His Human Slave (Zandian Masters 1)

“Good. Remember the rules and I won’t have to punish you publicly.”

He saw a retort in her expression, but she clamped her lips closed, too smart to test him.

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She stopped as he opened the door. She’d never put her panties back on.

Gunt stood at his post, his cold stare boring a hole in her head. He didn’t like seeing her happy with Zander—or so it seemed.

She tugged Zander’s arm, trying to get him to come back into the chamber.

He turned, lips thinning.

“My...um…” She jerked her head toward the panties on the floor.

Zander followed her gaze and his lips turned up in a sexy smirk. “Leave them. Let’s go.”

Oh Mother Earth, what a trial. Her pussy practically gushed with moisture from all the attention he’d just given her. Her entire body must be at least fifty degrees hotter than usual. After the disquieting visions produced by the crystal that morning, Zander had brought her firmly back into her body.

She walked on shaky legs beside Zander, who kept one hand around her back. It was an oddly tender gesture, which only served to further discombobulate her.

Zander led her to the Great Hall, which had been transformed with a long table that took up the entire length of the hall, beautifully dressed in colorful fabrics and crystal centerpieces.

She drew in a breath at the magnificence of it.

Zander glanced at her and smiled.

The table was crowded with Zandians, who all stood when they entered, facing them like they were royalty. Which, of course, one of them was.

Zander inclined his head, and his fellow Zandians bowed back. He drew back a chair next to the head of the table and indicated it was for her. Once she sat, he took the place at the head. She realized that everyone was gazing, not at their prince, but at her. Well, yes, she was the only human present.

“Drop your eyes,” Zander said in an undertone.

Of course, her immediate reaction to his order was to swivel a defiant gaze on him.

He raised a brow and activated both vibrators inside her.

She caught the edge of the table, eyes glued on her plate in an effort to control her reaction. Heat washed over her skin; her pussy leaked moisture onto the skirt of her dress. Knuckles turning white, she ground her molars, trying to block out the intense sensations. She wanted to crawl under the table to hump her hand until she climaxed by the time Zander turned it off.

“Lamira, this is Lium, my tactical engineer. He’s responsible for purchasing and handling our airships.”

She looked across the table at the grizzled Zandian the prince indicated. His face was lined and short hair had turned white, but he looked every inch a warrior, with massive shoulders and a thick neck.

Lium looked at her but didn’t acknowledge the introduction, so she followed his lead and said nothing.

“Beside him is Erick, my trade and business advisor.”

Erick did not appear as old as Lium, but, still, like everyone in the pod but her, had to be at least twice Zander’s age. He actually smiled at her and inclined his head. “How do you find your new life?”

She glanced at Zander as a thousand answers clogged in her throat. The question shouldn’t come as such a surprise. How did she answer such a question? Other than being kept in a cage and tortured with two vibrating devices at once, fine. Or how about, I love it when your hot Zandian prince spanks my bare ass and shoves his huge purple cock into me, but I’m not so crazy about subservience. Because he seemed kind and genuinely friendly, she gave the most gracious reply her mind conjured. “It’s beautiful here.”

Zander seemed to doubt her reply, because his eyes narrowed.

Fearing he would turn on the vibrating devices again, she adopted a pleading expression.

One corner of his lips lifted.

“You already know Daneth. Next to him is Seke, my master at arms.”