Page 19 of Alien Captain's Prisoner

How dare he!

I already felt small and helpless, sitting in this chair with my feet dangling off the floor. Now, being threatened with a spanked bottom, I feel even more in his control.

I also feel something I’m ashamed to admit to –curious.

Tingly.

Dammit!

I know Aurelians have a reputation for being passionate, frenzied lovers – but I hadn’t thought that theotherrumor I’d heard about them was true – that their species loves nothing more than to punish human women for perceived wrongdoings, making them whimper and writhe under their hard, spanking hands.

I shouldn’t feel surprised – it makes sense. The power gets them off – I should have known.

Back on my home planet, women were always flocking to join Aurelian harems – becoming one of the countless human women dedicated to serving a triad of the perpetually amorous warriors.

It’s an understandable choice – especially for a world wracked by poverty, like mine. The women turn their backs on the hardscrabble life in exchange for the promise of safety and luxury – and all they have to provide in return is theireverything...

…including their dignity, because now I realize that ‘everything’ also includes harsh, strict punishment.

Some women might like the sound of that – I mean, I’m ashamed to admit that I feel butterflies in my stomach at the mere thought of it – but I’m not here to play the rebellious concubine. I might be a prisoner, but I’m still a captain; and I still have a crew relying on me.

I decide diplomacy is the best strategy, and murmur: “I… I apologize.”

I hate that my voice is sounding weaker than I want it to – but I know that insulting Captain Aelon, or showing him any disrespect or defiance – is a game I’ll ultimately lose.

Just look at him! He could bend me over that table without breaking a sweat, and tear the overalls off me like they were made from tissue paper. I’d be powerless to stop him using those huge hands to spank my ass over and over, again and again – until I beg him for mercy andmeanit.

And that’s not even the most dangerous part. If Aelon made good on his threat and he did punish me, there’s no telling how into it he’d get. I have to remember that Captain Aelon isn’t aligned strictly to the Empire, and he’s probably never been denied by a woman in his life.

If Captain Aelon tore my clothes off and spanked me until I was begging and squirming, who’s to say the fabled Aurelian mating frenzy wouldn’t overwhelm him? What’s to stop Aelon from turning into a rutting beast – one who can’t resist doingmoreto my helpless, naked ass than just spanking it.

I shudder at the thought – both terrifying, and compelling

Gods, what would it be like?

I shake my head, trying to rid myself of the image.

Oblivious to my racing mind, Aelon nods at my apology.

“Good girl,” he says, and the cocky grin returns to his face.

I wish I could wipe it off with a slap – but I know he’d catch my wrist before I could land the blow, and even if I did – it would be like slapping concrete.

Besides, if a disrespectful tone of voice can earn a prisoner a spanking, I don’t even want to know what trying to slap Aelon would result in. Gods. I can’t imagine how it would feel to be spanked by this huge, hulking warrior.

It’s bad enough just sitting in front of his cocky, too handsome face. The shame of being over his lap would be overwhelming. Any attempt to struggle against his effortless strength and masculinity would surely only earn a harsher punishment – and who knows what form that might take.

I shift in my seat, suddenly feeling strangely uncomfortable and anxious in the presence of this Aurelian commander. The tension in the room is growing and growing – and I shudder as Aeon continues to look down at me, completely at ease, while I try to shrink away from his sheer, overwhelmingpresence.

Suddenly, his watch beeps red.

Aelon breaks eye-contact with me and slaps his watch. A tiny hologram appears, projected from the watch face. It’s an Aurelian, dressed in battered battle armor next to another warrior with a ragged gash across his chest. The wounded Aurelian is wearing only the lightest combat clothes – which suggests that whatever caused that injury wasn’t encountered in battle against the Scorp.

Whatever happened to that soldier – it happened inside this ship.

“Captain Aelon – they attacked us.”

My heart sinks. I don’t need to be told who ‘they’ are. My crew.

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