Page 9 of Alien Daddies
“So you’re going to lock me up during the whole trip?” She once again tried to yank her hand from his, and he stopped walking and pulled her flush against his body, then placed his hands on her shoulders. She gaped up at him, apparently too startled by his actions to resume her struggling.
“This isn’t a passenger vessel, little human,” he said sternly. “It’s a warship. You will not be permitted to have free roam during the next seven days.”
“Seven days? It takes a week to reach your world?” Her eyes widened. “I refuse to let you lock me up for that long. I promise I won’t touch anything, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
He opened his mouth, preparing to remind her that she had better get used to being locked up, because once they reached his planet she would likely not be free to simply return to Earth without facing any consequences, even if he spoke to the judge on her behalf. But he soon shut his mouth, not wishing to frighten her further. In truth, he was angry she had put herself in this situation, endangering her own life and freedom. His palm twitched with the urge to smack her bare bottom and teach her a lesson for risking her life for a job on a faraway planet, even if she had difficulty finding work on Earth. She should have patiently waited for her new identification so she could safely book passage on a passenger vessel.
In his frustration, he growled at her under his breath.
“You will remain confined to your quarters, little girl, whether you like it or not, unless myself or one of my brothers serves as your escort. You are lucky I’m not dragging you to the brig.” Despite his recent musings on the matter, the sudden mental image of her behind bars in his brig, at his complete mercy and very much his captive, made his cock swell with desire.
She backed away from him, and he released his hold on her shoulders, thinking she wouldn’t dare to run away. Especially since he had threatened her. Khanndoran males never issued idle threats.
“Give me your backpack. It looks too heavy for you,” he said, noticing her back was slightly hunched from the effort of carrying the pack.
She eyed him warily, then slowly removed the backpack and handed it to him. Just as he slid it over his own shoulder, she kicked him in the shin and took off down the corridor. He almost laughed at the ridiculousness of her actions. They were on a closed ship. He would locate her easily, and though he suspected she’d kicked him with all her strength, the pain in his shin barely registered, she was so much tinier and physically weaker than him. Again, that urge to protect her hummed through his senses. A little girl like her needed a whole clan of strong mates to protect and guide her. With a bit of pride, he mused that his ownzoshincould handle her. A few disciplinary sessions and they would easily command her obedience.
Still holding her backpack, he stalked after her. He didn’t break into a run since he could still see her rushing down the corridor. Her little legs were no match for his long strides.
“Rithona,” he said loudly, “Erect a force field at the end of corridor three.”
The air suddenly shimmered in front of Kenna. She gasped and came to a halt, though if she’d run straight into the impenetrable wall, it wouldn’t have harmed her in any way. Looking panicked, she turned and started trying to open doors in the corridor, but none would work for her. As a security measure, the doors on theRithonaonly opened automatically for Torin and his brothers. If they brought a sanctioned guest on their ship, the guest would be given a code to enter into the doors. Naughty unsanctioned guest that she was, Kenna jabbed at the control panels next to various doors she came upon and cursed when they wouldn’t work.
“Fucking hell, this can’t be happening,” she said, loudly enough for him to hear, as she moved to yet another door.
Quickening his pace, Torin reached her and grabbed her arm. She fought against his hold, kicking at him and even trying to bite him.
“That’s enough, Kenna,” he said firmly. He spun her around and forced her to bend slightly over. Without hesitation, he applied three firm swats to the seat of her form-fitting pants. He had warned her to behave, yet she had disobeyed him and tested his patience. Small though she was, he couldn’t help but admire her bravery as she challenged him, even if he must punish her for it.
She cried out and continued trying to fight him, and he lifted his leg, placing his foot on top of a control box in the corridor, and angled her body fully over his knee. He cupped her bottom. “You’re being a very naughty little girl,” he said in a scolding tone. “Do you want me to pull your pants and panties down and give you a spanking on your bare bottom, right here in the middle of the corridor where anyone might walk by and see you getting punished?”
“Wh-who might see?” she asked in a shaky voice, peering over her shoulder at him, looking more than sufficiently embarrassed at the prospect of witnesses.
“My brothers, all five of them. I guarantee you if they happened to walk down this corridor right now, they would come and watch you getting your bare behind reddened. Or perhaps if you’re not going to behave, I should just take you straight to the bridge where I last saw them, introduce you, and proceed to bare your bottom and give you a good hard spanking while they watch you receive your discipline.”
“No, please. I-I’ll be good.” She blinked up at him with wide, pleading eyes the exact color of the clear blue oceans of his home planet. Visions from his dreams of his dark-haired and petite mate rushed through his mind, making him wonder not for the first time if Kenna was the female meant for Torin and his brothers.
He slowly helped her straighten, pleased she had agreed to behave. For now, at least.
Placing a finger beneath her chin, he forced her to hold his gaze.
“You-you have no right to touch me like that.” Her words came out brave, but her trembling body betrayed her distress.
“You mean spank you?” He backed her up against the wall, still keeping a finger beneath her chin. “That was a punishment. You were naughty, Kenna, and naughty little girls get spankings. I’ll do it again the next time you misbehave. Right now, you’re on my ship and under my authority. I won’t hesitate to turn you over my knee, pull down your pants and panties, and smack your little bottom until it’s bright red the next time you prove disobedient.”
A deeper blush stole over her. “You will do no such thing. On Earth—”
“You’re not on Earth, little girl.” He studied her, memorizing the number of freckles she had on her flushed cheeks and her tiny nose. Fifty-four. Did any other male know how many freckles she had? Heflixxinghoped not. Along with his desire to protect her, he also longed to keep her away from all other males. Well, all other males except for his brothers. As he stared down at her, the thought of claiming her, taming her, and sharing her with hiszoshincaused his blood to pump faster.
His lips tingled with the urge to kiss her. He released her chin and straightened, battling for self-control. She wasn’t an available Khanndoran female, ripe for the taking. Though on a warship bound for his home planet, he was still under the laws of the Interstellar Alliance. He and his clan brothers could not claim a human female as their life mate against her will. They could fuck her, but they couldn’t permanently claim her as their mate.
Flixx. She had to want them, too. She had to sayyes.
How would they convince her? On Earth it was typical for human females to date available men—dating, what an odd concept, he mused—until they met a man they found compatible and decided to get married. Or sometimes, just a man to live with. Not all humans got married in the traditional sense, from what he understood of his observations. He’d gleaned most of what he knew of intimate human relationships from the talk of the male soldiers on Rissa Island as the men spoke of their girlfriends or wives, and he’d heard enough to know that human females placed great value on their free will and independence.
When one particularly frustrated human soldier had complained about his wife’s over-spending problem, Torin had asked the man why he simply hadn’t spanked his wife and restricted her access to his money. The soldier had looked at him as if he’d sprouted a second head.
He put his hand on the small of Kenna’s back and guided her toward a nearby door. It opened upon their approach and he urged her to enter the guest quarters. Torin’s quarters were located in the same corridor, as were his brothers’ quarters. He was glad she would be close during the trip back to Khanndora. Though he would keep her locked in her quarters, he planned to check on her as frequently as possible.
