His Human Slave (Zandian Masters 1)

“Mmm.” She stirred, rolling toward him as much as the cuffs allowed.

“Disconnect cuffs.”

Her wrists came free, and she turned to face him, blinking her beautiful wide-set eyes.

He loved having her in his sleepdisk. Loved waking with her soft, naked form ready and willing beside him. Today was the day he made himself available to his people, but there was probably still time to enjoy his slave’s lush body.

“Do you need to use the washroom?” He’d begun to understand her physical needs.

“Yes, please.” She rolled off the bed and darted to take care of her needs.

He stretched onto his back and stroked his throbbing cock.

When Lamira emerged, she eyed his cock. “If I were trained as a sex slave, what would I know how to do?”

He smirked. “Are you asking me to train you?”

He expected her to scowl, but she shrugged, the corners of her mouth turning up. “I guess I’m wondering why they would need any training at all if they’re bound and used at will.” There was a new quality to her voice he didn’t recognize. Was it teasing?

“Come here and I’ll give you your first lesson, slave girl.”

He’d guessed right, because she smiled in reply and crawled up over him her lids lowered seductively.

Lust kicked through him, making his cock surge in his fist. “Put your arms behind your back.” When she did, he ordered, “Connect cuffs.”

She gave an exaggerated scowl. More teasing, he suspected. Or playing of some sort. Another form of human dishonesty. Funny how it didn’t bother him so much this morning. Maybe he was getting used to her.

He angled his cock toward her face. “Put your mouth over it.”

Her jaw went slack and eyes widened.

“Be a good slave or you’ll go over my knee for a spanking.”

That excited her. He no longer needed to watch the flash of her arousal rate from his cuff—he was learning her physical signs. The way her pupils dilated, her breath quickened. Sometimes she blushed—he loved that.

She licked her lips and bent at the waist. “Like this?” she whispered when her lips reached his cock.

A drop of opalescent pre-cum shimmered. Her tongue darted out and she tasted it.

He bit back a groan. He couldn’t imagine any scene sexier than the one unfolding now. “Take it,” he growled.

She obediently parted her lips and lowered her head over his cock, enveloping it in the hot, moist recess of her mouth.

“Lamira,” he rasped and wrapped a fist in her hair, pushing her down.

“Mmph.” The little surprised sound she made reverberated around his cock.

“Do that again.”

She lifted her eyes in question, her mouth still full of his malehood.

“Make that sound again.” He guided her head up and down over his cock as a shudder ran up his inner thighs. He wouldn’t last ten more seconds at this rate. And he shouldn’t waste his seed in her mouth—not when he needed her to conceive.

She hummed while her head bobbed up and down.

He thrust up to meet her, balls tight, his eyes rolling back in his head. In and out he pumped, wanting it to last forever, knowing he should stop before he came. “Enough,” he barked.

She jerked off him, her hair mussed, a confusion on her face. Her pretty peach-tipped breasts shifted as she moved.