Page 32 of Aurelian Prisoner

Daccia manhandles me all the way down the hallway, until he finally slams his palm harshly down against a button to open a new doorway.

The door hisses open. Daccia drags me through it – into the ship’s medical bay. Like every other section on this Reaver, it's a small room – by Aurelian standards. Then again, everything on board is built for these seven-feet-tall, monstrous aliens. For a human like me, this room is enormous.

It’s spartan, though – with no warmth or decoration. Instead, there's just a reclined seat in the center of the room, lit by bright light that casts no shadows. Anyone on that chair will have nowhere to hide…

…andI’mgoing to be strapped to it.

Not just strapped, butexaminedby this beast.

“Strip,” Daccia orders.

The word hits me like a slap.

Daccia’s voice is a dark command. I shudder as the door hisses shut behind us, trapping me in this medical bay with the dominant alien. I swallow, but my mouth is dry. My heart pounds like a drum.

I’ve been naked a thousand times in front of men for work – but I’ve never felt likethisbefore.

Even while I’m still clothed, I'm feeling so exposed – so vulnerable. I’d forgotten what it is like to be in private with one of these huge aliens…

No, wait. That's a lie.

I couldneverforget how it felt to be ravaged by three of the massive Aurelian warriors. The way theyfuckis so primal and dominant, like each coupling is a battle to force their woman into submission.

Daccia is breathing raggedly as he stares down at. I suddenly realize that his stern behavior is also just an act – and that he's trying desperately to fight back every urge in his body to justtakeme – take me hard, claim me, and make me his bitch.

Aurelians can barely control their mating urges – and that works in my favor. It’s not ideal – certainly not my first choice of escape plan – but if I want to get out of this situation with my freedom, I'm going tohaveto make him snap.

"Don'tmakeme tear your clothing off of you," Daccia warns – and for a second, I spot his slate-grey eyes widen fractionally. I don’t think even he realized how suggestive that sounded.

If he tears my clothing off, I’ll have lost any opportunity I have to turn this to my advantage – so, reluctantly, I accept my fate and begin pull to my clothes off; one item at a time.

Daccia's eyes burn into me as I pull my bra off. My nipples are treacherously hard. Being in the presence of one of this huge, God-like alien warriors makes my body involuntarily react. Ishouldbe thinking about escape – but suddenly being forced to strip naked in front of this towering, primal alien triggers something deep inside of me.

My hands are trembling as I pull my panties off – and then I'm finally naked – completely and utterly – in front of him.

Daccia is still wearing his suit. The power imbalance is obvious. There he stands, towering over me in his elegant clothes. Then there’s me – stark naked, my nipples hardened into sensitive buds, and the flush of my skin exposing my shameful lust.

As he towers over me, Daccia breathes in deeply. He’s not out of breath – he'stastingme. He’s drinking in the scent of my obvious arousal.

My cheeks redden. It'ssofucking humiliating. I try desperately to force down the dirty thoughts – the carnal memories – but I can’t help it. Like it or not, I'm desperately attracted to this powerful, alien warrior – and there's nothing I can do to stop my body betraying that desire.

"Get on the chair," Daccia rasps.

Again, he tries to hide it – but the commander’s voice is filled with hunger and strained with need. My eyes travel downward, and I can immediately see the outline of his steel-hard cock tenting the firm material of his pants.

Gods – it's fuckinghuge. I already know from deliciously painful experience how big an Aurelian dick is, and it looks like Daccia’s packing a hammer that’s massive even by the standards of his hugely endowed race. From the outline alone, I know that his straining cock could turn me into a mewling puddle of submission.

I gulp as I follow his order and reluctantly mount the chair.

The fabric is cold against my naked flesh. Goosebumps ripple across my body. Daccia stands far back, keeping his distance between us…

…and that’s when I realize my mistake.

Ishouldhave made him rip the clothes off my body. I’d thought I was retaining control – but it could have been all that was needed to make Daccia lose his. Surely he wouldn’t have been able to hold back his lust for me if I’d made him rip the cloth from me. Not when I wassoclose...

Fuck! But I’m not finished yet.

I juststillhave to get him to snap – and quickly. I need to make Daccia lose his iron self-control before he examines me, and finds my last weapon. The shock-device embedded in my right arm allows me to transmit a single electric shock strong enough to knock out an Aurelian or Toad – or kill a human outright.

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