I turned and urged the men to hurry along to our chambers and none of them responded out loud, instinctively knowing what I was alluding to. I saw Kira behind on her leash, still completely nude, her pink nipples pebbled in the chilly air. I could see the discomfort on her face, how she tried to hide her private places as other Vakarrans passed us by, how she glared at the back of their heads in hatred. She wouldn’t be allowed such trivial thoughts soon. She’d learn that I expected her hands by her sides at all times, her breasts and pussy free for me to play with whenever I wanted.
Our little rebel had much to learn.
She wouldn’t get anywhere if she continued such behavior. I met Zaavyr’s eyes and shook my head.
“We must get on training her right away. She needs to learn that humans are subservient to our species, that her days of independence are long gone,” I said.
“I know. Once we are settled, we will begin. She will learn to kneel with a simple glance, to spread her legs whenever we wish, and to submit to our every whim,” Zaavyr responded.
“I’ll take the lead on this one,” I began. “It’s time for me to get into her head and teach her that we are her masters now, no matter what now.”
Zaavyr nodded curtly, handing me the leash then. He trusted me, knew that I would be the one who figured out how to break her of her rebellion, to show her that her only choice now was to spread her legs and to submit.
I jerked the leash, causing Kira to lurch forward, off balance. She glared at me for a short moment before she dropped her eyes. I clenched my teeth and narrowed my eyes, scrutinizing her naked form, knowing that I was making her feel humiliated and ashamed.
Her nipples peaked even harder.
Interesting.
I pulled her toward me, gripping the end of the leash scant inches from the base of her throat. I reached down with my other hand and smacked her pussy, gripping it in my palm as she cried out in shock. Meeting my eyes, she chewed on her cheek, struggling not
to react to my dominance.
She was in for so much more.
Behind me, the door to our apartment clicked open and I heard feet shuffle inside. I waited purposely as a group of men passed by us.
“Men!” I shouted aloud.
They paused and turned toward me.
“Want to see a little show?”
I recognized them. They were one of the lower battalions, making their way up through the ranks, like we did. Upon seeing Kira leashed, something that most trained humans didn’t need, they grinned. They knew what we were doing. They knew that she needed to be broken. I turned my head, confident they would stay to watch what I had planned.
“Get on your hands and knees, now,” I said to Kira, my tone expectant.
Slowly, her mouth tightened into a frown and she paused for a moment too long. My hand swung forward, slapping the moist flesh of her pussy with a sound that echoed throughout the hallway. Her mouth opened in the shape of an ‘o’ and her shoulders curved forward, a soft whine emerging from her lips.
“Fucking bastard,” she muttered. The men chuckled behind her.
I reached forward, my fingers curving around her throat in warning. I saw it then. The glimmer of insecurity and fear I was looking for.
“You’ll regret that when I whip your ass for your insolence in a few moments,” I countered. She bit her lip and looked away.
“Hands and knees. Now, Kira,” I demanded.
Her lips tightened in shame and anger, but she relented then, slowly dropping to the tile below, first one knee and then the other. I pointed down and she dropped her hands to the floor. Her body language was meek, but I knew better. I knew she was just playing at submitting to me.
I laughed softly to myself.
“My buddies here want to see that pretty asshole of yours. Grip those cheeks and show them that virgin hole so they can judge it for themselves,” I ordered, squatting next to her and holding her gaze. Her face paled and her eyes widened slightly, a red blush edging up her face.
The men behind her were silent. Waiting.
Kira looked at me with hatred.
Oh, pretty girl. You had no idea what you had coming, did you. I smirked, letting her know that I could see her shame, her reluctance to present herself to perfect strangers, but I didn’t care.