His Human Slave (Zandian Masters 1)

A hologram of a young woman much like her popped up. The words underneath read, “Escaped slave. Whereabouts unknown.” Her heart leapt. So her sister had escaped. Good for her. Perhaps she was part of the revolution, like their father.

The water in the washtube turned off.

“Close.”

The hologram went on with the projection.

“Off. End.” Her voice rose in pitch. How did she turn this thing off? Zander would kill her for using it!

“Stop. Over. Shut down. Close.”

She clamped her hand over the light projecting the hologram.

The door to the washroom opened.

She tossed the cuff back where she found it, praying it had turned off.

Zander stepped out, fully naked. He seemed even larger without clothes—not only his cock—every part of him. His muscles bulged and rippled, from his wide shoulders and glorious pecs, to his washboard abs and sculpted thighs and calves. His skin glowed with the beautiful lavender tinge. And yes...his cock. It was huge even in repose, although it twitched to life as his violet eyes came to rest on her.

Her pussy clenched.

“You’re awake.”

“Yes, my lord.”

She scrambled off the sleepdisk and stood to face him, the way he expected. As always, she was naked, except for the soft leather cuffs around her wrists, ankles and neck.

“Come here.” He pulled fresh clothing from a shelf and put it on as she crossed the room to where he stood. When he finished dressing, he grasped her nape and pulled her up close to his face. To her shock, he planted a kiss on her forehead and released her. He walked to the sleepdisk and picked up his cuff.

As he fingered it, his head whipped around, eyes narrowed.

Veck. It must be warm, still. Or was a light on?

“Show last.”

The hologram of her sister sprang up. He stretched it, looking from Lily’s face back to hers. “Who is this? A sister?”

She wrung her fingers and nodded. “Yes,” she managed to say. “I’ve never met her. She was taken from my parents for the sex trade when she was three.”

Zander winced. “I’m sorry.” His voice held a note of shock that made her believe him.

“Back.”

The image of her mother hovered. He spun it around. “Is this your mother?”

“Yes, my lord.”

“Back.”

The first hologram she’d watched sprang up, right where it had left off, the disembodied voice explaining all the critical data points of what was probably the worst day in Zander’s life.

She cringed.

“Back.”

The hologram switched to a list of transactions—one of Zander’s business accounting records.

“Close.”