“No, I’ll wait. I thought I required food.” She sat up and reached for his balled up shirt.
He snatched it away from her. “Sorry, love. You’re on clothing restriction for running off.”
Her eyes widened and full lips parted and, judging by her scent, the edict left her more aroused than angry. “Wh-what do you mean?”
“I’ll give you this shirt back when you’ve earned my trust. Until I get you to safety, starshine, you’re in my keeping, which means I’m your master. When I give you an order, you obey or suffer the consequences.”
~.~
Her pussy clenched, despite her anger. “And the consequence is my nudity?” Damn her voice for wobbling.
“Yes. It will help you remember I’m your master.”
As much as she wanted to slap his face for saying it, her body reveled in the idea. Heat prickled all over, her bottom clenching and tingling as she remembered the spanking. It hadn’t hurt. Not in retrospect. It had shocked her. Stung, a bit, but she understood his design had been to put her in her place, not to harm her. Same as stripping her of clothing.
It wasn’t a new concept. King Fluut had employed the same one, hadn’t he? Stripped her and hung her on his wall?
“Same as Fluut, then.”
The smile fell away from his face, and she instantly regretted the comparison. They were not the same at all. Fluut had been cold, heartless, and disgusting. Tomis had said if the spanking truly hurt, he wouldn’t do it again. He was kind and handsome. Extraordinarily handsome, now that she had time to study. Sturdy jaw and an easy, generous smile. Wide brown-violet eyes rimmed with long, dark lashes. His hair was closely shorn, making the horns stand out on the top of his head.
His brows furrowed and jaw clenched in a mulish angle, and he lifted her by the armpits and settled her straddling his lap. “Did you like being naked for King Fluut?”
She rocked her pelvis over the hard bulge of his cock. Scratch that—it was a conscious movement. Because for whatever reason, Tomis hadn’t acted on his desire, and it gave her leverage. As inexperienced as she was, she knew exactly how to torture him.
Her stiff nipples pointed toward smooth, hairless chest, and she dragged them against his flesh, glorying in the choked gasp she elicited. “No. But, even then, I had this ache between my legs. This desi
re from being on this planet.”
Tomis’ scowl almost frightened her. Was it over her teasing?
“You didn’t ache for him,” he said stubbornly. He’s jealous. The thought had accompanying victory bells.
She rocked over his lap again. “You’re right,” she murmured, taking mercy on him. She leaned forward and nipped his ear. “I wondered about being taken by a Zandian male. Wondered what he’d look like, how it would be.”
Tomis’ breath drew across his teeth like a hiss. “Am I...what you expected?”
Even better. She reached for one of his horns. “All except for these. What are they for?”
A shudder ran through his body the moment she touched the horn, and it thickened and stiffened against her fingers.
“They’re erogenous,” he choked.
A thrill of power ran through her. “Is that right?” she purred, gripping the horn hard and using it as a handle to stand up.
She ran her tongue over one while she squeezed the other.
“Talia,” he gasped, hands flying out to grip her thighs. His fingers dug into them when she took the thickened horn into her mouth and sucked hard.
“Oh veck. You’re going to make me come in my pants like a youth.”
“Show me your cock.” Yes, she was all sexual power now. It flowed through her, stronger than the energy from the crystals. “Is it the same width as these horns?” She traded horns, sucking the opposite one as she squeezed and massaged the first.
“Bigger.”
She’d known it would be, but it still thrilled her to hear it.
“Take it out,” she repeated.