His Human Slave (Zandian Masters 1)

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Warmth coiled in her chest, swirled up her neck. She tugged Zander’s lips down to hers, attacking him, showing him how much his words affected her. He kissed her back, grasping her head and holding her still as he took over. His tongue licked between her lips, and he claimed what belonged to him.

He pushed her down to her back, crawling over her. “Tell me.” His voice sounded gruff, but his eyes shone with affection. He pinned her wrists beside her head. “Now, little slave.”

“I saw our baby.”

His face went slack, eyes full of wonder.

Her vision blurred.

“When? I mean—”

She laughed. “I don’t know. But he was perfect.”

“He?” Zander’s lips stretched into the widest smile she’d ever seen him wear. His teeth gleamed straight and white against his purple-hued skin.

She nodded. Her chest felt so full, she thought it would explode.

He nudged her knees apart and shoved down his pants, freeing his cock. “Then I guess we’d better keep breeding, so we can meet him soon.”

She reached for his cock and guided him to her dripping entrance. He filled her, stretching her wide and making her gasp. After ten planet rotations without sex, she felt virginally small for his large size, despite the ample lubricant.

“Take me,” he commanded, his eyes glittering with amusement. He knew, from the cuff on his arm, what his bossy commands did to her.

She arched and offered herself up to him, his for the taking. She craved his touch in every way—not only the tender caresses he’d just offered, but also this—the rough way he handled her, demanding so much yet never going too far.

He pistoned in and out of her, shoving deep on each instroke. “I missed you, naughty slave.”

“I’m a good slave,” she protested, giving herself over to the force of his instrokes, which rocked her up at least six inches every time.

“You spat in my face.”

Oh yeah. She’d forgotten that part.

“I think, when I’m finished filling you with my seed, I will take your ass. You deserve a long, hard ass-vecking, don’t you?”

Her head wobbled, somewhere between a nod and a shake. While she found anal sex terrifying, it had also been incredibly satisfying—the intensity equaling the pleasure.

Zander pulled out. “On your knees, hands behind your back.” He shoved her torso down into the sleepdisk and lifted her hips high. She heard the click of her wrist cuffs fastening behind her legs.

She loved this position. There was something so...objectifying about it. It lifted and presented her sex and anus to him and left her face completely out of his sight.

He gripped her hips and slid into her again, resuming the hard pounding he’d been giving her. His breath grew ragged.

Her pussy gripped his cock in ecstasy.

“Come, slave.”

He shoved in deep and stayed, filling her with hot streams of his cum while her pussy spasmed around his length, squeezing and milking his cock for its seed.

Despite his threat to take her ass afterward, he collapsed on top of her, releasing her wrists and laying her out on her belly. His strong arms wrapped around her from behind and he rolled them to their sides. He brushed kisses across the skin at her neck.

“I’m going to have this removed.” He rubbed his thumb over the barcode tattooed at the base of her neck. “I want to make my own mark on you, Lamira.”

She rolled in his arms to face him. “How?”

He leaned up on one elbow. “Would you wear my crystals?”