Tameable (Warrior Masters) by Arabella Kingsley

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.”
    I looked down at the bag he had slung over his shoulder and looked at him horrified.  It was a baby bag.  There were pictures of rattles and little babies all over it.  Julian reached in to the bag and pulled out a large pink and white diaper, large enough for a grown woman to be