His Human Slave (Zandian Masters 1)

She deliberately rubbed both horns with her lower legs.

His fingers dug into her ass; his tongue lashed her pussy, He pulled her up and down over his mouth.

A scream rose in her throat.

She kicked and thrashed with her legs—not to push him away, only desperate for relief.

He shifted one of his hands under her ass, bringing his thumb to her anus.

She came, hard, bucking in his hands, as he wrung a third orgasm out of her.

“Good girl,” he murmured.

Once more, the praise warmed her.

He eased her back down to his lap and pushed her knees open like butterfly wings. “Show me this little pussy of yours. I’m beginning to grow quite fond of it

.”

Her head swam. No, those were not words to swoon over.

He pulled the cheeks of her ass apart and inspected her anus. “I’m going to take you there, too. It will hurt, I suppose, because you’re so tiny. I’ll reserve it for punishment.”

Her pussy clenched and he noticed.

“You like when I talk about punishment.”

She shook her head. “No, I don’t.”

He flashed the cuff in her direction. “I have proof. And that’s another lie. I’m going to start punishing you for lies. Perhaps your first punishment will be me taking your ass.”

Her mouth went dry. She attempted to squeeze her bottom together, but it was impossible with him holding her cheeks spread wide. “No, my lord, Please.”

His lips curved into a smile; his eyes grew heavy-lidded. “Not this time. But you’ve been warned.”

Her pussy clenched again.

Mother Earth, her core should not be a quivering, bundle of heated nerves right now. Why did his threats affect her that way?

He sighed. “All right, little slave. You’ve taken me from my work all day. Now it’s time for me to put you to work.”

“I thought this was my work.”

His mouth stretched into a toothy smile. “You’re right, it is. But now you’re going to make me your list of supplies for the plants you want to grow here. I’ll have them delivered tomorrow.”

He lifted her from his lap and crawled off the platform, pulling his clothes back on.

Hooking a finger in the ring in her collar, he tugged gently, forcing her to crawl to the edge. “Come.” He lifted her off the sleeping platform and onto her feet. Using the collar once more, he led her to his work station and pointed at his feet. “Kneel.”

A 3D hologram popped up with a picture of a memo pad and a pen.

She’d never used the technology before—communications and information systems were forbidden to slaves. The very fact she could read was a secret she kept as hidden as her claircognizance. But Zander didn’t seem to know it was forbidden, and her pride kept her from playing dumb. She reached for the virtual pen and twirled it in the air, watching as the letters scrawled on the pad.

As she built her list, her spirits rose. But she shouldn’t be happy about being an alien’s sex slave. Her father would roll over in his grave. He didn’t die trying to liberate humans to have his daughter drop to her knees and happily serve the first master who gave her an orgasm.

Chapter 5

Zander rubbed his horns against Lamira’s bare back. She lay naked in bed beside him, her wrists cuffed to the bed, one knee drawn up in sleep.