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His Human Slave (Zandian Masters 1)

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The fourth night, he used only his hand again.

She couldn’t hate him. He took such care with her, even when he punished. It was odd, but while she feared the pain he liked to inflict, she wasn’t afraid of him. Not the way she had been afraid of the guards at the agrifarm. Not even the way she was wary of Daneth, though he’d never hurt her.

She woke the following morning with her wrists chained over her head, Zander’s hot hands roaming over her breasts.

She arched into them, shivers of excitement rolling through her. Her pussy, which was nearly perpetually wet since Zander had begun breeding her, heated and began to pulse.

“Little Lamira. You’re such a bad slave.”

No, I’m not. I’m your good slave.

Where did that come from? At what point had she started desiring his approval? Wanting to please him? Right from the beginning, it seemed.

He straddled her and brought his thumb and forefinger to one of her nipples, pinching it. “When are you going to stop lying to me?”

God, would he ever let it go?

Her eyes slid sideways, away from his amethyst gaze.

Slap. His palm swatted the side of her breast. She arched and yanked against her binding.

“Do I need to spank your breasts?” He slapped its twin.

“Oh! No…” She writhed beneath him, uselessly trying to twist away from him, to hide herself.

Despite the pain and what was worse—the fear at this new, untried form of punishment—moisture seeped onto her inner thigh. Her wanton pussy was ready for whatever her large master had to offer.

He slapped her breast one more time but then climbed off, his gaze decidedly cool. “No, I think I’ll try something else today.”

A fresh ripple of fear went through her and she shivered. “Master?”

“I will deny you my cock. You may have been reluctant to take it at first, but now I think you’ve grown to enjoy it...per

haps it is too much of a reward.”

She ought to be relieved the punishment was so mild, but he was right—denying her his cock left her yearning. Empty. Rejected.

Shifting his tone into the quiet command he used on the electronics, he said, “Release cuffs.”

She sat up, whimpering at the pain of the blood rushing fully into her arms.

Zander looked over his shoulder at her on his way to the washroom and she swore she saw a wrinkle of concern on his forehead. He hesitated but then shook his head and entered the washroom.

She flopped back on the sleepdisk and sighed. Living with her master presented a new torture every day. Not the kind she’d expected. No, the emotional kind. Longing and angst. Need, desire...and love? It made her stomach clench to think the word, but, yes, she’d certainly become emotionally attached. Bonded. Maybe it was love, maybe it wasn’t. She really didn’t know about these things.

Her stomach rumbled. She got up, dressed, and tapped on the washroom door. “Master? May I go to the kitchen to eat?”

“Yes.” His answer was short and clipped. “But return in twenty minutes. I’m leaving for the United Galaxies meeting this morning, and you must stay in your cage while I’m gone.

Ugh. A long day alone in the cage. She’d hated the last few days. Servants brought her food and liquid and let her out for a walk and to use the washroom, but she hated staying cooped up. The only way she’d kept from going insane was paying attention to her claircognizance. Something she never used to do.

She walked down to the kitchen. “Good morning, Barr,” she chirped. Seeing the friendly chef always cheered her.

He rewarded her with a broad smile. “Lamira. Guess what I made for you this morning?” He set a plate with a beautiful breakfast pie in front of her. “It’s called quiche. Have you ever heard of it? It’s a human recipe I researched.”

She blinked back tears. “You researched human recipes?”

“Yes, from old Earth. I know you probably wouldn’t know them, but I thought perhaps they’d be especially good for your body.” He blushed after mentioning her body.



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