pushed the boundaries just for the fun of it. He unbuckled his belt. The clinking of the buckle brought her back to reality. She sat up straight, her eyes wide.

“Are you done?”

“For now,” she said, regaining her composure.

“You’re close to feeling my belt. Get dressed and come eat,” he said.

After a while, she slumped into the chair. “My pants are dirty.”

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll take care of it. Finish up,” he said.