Her Mate and Master (Zandian Masters 6)

He continued with the gentle kiss of animal hide, spanking her ass and the backs of her legs with his belt. And then he swung it harder.

She yelped at the line of pain, and her hips listed to one side.

He corrected her, bringing her hips back. “Hold still, little female.” His voice was pure sex, the command soft and loving in contrast to how hard he’d whipped her.

Her thighs trembled. “That hurt,” she warbled.

“I know. I’ve finished warming you up. Now comes your punishment.”

“No,” she said, but remained perfectly still in the position he’d placed her.

“You don’t tell me no, starshine,” he said, but he didn’t move, either.

“Do it,” she mumbled.

Tomis must have heard her because she heard the whoosh of air displaced by the arc of the belt, and it struck across her buttocks again, as hard as the last one.

“Ow,” she whimpered, but didn’t move to get away this time. No, she wanted the pain, craved the sensation of sharp torment blooming into warmth.

This was how Tomis acted on his attraction to her, and she loved it.

He whipped her, striking harder and harder, the wet belt turned into a fearsome instrument of castigation as it crisscrossed over her buttocks, the backs of her thighs. He spanked her until they both panted and moaned.

“Spread your knees, baby.” His voice was so deep and thick, it was almost unrecognizable.

She widened the stance of her knees.

Tomis swung the belt between her legs, striking her pussy lightly.

“Tomis!”

“This naughty pussy deserves to be punished most of all, don’t you think, starshine?” Another slap.

Tears sprang to her eyes, but, like the spanking on her buttocks, the sensation sparked even more desire. She wanted it harder, faster, higher, so it fell right on her clit.

“Tomis, I’m sorry.”

“Oh, I don’t imagine you are, starshine. But it doesn’t matter, does it? You were caught trying to satisfy this greedy little pussy, and now, you’re going to be thoroughly punished.”

“Please.” Please meant more, not stop. She didn’t want him to stop. Not ever. She wanted him to fulfill the promises he’d just made of whipping her twice and using the crystal on her.

“Naughty, naughty pussy.” Slap slap.

Heat flushed through her in waves. Her brain floated off while she surrendered to the vertigo that made her unsure of where her body even was in space.

“Tomis.” A whisper. A plea.

Three more swats against her feminine folds.

“Now, do you know what happens to naughty females, Talia?”

“W-what?”

“We had to talk about it this morning. They get vecked in the ass. But, this time, we’ll start with the crystal. You wanted to veck this crystal, starshine?” He ran the cool, hard gemstone over her stinging pleats, soothed the swelling and heat. He pushed the rounded end of the wand into her eager channel.

“Yes—yes.”

“No, no. I’m just getting it lubed up, baby. This crystal is going in your ass.”