The Ambassador's Daughter

199 Pages·2016·0.81 MB·English

by  Tyler Paige

The Ambassador’s Daughter

By Paige Tyler

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Copyright 2010 by Blushing Books and Paige Tyler

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ISBN 978-1-935152-21-7

Cover Design: Rae Monet

This book is intended for adults only. Spanking and other sexual
activities represented in this book are fantasies only, intended for
adults. Nothing in this book should be interpreted as advocating any
non-consensual spanking activity or the spanking of minors.
CHAPTER ONE

Inarii Kal’yle glanced at her watch and let out a sigh. She
was supposed to meet her friends thirty minutes ago at a club
across town, but instead she was trapped at a stuffy charity dinner.
It may have been for a good cause, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t
boring her to tears. The current speaker, an extremely old
gentleman, had already spoken for the better part of an hour, and
looked like he intended to talk for several more. The worst part
was that Inarii had absolutely no idea what he was talking about.
She couldn’t even tell if it had anything to do with the charity event.
As the daughter of one of the most well known planetary
ambassadors on Andras Prime, she was expected to attend most of
these charity events, as well as museum openings, movie premiers,
and any other well-publicized gala that caught her father’s attention.
Her father’s status and her good looks had made her one of the
most sought after guests on the capital planet. The notoriety
certainly had its advantages. There wasn’t a club on the planet that
she couldn’t get into, and she never had to pay for anything. But
there were some distinct disadvantages as well. The biggest one
being that her father’s assistants had as much say on her social
calendar as they did his, and they were constantly on her about
whom she should be seen with and what she should be wearing.
The only way she had time to herself was when she slipped
away from her guards and went out with her friends, like she had
planned to do that evening. But first, she was going to have to duck
out of this dreary event. Which was going to be interesting with all
of the paparazzi keeping an eye on her.
If that weren’t enough, Inarii still had to get away from her
bodyguard. Which would actually be easier than getting away from
the cameras. Though Oland Marsden was one of the more
conscientious guards that worked for her father, he’d always
considered her the daughter he never had, which made it easy to
pull the wool over his eyes whenever she wanted.
She glanced over her shoulder to where Oland stood
against the back wall. His weathered, middle-aged face had taken
on a bored expression, and she smiled as she watched him stifle a
yawn.
Far faster than she’d thought he would, the speaker finished
a few minutes later, to her relief. Quietly excusing herself from the
table of philanthropists she’d been seated with, she stood and made
her way through the crowd of people now milling about the room to
where her bodyguard stood. Oland immediately came to attention
at her approach.
“Are you ready to leave?” he asked hopefully.
She gave him a rueful smile. “I wish, but I promised my
father that I would speak to a few people for him,” she said. “You
look like you could use some fresh air, though. Why don’t you wait
for me outside? I’ll only be a few minutes.”
He looked like he wanted nothing more than to do just that,
but his sense of duty made him hesitate. “I should stay close, I think,
in case you have need of me.”
“Don’t be silly, Oland,” she chided. “I’m perfectly safe.
Really.”
Still, he hesitated, but after a quick glance around the
ballroom, he nodded. “Okay,” he agreed, and then gave her a
warning look. “But if you’re not outside in twenty minutes, then I’m
coming back in to check on you.”
Inarii felt a stab of guilt as she watched him leave the room.
Her father would probably take Oland to task for allowing her to
run off, she thought, but then quickly dismissed the idea, telling
herself that her father was smart enough to know that poor Oland
had been tricked, and so wouldn’t judge him too harshly. Picking
up her skirts, she turned and disappeared into the crowd of well-
dressed socialites, before making a beeline for the door on the
opposite side of the ballroom. One or two of the cameramen caught
sight of her exit, but were unable to get a picture of her before she
was out the door.
Once outside, she hurried down the empty hallway to the
back door of the building. Sensing her presence, it slid open
noiselessly. Glancing over her shoulder to make sure that she wasn’t
being followed, she darted through the door and out into the night.
She’d been afraid there would be a line of people at the
transport stand, but to her relief, it was empty. She pushed the
button to call for one, and within seconds, a bright yellow
transporter dropped down from the sky, floating gently to a halt
with just the smallest cloud of dust. She waited for it to completely
settle to the ground and the door to slide open, before checking
around her one more time to see if Oland had followed her, and
then ducking inside.
“Destination, please,” the pleasant male voice said as the
transporter’s door slid closed.
“Deep Space Club,” she told the computer, inserting her
personal ident-card into the reader.
Once the computer had read her account for sufficient
funds, the transporter gently lifted up and merged smoothly with the
flow of traffic a few hundred feet above the city streets.
Reaching up, she took out the pins that held her hair very
artfully in place, and shook her long tresses free, running her fingers
through the silken strands as they tumbled down her back. Her
transformation only partly complete, she reached for the zipper of
her dress next. Naked except for her delicate bra and panties, she
shoved the ball gown to the side and reached into her evening bag
for the little black dress that she’d brought with her. It was short
and skimpy, and made for one thing - turning a man’s head. She
had to keep kicking the ball gown out of the way as she dressed.
Whoever rode in the transporter would get the added bonus of a
free designer evening gown, she thought with a smile. Her father
would never notice; she owned hundreds of them.
Sitting back, she pulled out her personal communicator and
strapped it to her wrist. Her com was one of the latest designer
models, and looked more like jewelry than a multi-purpose
communicator. She pushed a series of buttons, and while she
waited for the com to link, she took the time to apply a fresh coat of
gloss to her lips with her free hand.
“Inarii! Girl, where are you? The club is filled with hot guys
tonight!”
Inarii could barely hear her friend over the music playing in
the background, but she smiled at her dark-haired friend as the
girl’s image appeared in a hologram floating in front of Inarii’s face.
Deep Space was the newest and trendiest nightclub on Andras
Prime; of course, it was filled with hot guys. “It took me a while to
get away, but I’ll be there in two nanos.”
“Well, be quick about it!”
A handsome blond guy appeared in the image then to nuzzle
her friend’s neck, and Inarii laughed. “Hey, Kat, save one or two of
those hot guys for me!”
Kat’Lyn just smiled.
As Inarii thumbed the button that disconnected the link, she
couldn’t help but smile as well. Admittedly, getting away from her
guards always took some doing, and usually made her feel a little
remorseful, but it was always worth it.

To anyone in the club, he was just another guy having a
drink at the neon-lit, multi-level bar, but he had come to Deep
Space for a purpose. To watch Inarii Kal’yle.
As he’d watched her con the idiot guard she’d brought with
her to the charity dinner, he’d almost smiled. Though she was
incredibly skilled at getting rid of her father’s guards, she was
absolutely clueless about being followed. Which made things
ridiculously easy for him.
He had first seen Inarii at a café in the park over a year ago,
and since that day, he hadn’t been able to get her out of his head.
He had to know everything about her - what her name was, where
she lived, how she took her coffee, what her favorite food was,
what her favorite color was, where she liked to shop, what size she
wore, whether she slept naked or wore something so skimpy to bed
that she might as well be naked. He smiled at the image. He had
learned all those things and more. He had become closer to her than
any of her friends, even her father. Though of course, she never
knew.
There were probably some that would say he was a little
obsessed with her. Perhaps he was.
With a shrug, he picked up his drink and took a sip. This
club was certainly not to his taste. It was too loud, with too many
lights. But he knew that Inarii like this type of place, so he accepted
it. The music was horrible, but the Sakarian whiskey was smooth as
it went down, and he savored the taste as he watched Inarii dance.
She did so effortlessly, moving her arms gracefully above her head
while her hips swayed in time to the music. She was the most
beautiful woman in the room, and he couldn’t take his eyes off her.
Nor, he suspected, could any other man. Floating cameras swirled
around her head, transmitting her mesmerizing image to large
screens all around the club. He had no doubt that quite a few men
would be getting into trouble with their girlfriends for staring at that
image.
Inarii’s partner pulled her into his arms as the music slowed,
and he felt a surge of jealously ripple through him as he watched
them dance. His hand tightened on the glass as he struggled to
control the emotion, and after a moment, he did. Inarii was his, he
reminded himself. The men she danced with meant nothing to her.
They were nothing more than accessories to her, like a new bracelet
or a pair of shoes. They simply made her look better while she
danced.
She danced for a few more minutes before moving off the
floor to join her friends at the bar. Her partner leaned in close to
whisper something in her ear, then left her side and headed to the
back of the bar. Almost immediately, another guy moved in, slipping
his arm around Inarii’s waist as if to stake his claim on her. She
looked startled for a moment, and tried to step away from the
newcomer, but the man only tightened his grip and tried to pull her
onto the dance floor.
From his place by the bar, her admirer wondered if he
should go to her rescue, but before he could decide, the man she’d
been dancing with earlier came back to the bar, and he was forced
to watch the drama unfold.
At first, it seemed that the men would settle their differences
quietly, but then abruptly, one of them threw a punch. The other
man went flying back, falling into several people that were still
dancing. A drinking glass went sailing across the room, hitting
someone else. More punches were thrown as a result. And then, as
if all of the nightclub’s patrons were somehow linked together, the
fighting spread, and quickly became a brawl.
He heard men yelling and women screaming; one of them
could have been Inarii. He saw her and her friends try to get out of
the way, but in the crush of people, there was nowhere to go, and
he knew it would be up to him to keep her safe. He worked his