Had she pushed him too far? Or had his own sexual frustration driven him away?
Briefly, she considered offering herself to him. Since Johan’s execution after the human revolt he led, she’d never desired another male. She hadn’t missed sex, as she’d been too busy trying to keep her younger daughter from getting picked up for sex slavery like Lily had been.
She’d kept her head down and survived.
But now that the Zandians had bought her, now that they owned her entire family, life had improved significantly. They were treated well—at least she had been until this punishment. The surroundings were beyond comfortable, the food plentiful and delicious. With her improved conditions, the desires of her youth reawakened. She wanted love, like Lamira and Lily had found. Sex. Freedom. Purpose. Things she’d never even dared to dream of when she’d been owned by the Ocretions.
She rocked over the pillow once more. Would Seke even know if she pleasured herself here, alone, with him gone?
She didn’t want to, though. Somehow, the idea of them both suffering the same need hurt in the most delicious of ways. She wanted to feel the effects of his punishment, and know he, too, had wanted something more.
She eased out of the position, taking time for her knees to unbend and shaking life back into them. Walking to the washroom, she stood in front of the looking glass, gazing at her naked form, imagining how it looked through Seke’s eyes.
Though she’d lived a hard life, she’d always been healthy. Her breasts still had a spring to them, her skin still had a youthful glow, and her hair fell thick and wavy over her shoulders. She had fine lines around her eyes and stretch marks under her belly button but, otherwise, was unmarked.
She had a distinctly erotic look now, though, naked save for Seke’s collar and cuffs. Her nipples pebbled in excitement, and a flush painted her cheeks. Her pubic hair had been removed by laser by the Ocretion slave masters when she’d hit puberty.
She turned to gaze at her backside. Her bottom had been painted pink by Seke’s large palm. It tingled now, the memory of that spanking eliciting shivers of excitement. The long, fluffy animal tail hung down between her legs, and gave her ass a perky, cheerful look.
She cupped her breasts, squeezing her nipples gently between her thumbs and forefingers. She imagined Seke doing the same, perhaps bringing his mouth to one of her nipples and sucking...or biting.
She hadn’t meant to bite him so hard. She’d tasted his blood, which had run thick and violet from the wound. She rubbed her ass. An Ocretion master would’ve shocked her and put her in isolation. Or worse.
Seke had put a tail in her ass and given her a spanking. She touched her sex and found it dripping and swollen, terribly sensitive to the brush of her fingertips.
She groaned. How long would he leave her like this? Would he ever allow her release?
She wondered, again, about Lamira’s fate. Was she locked in Zander’s chamber now? Or was it worse—had he banished her to the guest room as he’d done before when she’d lied to him about her psychic abilities?
Their plants would need tending. Lamira had planted nearly a hundred food-bearing plants in Zander’s pod, utilizing the incredible quality of light his crystals provided to produce healthy plants. Zandian crystal was the reason the Finn had taken over Zandia. It had applications in technology and energy generation. Traditionally, Zandians used them to amplify sunlight, providing the energy their bodies required for fuel.
Lamira’s rare and exotic trees and plants, many grown from heirloom seeds and some even from Earth, flourished here. Her work served as preparation for when Zander took back his home planet, because it would require re-cultivation after the horrific crystal mining by the Finn.
Every afternoon, she and Lamira checked on the plants, providing water or moving their location to provide optimal conditions. If she and Lamira were both locked up, who would look after the plants?
She paced around Seke’s chamber, but the movement of the tail in her ass and the rubbing of her clit between her legs only made her agitation grow.
After a stretch, an elderly servant entered, averting his eyes as he delivered a tray of food for her. Not hungry, she let it sit.
Hours passed. She changed her mind a dozen times about how to greet Seke when he returned. Sometimes she planned to lash out at him in anger for leaving her alone so long with nothing to do. Other times, she thought it would be best to appear as subservient as possible to prove her training complete so he might allow her to see Lamira again and roam about the palatial pod.
There was still the matter of her punishment on behalf of the prince. Seke had alluded to it, saying it had not yet begun. Was it more than this training? It seemed so. She eyed the spanking bench and the implements laid beside it. One was a flat paddle, thin and smooth and shaped like an oval with a long sturdy handle. The other was a terrible-looking crop or club, made of woven animal hide, as thick as one of Seke’s thumbs and half the length of his arm. She weighed it in her hand and shuddered. It would surely leave mean welts.
The door swished open. She dropped the implement and turned like a naughty child, hands flying behind her back, just as he’d ordered. So it seemed her body had made the choice of how to greet him. Submissively.
His eyes raked over her body, turning more purple. This time, she saw the horns move, actually thicken and grow taller, leaning in her direction. Did they reflect arousal? Interest? She licked her lips.
Sexy Zandian.
“Little human.” His voice sounded raspy, almost pained. The door swished closed behind him, and he sauntered forward. “Have you been good?”
There was the promise of punishment in his voice, a delicious promise, as if he knew they’d both enjoy such a thing.
She licked her lips. She considered issuing her complaints, but the words fluttered away under his dark stare. Instead, she forced herself to make a plea. “Master...the plants need tending every planet rotation. Has Lamira looked in on them?”
Surprise registered, as if he’d never considered the plants. He tapped one finger against his sensual lips. “I’m not sure. Put on your robes, and we’ll go check together.”
Though it shouldn’t have, his decision excited her. Any excursion with him sounded better than one alone and much better than being cooped up in his chamber.