Page 40 of Alien Captain's Prisoner

Traitorously, my nipples harden.

No! This can’t be turning me on!

The experience of being held down so tightly by the massive, brutal warrior – disciplined so effortlessly in his powerful arms – is making my body react in a way that shames me more deeply than the hundred pairs of hungry eyes watching me ever could.

As my nipples harden and butterflies churn in my stomach, I wish I could just disappear…

But Vinicus is relentless. He doesn’t give me a second to rest – his hand coming down against my ass again and again, like he’s a robot. My only respite is how he alternates from my right cheek to my left; like he’s playing a brutal rhythm on soft, giving and pliant drum.

Then, his breath catches – harsh and raw.

It’s an almost imperceptible shift – I don’t think anybody else in the mess hall would detect it, and I only did because I’m splayed out across Vinicus’s lap – but the reaction makes me suddenly realize that Vinicus isn’t a robot after all.

I gasp now – and not because of the pain of this brutal spanking. Vinicus’s combat pants might be made of a thick, armored material – meant to stop the slashes and stabs of Scorp claws – but even they can’t hide the bulge of that hard rod stiffening beneath my belly.

Fuck! Hiscockis rearing up – pressing against me like a thick, fleshy dagger. I mean, it must be his cock – it couldn’t be anything else – but it feels like a fucking tree truck as it prods against my bare belly. It’s too fuckingbigto be real!

Within seconds, Vinicus is rock-hard – and he stays that was as he continues to discipline me, growling like a beast as he brings his hand down against my ass again and again.

I squeeze shut my eyes, feeling hot tears rolling down my cheeks.

I resolve that I’ll takeeverythingthat Vinicus metes out to me. I willnotgive him the satisfaction of breaking me. I won’t beg for Vinicus to stop. I won’t plead with Captain Aelon to call off my punishment.

I’ll handle the pain like a captain should – and then I’ll limp out of this room with my head held high.

At least, that’s what Ithink…

…up until the twentieth spank lands.

The crack echoes across the room. By now, I’m really struggling with the pain. My body can’t help it. I know there’s no chance of escape, but I still try relentlessly to wriggle free. I can’t, though. Vinicus has me pinned into his lap as if his hand and arm are branches of a massive, ancient oak tree.

Gods!My ass is on fire – and even more treacherously, mypussyis now tingling with a desperate heat. Some part of me, deep down inside – where I’ve never dared to look before – has beenachingto be treated like this.

Gods… Could that be true? Is this something I’ve always secretly wanted? Say it isn’t so!

As I gasp and squirm, I open my tear-filled eyes and see Captain Aelon looking down at me hungrily. His own eyes are as wide as that holographic projection of the moon was – as if he’s entranced by the sight he’s witnessing.

Beneath my belly, Vinicus’s cock surges and presses more and more firmly against me. Both Aurelians take a huge, deep breath in at the same time – as if they share a body and a mind – and I suddenly hope that one of the rumors Sawoot had told about Aurelians was wrong…

…that Aurelians cantastethe scent of arousal from a woman.

That would be evenworsethan the indignity of being punished in public. If these Aurelians knew that some part of me isenjoyingthis humiliating punishment, I don’t think I’d ever be able to live with myself.

Vinicus slaps his hand down against my ass again – harder this time, delivering a swift, harsh spank as if he’sangrythat I’m getting turned on. It makes me jolt in his firm grasp – and a whimper escapes my lips no matter how hard I try to swallow it back down.

Vinicus is grunting like a beast with every spank now, his cockrockhard beneath me; pressing against my belly as he pins me tightly across his thighs.

Then, suddenly, he stops – gasping for breath, raw and ragged.

Oh, fuck!I suddenly realize that if he’s not careful, Vinicus is going to lose control. That infamous Aurelian mating frenzy I’ve heard about… Well, I no longer have any doubt that it’s real. I can practicallyfeelit, welling up inside his body. This punishment is taking a turn neither of us had expected it to.

My nipples are now as hard and pronounced as bullets – so sensitive that they actuallyhurt. Despite myself – to my deep and shameful embarrassment – they’re justbeggingto be pinched and pulled, and I can’t think of any other hands touching them except those enormous, marble-white fingers of the Aurelians.

I’dneverthought I’d like being punished – but there’s something so filthy and deliciously wrong about being held down by this masculine warrior, who’s so much stronger and bigger than I am. There’s something undeniably exciting about being unable to squirm away from his relentless grip as he doles out those sharp, harsh spanks.

Fuck – if he doesn’t stop, Vinicus is going to go wild. I can genuinely imagine him tossing me across one of those long mess hall tables and justtakingme. I’m not even wearing pants or underwear, and I’m ashamed at how wet and eager my pussy is. All he’d have to do is tear open his pants, release his straining cock, and…

Fuck, I’m going to create a wet spot across his lap if I’m not careful. I need to switch the one doling out the punishment, before either orbothof us take this too far…

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