“Come here.” He pointed to his feet.
She paled and stepped backward, tendrils of hair flipping about her face as she shook her head.
Edek softened his stance. “Obey me and you won’t have reason to fear me, little human. Now come to me.” He reached out a hand in encouragement.
Hope shimmered in her eyes and she took a tentative step in his direction. A few more steps and she reached him, peering up from under thick, dark eyelashes.
“Go on.” He waved his hand, urging her to take it.
She inhaled a shaky breath and put her little hand in his much larger one. A jolt of energy shot through him at the physical contact and shook him to his core. He was supposed to hate her. He was supposed to want to kill her. Her people had ruined his life. They’d ruined the lives of many he’d loved, and they’d taken away his precious family. Yet her hand felt perfect and silky in his, and a surge of protectiveness for the little human sped through him.
He pushed the unwanted feelings down. She was his property. Nothing more.
“I need to know your name and the crimes you committed, little human. I’m tired of asking. Tell me now.”
“No?” Edek wasn’t accustomed to being refused anything. His warriors obeyed his every command without question, and now a mere slave dared tell him no. It was unfathomable.
“I can’t tell you my real name, but I will tell you that the charges brought against me were false. I didn’t do what the Kall court on Earth convicted me of. I swear it.”
He wanted to believe her. He wanted to trust her. Her name though…he had to know her name. Calling her Heslla, as Lanzo did, wasn’t an option. Heslla sounded like an endearment, and endearments wouldn’t do because she needed to remember her place.
Taking a deep breath, Edek tightened his grip on her hand and led her to a chair near the bed. He sank down on it and opened his legs, forcing her to stand between his parted thighs as she gazed fearfully into his eyes. He cupped her face with one hand, and she trembled at his light touch. Holy Fires, she was a tiny thing. Even when he was seated on the chair, the top of her head barely reached his chin.
“I’ve given you several chances to answer my questions and you still refuse. I have no choice but to punish you now, little human.” He planned to punish her lightly, but she didn’t need to know that. She needed to learn fear and respect. The next time he asked her a question, he expected an immediate answer to fall from her lips. Slaves didn’t refuse their masters anything, least of all simple information.
Edek hauled her over his lap and draped one of his legs over hers, trapping her in his hold. Her breathing became labored, and she peered over her shoulder at him with pleading eyes.
“If I told you I was American, would that be enough?”
He cupped her bottom, prompting her to tense up. “I can already tell you’re American. You’re speaking English like an American. I take it you don’t speak any Kall? Not even the common dialect?”
“I’m afraid I don’t know your language at all. I’ve been trying to pick it up from the servants, but it isn’t easy. The only words I know so far are ecka, slemma, and casika.”
Edek threw his head back and laughed. “Those are all curse words, little human. Where did you hear them? Certainly not from Lanzo.”
Pink stained her cheeks and she turned around, settling on his lap as if resigning herself to the punishment he still planned to deliver. “The cook,” she finally said.
He laughed once more, but maintained his hold on her, keeping one hand pressed down on her back and the other covering her bottom. His cock shifted at the feel of her firm little bottom beneath his hand. The spread of fabric revealed the outline of her panties.
Damn Lanzo for doing this to him. The last thing he needed was to fight a sexual attraction to a human woman. A girl, really. A terrible thought struck him.
“How old are you?”
“Too old for a spanking.”
He bit back a chuckle. He’d never owned a slave before, but he knew slaves certainly weren’t supposed to sass their masters. Especially while draped over their masters’ knee awaiting punishment.
Grasping a handful of hair in a gentle grip, he tilted her head back and put his lips to her ear. “How. Old. Are. You?”
Twenty-six. In her culture she’d been considered an adult for several years, and in his culture for over a decade. He exhaled in relief. “That’s not too old for a spanking.”
“I meant fifty-six. I’m fifty-six.”
“Nice try, but that’s not too old for a spanking either.”
Commander's SlaveOnly the fiercest alien warrior can tame her human heart…
After the destruction of the peace treaty between Earth and the invading Kall, First Daughter of the United States Betsy Carson is convicted for crimes she did not commit in an act of political revenge. Sentenced to a lifetime of slavery on the Kall homeworld, she expects the rest of her days to be a constant struggle for survival, and when she finds herself naked on the auction block, staring into the eyes of a disgusting Kall who’s made the opening bid, she prays for anything but the misery and despair of being his. Fortunately, he’s outbid by a gentle, older man, who brings her to his mountain home as a gift for his brother, a fierce Kall warrior who loathes humans and blames them for the deaths of his wife and sons in the war with Earth. Her hopes to be left alone by her new master are dashed when he orders her to sleep in his bed, and she soon discovers disobedience will earn her a firm, bare-bottom spanking from the strong warrior.
Commander Edek enjoys disciplining the spirited Betsy, who grows more eager to submit to his dominance and obey his demands. And he finds owning a petite human slave has other benefits as well. Her silken red hair, sparkling blue eyes, and soft curves entice him to forget the past, and her sweet presence calms the storm of grief raging in his heart. But his new world is shattered when he arrives home one day to find her missing, and Edek’s skills as a Kall warrior are put to the ultimate test…
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Author info: Sue Lyndon is a multi-published author of erotic BDSM romance and spanking romances. She enjoys a good book in any genre, loves Star Trek and Battlestar Galactica, and runs on coffee and chocolate. Learn more about Sue and her books at www.suelyndon.com