Her Mate and Master (Zandian Masters 6)

The cane struck again, right below the last wicked stripe.

She bit her lip to stifle the yelp. Holding the position was an impossibility, though. Her legs danced beneath her of their own accord, the smarting on her ass creating the need for movement.

Tomis laid a hand on her hip, holding her still. “Starshine, what did I say?”

“I’m trying Tomis—Master.”

He swept her hair to one side, baring her shoulder, and sank his teeth into her flesh there.

A tremor of desire rippled through her. The line between reward and punishment had become so blurred, she wasn’t sure whether she’d earned his approval or ire. All she knew was that she wanted all of it. Everything this beautiful warrior had to offer. And more.

Her body screamed for his attention. For his touch. The pain he inflicted.

With his hand at her hip, holding her still, he delivered another stripe, and another. Each one made her cry out, but Tomis’ steadying grip kept her in place. He whipped the thin reed all the way down her ass to the backs of her thighs then back up again, until pain had her every sense on high alert and her pussy molten.

Tomis slid an arm around her waist from behind. “Good girl,” he breathed in her ear as he reached up and untied the vine holding her wrists up. If he hadn’t caught her, her legs would’ve given out, but, instead, she fell backward, against his hard body, to the safety she’d known would be there.

“On your knees, female.” He nudged the backs of her knees with his, causing them to bend and drop to the ground.

She waited, listening to the sounds of his clothing rustling.

“Elbows down, starshine. Show me that pretty little pucker of yours.”

This was insane. She should get up and run. Make another break for it. She should not allow herself to be ass-vecked, as he called it, as a punishment.

But her body disagreed. Her inner thighs trembled right up to the apex, where her pussy contracted and released on air, desperate for something.

He slapped her pussy and she slid her knees open even wider, desperate for more touch. “You want me here, don’t you?” he crooned, his fingers mercifully rubbing a slow caress over her weeping slit. “Don’t you?” he repeated sharply, applying another spank when she didn’t answer.

“Yes, Master.”

He palmed both cheeks of her ass and spread them wider, his glorious tongue slipping over her sensitive bits, dragging all the way up to her anus and circling there.

Her breath shuddered out of her, and she dropped her face onto her hands.

“You’ve been a vecking torture to me from the first moment I saw you, Talia.” Tomis’ voice grated deep and rough. He applied fresh oil to her anus, demanding entrance with one of his digits as he massaged it in.

She whimpered as he penetrated her, oiling the way for his far larger cock. How would she ever take it?

Why did she want to?

“You may

not be mine to breed, but you sure as hell earned this ass-vecking.” His finger retreated, replaced by the prod of his cock.

She tensed, the muscles in her back cording up as she attempted to squeeze her ass.

Tomis slapped one cheek, hard. “Open for it. Take your master’s cock.” He put his weight into it, pressing down until her sphincter muscles yielded.

She mewled as he filled her, stuffed her too full, beyond what she could take. And yet she did take it. Her body accommodated him, opened for this punishment, this humiliating pleasure that already pushed her to the brink of ecstasy. Her toes curled in, pussy leaked moisture down her inner thigh.

Tomis gripped her nape, holding her captive, forcing her face down into the cushion of her hands as he moved in and out of her.

Her mouth opened, yawning to mimic her anus, and she moaned low and steady. Her pussy suddenly seemed pitifully empty. She snaked a hand underneath herself, but Tomis followed, catching her wrist and bringing it back.

“Not until I decide you deserve it.” He pinioned both wrists to the ground above her head with one hand while gripping her nape in the other.

“I was good,” she protested, “you controlling bastard.”