Stormy Night Publications Publishers of BDSM and Kink Erotica
They captured her. They punished her. Now they will master her.
First the Vakarrans took my home. Then they took my sister. Now, they have taken me.
As a prisoner of four of their fiercest warriors, I know what fate awaits me. Humans who dare to fight back the way I did are not just punished, they are taught their place in ways so shameful I shudder to think about them.
The four huge, intimidating alien brutes who took me captive are going to claim me in every way possible, using me more thoroughly than I can imagine. I despise them, yet as they force one savage, shattering climax after another from my naked, quivering body, I cannot help but wonder if soon I will beg for them to master me completely.
Author: Sara Fields
eBook Price: Kindle Unlimited/$4.95
Length: 52,800 words
Excerpt
My skin felt electrified, the chemistry between us palpable and I wanted more. He palmed my ass, then spanked it hard. One side, then the other, and the sting mixed into a confusing wave of pleasure and pain. I lifted my ass and he rewarded me with another.
Was that what it was? A reward? A punishment?
I no longer knew. I didn’t really care either.
He climbed on the bed between my legs and I could no longer see him. But I could feel him. He leaned over me and kissed my shoulder, palming my pussy in his hand at the same time. Stroking my clit, circling it, driving me wild with need to the edge and back.
I was so close. I just needed another second, a little bit more pressure and I would come. He had to let me, right?
My skin buzzed with my need, my desire for more. It consumed me.
Only he kept teasing me. Just when I thought I’d come, he’d pull back and I whimper in desperation. I couldn’t take much more without combusting into a million little pieces.
He did it again.
I heard his pants unzip and the heat of his cock rubbed against my wetness. My pussy practically convulsed with want.
He pressed the head against my entrance and then he stopped. He slapped his hands down on my ass and I yelped.
“What do you call me, Alaina?” he questioned.
I knew what he wanted. Would it be so bad? To admit it just this once so I got what I wanted? No one was here outside my captors. They wouldn’t ever need to find out. No one else needed to know. I could plead insanity, Stockholm syndrome or something. No need to suffer when I could make it right with just a simple word. Right?
His cock pushed a little harder. Promising me the world if I would just obey.
Fuck it. My body was making the demands right now. I’d think about the consequences later. I groaned, enjoying the feel of his iron shaft against me. He pulled away, rubbing it up and down my wetness, pressing down hard against my clit.
God. Almost there.
“Say it, human,” he demanded.
“Just fuck me already, Master,” I countered.
He chuckled.
“Close enough,” he murmured.
In a single surge, his cock speared my pussy in two. He didn’t wait for me to adjust to his size and I didn’t want him to. He took me in one hard stroke, before he pulled out and slammed right back into me. I shuddered with pleasure.
His cock seemed to grow even bigger inside me. Even as my body tried to get used to his size, his girth widened. It was rough. It hurt. But I fucking loved it.
Bound with my wrists and ankles immobile, my body spread wide to take, he claimed me, hard, fast, and dominating.
