Her Alien Prince by Maria Monroe – Extended Preview

Talon’s home is palatial, a huge glass home in hues of blue. The colors blend so perfectly that I almost cry looking at it. Amazingly, though you can’t see inside from outdoors, once you enter it’s like you’re actually outside, the glass clear, giving the appearance that you’re in the woods surrounding the home.

Talon carries my suitcase inside and sets it down. A gorgeous alien woman appears and bows slightly at him, then takes the suitcase and heads up a set of stairs. She’s tall and slim, with the same silvery purplish skin. Her dress is shimmery and green and seems to meld to her shape as she walks. Her hair is white, but she’s not old, or at least I don’t think she is. I mean, I’m not used to seeing these aliens, so she could be a thousand for all I know. But her appearance is young, like she’s in her twenties. My age, perhaps.

“Follow me.” Without even looking at me, Talon starts down a sparkling white hallway. The walls are almost shimmery out of the corner of my eye, but when I look directly at them, the sheen goes away. I’ve never seen anything like it, and I run my fingers along it, wondering what the material is. They’re smooth and cool to the touch, like marble but flatter and somehow softer too.

We enter what I assume is his office, where a desk sits in the center of the large room. There’s something that looks like a computer, but instead of being rectangular, it’s oval shaped, and the monitor is so thin it looks like paper.

He sits down behind the desk and gestures for me to sit in the chair across from him. “Let’s get started. We have a lot to go over today.”

I roll my eyes. “You’re such a gracious host.” I can’t hide my sarcasm.

His eyes narrow and his face hardens as he stares at me. “Excuse me, Andi?”

“I’ve never felt so welcomed anywhere in my life. Talk about first class treatment. Kidnapped. Then put to sleep for a week, without my permission I might add. Then, instead of being shown to my room, I’m put right to work. Wow, Talon. You really know how to treat a guest.”

He glares at me. “You are here in an important role, as the human ambassador to our planet. You were chosen specifically for this position, and you need to show some respect, regardless of how you were brought here. You’re the first human ever to visit our Ziladra. It’s an honor.”

“Yeah, well, it doesn’t feel like it. And honestly? I don’t want to work right now. I’m tired. I’m going to my room, if I actually have one. Most likely you’ll keep me locked up in a cell somewhere.” I roll my eyes at him, then head to the door.

A low growl escapes his throat. “You are here under my protection and leadership, and you are to do as I say, Andi. If you leave this room, there will be consequences.”

“Consequences?” I turn back to him. “Worse than being here in the first place?” I snap back around to leave, my hand out to open the door.

In a second he’s behind me, so quickly I didn’t even feel him moving in my direction. He grasps my left wrist, not painfully but hard enough to let me know he means business. He leans down to whisper in my ear. “I’m going to punish you now, Andi. For your insubordination.”

Still holding my arm, he leads me to a couch by the wall, not stopping to say a word.

Before I know what’s happening, he sits on the couch and pulls me down so I’m on my stomach over his lap.

“What are you doing?” I struggle to get up, but his huge hands hold me in place.

“I will not tolerate any more of your attitude. Here on Ziladra you will treat me with respect. I am the prince of this planet, and you are here in an important role. I plan to teach you right now what will happen when you disrespect me or your job here.”

His hand lands on my ass, which is still covered in the white gown I was wearing when I woke up.

“Ow!” I try to reach back to cover myself but he quickly grabs my hand and holds it at the small of my back. I’m powerless under his strength.

He rains spanks down on my ass, a few on the right cheek before alternating to the left and spanking me there. I’ve never been spanked in my life, and the feeling of being treated like a child just adds to the punishment. Not only does it hurt, but it’s embarrassing.

“I’m sorry!” I cry out. “Seriously, stop!”

He does, but only to tell me, “I will stop when I think you’ve learned your lesson. The more you fight, the harder this spanking will be. And trust me when I say it’s already going to be long and quite painful.”

“But you can’t do this!”

Except he is. Now he’s spanking me like he really means it, with a slow and steady pace that’s building up a fire in my ass. Each time his hand lands, it brings fire, and though he’s holding me firmly in place, I begin to wriggle, hoping to escape even though I know it’s impossible.

He finally stops, and I start to get up, but to my horror I realize he only paused to lift up the dress I’m wearing, and before I can object, he’s spanking me again, this time on my panties.

Each smack stings as his big hand lands on my tender skin.

“It hurts so bad,” I cry. “Please stop, Talon.”

But it’s to no avail. Again and again he spanks me, until I’m writhing and wriggling and trying, unsuccessfully, to get up. Panic swirls in my belly. How much can I take? It hurts so much, and it doesn’t seem like he’s going to stop any time soon. Tears well up in my eyes, and I fight to hold them back, but it’s impossible. As he continues to spank my ass over and over, the tears begin to fall.

This time when he stops I anticipate what he’ll do next, and I’m right. He grabs the waistband of my panties and pulls them down.

“Stand up,” he says when the fabric is at my upper thighs.

I do, knowing, somehow, that arguing is only going to make things worse.

“I want those all the way off.” His eyes are focused on mine, his expression hard.

Is he going to watch while I take them off? Apparently so, because he sits calmly, looking at me expectantly until I bend down, pushing the fabric to my feet and stepping out of the panties. Is this really happening? Am I really standing here in front of this alien, taking off my underwear so he can spank me even harder?

I know my cheeks are burning, and I stare at the floor, shuffling from foot to foot. My heart is pounding like I just sprinted a mile. My bottom is on fire, and, strangely, my pussy aches, though I don’t understand at all why that would be. I don’t want to look up. I don’t want to see if he’s staring at me. Correction: I don’t want to see him staring at me, because I’m certain he is. I can practically feel his harsh gaze moving up and down over my body, which, thankfully, is still clad in the white gown. At least I’m not completely naked.

“Look at me, Andi.” Oh, god.

I slowly meet his gaze.

“Are you learning a lesson here?” he asks. He raises an eyebrow at me. And, even though he’s definitely on my shit list right now, there’s something in that no-bullshit expression of his, in that I-won’t-even-entertain-an-argument set of his face that makes my stomach flutter. And my pussy clench.

What is wrong with me?

“Yes,” I whisper. “Yes, I’m learning my lesson.”

“Good. Now get over my lap again.” He pats his thick thigh and, with a sigh, I bend over and place myself over his lap. His hands grasp the fabric of the dress and pull it up, so the air in the room cools my bare ass. “Spread your legs for me, Andi.”

“What?” I twist so I’m looking at his face, his eyes so deep blue and cold, leaving no room for argument.

“Spread your legs,” he repeats. “Now.”

I do, embarrassment churning in my gut. He pulls one of my legs toward him and traps the other between his legs so I’m stuck on his lap, spread wide open. He can see everything! My damp pussy. My other hole. My ass, of course, which is probably already a wonderful shade of red.

“Very nice.” His hand rubs over my already stinging skin for a few seconds before stopping and lightly patting my right thigh. “This is going to hurt, Andi. Focus on how disrespectful you were and stay in position.”

“It’s not like I have a choice,” I mutter, since he’s holding me tightly in place.

“No. You don’t. And talking back just now has earned you some extra punishment at the end.”

I groan, but there’s not much time to despair, because he starts spanking me right away. It’s so much harder this time, with no protection at all between my ass and his huge hand. He spanks relentlessly, sometimes slowing his pace to land a few lighter spanks on the insides of my upper thighs, right beneath my pussy.

It hurts so badly, and yet every time his fingers come close to my wet opening, I tense even more, not just from the pain but from the desire I feel, from the need for him to touch me. Which is ludicrous. He’s punishing me, spanking me. Why do I want him to touch me so much?

The spanking goes on until tears are spilling out of my eyes again. I try to be brave and hold them in, but it’s impossible. And then, just when I think I literally can’t take anymore, he stops, almost as though he can read my body perfectly.

“We’re done now, except for your extra strokes.” He holds me in position for a few seconds before loosening his legs so I can get free of his grip. “Stand up.”

I do, my legs trembling. I swipe at my eyes with my hands, ashamed to be crying. I wanted to take my spanking like a big girl, but I ended up blubbering like a baby. I take a long breath and steady myself.

Talon opens a drawer at his desk and pulls out a long, thin wooden rod. He approaches me, his eyes dark and domineering. If I wanted to run out of the room and try to escape, I wouldn’t be able to; I’m frozen in place by his gaze alone.

He stands in front of me, his muscular legs slightly spread, his chest so muscled and ridged I still, even under these strange and embarrassing circumstances, want to run my hand over it. He holds up the rod. “Your extra strokes will be with this.”

I gulp.

“Between your cheeks.”

“Wait. What?” I stammer.

“Bend over and place your hands on the couch. Spread your legs as far as you can.”

“But I…”

“I won’t hesitate to add on to your extra strokes if you continue to argue. Right now, I’m only giving you five. Just to get a taste of what happens when you don’t obey.”

I sigh and turn, bending over so my hands are on the plush, red fabric of his sofa. Slowly I inch my feet apart, farther and farther, until everything is on display once more, my bottom sticking out in perfect position to be spanked. But what did he mean by ‘between my cheeks’? Surely not…

He moves in close to my left side. He places the wooden rod right between my cheeks so it rests along my tight anus.

“Right there,” he says, tapping gently, “is such a good place to punish naughty girls. It’s a perfect reminder for them to behave during their spankings. Don’t you think it will be a good reminder, Andi?” He’s got a teasing tone to his voice, which only amplifies my embarrassment.

“Yes,” I say, knowing that’s the response he desires.

“How do you think it will feel for me to spank you right here?” He punctuates the question with another light tap.

“Um, bad. It will hurt.”

“It will,” he murmurs. “And it will be quite embarrassing as well to be spanked there, won’t it?”

“Yes,” I mutter, shame washing over me.

“I will give you five spanks on your asshole. You are to stay in position the whole time or I will start over. Yes?”

“Yes.” I take a deep breath and push my hands harder down into the fabric of the couch, hoping that will help me keep them where they belong, which is apparently anywhere away from my ass so I don’t rack up even more extra strokes.

The first one takes me by surprise. The rod lands hard, right between my cheeks. The sting is intense, and I jump up on my toes but otherwise stay in place.

The second brings tears to my eyes, and I cry out an ‘ow’ when it lands.

“You’re doing good, Andi,” he says, surprising me with his kindness. I mean, kindness considering what he’s doing to me right now.

He wastes no time with the final three, delivering them one right after the other. I cry out with each, and when he’s done I stay where I am, afraid to get out of position until he tells me to.

Behind me I hear his desk drawer open and shut, and I assume he put that horrible rod away. Then he speaks. “If you’ll join me, Andi, we have a lot go to over.”

Well, shit. Here I am, with a red ass, bent over his couch, and he’s at his desk waiting for me. Cheeks burning from embarrassment and anger, I pull my panties back on and walk stiffly to his desk, where I sit down on my burning ass and wait for him to begin.