Her Mate and Master (Zandian Masters 6)

“Slu honey will soothe your skin, in case any of it was burnt.” He slathered it down her front, dragging his large palm between her breasts to her belly, then curving it around her hip. Both hands found her breasts, massaging the oil in a circle. He drew back one palm and slapped her breast. “Bad girl.”

She closed her lips on a tiny eep.

Punish me, Tomis.

It must be the crystals, the planet talking. It must be breeding season taking control of her body because she arched into him, offering her breasts for his slaps. He slapped the other one. It hurt, but she wanted more.

He scooped some more oil and turned her around, coating her back and buttocks. He oiled the insides of her ass, rubbing along her crack. “You’ll need extra honey here. Do you know why, Talia?”

“Why?” Was that my husky voice?

“Because after I apply the cane, I’m going to veck that little ass until you scream.”

She tucked her tailbone, squeezing her buttocks together.

Tomis slapped one cheek, hard. He wrapped an arm around her waist and splayed his palm over her belly, bringing his lips close to her ear. “Because nothing helps a disobedient little female remember to mind her master like a long, hard ass-vecking. Isn’t that right?”

A shiver ran through her, along with some dark longing she didn’t recognize.

Tomis continued massaging oil into her anus. The hand on her belly drifted lower, cupping her mons. “Ah. See? You’re already wet for me. You know you deserve this, don’t you, naughty female?” When she didn’t answer, he slapped her ass again. “Don’t you?”

“Yes, Master,” she whispered. She’d lost her mind completely.

Tomis groaned and rewarded her with a wriggle of his finger over her clit. “I like when you call me Master.”

I like when you touch me there.

She didn’t say it. He already knew, didn’t he? How the male could know his way around her body so well, she didn’t understand, but it seemed he did.

He continued to oil her, positioning her legs wide apart, standing on the tips of her toes as he ran his hands down them, stopping to tease her pussy with a quick flick of his tongue.

He picked up the reed and slapped it into his palm.

Didn’t it hurt him?

“Say it again. Who is your master?”

She eyed him, pulse ratcheting up higher as he approached. “You are. Tomis. Tomis is my master.”

“That’s right.” He circled around behind her and sliced the cane through the air. It landed in the center of her buttocks, and she shrieked, surprised at the shock of pain and the line of fire that followed.

“Owwwww,” she moaned, going limp against her bonds. She twisted to angle her ass away from him, but he caught her jaw, pulled her up to his face.

“You will hold your position and accept this caning like a good girl.”

She wanted to challenge him and say, “Or what?” but he silenced her with a hard kiss to her lips.

“If you do, I’ll consider your pleasure when I claim that ass.”

Her pussy contracted; tremors ran down her inner thighs.

He leaned over and applied his cunning lips to her nipple, sucking it to a stiff peak, grazing it with his teeth then pulling away and slapping the side of her breast. “Now, push that ass out and hold perfectly still for your stripes, and I won’t use the cane on these beautiful tits, too.” Another slap to her breast.

“Y-yes, Master.” What in the hell was wrong with her? She must have lost her mind. Was that actually her wanton voice calling this male Master?

Tomis strolled behind her again. “Ass out. Legs apart. Hold still.”

Damn, if she didn’t do exactly as she was told. Assuming the position had her pussy leaking, apparently thrilled at this form of brutal attention. This punishment with the promise of a reward at the end.