His Human Slave (Zandian Masters 1)

She must have seen the appreciation in his eyes because she blushed and dropped her eyes. “Does it look nice?” She spread her fingers at her sides, as if presenting herself.

He held his hand out. “Almost perfect. Come here.”

She crossed the room and stood before him.

“Release wrist cuffs. Release ankle cuffs. Release collar.” The soft leather pieces dropped to the floor. He wound a bit of the ceremonial rainbow fabric around her neck. “This will show you’re mine, without screaming slave.” He cupped her chin and lifted her face. “Now, listen to me. You will not speak unless spoken to. Keep your eyes lowered and speak respectfully. Any transgressions and I will bare your ass and lay you over my lap for punishment in front of every being at my table. Understand?”

Her lower jaw thrust forward at a defiant angle. She didn’t like that.

“Or do we need to get that spanking out of the way before we go?”

He saw the flash of arousal projected from his cuff at the same time he picked up her physical cues.

She shook her head. “No, master.”

“Hold your skirt up.”

She blinked, her breath quickening. Her fingertips dragged up the hem of her skirt until it rose above her waist. “Like this?”

He sauntered around behind her and hooked his thumbs in the waistband of her panties, dragging them down to her ankles. “Step out.”

She obeyed.

“Spread your legs wide.”

She widened her stance.

“Don’t move.” He spanked her buttocks with the flat of his hand, first the right side, then the left.

To his delight, Lamira stayed perfectly still, not trying to get away or dodge the blows. Her little gasps made music with the sound of his palm striking her flesh.

After a dozen slaps, he ignored the projected readout, showing she was eighty-five percent aroused, and swiped two fingers between her legs to test for himself. “Lamira, you’re soaking wet.”

He wanted to make her bend over and grab her ankles so he could veck her raw right there, but a wicked idea occurred to him. “Don’t move,” he ordered again, and gave her ass a slap as he walked to the box of implements and retrieved two bullet vibrators. When he returned to stand behind her, he gripped her hips and tilted her pelvis so her ass lifted and her back arched. “Show me what’s mine,” he said, his voice thick.

She hollowed her back, arching even more.

He rubbed the first bullet in her moisture and slid it inside her, vecking her with it until she whimpered with need. With her lubricant providing ample coating, he switched it to her anus, pushing it against her little rosette.

She jerked and tucked her tail like a sharkhound, pulling her cheeks together and forward.

He slapped each cheek. “Bad girl. Open up or you’ll get a punishment spanking with the wooden paddle.”

She whimpered, but her arousal rate had reached almost 100 percent.

“Are you scared?” he murmured, his lips close to her ear. With his left hand cradling her throat, he used the right to push the tip of the bullet vibrator against her sphincter muscles. “Or merely ashamed to have me touch you in a place so personal?”

Her chest rose and fell, the fine fabric of the dress shifting over her breasts with the movement. She moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue. “A little of both.”

“I’m not going to hurt you. I’m just torturing you because I know you like it, no matter how much you lie.” He eased the plug into her ass and pumped it a few times before pushing it all the way in. After delivering another sharp slap to her pink backside, he plunged the second vibrator

into her pussy and turned them both on.

Lamira whirled to face him, shock streaking her face. She fell against his chest, her little hands fisting in the fabric of his tunic. Her eyes pleaded, desperation simmering just below the surface. “Zander!”

He deactivated both vibrators. “Who do you belong to?”

“You, my lord.” Her legs wobbled, so he took her elbow and guided her toward the door.