After several months of exceptionally vivid, wonderfully sexy dreams in which she is visited by a mysterious stranger who punishes and pleasures her as he sees fit, one night Ellie awakens to find herself in an unfamiliar place. She is lying naked on a table in an odd, purple-lit room, exposed and vulnerable, and the man who looms over her is devastatingly handsome yet definitely not human.
Introducing himself as Valodar, he gently explains that he is an alien from another world and he has been visiting Ellie in what he calls the dreamscape. Certain that she is the perfect woman for him and wanting her to experience life as his mate, he invites her to stay with him, but he makes it clear that she will have to submit to him completely.
Though his warning that she will be thoroughly spanked for any disobedience gives Ellie pause, Valodar’s mere presence leaves her yearning for his touch and she cannot resist accepting his offer. She quickly learns Valodar possesses unique physical traits, and he sends her tumbling into one shattering climax after another, claiming her more thoroughly than she would have ever thought possible.
But even as love begins to blossom between the dominant alien and the feisty human girl, their growing passion is interrupted when the Earth suddenly falls under threat from a cunning and ruthless alien race. Valodar makes it clear that she must leave the matter in his hands, but can Ellie sit idly by while her world is in peril?
Ellie felt her heart jump, and taking a breath, she slid off the padded bench and stretched across it. He tapped the inside of her thigh, and recalling that that was an instruction for her to spread her legs, she shuffled her feet apart.
“Remain perfectly still. You are about to be secured.”
There was a clicking sound, and she felt a metal band close around her ankles.
“The essence of all relationships is trust,” he said sternly, landing unexpected smacks directly on both her sit spots.
“Do you not remember the correct way to address me at such times?”
“Yes, Sir Valodar!” she declared. “Sorry, I forgot.”
“Obviously. Two more. Don’t forget again!”
He swiftly delivered them on the center of her backside, and she yelped—loudly. How could his hand contain such a sting? Turning her head, she peered over her shoulder. As if he’d anticipated the glance, he was holding up his hand. His fingers were no longer separate digits, but had melded into each other. His hand had become a paddle!
“You forget. I am not human. There is a great deal about me you have yet to learn.”
“Apparently,” she squeaked. “That felt like you were swatting me with a hairbrush.”
“It is hard, and I wish it to be. You must understand the severity of your crime. Now please lay your head back down.”
Still unnerved, lowering her chin onto the soft padded bench, she held her breath, waiting for the next swat, but she wasn’t prepared for the volley that landed on her backside. His paddle-hand landed with a speed she could not fathom, and when the punishment stopped, she was gasping, and her bottom was scalded and stinging.
“Yes, very fast and very hard,” he exclaimed, “exactly what was deserved.”
She was speechless, and a moment later his hand began smoothing over her hot, pricking skin, but it didn’t feel comforting.
“I am sealing in the sting,” he declared. “It will stay exactly as it feels right now, until I decide to remove it. You will learn a broken promise is extremely unwise.”
Attempting to say, “Yes, Sir Valodar,” she discovered she couldn’t, but she wasn’t sure why. She was still breathless, but her mouth wasn’t dry, and her throat wasn’t constricted, she just couldn’t make her voice work. He was walking around the bench, and standing in front of her, he ordered her to open her mouth wide and stick out her tongue.
“This is a punishment clamp. You will wear it as I deliver my final reprimand.”
Glancing down at his hands, she saw his fingers were fingers again, and he was holding a jewel-encrusted clamp shaped in a half-moon. Was it to cover the end of her tongue? Shifting her gaze to his eyes, she looked at him imploringly.
“As long as you are here, you must be prepared to accept my authority and follow my rules. I will be fair, always, and I will cherish you above all others, but I will also chastise you as necessary. If you do not wish me to continue your punishment, if you do not think it deserved, I will relieve your pain, and transport you back to your habitat. All you need to do is nod your head. Do you wish to return to Earth?”
She shook her head fervently. It was the last thing she wanted. The connection she felt to the beautiful male being was growing stronger with every passing minute. He was right. Trust was the essence of any relationship, and she had broken her word.
“I am pleased you wish to remain,” he said, his voice softening. “Now you must do as you’re told. Present your tongue.”
Her eyes still locked on his, she did as he asked, and he closed the shimmering metal clamp at the end of it. Though it didn’t hurt, it tingled, and was heavy.
“On Earth, you may make as many idle promises as you wish, but with me, and here on this station, a promise is a solid oath and is not to be lightly made. A broken promise will bring damage not just to yourself, but it will shame those around you. It is the endless string of lies and false pledges that has seen the deterioration of your planet. Were you one of my race, the spanking you just received, and the clamp upon your tongue, would be just the beginning of your punishment. Do you understand now, the severity of your crime?”
Unable to speak, and the clamp growing heavier with every second, she nodded her head, and her eyes sent the silent message that she understood completely.
BARNES AND NOBLE
A BIT ABOUT MAGGIE
Male dominance/ female submission. My passion. It is that which I write about, and my alpha-males range from down-home, hunky, spanking cowboys, to fantasy, sword-wielding, warriors, and of course, artful romantic Dominants who don't need dollars to melt their sweet subs, (even if a few of them have mega-bucks).
There's a little bit of me in all the stories, and The British Bachelor trilogy is based on a long-distance relationship I had with a British Dominant, James Collier. When he agreed to work with me on I AM A DOMINANT, I was absolutely thrilled. This book is a first-hand account of some of his more interesting experiences, including the amusing, and intriguing story of the first time he had a woman over his lap.
I am an old-fashioned romantic, complete with my own white knight fantasies, so a red rose and heart-felt sentiment is alive and well on the pages of all my novels. If you like to sigh, please, come on in.
Last but not least, I am blessed to share my life with a precious pup, and a gorgeous mare. All creatures great and small also live close to my heart.
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