Her Alien Commander

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Her Alien Commander

By Ashe Barker

 

  • Stormy Night, 2016
  • Released 2 September 2016
  • Sci-fi erotic romance
  • Approximately 64,000 words
  • HEA ending

 

#eroticromance #ashebarker #discipline #dominance #spanking #sci-fi #bdsm

 

Blurb

 

After leaving Earth on what she thought would be an adventure, Caria Montgomery quickly ends up in way over her head. Captured by hostile aliens, she faces the prospect of perishing on an isolated planet until she is rescued by Commander Phahlen Verdar and his crew.

 

Phahlen is delighted to have a human female aboard his ship. In the years since the women of his own world were nearly wiped out by a terrible plague, taking a mate has become all but impossible for most males of his species, and he doesn’t plan to let this opportunity pass him by. His plan to claim Caria is aided by the fact that, due to the unsavoury nature of the crew of the ship on which she was travelling, she is now a wanted fugitive back on Earth.

 

Though Caria is initially defiant, a sound spanking on her bare bottom demonstrates her admittedly handsome future mate’s resolve. His bold dominance awakens an intense need within her, and before long she finds herself yearning for the pleasure of his masterful lovemaking. But is she truly prepared to surrender herself fully to her alien commander, or will she seek to return to Earth and clear her name as soon as possible?

 

Publisher’s Note: Her Alien Commander includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

 

Author Interview

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  1. Who or what was the inspiration for Caria? Is she anything like you?

Well I’ve never joined a crew of space pirates and raided inter-stellar craft, but I might if the opportunity arose. I suppose Caria is something of an adventurer, and I’m a bit like that too. She tends to jump in with both feet, then worry about the consequences later. In Her Alien Commander she is often impetuous, but she has a streak of bloody-minded determination too, which I admire. The odds might be stacked against her, but she doesn’t give up.

 

  1. So, tell us a bit more about Phahlen. He’s stern and sexy, with a twitchy palm, but what else is there to know? – RS

Well, I think you just about covered the basics there. Phahlen has a strong sense of duty, and of justice, though Caria may not think so, at least not at first. He knows what he wants from her, but he takes care of her too. He saves her life at the start of the book, and it’s Phahlen who finds a solution to the problem of her criminal past. He’s always there when she needs him, though it takes her a while to appreciate his finer qualities.

 

  1. How many books have you written? Are they all spanking fiction?

I think I have about forty titles out now, and they are all erotic stories. Some are more BDSM themed and some are spanking/domestic discipline. At first I wrote just contemporary stories, then I started adding a few historicals as well. Her Alien Commander is my first sci-fi and I loved writing it.

 

  1. Why do you enjoy writing sci-fi?

Because I love the idea of playing God. I can create just the world(s) I want, set up whatever social system suits my story, and craft the most amazing characters. The usual laws of physics, time, and cultural behavior don’t count so the story-telling can be much more creative and inventive in an alternative universe. Stories which might be really controversial if written as a contemporary romance can be ‘cloaked’ in a sci-fi.

 

  1. What advice would you have for writers who decide to try their hand at erotica?

I’d tell them to have a go, but to have a decent thesaurus to hand. And an internet connection. Youtube is the erotica writer’s friend.

  1. Do you see writing as a career?

Yes. I try to be fairly ordered about it. I like to be at my desk (well, more accurately the kitchen table) laptop fired up and coffee to hand, by nine in the morning and I tend to write for most of the day then. There are also a lot of related tasks to keep on top of, mainly to do with promo or research, or keeping in touch with readers and other authors. It’s definitely a full-time job for me.

 

  1. Do you recall how your interest in writing originated?

I think it was always there, though I only started writing properly about three years ago. I have always tended to plot stories in my head though, often when sitting in traffic jams on my daily commute. I now work at home so all that time spent inhaling exhaust fumes is finally paying off.

 

  1. If you could have been told one thing that you weren’t told when you were a teenager, what would you like to have heard?

I was given lots of advice as a teenager, much of it unsolicited and not especially good. I think we all have to make our own mistakes, but hopefully I haven’t made the same mistake to many times. That would be sad.

Looking back, I think the most important thing I picked up along the way was that we all have choices, all the time. We’re entitled to choose our own way in life, but we should also be ready to own and accept the consequences of our decisions.

Someone once invited me to cast my mind forward to a time perhaps sixty years from now when I’ll be long-gone and my daughter (currently eighteen) is herself entering old age. Imagine she’s talking to her grandchildren, telling them about me. What would I like her to be saying? My actions now, today, will dictate what those obituaries might be so don’t leave it until later to be the sort of person you want to be remembered as.

 

  1. If you had to describe yourself using three words, it would be…

Resilient. Creative. Calm.

 

  1. What would you do if you were the last person on this earth?

Turn out the lights.

 

  1. If you were to write a book about yourself, what would you name it?

I think at some level or other they are all a little bit about me. I could never write a book about a heroine I didn’t actually like or identify with in some way. Maybe I’d call my autobiography Made a Difference, because I hope that would be true. Perhaps that should be on my gravestone rather than a book cover, come the day.

 

  1. What’s your favorite love story? (movie or book)

I adore Love Actually and I can’t count how many times I’ve seen that movie. It has lots of love stories all rolled up and woven into each other, but I think perhaps my favourite is the one featuring Hugh Grant.

I also remember reading Katherine by Anya Seton many years ago, and I’ve never forgotten the magic that shimmers between Katherine and her hero, John of Gaunt. Their lifetime love affair is set against the dramatic backdrop of medieval England, a period I also like to write about.

 

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About Ashe Barker

USA Today Bestselling author Ashe Barker writes erotic romance and spanking romance in a variety of genres including contemporary, BDSM, paranormal, historical. ménage, gay romance and time travel. She is a #1 Amazon Bestseller and all her stories feature hot alpha males and sassy submissives, often with a lot to learn. Kink abounds, and there’s enough dirty talk to satisfy the most demanding smut lover. However dark and dirty the setting, love always emerges triumphant, and her stories never fail to deliver a satisfying happy ever after.

 

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EXCERPT 1 (PG Rated) (PK)

 

. “Have you heard of the Oestral Pandemic?”

Caria shook her head, forcing her concentration back to the matter at hand and her somewhat unpredictable situation.

“It’s a disease, a viral infection to be exact, virulent and highly contagious. It swept through Vahle some twenty-seven years ago and halved our population within a matter of three par-cycles. We were able to develop a vaccine, but not quickly enough to prevent the spread of the disease. By the time we were in a position to control it, the damage was done.”

“Half your population, you said?” Caria gaped at him. She could barely comprehend such a tragedy.

“Yes. The female half. The Oestral virus only affects females, and it proved fatal in ninety percent of cases. Those Vahlean females who did survive were rendered infertile by the virus. We became a race of males and a handful of sickly females, doomed to become extinct unless we could find some way of producing a next generation, and over time re-establishing a gender balance. So you see, as a healthy female you are of great value to us and we will reject demands for your extradition in order to secure your… contribution… to our efforts.”

“But, I am not Vahlean.”

“No, but humans are among the half dozen or so compatible species who can be impregnated by Vahlean males to produce young who are themselves fertile. Your offspring will be half human, but we are prepared to accept the dilution of our species if that is the cost of survival. We are a pragmatic race, Caria, and a determined one. When we learned that a human female remained trapped on the planet, it became imperative that we extract you alive. That is the only reason you are here.”

“So, if I had been of no value to you, you would have left me to die?”

Phahlen had the grace to shrug, his expression decidedly uncomfortable. He hesitated, clearly reluctant to answer.

“Wouldn’t you?” Caria was not about to allow him to evade her perfectly fair question.

“Yes, probably,” he bit out at last. “The situation on planetoid three seven nine was perilous in the extreme. If you had been a male, or even a female past her fertile years, I doubt I would have risked my life and the safety of my crew in affecting a rescue. And now…”

“Now you will have your payback.”

“In a manner of speaking. I have been in contact with the Vahlean High Council and registered my claim. Confirmation was received just a few moments ago, and you are now fully under my jurisdiction and protection. The authorities on your planet have accepted this ruling in exchange for our guarantee that there will be no repetition of your earlier transgressions and that you will be held in a secure unit for an appropriate length of time. The suggested sentence for piracy is thirty of your Earth years, I am advised. Needless to say, you will cause no further trouble to Earth or other allied civilisations, and I have no doubt we can provide the required level of security to satisfy the conditions imposed by your home world.” He paused, as though waiting for her to concur with his view of the matter. Caria remained silent. She was stunned.

Thirty years! Thirty fucking years…

Phahlen lifted one eyebrow, then continued. “You are no longer Caria, of the Montgomery line. From now on, and for the foreseeable future, you will be designated as convict three seven zero, Delta class. I regret that no appeal will be permitted, and that I can offer you no choice in the exact nature of your confinement and the treatment you will receive whilst in my custody. The stakes for Vahle are far too high for that. You are, to all intents and purposes, mine now. You will make yourself available to me, and your children will be part of our repopulation project.”

He paused to cast a swift smile her way. Caria believed he intended to offer reassurance. He failed utterly.

“However,” he continued, “as I assured you earlier, this need not be an unduly unpleasant existence. I am prepared to treat you fairly, with respect and consideration, and of course your good health will be my paramount concern.”

“Because I am breeding stock? No better than a brood mare?” Caria managed to grind out the words, her lips dry, her throat already closing as she struggled to catch her breath.

He chose not to reply, but she couldn’t mistake the incline of his head.

“How is it that you get to stake your claim to me? The privileges of rank?”

“In part, yes. However, given our need to optimise the outcomes of the Vahlean repopulation programme, we also vet all males to grade their fertility. It would be foolish indeed to allocate one of the few females we do have to a male who may fail to produce the goods. My grading is alpha ten, the highest fertility ratio in the Vahlean spectrum, so I have priority status in such circumstances. I am at the head of the line, so to speak.”

 

EXCERPT 2 (18+) KRB

Phahlen rolled onto his back, carrying Caria with him so she ended up draped across his torso, her legs straddling his much longer limbs. His cock was still deep inside her. He wrapped one arm around her slender back and with his other hand he cupped the back of her head. He lifted his head to kiss her hair.

“So, little human, you survived after all?”

She made a sound that might have been a snort.

Phahlen dropped a playful slap on her bottom. “Have you forgotten so soon what I told you about respect and insubordination?”

She lifted her face from his chest. “You still scared me. Shitless.”

“I know. I am sorry it had to be that way.”

“You can… I mean, you’re still…”

“Still inside you. Ah, yes, there was something I needed to mention about that.”

She shoved herself up on her elbows. “What?”

“I understand human males tend to—subside—after they’ve come. And that they can only find their release once, then they need a period of rest before performing again.”

“Yes,” agreed Caria. “That’s right.”

“Vahleans are less … flimsy.”

“Flimsy,” she echoed. “What do you mean, less flimsy?”

“I mean, we remain erect for much longer. As long as we choose to, pretty much. And after we ejaculate, our cocks actually swell and harden more, particularly at the head. It prevents us separating from our partner for a while.”

“A while?” Caria’s expression was perplexed. “How much of a while?”

He affected a shrug. “An hour or so. Perhaps longer. Of course, if I decide to fuck you some more it could take most of the day.”

“All day? You could continue to fuck me, the entire day?”

“A delightful prospect, now you come to mention it. I hope no emergency calls me away to attend to the needs of my ship. That would be a pity.”

“All day?” she parroted.

“Yes, little human. All fucking day.”

“But, I’ll get sore. It’s already… that thing in my bum…”

“Ah, yes. Allow me.” He slid his fingers down the crevasse between her cheeks until he reached her anus. He grasped the protruding end of the toy and drew it from her body. A quick flick of the control killed the humming, and he dropped it over the side of the bed.

“It can be your task to clean that off, later. Make sure you do a good job because you’d like me to use it again, wouldn’t you?”

Caria ignored his remark. She appeared to be having difficulty grasping his earlier comment. “All day?” she whispered.

“And all night. Not that those divisions mean much in space. I do intend to enjoy your company though, little human, and I think perhaps you’ve begun to realise you might actually enjoy mine.”

Caria dropped her gaze and rested her chin on his sternum. Neither spoke for several minutes. Phahlen was content to let her assimilate these new facts as he savoured the gentle pressure of her quivering pussy walls around his rock-solid cock. Unless she really was too sore to continue, he intended to roll her onto her back again and—

“Why?” Caria’s question disturbed his thoughts.

“Why what?”

“Why this, this…” Apparently lost for the correct word, she settled for squeezing her cunt around him.

“Ah, this. It’s an evolutionary device, I understand. It serves to increase fertility, maximising the likelihood of conception because it forces the female to remain stationary, and prone, until the male decides to let her go. I believe it will serve my purposes well.”

“Don’t you get bored?”

“I beg your pardon?”

“Just lying here? Don’t you get bored?”

“For fuck’s sake, little wench, you have a lot to learn about Vahlean sexuality. And your own too, I daresay. I can assure you, boredom won’t be an issue.”

“But—”

He’d heard enough, and his cock had too. Phahlen shifted, tossing Caria onto the mattress and rolling on top of her. He would have instructed her to wrap her legs around him again, but she did it before he could speak. He grasped her still bound wrists and raised them above her head, pinning them with one hand while the other roamed her breasts. His most urgent needs already met, he took his time. Phahlen explored her at his leisure, teasing her taut peaks, her soft hollows.

“Sir, please stop. Please, I can’t bear it…”

He released her nipple to look up at her. “Caria…?”

Her eyes were closed, her mouth tight. “I need to come. Now. I need you to fuck me. Don’t make me wait.”

“As you wish, little Earth wench.” He drew back his hips and speared his cock deep inside her again. “Just as you wish.”

 

EXCERPT 3 (18+) -RS

 

“From your tone I take it you’re not yet ready to accept the reality of your situation.”

“Like I said, kiss my—”

He’d heard enough. Phahlen believed in action rather than words in any event and this discussion was at an end. He lifted Caria bodily from her perch on the sofa and slung her over his shoulder. He ambled across the room to the food station, but this time his instructions into the audio system had nothing whatsoever to do with nutrition.

“Rope, please. Carbon compound, one metre in length.” The required item materialised in the next moment and he took it from the delivery hatch. He ignored her furious squirming, screeching, and beating on his back with her fists as he returned to the sofa. He sat down and calmly upended her across his lap.

Caria fought like a tiger. She struggled, screamed, flailed her arms, and kicked her legs at him, but none of it made the slightest impression. He was four times her size, and she was getting a spanking. He caught her legs under one of his to hold her still, and grabbed first one wrist, then the other. He secured both behind her back and held them there with one hand while he wrapped the rope around them. When he had her bound tight he produced a small laser scalpel from his pocket.

“I always spank on the bare, Caria. Without fail. On future occasions you will remove your clothing for me in order to facilitate that, but this time…” He regarded the all-in-one suit with regret. She really had looked very fetching in it, but the garment was to be a casualty of this moment. He would replace it for her. Eventually.

He plucked the fabric at the waist away from her body and sliced it cleanly with his blade. Caria let out a shriek that he was certain would have brought half the galaxy running if they had heard it. Phahlen blessed the soundproofing qualities of the Empyrean’s construction as he cut the lower half of her suit from the upper portion, separating the two parts. He opted to just rip the fabric from her upturned bottom rather than risk setting her on her feet again to slice the front of the garment and risking her getting injured if she were to fight him. In any case, he had achieved his objective. Caria’s beautiful heart-shaped bottom was bared for her punishment. He tugged the material lower to reveal a good length of her thighs too. He intended to give her sit spots some serious attention.

“Let me go! Get off me, you bastard.” Caria’s screams were subsiding, and he supposed that was because she now appreciated his superior strength and knew she would not best him by force. Still, her determination to defy his wishes was seemingly undiminished. And her propensity for name-calling was starting to grate.

“The sooner you surrender to this, to the inevitable, the better. You’ll be getting a spanking, a good, hard one. It will continue until you stop this struggling, and you’re ready to apologise—and mean it.”

“I’m not—Aaagh!”

The first slap landed full in the middle of her delightful cheeks. Phahlen’s hand print bloomed immediately, the vivid red outline stark against the creamy skin of her bottom.

“Stop, that hurts. You bast—”

Phahlen ignored her continuing flow of screams and invective, landing spank after spank across his defiant little human’s curvy behind. For such a tiny little thing she could certainly belt out some decibels. He wondered whether he should have gagged her after all, though that might have defeated his objective since it was contrition and an apology he required from her. Maybe next time…

She was determined; he had to allow her that. Phahlen admired the little female’s fortitude as he rained the slaps over her skin, and watched the area turn pink under his ministrations. Pink darkened to crimson, and still she continued to curse and wriggle.

Her struggles were futile, of course. Phahlen had her secure and she was going nowhere until he’d finished and had his way. He was in no hurry, and knew which of them would tire of this first.

Her squeals and sobs did start to subside at last, and he paused to rest his hand on her scorching buttock. “Are you ready to talk to me now?”

“I hate you.”

He hoped that wasn’t true, but he understood why she would think it right now.

“Noted. And your apology?”

“Fuck you.”

“Also noted.” He resumed the spanking, this time shifting his attention to her thighs. Caria’s shrieks found an additional octave or two as he applied his relentless palm to her tender sit spots. He had a feeling this would not take much longer now.

 

EXCERPT 4 (PG Rated)

 

“You have no privacy now, Caria.”

And didn’t she know it? That examination was proof enough. She tilted her chin again but offered no comment.

“Is that it? Have you no more to say to me?”

“No, sir.”

“You surprise me, Caria. I had expected to hear of your fears that once I learnt of your infertility I might find myself with no use for you after all. I don’t flatter myself that you harbour any real enthusiasm for your new station, but the alternatives are perhaps even less palatable. I believe you thought to avoid a worse fate by pretending acceptance of my terms. Am I right?”

Caria flattened her mouth, determined not to answer if she could help it.

“So, despite agreeing with me just now that omission of the truth is as culpable as lying to me, you still persist. You disappoint me, Caria.”

That remark stung her into offering something. Anything. “I… I had no idea what was wrong, that there even was anything wrong with me. I thought that maybe I was just unlucky.”

He shook his head. “You knew, or at least you suspected. I wondered why you were so tense, but it’s all clear enough now. You knew we’d discover the truth, just as I’m discovering it now despite your best efforts. Shall we cease this game, Caria?”

“I don’t know what you mean, sir.”

“Liar. I suggest you stop now before you make an already precarious situation infinitely worse.” He paused and watched her.

Caria felt not unlike a mouse caught in a cat’s claws, helpless and unable to escape, an unwitting plaything.

Phahlen continued. “I understand fear well enough, Caria, and I know it can drive us all to make poor decisions. You have no reason, yet, to trust me and it may surprise you to learn I understand why you kept this information to yourself. I might have done the same in your situation. It’s your insistence on clinging to this falsehood, though, which concerns me now. I need to know what you’re thinking and feeling, otherwise I will not be in a position to take care of you.”

“Take care of me?” Caria couldn’t contain her snort of derision. “You call abduction, imprisonment, and assault taking care of me? Please, Commander, do not trouble yourself further on my behalf.”

His eyes narrowed, and Caria knew she had gone too far. This Vahlean had made it clear how he would deal with insubordination and she had no reason to suppose he would welcome her sarcasm either. She stepped backward, her instinct to put more distance between herself and his anger.

Phahlen rose from his seat and came around the desk. He stopped and leaned one hip on the edge, watching as Caria edged further away. He said nothing, just pointed to a spot on the floor about two feet in front of him.

Caria’s brief flirtation with bravado evaporated. He would spank her again, or worse. No one on board this ship would help her, there was no escape. Slowly, her eyes on the floor, she returned to stand on the spot he indicated.

She was surprised when he placed two fingers under her chin and tipped her face up so he could meet her gaze. His eyes were stern, but not unkind. Perhaps he did understand after all.

“How long did you expect your deception to last, Caria? Did you imagine you might get away with it, even?”

“No, sir,” she whispered. “I, I didn’t think it through.” That, at least, was true. Her actions had been on the spur of the moment.

“Didn’t you? I’m not so sure. I wonder if you perhaps thought to make your escape before your little charade was discovered.”

“No, sir, I—”

“Caria…” The warning in his tone was beyond misinterpretation. And yet again he had scored a direct hit.

“I… I believed I might… That you…”

“Quite. But that’s not going to happen. You’re going nowhere unless I permit it, and the sooner you reconcile yourself to that reality, the better.

 

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3 thoughts on “Her Alien Commander

  1. rozharrison

    Enjoyed reading the interview and excerpts, this sounds interesting and hot! All day and night? Wow! She is going to be exhausted! lol

    Hugs
    Roz

    Reply

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