Tameable (Warrior Masters) (3 page)

“Get her inside and hold her down if she tries to move,” Roman ordered his brother fiercely.
“I am so going to spank her ass for this,” he said eyeing me darkly.

“Not before me, you won’t,” Julian grinned taking my arm and pulling me towards him in a heartbeat.

The large man roared angrily, his figure still a shadow in the unlit room apart from his red glowing eyes.   He moved in to the house, picking up a large sword from the side of the broken door, snarling, hissing and spitting like a snake.  I watched Roman grin and his own eyes redden.  Raising his own sword, he hissed at his opponent.  I stared open-mouthed dropping my bronze lover’s statute to the floor.  Before I was able to utter a word of surprise and disbelief, Julian caught my arm and dipped his body slinging me quickly over his shoulder.

  Roman and the large man’s swords clashed nosily.  Metal grating against metal as they began fighting a sword duel like knights of
old.  Struggling with my sudden incapacity as Julian raced out of the back in to the front room, he shocked me by giving my bottom two sharp slaps ordering me to keep quiet and still.  Even clothed in my jeans, my bottom stung with the force he exerted with his firm hand.

Julian carried me up the stairs to my room
, and to my horror, he threw me on the bed.

“What are you doing? 
Why aren’t you helping your brother?  Are you going to attack me as well,” I demanded kicking and screaming like a wild cat.  I really resented being treated this way by a man in my home.  It was beyond humiliating.  But I yelped loudly when he turned me over on to my front and swatted my bottom another couple of times.

“My brother does not need any help.  And he wouldn’t thank me for offering it. 
You have a lot to learn about our ways, Amanda,” he informed me as though scolding a naughty child.

“You should have told us you were in trouble.  We have been watching the
house since you arrived.  You are in great danger, honey, and you don’t seem to want any help.  So we are going to have to make you see sense.  You are one hell of a stubborn Trian hybrid female.  True to form.”

He laughed and shook his head.  The man seemed secretly pleased with my
stubbornness.

Who
were these Trians I kept hearing people mention?  I squealed when he pulled me up and to him.  I felt so small and fragile next to Julian standing over me at the side of the bed in his black suit.  It lent strength to his domination of me.  He was tall and athletically muscled just like his brother but he seemed a couple of inches taller and his face was thinner.  He sported the same sexy designer stubble around his mouth and jaw.  The man was as hot looking as his twin brother and as determined for me to accept his help and protection.  For a moment he simply held me near him and stroked my cheek.

“You are very beautiful and so helpless,”
he said. His caress was soothing, soft yet he looked down upon me with dark eyes making me both intrigued and fearful.  “I know this is frightening, honey, but you are going to have to learn it is our right to protect and school you as Trian males.  Female hybrids are special to our race.”  He surprised me by brushing my forehead with a kiss and inhaled my skin.  Despite my fright, I almost melted.  “It has been so long since I was able to hold a Trian female.  I will not be denied the comfort of one in my arms any longer.  Roman will have to fight to keep you, honey.  I don’t give up easily.”

“Who are the Trians?” I ventured softly.  “Why do you keep calling me that?” I asked confused.  “
You make them sound like something out of Doctor Who.  What are they?  Aliens?”

His smile and lack of response had my eyes widening
.  He lifted my chin and brushed my lips with a kiss.

“Yes, honey we are.  And so are you.  Why do
think you chose to live here.  You wanted to be near your own kind.  We will explain everything.  You are just a babe ready to be born in to a new world.  You need someone to take you in hand and guide you through your birth.  Now time for baby’s discipline,” he grinned then took hold of the front of my jeans and undid the belt buckle.  I smacked my hands at his arms to stop him.  “Don’t worry, baby, I am not going to do anything untoward.  I am just going to spank your bare bottom for being a naughty girl for thinking you could protect yourself from a Trian warrior male ready to claim you for his own.  Silly girl.”

“What the
—”

Before I could express my raging disbelief, Julian
pulled down my jeans then sat down on the bed.  With strength I could not resist, he pulled me over his knee.  Julian lifted up thin low cut pink top and without hesitation he pulled down my white cotton panties down to greet my trousers at my knees and exposed my naked bottom.  I was mad especially when I felt the curls of my pussy rub against his lap. 

Julian’s fingers stroked the skin of my bare bottom for the briefest of moments and instantly I felt the unexpected heat of desire swirl inside my stomach.  I widened my eyes shocked that such a simple reaction could produce a fiery reaction.  But it was to be short lived and quickly replaced by blushing humiliation and shame.

His palm cupped one of my buttocks tenderly, almost lovingly as he braced his arm across my back and pushed down hard but not painfully to hold me in place.  I was trapped.

“Please, don’t hurt me.  This is so humiliating.  I will do whatever you tell me.  Please let me go,” I am ashamed to say I begged.

I was about to spanked and disciplined by a stranger.

“No, Amanda.  This is for your own good.  It won’t hurt too much.  I will be gentle on you this time but if you continue to push me by being reckless with your safety then I will take my leather belt to your beautiful rump, baby girl.  Make no mistake.  This is an important lesson for you to learn,” he patted my bottom as he spoke then gave it a gentle squeeze just before he brought his palm down hard across my bare bottom.  “You could have been killed.  We Trian warriors are skilled knights, forged from our ancestors on the ancient battlefields of Trianon in service of our monarch, on our planet in the Balan Quadrant of the Andromeda universe, millions of light years from Earth.  He could have killed you instantly or violently claimed you as his own.”

I howled in response shocked and surprised at the sting of the blow
and the strange information he was imparting to me.  Before I knew it Julian rained several more hard slaps down upon my bottom curving them accurately with a practised stroke to catch the tender backs of my thighs where they met the swell of my buttocks.  The pain was hot, searing.  Shame burned my face and my tears spilled over.  I could do nothing else but lie still and accept my punishment with as much dignity as I could muster.  He was so strong and every effort I made to raise myself from his knees was stopped easily. So this was what it felt like to be spanked as a grown woman by a dominant man.  A dominant alien man?  Maybe I was going mad!  The humiliation of being spanked was almost too much to bear.

Yet my negative feelings were to be crowned with a warmth that made me slick and pliant between my thighs.  It was made worse with every blow pushing my pussy down on to Julian’s legs until it ground against them.  My clit rubbed against the material of his black suit trousers to the point it was soaked in my milky juice.  I became more afraid of the fact I might leave a damp patch against his thigh for him to view with amusement when he had finished disciplining me.  The more Julian’s firm unforgiving hand struck my bottom to discipline my waywardness the more I dampened to the point that if he decided to take me I would be prepared for him and obediently willing to his needs.

Angry and in fact highly disappointed at my feelings I cursed him out loud.  The slaps became harder in response until I sobbed begging relief, vainly attempting to placate him with false promises I would be more mindful of my safety and conduct.  I was a strong independent woman now and he could not just do this to me.  I would be my own counsel regarding my safety and not him.  The sooner he learnt that the better.  But I had little hopes I would be able to convince him.

My bare bottom was burning with the
strength of a furnace when Julian delivered his final strike and I was sobbing quietly like a punished child.  He massaged my bruised cheeks with the heel of his palm to soothe the ache before bending to brush his lips against one of the fleshy mounds.  His lips were cool, soft and gentle.  My vagina stirred with lustful need again.  I had just met the man and here I was forced over his knee with my bare bottom provocatively thrust up in to the air being spanked like a naughty schoolgirl.  Shifting uneasily in his lap I tried to conceal my contradictory feelings.  Julian had meant to correct me, not to turn me on.  He would no doubt find me strange to experience sexual need when he disciplined.

The door of my bedroom opened.  Looking
up from my subservient position over Julian’s knee I could see it was Roman.

“Did you get him?” Julian demanded.

“Yes, he’s gone.  He is the third man we have prevented claiming her.  We will need to be more alert.  There are more coming, I can feel it.  I sensed one of them was the Saliean hybrid abducting women in Peachum.  He is trying to establish a psychic bond with Amanda.  She must be protected at all costs.”

There was a murmur of agreement from Julian.

Roman grinned down at me. 

“How was your first spanking, Amanda?” he asked.

“Sore,” I said with an indignant voice.  “You have no right to do this to me...  ”

“It is for your own good, baby girl,” he told me with warning authority.

“I have explained the danger and folly of a Trian female trying to protect herself from a Trian warrior,” Julian informed him.

“Good.  Perhaps her punishment will convince her to listen to us.  Do you think she is converting just as I suspected?” he asked his brother.

“I will need to give her a thorough examination but she feels warm over my knee.  It is the first sign.  The fact the challengers are knocking on her door and our own attraction to her is another blatant sign.  We can smell the conversion.  It forces us in to action.”

“It was never this hard to claim a woman back on Trianon.  These games and deceptions we have to play.  I hate it.  If we hadn’t been invaded
by the Sailiean Alliance we..."

“We would have still had our world and our women but we would never have known the joy of human women and the hybrids they have produced by joining with us.”  Julian smoothed his palm over my sore bare bottom.  “They are beautiful, wild and stubborn creatures yet so tameable and brought to mastery quickly if handled correctly. 
Look at Hadyn and Katrina, you and Elise, your late wife.”

“Yes, I would not have met Elise.  But she is gone now and I must find another.”

Roman bent down in front of us and reached out to smooth his palm over my sore red buttocks.  I gasped at the feeling of coolness against the heat lifting from my bottom.  “You are going to have to get used to the feeling of a man’s hand striking your bare bottom.  It is the way we Trian men discipline our females and keep them safe.” He smoothed his palm across the full swell of both cheeks and then down to the backs of my thighs.

“Nice and warm but your spanking has f
inished yet,” Roman informed me with amusement, bringing his palm down across the backs of my tender thighs hard.  I howled when he repeated the action six times.  My body writhed and bucked down on Julian’s legs.  To my horror the intense pain made me soaking wet between my thighs.  The humiliation of both my spanking and by arousal was too much to bear and I began to sob like a baby.

“I have been so worried about you, Amanda we both have.  You are very lucky I am not taking my belt to your
bare bottom, sweet girl.  You are going to have to get used to the fact that I am in charge now.  Trian females must be governed in their protection and disciplined should they dare to question it.  It is a male’s right to protect and discipline his female mate.”

“I am not your mate,” I yelped feeling another blow to the middle of my buttocks
.  Roman’s spanking was harder.  Julian had clearly been lenient.  I grit my teeth.

“No, she is right on that score,” Julian said darkly.  My spanking stopped abruptly.  I could feel trouble brewing in the sudden silence between the men.  I glanced up and saw Julian holding Roman’s wrist in mid hair stopping him from sp
anking my poor sore bare rump again.

“Perhaps we should get our swords,”
Roman suggested.

“I have as much right as you to claim her,”
Julian answered ready to take him up on the offer of a duel.

“I am not being claimed by anyone. Let me up.  I need to know what is going on.  Stop fighting and tell me now,” I ordered.

More silence followed and then I felt Roman’s hand smoothing over my bottom.  Like Julian he bent to kiss my burning flesh.  He trailed his finger along the ridge on the back of my thigh just before it began to swell in to my tight buttock.  I moved uneasily on Julian’s knee feeling my desire to be taken strengthen.

“We will tell you everything, darling, just be patient,”
Roman told me.  His finger moved inwards making me gasp when it made contact with the wetness pooling from my sex and across my thighs.  I heard him give a small chuckle.