The shameful this is that I crave the dominance of Aurelians. I never thought I would – not until I was in that harem. The harsh crack of those Aurelian’s hands on my bottom made all my worries leave.
But this isn't going to be a playful spanking. This is going to be rough.
"Stand against the wall," orders Daccia.
I turn and study the triad. Hadrian stands there, panting like a beast. All three of them are here to enact my punishment – and probably to stop each other from crossing any lines if they lose control.
The truly wild thing? My entire plan relies on them not being able to. I'm gambling everything that these three towering warriors will go wild with lust as they punish me – and descend on me like wild animals. I need them to fuck me hard, until I beg for the mercy I know they won’t give me.
And yet, while this is my escape plan, I can also feel the heat growing between my legs. I want this too – and not just so I can escape imprisonment.
But I can use that to my advantage. The fact that I want these three Aurelians so badly is actually going to be a huge advantage for me. Aurelians can sense human arousal. Their sense of smell is fine-tuned, and their species is designed to constantly seek out willing human females to breed with – for their entire lives, or until the impossibly unlikely event that they find their Fated Mate and sire a hundred sons with her.
I follow Daccia’s order, and stand against the wall, facing the three men. Kitos licks his lips, looking me up and down hungrily.
"Allie Tabber – you have chosen corporal punishment over solitary confinement. The punishment for two escape attempts, and one charge of sabotage, is fourteen days in a cell...”
He licks his lips.
“…or twenty lashes of the whip."
Twenty?
My blood runs cold.
I’m trembling as Kitos slowly walks to the side of the room. He presses his hand against the wall. A compartment opens and from it he pulls a short whip.
My eyes widen as I study the weapon. The cruel tendril looks brutal – almost as if it seems hungry for the taste of my soft flesh.
Holding the whip, Kitos turns and looks at me. Though there’s still lust in his gaze, I see another emotion – one I've never witnessed in an Aurelian before.
Pity.
Kitos doesn't want to do this to me.
I don’t blame him. Thirty lashes would send even an Aurelian to an infirmary. I don't even want to think of what it will do to me.
Daccia looks at me with his harsh, slate-grey eyes.
"Are you certain you want to do this, Allie? It's not too late to back out."
I realize I'm hyperventilating. Suddenly, all I can see is that whip in Kitos’ hand. By the rule of Aurelian Law, this triad can’t go easy on me. They have to give me the same strikes they’d deliver across the back of a huge, muscular Aurelian.
The pain will be incredible. My submission will be total.
Now, I fear for my own life. I take deep breath, trying desperately to control myself, but the fear is building inside of me.
They wouldn't let anything truly serious happen to me…
…would they?
I have to trust that these aliens wouldn’t go too far. I have to trust that I will make it out of this chamber alive, and not seriously injured. They do still have to deliver me to Colossus. You can’t imprison a dead woman.
With what scant reassurance that offered, I nod; and that tiny movement of my chin – up and down – is the most difficult motion I’ve ever made.
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Hadrian
She's so helpless.
Or, at least, that's what she wants us to think.
But I know Allie’s plan. She wants us to lose control during our punishment of her. She knows how tempted we’ll be.
In fact, we should have refused her request...
…but we can’t.
And it isn't just because of the rule of Aurelian Law. It’s because I genuinely ache to punish this cunning little wench. I ache to make her submit to my hand. She’s already tried to escape twice. She disabled our Orb-Drive...
This little minx needs to learn discipline. She needs to know that her actions have consequences.
Well, when I'm done with her, she's going to be crying and begging for mercy.
But Allie chose this. She’ll get exactly what she bargained for.
"Turn around," I growl, and Allie slowly turns. Her round, perfect ass is exposed to me. She's barely wearing anything – just that little slip of a dress she put on after the medical exam Daccia conducted. It hides nothing.
Through it, I can see Allie’s gorgeous curves and the beautiful shape of her fertile body. I breathe in deeply and taste her arousal.
She aches to be punished by us.
Kitos looks over me. I know what he's going to say before he even thinks it.
"Are you sure you can restrain yourself?"
If Kitos thinks he’s going to get between me and Allie, he's wrong. There's not a man in this room who is certain he can handle the temptation of punishing the little minx in front of us. Our auras are intertwined – and I feel the hot, red rage and lust building and building up inside all of us.
The hairs all stand up on my body as I prepare myself for the sinful delight of punishing a human female.
Only, this won't be the light, over-the-knee spanking like those conducted in an Aurelian harem.
This will be discipline.
When we're done with Allie, she'll tremble before us.
That’s when the tendrils of doubt creep their way into my mind. The scary thing is that this feels so right.
I've sated myself in women before. Each time I fucked a new one, it was ultimately a disappointment to me. Each time I sunk my raging cock into a willing human female, I quickly realized we weren’t linked – each was one was not my Fated
