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“I don’t think so,” she sneered automatically, fear manifesting as anger.

“You do not need to think.” He captured her nipple between his thumb and forefinger and twisted it cruelly. “You need to obey.”

She cried out and tried to jerk away. One of his hands still fisted her hair and the other held her nipple firmly. Her struggling only intensified the pain, so she grabbed his wrist with both hands and dug in her nails. He continued twisting until she stopped clawing him. But even after the twisting stopped, he didn’t release the throbbing tip.

The battle of wills had begun and already she was in trouble. She held still and glared up at him. Each of her agitated breaths tugged on her breast and filled her nose with his masculine scent. She couldn’t describe it, had never smelled anything quite like it, but it was doing unwanted things to her already rioting libido. His smell might be as exotic as his appearance, but his attitude was all too familiar. Domineering males had been spouting this bullshit ever since she was taken from Earth. Flora gave in. Cara gave in. But Raina would be damned if she allowed herself to be owned by anyone!

Her core felt empty and hot—and wet. Dear God, why was this making her wet? He’d snatched her in the middle of a sexy fantasy and her body was clearly confused. That was absolutely true, but she knew it was more than that. She was on the verge of activation. Each surge of emotion, each provocation, eroded what little remained of her power’s containment. She would not,could notlose control in front of this man. Unless he was a trained controller, it was doubtful either of them would survive.

“Get your hands off me,” she ground out between clenched teeth. Maybe if she stayed angry, she could hold off the desire churning inside her.

“As the emperor feared, you are in desperate need of taming.” He released her nipple and hair, but quickly grabbed her upper arm instead.

Momentarily freed from the pain, she renewed her struggling. She tugged against his hold and dug in her heels, but he was so much stronger. She had no hope of stopping him. He drew her to the last row of seats and lowered himself onto the one she’d used earlier. She fought him every step of the way, but he easily positioned her face down over his lap. She kicked and twisted until he trapped her legs between his and gripped the back of her neck. Her arms were still free so she pushed against the seat frame and pounded on his leg, but none of it did any good.

His open palm cracked down against her ass cheek, shocking her with the stinging impact. She gasped and froze for a moment then thrashed even harder. When Flora and Cara whispered about being spanked, they made it sound like a naughty game. “That hurt,” she yelled. Was he doing it wrong?

His only answer was more stinging slaps. He alternated sides, pausing from time to time to rub her bottom. It deepened the heat and prolonged the sting before he delivered the next firm spank. She punched at his legs and wiggled, but he didn’t seem to notice.

“Why am I spanking you?” he asked after numerous swats.

“Because all the males in this star system are domineering assholes,” she sneered, knowing he’d spank her even harder. The pain and indignation of being treated so disrespectfully kept her temper boiling, and in turn keeping her hunger at bay.

He slowly drew her panties downward, baring her upturned cheeks. Instead of laying into her with a flurry of spanks, however, he caressed her skin and squeezed her flesh, taunting her with gentle yet possessive touches. “You are no longer in control, pet. The sooner you learn that the better off you’ll be.”

She scoffed, trying to twist away from his stroking fingers. “I haven’t been in control since I was taken from Earth.”

Pushing her panties lower, he insinuated his fingers between her thighs, teasing without parting her slick folds. “I do not sense any sort of psychic link, but your pussy is bare. Has your courtship just begun?”

“It’s none of your business,” she snapped, squirming as his exploration grew bolder. “If you’re done beating me. Let me up.”

He swatted her slit just hard enough to get her attention. “Answer the question or I’ll spank your pussy.”

“My mentor said it was tradition for trainees to lose their body hair. I didn’t see a reason to make a fuss about it. I have shaved my legs and armpits since puberty. I just didn’t realize the treatment was permanent.”

He repeated the tantalizing touches, tracing her slit and caressing her smooth mound. “Do you always get this wet when you are disciplined?”

Shame washed over her in an inescapable wave and her bravado slipped. She searched for a scathing denial but words failed her. This hunger had been building for days. The instant her concentration slipped just a little she felt like a bitch in heat. Her core ached and her breasts felt swollen. She needed to come so damn bad, she no longer cared who or what triggered the release. She lay there humiliated and defeated as he pulled her panties off.

“Open, pet. Spread your thighs so I can touch your wet pussy.”

She shook her head. She hated herself for wanting this. For wanting him. “I can’t,” she whispered, unable to reconcile the conflict between her body and mind.

He resumed the spanking, his swats falling fast and hard. She twisted her hips and dug her nails into his leg, but the sharp sting wasn’t the problem. Heat sank deeper with each smack, intensifying her hunger. Her clit throbbed in time with her burning cheeks and her core clenched and released.

“Stop,” she cried. This wasn’t working. Her body was about to activate and she was no longer sure she could stop it.

“Then. Open. Your. Legs.” He accented each word with a vicious slap, right on the crease where her cheeks met her thighs.

She shrieked and bucked, but moved her legs apart, offering him access to her pussy.

He brushed his fingers over her swollen flesh, making her core spasm painfully. “Why are you so aroused?” He sounded distracted, almost as if he hadn’t meant to speak the question out loud.

“Please.” She rolled her hips, making the offer even more blatant.

“Bad girls don’t deserve pleasure.” He pushed two of his fingers into her needful core. “Such things must be earned.”

“Please. Oh,pleaselet me come. I’ll do anything.” She tried to rock her hips, but his restraining leg held her firmly.