Bound, Spanked and Loved: Fourteen Kinky Valentine's Day Stories (86 page)

The man smiled at her then, his deep blue eyes sparkling in the bright light. He turned his head, addressing someone behind her field of vision. “See what I told you about her tears? Beautiful.”

He wasn’t alone.

She craned her head to the left, her heart seizing in her chest. There was another one. A man? No, that didn’t seem quite right. Then she remembered the hands. His arms were crossed, one hand stroking a prominent chin, and at that moment she remembered the last thing she’d seen before passing out.

Six fucking fingers!

Though he was dressed in the same full tunic like her night visitor had worn, this one was the color of coal. This new “man” had the same hairless, uber masculine appearance, though he was slightly taller and somewhat less massively built than the shirtless man standing over her.

“I’m... not crying,” she tried to say, the words coming out as hoarse, indecipherable croaks.

“Probably a side effect from the tranquilizer, Lukanos.” Maerata scowled. “Used too much on her, damn you.”

Lukanos! That’s the name!

“T-tranquilizer? Where am I?”

What the hell is going on?

The man in black sighed loudly, then began speaking to his partner in a language she’d never heard before, the words seeming to be all short, sharp consonants and largely bereft of vowels. Lukanos glanced at her, then put his hand to the base of his own throat, speaking to the other in increasingly animated words using the same strange language.

Disoriented, she closed her eyes, trying to block out the words, the tongue they spoke sounding disturbingly... alien.

“You are all right, Alisse?”

Her eyes snapped open again, not expecting the sudden return to English. “I—I don’t know.”

“Can you stand?”

“Hard to stand when I’m tied to... whatever the hell this is.” She looked down at her bound wrists. “Is this... necessary?”

I think you have a helluva lot bigger problems than being bound to this couch, lady.

“Let’s have her up and see if she can walk,” the man in black said.

The straps around her wrists unlocked, falling away, and Lukanos knelt down next to her, picking her up with a ridiculous ease that bespoke tremendous strength.

The vibration coursed through her body as her toes touched the cool metal of the floor. “Where—where are we?”

She certainly was nowhere near home. She was certain of it, even though she had no real way of knowing.

“How do you feel now?” Lukanos’ expressive eyes sparkled as he looked down upon her.

Her head swam a little, but she gave him a tiny nod, the shakiness fading by the second.

“It’s wearing off,” the man in black muttered. “She’s stronger than she looks.”

“They
all
are, Captain. I’ve tried to tell you. We underestimate the humans.” Lukanos glanced at her. “I admire them.”

“What you admire are the
females
, Lieutenant. You forget who your partner’s been for the past two Terrans.”

Alisse swallowed hard. She wasn’t so sure what she’d just heard boded well for her. At all.

“Hard not to like that particular part of humanity.” Lukanos touched her shoulder, the huge hand wrapping softly around her.

“You admire it too much, Lieutenant—and as a result, you’ve made a terrible mess. For both of us.”

Lukanos stiffened, his hand dropping away. “I don’t care. I’ll take whatever punishment I deserve. It’s worth it, to have her.”

The man in black made a disgusted sound, waving a hand at his colleague and turning away.

“Please,” Alisse said. “Who are you? What’s going on here? I don’t—what is this place?” She scanned the large room around her, the walls appearing to be made of a featureless metallic substance, the edges at floor and ceiling rounded rather than right angles.

“Where you are, human, is nowhere, really.” The man in black spread his huge hand against the wall, then drew it down sharply. The walls immediately darkened, then seemed to fade away entirely, Alisse clapping her hand to her mouth as she let out a hoarse shout of surprise. She spun around, looking up,  down. In every direction, she saw more than she’d ever have thought possible.

Stars. Billions of them.

She’d seen the galactic star field as viewed from Earth, of course. She’d even finagled a trip to Cero Paranal in Chile to get the best view of the southern sky. She still remembered the first time she laid eyes on the hauntingly beautiful Southern Cross.

That was
nothing
though. Her colleagues back home would be shitting themselves at the view she had now.

Except... these weren’t the same stars. There were far too many, in every direction she looked. The constellations were all wrong too. No, they weren’t just wrong—they were
gone
. In their place a sea of stars as foreign to her as a person seeing the sky for the very first time.

“I don’t... I don’t understand.”

Yes, you do. It means it’s all true.

“Not really nowhere, precisely,” the man in black said, looking back at both of them. “Rather,
en route
as some of your species like to say. We transited the Sol gate just before you woke up. We should be arriving at the rendezvous in moments, actually.”

“Rendezvous?” Darkness flitted across Lukanos’ pure blue eyes for a moment, gone as fast as it appeared. “We’re not transferring to base?”

“We’ve been ordered to divert to Command One.”

Lukanos quirked a dark eyebrow. “Command One?”

The man in black turned back to them, a sweep of his hand making the dazzling star field view fade away to featureless metallic white walls once more. “You didn’t think your defiance of our laws—and our sacred oath—was going to go unnoticed, did you?”

Lukanos tensed ever so slightly. “It would have—if you hadn’t
reported
it to Command.”

A hint of extreme weariness snuck into the Captain’s otherwise cool gaze. “You know I had no choice.”

They stared each other down for a moment, Alisse suddenly sure that despite their utter lack of speech, something was passing between the two giant men, their jaws tight, eyes glinting.

“What’s happening?” Though it felt absurd, the urge to draw closer to the massive, musclebound Lukanos was overwhelming. He was the one thing remotely familiar in this crazy situation. As if sensing her need, his huge arm slipped around her waist, the palm spreading proprietorially upon her hip, pulling her against his side. His flesh felt as hard and immovable as a great tree, and if only for a moment, she found solace in that fleeting sense of protection.

Yes, protectiveness... from the man who kidnapped you.

She’d have to mull that over some other time though. Something was about to happen, and instinctively, she knew it posed possible danger to her.

He smiled down at her, a fondness in his gaze that both made her shiver and elicited a strange stirring deep in her belly.

Oh no...

Suddenly, she realized both of the hulking males were staring at her.

“Get her strapped back in, Lieutenant. We’re docking with Command 1 in ten minutes.”

“Why, Captain? We haven’t even inspected her yet...”

“Admiral Kosha wants to see her.” Maerata scowled at his lieutenant. “And figure out what in space to do with a certain Directive-violating soldier.”

Chapter Four

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A
dmiral Kosha paced before them, both he and the Captain standing at attention. It was usually an auspicious event to meet a fleet command officer in person, but Lukanos knew this moment was anything but auspicious. This was potentially disastrous.

Older than both of them, with shoulders no longer quite so broad, eyes a trifle less bright, Kosha was still a powerful man. And he had the ability to open innumerable doors—or crush a career with a single order.

Behind the pacing senior officer, Alisse looked on from her perch, bound fast, her legs drawn up, the robe she wore riding up to expose the paleness of her lower legs. Her eyes were wide as they studied them, following the Admiral’s every movement. If anything, she was even more alluring in her fear. She was a smart one, for a human, and that intellect only fired Lukanos’ desire higher. He’d read some of the accounts written by other
Yaanfahr
who’d clandestinely taken humans, and the pleasure to be had in taming those keen minds, those strong wills was almost as sweet as their enjoyment of the lush, soft curves so admired in human females. Alisse was blessed with more than her share of curves, her physical beauty holding a power to him he couldn’t quite understand. Perhaps it was the difference in their species, that otherness that attracted him?

Perhaps you’re just depraved.

Depravity wasn’t unknown in Yaanfahr society, and it was accepted as a natural variation, but that didn’t keep it from being largely suppressed, especially in the military corps.

Alisse struggled briefly in the restraints holding her firm to the grav couch. Lukanos had much better—and more elaborate—restraints at home. And he intended for her to experience every one.

First, he had to
get
her home.

Kosha stopped before them, crossing his hands behind his back, his dark, heavy fleet officer’s coat so long it brushed against the floor at his feet. He fixed them both in turn with gray, flinty eyes.

“I hand pick all of the Survey Teams. I’ve been doing it for more than fifty cycles, and I’ve usually made sound choices.”

Lukanos opened his mouth, but the Admiral gave him a sharp shake of his head, silencing him.

“This isn’t the first time this has happened, and sadly, it’s unlikely to be the last. But that doesn’t absolve you in the least for paying for what you’ve done. The Directive is there for a reason, Lieutenant. It’s not a guideline. And you have no
right
to deviate from it.” Kosha shifted his gaze to the Captain, the sharp glint in his eyes softening somewhat. “You’ve commanded well, Captain Maerata. A more exemplary field officer, I’ve never encountered. I’m less surprised that our head strong lieutenant has overstepped his bounds than I am learning he’s done it while a member of one of
your
teams.”

“Yes, sir,” the Captain murmured.

“It’s done though, and all I’m left with is deciding what in
space
to do with the two of you.” Kosha fixed Lukanos with a look that made his blood run cold. “Admirals made of sterner stuff than I have been known to flush insubordinate soldiers straight out of an airlock.”

Kosha stared at him for what seemed an eternity, Lukanos’ heart beating like a drum in his chest, his mouth suddenly dry. Termination was something he’d never seriously considered, though technically, for violations of the Directive, Command held the literal power of life and death.

Finally, Kosha sighed, spinning on his heel with a shake of his head. He walked slowly toward Alisse, her face paling as she looked up at him.

“She seems to know when to stay silent, at least. Some of their species can’t seem to ever stop talking.” Kosha’s gaze coursed over her bound form. Was there a faint interest there? “Might as well get her up and out of those restraints.”

Relieved to be freed from standing at attention, Lukanos rushed to the task, freeing her and pulling her to her feet to stand before the Admiral. Lukanos clasped his hands down upon her delicate shoulders, loving the play of smooth, trembling muscles under his fingers. He stroked the line of her collar bone with a thumb as she peered up at Kosha.

“A well-formed specimen, if nothing else,” the Admiral murmured, before clicking on his interpreter unit to ensure Alisse understood what was about to be said. He returned his attention to Lukanos.

“Lieutenant, you’ve got two choices.” Kosha nodded toward Alisse. “You can keep your little toy here and retire immediately from Survey Team service. Your file will be placed in administrative review—and you can be sure said review will recommend you be cashiered. You’ll be lucky to get out of it with half of your post-discharge stipend, so if you choose that option, I hope you’ve invested your savings well. You’ll need it.”

“Yes, sir. I... thought that might happen.”

Lukanos had invested every credit of his pay since day one. Maybe deep down, he’d always known he’d try this eventually, but somehow he knew he’d need that nest egg. Fortunately, he’d done well, and in concert with the value of his modest inherited land holdings, his savings ensured he could live quite comfortably for the rest of his life—even if the Administrative Review decided to dock his entire post-discharge pay.

“Alternatively, we try to clean up this total wreck of a situation.” Kosha began to pace again. “You take her back to Terra—supervised by Captain Maerata, of course. Your position will be placed in Administrative Review, and because I do think you are a generally capable soldier, I may be able to see to it that you’re subject to mere demotion—and prompt reassignment. Oh, and she would have to have her mind wiped.”

“Oh my God, no!” Alisse struggled against Lukanos’ grip, and he squeezed her harder, murmuring to her to try to calm down, that things were as they should be. Thankfully, she went quiet, though he could feel the tension in her muscles coming off of her in veritable waves.

“She’ll need to be trained out of that, if you keep her,” Kosha said with a mild look of distaste.

“I assure you, she would be, sir.” Lukanos’ cock was already stirring at the appealing prospect of taking her over his knee and testing some of the many implements he’d collected over many cycles. She’d learn—and quickly—that obedience and compliance were much preferable to scorching hot buttocks. Corporal punishment was not only commonly used with taken humans—he’d reread those accounts more times than he cared to admit—but it was expected. The same way one might an owner to discipline a misbehaving pet. Moreover, unique to the human females, a few of them actually seemed to grow to respond to it, even become aroused by discipline. The phenomena was well-documented, though admittedly quite rare. There was some argument over whether this was an induced response, or if this was part of some innate variation in some human females. Regardless, he found it fascinating.