Training His Human (Zandian Masters 3)

“No, master,” she said immediately.

He drew a breath, already dizzy with lust for her. But he, of all males, had self-control. He would complete her punishment without defiling the beautiful human. He lifted his palm and let it smack down on one cheek of her ass. The tail bounced fetchingly.

He bit back a groan and slapped the other cheek. Another bounce. His cock hardened and pressed insistently against her hip. She surely felt his desire for her. What would she think? Did it frighten her?

His heart pounding, he drew several steadying breaths. He’d have to get this spanking over with quickly. He already cursed his decision to keep her naked. How would he survive this training?

He paddled her, striking right side and left, fast and hard. Her hips bobbed on his lap, and the tail shook and quivered, bounced in her ass.

“Open your thighs.” His voice sounded raspy and hoarse.

She obeyed, inching her legs apart over his lap.

He slapped the undersides of her cheeks, the tender insides of her thighs, punishing her intimately and thoroughly while her fingertips danced on the floor.

One of his fingers contacted moisture, and something skidded and lurched in his chest. Yes—her pussy leaked arousal onto her inner thighs, the glossy substance coating his finger.

His inner thighs shook with need. He wanted to drop her onto her knees and veck her from behind, pound into her until they both lost their minds and she screamed herself hoarse.

Because he couldn’t—wouldn’t—anger spiked. He lifted her from his lap and dropped her back to the floor by his feet.

“You may fetch a cushion from the bed to help you kneel.” He sounded curt, and the bewilderment on her flushed face gave him a pang of regret. It wasn’t her fault he wanted her so badly.

She dropped a curtsy, eyes lowered, and fetched the cushion. It took her a while to situate herself on her knees, but he didn’t help. She ended up folding the cushion in half and placing it between her heels to lift her bottom slightly higher. The scent of her arousal still filled the air, and the way she rocked on the pillow told him she suffered as much as he did at that moment.

He flicked through his communications but didn’t see or understand anything he reviewed. All he could think about was Leora, the image of that tail bouncing in her perfect ass as he spanked her permanently burned on his retinas.

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Leora’s brain swam in confusion. She truly had been reduced to an animal, as no thought could formulate or take hold. Her entire body trembled, though less from pain than...something else.

Need.

The plug stretched her anus in the most erotic manner, and it had moved inside her as he’d spanked as if she’d been ass-vecked at the same time. Every firm slap of his hand had registered not as pain, but as foreplay. The throb in her ass matched the one in her clit. Now her entire body buzzed and tingled; her ears rang, and her eyes were unfocused. She needed to orgasm. Sweet Mother Earth, how she needed release! The urge to cry—not out of pain, but out of frustration—pressed behind her face.

She closed her eyes, trying to rein in her errant emotions. She had gone eighteen years without sex. Just because a handsome alien warrior had stripped and spanked her didn’t mean she needed to turn into a wanton sex slave.

Johan would be horrified...except even that thought didn’t stick because something about this incredible warrior reminded her so much of her long-dead human partner. While Johan had never spanked her or required her submission, he had been strong and determined, dominant as a decision-maker for all those around him.

Was it crazy that she wanted more spanking? Wanted to be back over Seke’s lap, those powerful hands slapping open her inner thighs, the undersides of her butt cheeks, the area just below her anus, right over her sex, making the tail jostle and pump in her ass? This had to be why Lamira blushed and smiled when she spoke of Zander’s punishments. It was as much pleasure as it was pain.

She rubbed her clit over the pillow between her legs. Would Seke notice if she—

“Don’t.” His voice sounded harsh. Almost alarmed.

She froze, her chest rising and falling with shortened breaths. Her breasts felt heavy and tight, swollen and aching as much as her sex.

“Your punishment aroused you,” he rasped, “but you are not a sex slave. I will not be enjoying the juicy little pussy that’s swollen and wet for me.”

Blessed Mother Earth. She neared orgasm just from his words, from his acknowledgement of her state.

“And so you will not be allowed release, either. Consider it part of your punishment.”

She nearly wept. “Evil,” she muttered under her breath. “Mean. Twisted. Wrong.” Louder, she said, “You should not have aroused me, then.” She half-wished to goad him into spanking her again.

“You should have behaved.” He stood abruptly. “You shall be confined to my chamber while I’m gone. I will have food sent to you.”

Her stomach clenched as she watched him stride to the door. “Release cuffs,” he muttered before he left without a backward glance and her wrists fell apart.