His Human Slave (Zandian Masters 1)

The two continued sparring wordlessly, shocking her with their athleticism and the pure art behind the fighting. Clearly, Zander had studied combat arts for most of his life. Watching him fight made her blood heat with desire. Her taut nipples scraped the fabric of the dress she wore, and her pussy soaked her panties with arousal.

She shifted her buttocks over one heel, hoping to press her sex against it to alleviate the growing pressure there. It didn’t work.

Zander’s gaze flicked to her.

His teacher nearly took Zander’s head off with a sword—they’d picked up new weapons several rounds before—but Zander dropped to the ground and rolled out of the way, springing back to his feet and going on the offensive.

Their tussle grew more aggressive, and Zander’s fierce determination coupled with the sheer physicality and feline grace of his moves had her clit pulsing, her skin on fire, her breath uneven.

At last, they finished. They both bowed, and Zander spoke to him in their own tongue. The older male’s thoughtful gaze flicked to her, but he left the chamber without another word. The moment the door snicked shut, Zander strode over to her and hauled her to her feet. He shoved her against the wall and gripped her jaw, bringing his gorgeous face close to hers. “Bad slave.”

She sucked in her breath. What had she done?

“How was I supposed to concentrate when your readouts were flashing your arousal levels the whole time?”

She flushed, her fear at his sudden assault instantly morphing to wanton need.

His thumb slid between her lips and she sucked on it. He attacked her with his mouth, kissing her. It was like no kiss she’d seen or experienced before. His tongue disciplined her, lashing between her lips. His teeth sank into her lower lip before he sucked it into his mouth. He held her head immobile for the onslaught, not allowing her to control any of it.

He pulled back, his eyes a glittering dark-violet. “You’re trembling. Are you scared?”

She couldn’t make her lips move to speak, but she shook her head no.

”Am I hurting you?”

She licked her lips. “Desire,” she managed to rasp out, her voice sounding hoarse.

He seized her again, cupping her ass and lifting her from the floor. “Do you want me to wash first?”

Was he really asking her? His slave? If she said yes, would he stop this and clean himself for her?

It didn’t matter. She wasn’t going to find out, because she needed him desperately, and his masculine sweat only heightened her lust.

“I like you this way,” she purred and wrapped her legs around his waist, clutching at his shoulders.

He released his cock from his pants and yanked her panties to the side.

“I’m going to veck you right here, little slave. Right here in the exercise room.” He speared her, his huge cock filling her and taking her breath away.

With her body pinned to the wall, he slammed in and out of her, asserting his claim over her with each aggressive stroke.

Take me.

She wanted it—needed release more than anything.

“I should take your ass to punish you for distracting me,” he said, pounding so hard she thought he might crush her against the wall. Though he continued to threaten anal sex, he had yet to follow through.

“No, no, no,” she moaned.

“You were a bad girl.”

“No,” she protested.

“No? Then you’d better squeeze my cock as hard as you can, little slave...ungh,” Zander groaned when she obeyed.

He neared climax. She recognized the way his face twitched, his eyes almost black-violet.

“Now, little slave. You’d better get ready. Climax, or I take your ass.” He orgasmed, thrusting deep inside her and holding her, pinned to the wall by his cock alone.