Training His Human (Zandian Masters 3)

“Very good, Leora.” He stepped close to her and allowed himself a slow, lingering gaze up and down her body. His palm reached of its own accord to cup her breast, thumb strumming her hardened nipple. “It didn’t work, though, did it?” He pinched the nipple, and the scent of her arousal filled his chamber, drugging him like an intoxicating gas. The kind that made him only attuned to Leora. Her body. Her pleasure. And, for the moment, her pain.

“No,” she whispered.

He continued to worry her nipple, rubbing it between his thumb and forefinger, longing to lower his head and give it the full treatment with his mouth, with his tongue. His teeth. “No, you know you’re a torture to me, too, don’t you?”

Her eyes drifted closed, and her head lolled back, as if his touch brought her too much pleasure to stay present. “I’m glad,” she murmured.

“I’m sure you are. Don’t push me too far, little one. If I fail at training you, tempting human, Zander will give you to another.”

Her eyes flew back open, and he was satisfied to see the alarm he felt about such an arrangement mirrored there.

With a gentle touch, he turned her and gave a little shove toward the spanking bench positioned on his sleepdisk. “Climb on, beautiful female. The time for your punishment has come.”

He didn’t like the fear flashing in her smoky eyes, but it couldn’t be helped. A serious punishment was a serious punishment, and that was what he’d been charged to deliver.

She obeyed him, climbing onto the contraption and holding still as he locked her legs and wrists to it. With her knees spread, ass lifted and presented for punishment, she made an incredibly erotic sight. The spankings he’d given earlier in the planet rotation had faded in color, leaving him a fresh, pale canvas on which to paint once more. He eased the tail out of her ass.

More of the hormones that had kept him on edge all day surged. He knew his skin and eyes had to be dark purple, horns harder than stone.

To cover his desire, he adopted a clipped, terse tone. “This will be a harsh punishment, one that will cause you significant pain, perhaps for several days. You will endure it as your penance for betraying the trust of your host, Prince Zander. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

With a whack of the smooth, thin paddle he’d picked out, he made her gasp.

“Yes, master!” she cried out, self-correcting.

“Good girl.”

He applied the paddle with sharp, quick slaps, keeping the force light and letting the wood do the work. The thicker paddles in the box would leave pain farther below the surface, but he preferred this one, which was more like a cooking utensil—a large, flat spatula. As Daneth had explained to him, the beauty of punishing humans on the buttocks was their ample padding. All punishments inflicted on the surface caused great pain but left no lasting damage.

Leora’s breath came in quick gasps and pants as he peppered her lovely posterior. He took his time. A long, carefully measured punishment would be more effective than a short, severe one. It would achieve the emotional submission, which was all that mattered. Punish too cruelly and the student would harden rather than soften. Too many masters failed to understand that. He’d give her a long warm-up to ensure her bottom was properly prepared for the whipping that had to come at the end.

If he hadn’t seen the dew glistening between her nether lips, he might have survived it. But her body’s reaction to his dominance vecking slayed him. It was all he could do to keep his head, to not pounce on her like a feral animal in rutting season and turn her inside out with his malehood.

He spanked harder, sweat gathering around his horns as he drew long, slow breaths in an effort to regain his brain.

She gave a little whimper, which helped to ground him, remind him he served the prince and also had a duty to Leora to keep his head and do this right.

When her whimpers became more frequent and pitiful and her ass glowed red, he stopped. “Good girl, Leora. You took that well.” He ran a palm over her heated backside, lightly stroking, soothing. “We’re almost finished, but this will be the worst part.” He laid the wooden paddle down and picked up the braided leather whip. Normally used on large riding beasts with tough hides, it would mark her, leaving deep welts that would last for several days.

“Ten with the riding whip. You will count them. After each one, you will repeat, I will not betray Prince Zander’s trust.”

“Yes, master.” Her words didn’t seem forced this time.

“Good girl.” He stepped to her side and took aim then drew back the whip and brought it down across both her buttocks.

Her scream set off alarms in every cell of his body, adrenaline flushing his system, demanding he rescue her from the pain.

But he could not.

Veck Prince Zander and this vecking assignment. He would vecking wreck the boy next planet rotation in the studio.

It took Leora several beats to regain her breath, and when she did, the injury in her voice was evident. “One. I will not betray Prince Zander’s trust.”

All he could do for her was offer encouragement. “Good girl. Nine more. You can do this.” He whipped her again.

Another scream set his teeth on edge. “Two.” Her voice shook. “I will not betray Prince Zander’s trust.”