His Human Slave (Zandian Masters 1)

He picked up her wrists and clipped them together behind his head, which had the pleasing effect of lifting her breasts. He squeezed both her nipples at the same time, pinching hard enough to make her squirm.

He shouldn’t enjoy hurting her. Except it excited her, too. Her nipples were hard as little pebbles; the scent of her fresh arousal filled the room. With the fingers of one hand, he continued pinching and rolling her nipple, while the digits of the other o

nce more sought her hot core.

This time, when they penetrated her, there was no mistaking the wanton tone in her moan.

“Do I need to breed you again to teach you who you belong to?”

She bowed up, arching her pelvis and rocking his fingers into her tight channel.

Fully aroused kept blinking.

Veck it. She deserved a little more pain.

He deserved a little more pleasure for putting up with such a naughty slave.

He reached between their bodies to free his length, lifted her hips, and speared her with his malehood.

“Oh.” Just one syllable, but the little cry nearly drove him wild.

He mastered her easily, lifting and lowering her onto his shaft, marveling at the way her perky breasts bobbed up and down with the movement.

“Is this what you need, my naughty little slave?”

“Ohh...”

Her hands were still trapped behind his head and she used them now, gripping his head and leveraging her hips over his cock.

She felt so good, her tight wet pussy squeezing his cock like a glove. He didn’t want it ever to end. But his little human was sore. Plus, the need to drive into her more deeply gripped him. He lifted her from his lap and carried her to the sleep disk, tossing her onto her back.

He shoved his pants off. To his surprise, when he crawled over her, she brought her bound hands to the hem of his shirt, tugging it up over his abs. He helped her, flinging his shirt off.

She spread her knees for him when he crawled up, and her surrender nearly took his breath away. Her long coppery waves fanned out around her face, the striking green eyes flashed dark with desire.

Desire? Truly? From his little human?

His own lust spiked even higher and he had to hold back to keep from tearing her apart.

Fragile human.

He forced his breath to slow, somehow kept from shoving into her with all the force he wanted to unleash.

She winced and he almost stopped, but her legs wrapped around his back and she pulled him in closer.

She wanted it this time.

His beautiful little human slave.

He pumped into her with measured strokes, holding back with great effort.

Her eyes rolled back, she arched underneath him. “My lord…” she moaned.

All moons of Zander, she shattered his control. He drove deep, angling for the pleasure place Daneth had described. Her channel practically gushed moisture, the slickness allowing him to plow even deeper, stretching her wide to take his girth.

She moaned and rolled her head, her bound hands reaching for him.

He forced them over her head and pinned them there as he rode her. Rational thought left him. A primitive, driving force took over. He found a hard, pounding rhythm, and she matched it, lifting her hips to receive him on each instroke.