His Human Slave (Zandian Masters 1)

Climax approaching.

“Oh! Oh please. Oh wait—stop—Zander! No… Oh no, I’m going to do it again—”

He shoved his pants down and lifted her onto his cock. She slid on easily, her passageway swollen and wet, more than ready for him. He lifted and lowered her over his cock, the end of the butt plug connecting with his pelvis and shoving it in deeper on each instroke.

Lamira babbled something—nonsense mostly, her gasps and cries one long string of sound.

He moved her just the way he wanted her—grinding over his cock, her back arching and breasts thrusting in the air. He bounced her up and down until he couldn’t hold back any longer. Yanking her in, he climaxed, shooting his load. It only took one tap of his finger against her clitoris and his little human came, too, her muscles squeezing his cock, massaging it, milking it for his seed.

Climax achieved.

Since she was still being punished, he didn’t cuddle her afterward, but lifted her up and placed her on the sleepdisk, with her ankles strung up in the air, holding her hips aloft.

Ninety-five percent aroused.

Still? Well, so was he.

Somehow, punishment had turned into a glorious game. Yes, he was still annoyed with her, but not enough not to enjoy her luscious body. She looked unbelievably hot strung up like that. He adjusted one of her ankles so her legs were spread wide. The view of her pussy was spectacular. Swollen, glossy, with traces of rainbow colors from his seed. He brought his hand down between her legs and spanked her swollen folds again.

~.~

She couldn’t help it. She climaxed again, the moment he slapped her sex.

Of course, there was no hiding it, with his cuff giving off constant data on the state of her vagina.

He slapped her clenching pussy again. “What did I say about orgasming without my cock inside you?”

She couldn’t muster any intelligible reply. “Ugn...uh…”

“I will let it slide, since my seed is already planted.”

She couldn’t decide if he was playing with her or was genuinely still angry. The line had grown blurry during sex. She feared he had come to understand his dominance aroused her. She hadn’t yet admitted it to herself, even, but his damn arm cuff didn’t lie.

“You will remain in this position for thirty minutes.” He set a timer on his cuff and turned away.

She sighed. The position left her still impossibly aroused, despite the multiple orgasms. She prayed no one entered the chamber to see her like that.

Zander worked at his platform while she tried to cool her engines.

The ankle cuffs began to cut into her flesh and her feet went numb. She shifted around, but there was little she could do in the ridiculous position.

Zander turned his violet gaze on her. He didn’t seem angry.

“Please, my lord. My feet have lost all feeling.”

He stood and sauntered over, grasping one of her feet. She gasped as pins and needles shot through when he touched it. With a quick command, he released the clips on her ankles and scooped her into his arms, carrying her to his sitting platform where he sank back down with her cradled in his lap.

This. Yes. Stars, yes. She loved when he held her afterward. She rubbed her feet together, tensing at the sensation returning to them.

He looked down at her and tweaked one nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “I like when you look at me like that.”

She hardly dared breathe. Was Zander actually paying her a compliment? “How do I look?” She spoke softly, not wishing to jar Zander out of his unusual tenderness.

He smirked. “Like I’m your entire universe.”

“Well,” she said lightly, “you are my master.”

His eyes narrowed as if trying to determine if she was being sarcastic. For once, she wasn’t. She’d meant what she said. He was her master. In the short time she’d been with him, he had become her entire world. Bending to his will meant avoiding punishment, and even earning comfort. So, yes, he had become her entire universe.