As I’ve mentioned a few times previously, this book is a more intense dynamic than even that depicted in Taking The Human, and thus, has been a bit more difficult story for me to write. I’ve had to take more time to feel like I had it exactly where I wanted it. With luck, the longer wait will prove ultimately to be worth it, but I’d rather be late and get it right, than “on time” with a story… that wasn’t the best version I could produce.
I don’t have a firm date for release yet. I have a “hoped for” date, but rather than say it — and jinx myself if I miss it — I’ll just say “soon.”
To tide you over until publication, I’ve got a couple more excerpts on the way, the first one included with this post. Enjoy!
“A Punishment for Rose”
Her head was still spinning when he drew her through the entrance hatch and into the interior of the ship they’d docked to. As the transport had drawn close to it, she realized just how immense it was, filling the entire field of vision out of the windscreen as they’d finally coupled with the ship’s hull.
“Where… what is this place?”
“This is our home for the next few days.” The alien closed and latched the hatch behind her, leaving her to stand alone on a bare steel floor. The ceilings were at least twelve feet high, the hatchways immense. The light inside the ship was harsh, overpowering, rendering her unable to see much other than what was immediately around her.
“Why is it so… bright in here?”
For a moment, he simply watched her, his huge arms crossed. “You’ll get used to it. Follow me.”
Knowing there was little she could do but go along with him, she trailed him, his immense back something she kept staring at as he led her through several hatches and down long, tall corridors.
Finally, he stopped at a bank of what looked to be compartments of varying sizes. All but the largest of them had solid, gleaming steel doors, the spaces little bigger than cabinets. But a few of the larger ones were spacious enough for a man. Her heart dropped when it was one of these the alien opened.
Apparently, he had other ideas first though.
“Take your clothes off.”
“Your clothing. Take it off.” He took a step toward her, his eyes flashing. “Or do I need to take it off for you?”
“Why? I… I can go in there with them on. I won’t do anything. I promise.”
She hated that she was even attempting to bargain with him, but the idea of actually being naked in front this being was almost too mortifying to contemplate.
“Take them off,” his deep voice rumbled. “I need to get a good look at you. Then we’re going to fix that lip.”
For a moment, they simply stared at one another, her heart pounding frantically. He moved closer, his huge size making her feel like a tiny creature.
Her fingers moved as if on autopilot, slipping the buttons of her coat. It dropped to the floor and she touched the collar of her shirt, hoping he couldn’t see the trembling she felt in her hands. She couldn’t bear to look at him as she drew her shirt off, pulling her arms free, the cool, sterile air embracing her bared skin.
He’s not a man. He’s an alien. Not a man. Not a man.
Deep inside, she knew it didn’t matter, but somehow, it afforded her just enough to keep going. She’d do this, tell herself this was another species. That it didn’t matter, not really, since he wasn’t human. A delusion yes, but one that she clung to with a fervency born of fear… and something else entirely.
He said nothing as she continued disrobing, walking around her slowly, pausing when she delayed taking off any more.
“All of it, human.”
She reached behind, unsnapping the bra, the burst of heat at her cheeks intensifying as her breasts sprang free from the clutch of the lace. Laying her arm across her bosom, she tried to ignore the way her nipples had hardened against her skin. Was it fear? Or was there more to it than that?
I’d say there’s more, you twit. You’ve just been abducted by a goddamned alien!
The hulking form of the alien moved in front of her again, his brilliant eyes pinning her in place as he looked on, his face neutral. His features were rugged, perhaps a trifle harsh, the strong brow line and heavy jaw suggesting a deeply masculine, even dangerous, nature.
He looked to be capable of much more than mere kidnapping.
The rational half of her mind knew this meant she needed to cooperate, for now. But she needed him to know, needed to remind herself, that she wasn’t going to just lie down like a dog and take this without a struggle — symbolic or not.
“What are you… going to do with me?”
“Nothing — until you’ve done as you’ve been ordered.”
She froze. “That’s n-not an answer. What are you going to do?”
Shut up, you idiot!
“If you haven’t taken off all of your clothes within the next minute, the first thing I’ll do is show you the consequences for not following instructions. You won’t like them.”
He crossed his massive arms over his chest, his gaze growing cold. “Now, do as I say.”
Letting the bra fall, she unbuttoned her jeans, biting off a shaming whine as she skinned them and her panties down her legs. Squatting down, she yanked her shoes off, pressing her breasts to her knees, trying to fold herself into a protective crouch. She could feel the expectant weight of his stare upon her back.
Then she stood up, kicking her jeans away, breasts shielded with her arm, her other hand covering her sex. She looked down at the grating of the floor, her face flaming.
“The whole purpose of this is to look at you. I cannot do so when you hide yourself from me.”
“I… can’t.” Her mouth had gone completely dry, her voice little more than a whisper.
A finger lifted her chin until she found herself looking at that striking male face, his gaze so unlike any man she’d ever looked upon before.
“Arms at your side, human.”
She closed her eyes as she did it, clutching the sides of her thighs lest she try to cover herself once more. The tension in the air ratcheted a notch higher as she waited, her chest rising and falling as she breathed frantically, hating the way it made her breasts move.
He made a deep sound, a cross between a hum and a sigh.
Then he began to walk around her once more, and she opened her eyes again as he passed behind her, the heat of his gaze on her ass like a brand. Somehow, she knew she wasn’t to look behind her, that it would be perceived as refusing to do as told.
He stopped, out of her field of vision, leaving her to stare at the blank, smooth metal of the wall ahead of her. She had never liked her ass; she’d always thought it was too big, her hips wider than she knew was fashionable. She envied those women who had pert little bottoms, and narrow, gently curved hips. Having this… alien stare at it, only reminded her of that fact. It was an utterly absurd time to think such thoughts, but the urge to cover her backside with her hands was overpowering.
Just do as he says. You need time to think about how the hell you’re getting out of this.
She knew her chances of escape were approximately as good as winning an arm-wrestling contest against her giant captor — but that wouldn’t stop her from trying.
Then he stood before her again, closer this time, and she craned her head up to look at him, needing to show she wasn’t afraid — even if the truth was quite the opposite.
Something played at the corners of his lips. “You are called Rose, yes?”
She could only manage a nod, trying to ignore the way his gaze coursed avidly over her displayed nudity.
“Most appropriate,” he said, touching her hair with a gentleness that seemed completely at odds with the immense strength he so obviously possessed.
She turned her head away, not liking one bit the hint of comfort that soft touch imparted. She was no fool. This was only the beginning.
“What’s your name?” The question leapt from her lips so unexpectedly, her mouth dropped open with her gasp.
“I am Lieutenant Kosha of the Yaanfahr Survey Corps, but you may call me ‘sir.’ For now.”
She cleared her throat, willing herself to speak in a voice that didn’t betray how helpless she felt at that instant. “For now?”
“In time, you will not be allowed to speak at all.”
A chill ran down her spine. “W-why?”
“Because you will have to earn that right.”
“Hold your hands out.”
“Your hands.” He extended one of his, upturned, the massive palm as big as a dinner plate.
Haltingly, she complied, and in moments, metallic bracelets were affixed to her wrists. Lined with a soft cloth that was actually quite comfortable, the outsides of the cuffs gleamed with a dazzling array of colors, as if an energy field of some sort danced along the smooth surface.
“These stay on. No matter what.”
“Put your hands behind your back.”
It was beginning, and though she knew he’d have no trouble compelling her by force, she still couldn’t bring herself to obey him. She wasn’t going to be that easy.
His hands closed around her upper arms, squeezing brutally tight, drawing her wrists together until the cuffs touched. “We’ll have to address this too.”
Suddenly the cuffs heated up, and he let go of her arms.
“What the… fuck?”
Though she pulled at the manacles with all her strength, the cuffs stayed together, wrist crossed over wrist, refusing to move even a fraction of an inch.
“Those don’t come apart until I allow it. And if you continue this behavior, that’s not going to be anytime soon. Do you understand?”
“I understand”—she grunted as she twisted, futilely, at her bonds—“that you’re an asshole!”
The alien gave her a puzzled look.
Before she realized what had happened, she was spun around with dizzying force. One of his huge hands wrapped around both of her cuffs, drawing her arms over her head, and she was lifted clear from the grating. She yelped, her legs scissoring in the air as she hung before him, utterly helpless.
“What the f—!”
The first smack slammed against her ass with a force that drove the air from her lungs, stunning her into silence, her legs still for a split second as she registered what he’d just done. Then she screeched, kicking back at him with both feet, hoping to catch him in the balls.
If aliens like him have any.
She suspected deep down that he did indeed. Though definitely not human, this alien was remarkably similar to a human male — only much bigger. She tried not to think about what else about her captor might turn out to be larger.
Don’t do it, Rose.
Another searing smack of his huge palm across her defenseless buttocks jarred her back to the present, the heat of the blow blooming hot across her flesh, her body swinging from his grip, her legs frantically kicking.
He didn’t say a word though, merely smacking her again, waiting a beat until her legs stopped flailing as much and slapping his hard palm against her once more. She gasped as he squeezed each of her burning buttocks in his hand, his fingers coursing over her. He grunted, the tone sounding suspiciously like pleasure.
But still he said nothing as her punishment continued.
“What are you — oww!”
Another series of smacks, each harder than the one that came before, drew fire across her clenched cheeks, her teeth gritted hard as she wriggled helplessly, suspended in the air. Somehow, being hung up like that only deepened her sense of being utterly lost, at sea, unable to do anything at all to affect the course of her fate.
By the time the last spank landed upon her aching ass, she was groaning through her teeth, her eyes closed tight, her head thrown back. She’d been spanked before as a child… but this pain was nothing, nothing, like that. Her buttocks felt hot and heavy, and she feared they might just decide to fall right off.
What was worse, a shaming collection of tears brimmed at her eyes, threatening to spill over at any moment. She didn’t want to cry — especially knowing that was what he wanted — but she knew it would take but a handful more of those harsh spanks and the tears would be coursing down her cheeks nonetheless.
She couldn’t help but open her eyes as he turned her slowly, until she faced him once more, her body still slung from his hand like a side of beef. Those dark, yet fascinating eyes fixed upon hers, and he drew very close, until their noses nearly touched.
“I’m going to be learning everything there is to learn about you. But before we go any further, you’re going to learn something about me. When you disobey me, when you refuse to do as you’re told, when you talk back to me — and especially if you hit or hurt me — you will be punished. Every single time.”
She watched him, her fear paralyzing her momentarily, depriving her of her ability to speak.
He shook her sharply, making her head loll. “I expect an answer, human.”
“Yes! Okay, I understand! Just… please put me down.”
Instead of lowering her to the grating though, he spun her slowly around again, until he was at her left side. She watched him the whole time as his gaze dropped to her ass once more, the light in his eyes brightening with a familiar intensity. Was it possible?
She’d seen it before — but only in the eyes of men.
It was lust.
Would he? Could he… think that way about a female of another species?
Curious, even though the answer was likely to only deepen her fear, she craned her head down, peering over one shoulder. What she saw between his massive, tree trunk legs made her mouth go dry.
It was a bulge — a huge one.
“Oh fuck,” she squeaked, kicking again, despite the uselessness of the gesture.
Then she cried out, her spanking beginning anew, the first shaming tear slipping down her hot, flushed cheek.
I hope you enjoyed that excerpt from The Yielding of Rose. Another will be on the way soon:)
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