His Human Slave (Zandian Masters 1)

“Ack!” Stars flashed before his eyes. “Enough, human,” he roared. “I am tired of your resistance.”

When his vision cleared, he found her cowering, as best as someone with three limbs cuffed can cower. Her one free leg was tucked up and she’d twisted in a protective manner. Mostly it was the terror on her face that inspired his sympathy and calmed his ire.

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She hadn’t meant to kick him in the face. She’d only wanted to get free of the bonds. The last thing she wanted was to have sex with Zander while his scientist or physician or whatever Daneth was watched.

But she’d hit Zander square in the nose, and a trickle of red-violet blood ran from his nostril n.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—”

Zander swiped at the blood with the back of his hand. With verbal command, he released the cuff on her other ankle and both wrists.

She tried to draw up into a ball, but he grabbed both ankles and pulled her off the table.

He flipped her around and shoved her upper body over the examination table, pulling her wrists behind her back and clipping them together.

She tensed, knowing what was sure to come next.

“I’m sorry,” she moaned, knowing it wouldn’t do any good.

“I believe you’re sorry.” To her surprise, it sounded like Zander had recovered his temper. It didn’t stop him from clapping his huge hand down across her buttocks.

She lurched forward, as if she might somehow get away, but he continued to spank her, his large, paddle-like hand crashing down on her upturned buttocks again and again.

“Ow, please,” she moaned. She’d given up on defiance, at least for the moment. A little sympathy wouldn’t hurt right now.

Zander continued to light a fire on her behind, his huge hand clapping down on one cheek then the other then right in the middle.

“Look at her arousal rate,” Daneth murmured.

Arousal rate?

She must’ve heard wrong. Her ass was on fire. She was completely humiliated, being punished in front of Daneth and now—

Zander ran a finger across her already engorged clit. It pulsed and her pussy clenched.

Okay, her pussy might be a little wet. Actually, dripping wet. But that didn’t mean she was aroused, did it? Aroused by the spanking? Or what had happened before?

It didn’t matter because Zander’s malehood prodded her entrance and, for some reason, she pushed back at him, as if she wanted his entry.

The head of his cock stretched her wide, and he eased into her.

She caught her breath, but it didn’t hurt this time. Not at all. In fact, it felt…

Delicious.

A wanton sort of sound escaped her lips.

Zander gripped her elbows, using the bound circle of her arms to brace her each time he shoved deep inside.

“Zander,” she gasped.

A growling sound came from his throat.

She arched back for him, spread her legs wider as he stroked in and out, his giant cock filling her with each plunge.

“Zander,” she cried again, sounding a bit more desperate.