Tameable (Warrior Masters) (5 page)

It was all too much for me and I am afraid I reacted by throwing my toys out of the
pram.  I just had to get out of there so I could get some space and think straight.  Quickly grabbing my bag, I made a sharp exit before either brother could stop me.  Sliding on the ice in my high heels, my hands shaking as I opened the door of my black Audi I quickly got in.  I started the engine and backed out of the drive, skidding on the snow when the brothers Grimm came out of the house.  Julian rushed to stop me but Roman put his hand on his arm and shook his head.

“Let her have her little tantrum.  She isn’t going anywhere,” I heard him say.

That made me madder.  I drove off down the street as they walked slowly out of the drive following behind me.  I got half way along the road that had been cleared of snow but was now dangerously icy when all the electrics in the car failed and all of the power drained away.  The car came to a stop.  Frantically I tried to restart it but Julian came to stand in front of it.  Infuriated and actually considering running him down to get away from the truth about my life, I grew more determined to start the car.  Julian laughed when I banged my hand on the steering wheel in my childish temper. 

Roman appeared at my side.  I scre
amed with fright and held on to the door to stop him getting in.  Julian shook his head again and bent down.  Suddenly I felt the front end of the car lift in to the air.  Julian was holding it up easily in his hands as if the huge chunk of metal was lighter than a feather. I yelped removing my hands from the door to hang on to the steering wheel.  Roman opened the door and offered me his hand.  I nervously shook my head at him.  My head was spinning out of control with fear and doubt at the way my reality and world were crumbling away from me.  Desperately I clung to the steering wheel and on to my old life.

A loud noise had me jumping when Roman ripped the car door away from its hinges to get at me.  Tears rolled down my face as I realised I was trapped by my new reality and the two alien men determined to protect me and drag me kicking
and screaming in to their lives whether I wanted it or not.  It made me feel very female and fragile.

“I know this is hard for you to accept
, Amanda and we are going to help you.  You are going to have to learn to do as you are told, baby.  Otherwise we are going to lose you,” he said with heavy seriousness, reaching in to the car to pull my hands from the steering wheel.  Carefully he pulled my trembling body to the edge of the leather seat and lifted me out and up in to his arms.  Julian sat the car back down on the ground and moved to Roman’s side.

“We are going to take you in hand, Amanda.  We will help you through the conversion, protect you an
d help you accept your new life like a new born babe,” Julian told me when I began struggling in Roman’s arms.  “Now don’t be a naughty girl for your two daddies, baby girl or we will have to spank you again,” he grinned.

I was too distressed to object at the way they were talking to me.  I was panicking.  Roman carried me to his house.  He carried my struggling form
up the stairs to bed closely followed by Julian who did not look too happy that Roman was carrying me.  But he had the sense to keep from making any protest.  I couldn’t take any more of their fighting when I was doing enough of my own.

“Julian, go and get some supplies from Haydn.
  You told me what we would need to do when the conversion came for Amanda, last night.  He has everything we will need to tame our baby girl until she’s calmed.  Take the dog to him and ask him to take care of it until she is has come through the conversion.”

“I don’t want to leave her,” Julian said with a growl opening the bedroom door for Roman to carry me through.

Roman gave an impatient sigh.

“I am not going to do anything to claim her as mine.  I believe
in the ritual just like you do.”

There was another awkward silence between the men as I kicked and began crying.  Roman tightened his strong grip on me as he stood holding me.

“You have my word, Julian.  Now go.”

Julian did not reply.  He left the room and I heard him hurry back down the stairs.
  Roman lowered me down on the bed covered in black silk sheets.  The room had unmistakable masculine feel to it.  It was large and square, the bed a four-poster with black and silver patterned curtains.  The decoration was very fashionable in black and silver.  The shiny sliding door black expensive wardrobes ran the length of the back wall and were mirrored in the middle.  The carpet was a plush silver, not too dissimilar in colour to my own.  It matched the dove grey walls and silver bedside tables.  It was beautiful.

Roman laid me on the bed and held my arms down.

“Hush, baby.  Stop your crying.  We are going to take good care of our baby until she’s grown in the conversion.”

But I was in no mood to be placated.  Roman made the mistake of removing one of his hands to soothe me by stroking my face but I bated it away.  I used the advantage of his lose grip
to sit up.

“I want to go home,” I demanded.

“No, your place is with us.  It is too dangerous.  You will stay here.”

“You are holding me against my will.  You have bloody kidnapped me.  I need to get out of here.  I will not be made a prisoner
...  ”

“Honey, you will do as
you’re told or you are going to be over my knee faster than you can blink.”

Roman made the mistake of chuckling when he delivered his threat.  Anger spurred me and I raised my free hand to slap it across
his face.  It barely registered on his features, only slightly turning his handsome face to the side.  He frowned.  When I made to repeat the action he caught my wrist and pressed me back down hard on the bed.  He pinned me there.  I was breathing hard with fear.

“I
am not going to hurt you, but equally I can’t let that pass.  You must be disciplined.”

He
caught my hands in one of his strong male ones and pulled at his red silk tie, removing it quickly from around his neck.  I squealed with fright when he used it to bind my hands.  Using the tie around my hands he forced me back down on the bed.  He raised one of my legs in the air and undid the small buckle on my strappy high heels.  Seductively he removed the shoe stroking his fingers along the bottom of my feet tickling me.  He repeated the action on the other foot and to my surprise kissed both of the soles of my feet.

  Unable to hinder him he began to undo the belt on my trousers and unzip them.  With deft speed he lowered them down my legs and away from me.  He tossed them to the floor and moved to tackle my underwear.
  I struggled so much he gave up on removing them the conventional way.  Instead he gripped the front of them and ripped them from my flesh.  I gasped with the shock of his brutal primitive act.  My pelvis bucked as he pulled them away from me feeling him cruelly pull the remnants tight through the crease of my buttocks before tossing them to the floor with my jeans.  I struggled madly and swore at him.

  Roman
stared down at my pussy and stroked his fingers through the dark curls.  He bent to kiss them and then the small bud between my vaginal lips.  He gave it too small licks with his tongue making me writhe despite my bad temper.

“Such a pert little pussy.  I can’t wait to be inside you.  Claiming and taming you with my thrusts,” he sounded darkly wistful.  A fleeting image of us
together rose strong in my mind.  I also ached to be penetrated deeply and ridden hard to satisfaction by Roman. 

Roman stood and
started to undo the belt on his trousers.  He slid it out of the belt loops and ran it across his hand.

I will not let you spank me again.  Don’t touch me.”  My anger returned removing the image of being dominated and taken by Roman in a robust fashion
.

“Who said anything about spanking?  This time, I am going to whip your pretty ass.  Naughty baby girls
shouldn’t hit their daddy.”

Roman pulled me up to sitting. 
When I swore at him, he reached down and slapped his hand against my vagina.

“I am going to gag that foul mouth of yours.”

Another two slaps had me growing wet.  He caught the small bud sharply with the sting of his firm strike sending me crying out with pain.  Yet a rush of milky fluid coated the inside lips of my sex.  Desire sparked and flared in my stomach.  I would never have thought it would have caused so much agonised arousal.  Three more slaps followed and I became embarrassed at my wetness. Every slap made my pelvis and pussy jump to his demanding attention as he mastered my swearing.

I became quiet.  My cursing turned in to helpless female gasps and moans with each firm slap of my pussy.

“That’s better.  Good, little girl.”

He spanked my sex
twice more and then turned his attention to my top.  With two hands he tore at it.  His strength was inhuman.  My bra was to follow.  My breasts bounced heavy and swollen on to my chest.  My cheeks flushed warm with being completely naked in front of the man and I could not look at him.  But Roman cupped my breasts in his hands.

“So soft, yet also firm and pert. 
Your breasts are large and heavy just like a true Trian female’s should be.”

His
thumbs flexed over the nipples as his eyes swept over my naked form.

“Beautiful.
  You will need to be examined by a doctor to ascertain whether or not you will be able to bear a Trian child but your body is lush and fertile in appearance.  I will make sure you conceive my child on your claiming.  Your breasts will provide plenty milk for our offspring,” his voice was as smooth as velvet and dark with determination to make me his new mate. 

I had never thought of having more children but something stirred with need in my womb when he spoke his resolve to make me conceive when I was his.
  But a part of me thought of Julian.  I imagined the same scene with him.  I groaned feeling pleasure at the vivid image of being robustly claimed and made to conceive by Julian.  All of my thoughts were now disturbing me.  The pleasure I took from being spanked on my bare bottom and pussy where nothing compared to even considering a relationship with two men together.  But there it was.  What was happening to me?  Was this how Trian hybrid women behaved?

“Mmmmm, I want to play with you more.  Give you my own intimate examination but Julian is the doctor and he will know what to look for internally.”

“But I don’t want to be examined by a man.”

Roman pulled me up by the tie again and brought me to a kneeling position on the bed.

“You must learn to obey, Amanda.  We are doing all of this for your own good and to protect you.  Over the coming days you will learn there is no other choice.  Eventually you will find the need to obey us strong.  It is the way of our people.  We have had to adapt to our new lives on this planet.  When I came here over a century ago we became even more protective of the females who came with us and the ones born to our female humans.  We govern them strongly to protect them from the dangers that haunt them.  You must understand.”

Roman pulled me along the bed towards one of the
bedposts.  He loosened the tie and told me to press my hands against the wooden post.  The wood was dark and smooth.  I hesitated but when I received three firm and sharp slaps to the already red backs of my thighs, I rushed to obey the man.

“Press your breasts
and pussy up and around the post.  Hug it tight, baby girl.  Closer,” he reprimanded me.  He tied my wrists around the post tight.  There was no way I could slip them out of the band and make a run for it.  My breasts splayed around the post.  Roman cupped my naked buttocks and pressed them forward.  The post became slick with my wetness when my sex was forced up against it.  The smooth wood rubbed against my clit making me even more aroused.  The pose I was forced to take was provocative and helpless.  I was completely at Roman Price’s mercy and all the more aroused by it.

Roman moved to pick up his belt from the bed.

“No, please.  I will be a good girl.  I am sorry I slapped you.”

“Not good enough, baby girl.  You need to be disciplined,” he told me softly trailing his fingers the length of my spine.  Tiny shivers of pleasure fluttered over my skin.

There was the noise of someone coming fast up the stairs.  The door flew open.

“Ah just in time, Julian to see our baby girl, being whipped.  She dared to slap her daddy,” Roman’s fingers were still stroking the skin on my back as he knelt on the bed behind me.

“I saw what happened in her mind.  I see you were also in her mind urging her to mate with you.”

So that explained the indulgent images of being taken by both men and made to conceive.
They made no mention of my own feelings at needing them both.

“It is my right to try as it is yours,” Roman told him threateningly.  “Did you get what we
needed?”

Julian’s eyes were resting on my naked body moulded around the post.  He viewed me lustily as he answered Roman.

“Oh yes.  Haydn gave me a small pack, he keeps made up for when Katrina when becomes difficult.  She hasn’t long been converted and is still stubborn and reckless with her safety.  He likes to regress her back to being as helpless as a babe as she was in the conversion process.  It helps to remind Katrina how much she needs his dominant love and protection.  She loves it.”