His Human Slave (Zandian Masters 1)
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“Are you sore?”
“Yes...a little. But I...don’t mind it.”
The shock of her admission flamed his passion, which had already renewed in full force. But he couldn’t breed with the little human again. She’d just told him she was sore.
“You don’t mind? But why did you kick me in the face, then?”
She stiffened, and he wished he hadn’t brought it up, although he probably did owe her a more substantial punishment for it. Her full arousal during the spanking had redirected his attention at the time.
She clenched her teeth. “I don’t wish to be inspected and bred like an animal. It’s humiliating to have Daneth watching while you—” Her eyes swam with tears.
“I see.”
For once, he believed her. She may be a slave, but she still had pride. He should not underestimate it. She’d found Daneth’s presence humiliating. Perhaps that was why she hated to go with him—not because he’d hurt her, but because he embarrassed her.
He slid his finger inside her, not to be certain she hadn’t washed—he believed she hadn’t—but because he wanted to feel her wet heat all over again. It had only been an hour since he’d had her, but he wanted her again.
She gasped and clutched at his shirt with her bound hands.
Eighty-three percent aroused.
“You are my breeder,” he said, pushing his finger all the way inside her, pumping it a few times. “If my physician needs to be present to monitor things, you will have to adjust.”
He added a second finger.
Eighty-nine percent aroused.
“Or you’ll be punished.”
Ninety-four percent aroused.
Had the threat of punishment bumped up her arousal rate? She’d become 100 percent aroused during her spanking earlier.
“Why does punishment arouse you?”
Her tissues literally plumped against his fingers, growing more swollen and slick,
One hundred percent aroused.
She rocked her pelvis to meet his thrusting fingers. Her head fell back and to the side, her lovely copper hair falling across her bare shoulder and breast.
“It doesn’t.”
Another lie.
He picked her up by the waist and spun her around to face away from him, her legs wide and hooked outside his knees. He delivered a sharp slap to her pussy.
The fully aroused message blinked in red in his left peripheral vision.
He slapped her again. “I’ve lost all patience with your lies.”
“Oh because you were full of patience before.”
Her words gave him pause, because they were not true, and then he recognized them as the annoying human communication habit—sarcasm.
He slapped harder.
She cried out and covered her mons with both bound hands.