Training His Human (Zandian Masters 3)

“Why do you think so?” she asked.

He brought one large digit between her legs and brushed the seam of her sex, slick with need. “You deny it?”

She groaned at the featherlight contact, dying for more. “No,” she gasped, lifting her hips in hope he might return that blessed finger to her core. “I feel it with you, but…”

Something in Seke snapped to attention. He tightened the arm around her waist. “Only with me?” he rasped.

“Yes,” she breathed, still bucking her hips, her pussy clenching on air.

A buzz sounded, and Seke brought a vibrating capsule between her legs and pressed it against her clit. She’d never seen such a thing before, and she flinched, fearing pain, but it brought only instantaneous pleasure. She jerked, thrusting toward it and throwing her head back against his shoulder.

He brought it slowly up and down her slit.

“Oh...oh!” she shrieked. “What are you doing?” Panic rang out in her voice.

Seke immediately took it away, and she sagged between his knees. “Does it hurt?”

“No—stars, no. Please, do it again.”

He didn’t require more encouragement, returning the little device to the apex of her sex, where he circled her clitoris with a slow-quick motion that drove her wild.

She gave a cry of excitement.

Seke moved the capsule to penetrate her pussy. When she pushed up at him, seeking more, he stood abruptly, still holding her around the waist, her feet dangling above the floor. With a quick movement, he carried her to the bed, forcing her down on her belly beneath him.

A thrill of heat surged from her core upward—the knowledge Seke was going to veck her. And she had no doubt about her interest in that action. She wanted him—desperately.

But instead of his cock nudging at her entrance, the vibrating capsule returned, his heavy erection still contained by his leggings pressing her welted ass down and forcing her pussy against the hard plastic he held in place.

She gave a choked cry as the device penetrated her, Seke’s pumping hips thrusting her pussy over it and back, the vibration setting every nerve ending on fire.

“Seke,” she cried out. “What are you—?” But she couldn’t finish the words. Her orgasm came hurtling over her, core clenching, bottom bucking against Seke’s contained cock.

She collapsed, taking the capsule deeper into her still-squeezing channel, her thighs shaking, body limp. “Seke,” she repeated again, knowing she was babbling and not able to stop herself.

She hadn’t orgasmed in years. Hadn’t masturbated or even considered sex after Johan died. Not until she’d met Seke. Now, the part of her she thought long dead, or at least broken, surged up, in perfect repair.

The capsule stopped vibrating, and Seke eased his weight off her and pulled it out. “As your master, I control everything. When you’re obedient, I’ll give you release.”

Maybe if he hadn’t just scrambled her mind with the most potent climax of her life, she would have contained her fury at those words. Maybe if she hadn’t assumed a closeness over what they’d just shared. But his words brought her reality crashing back down on her, and she suddenly hated herself for letting him please her.

With all the force she could muster, she twisted and aimed her heel at the bridge of his nose.

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Seke dodged the kick without thinking, but he should have let it fall. To wound Leora like that was unconscionable. She’d just given herself to him. Beautifully. Had just surrendered, allowed him to pleasure her, opened to receive everything he gave. It had been a vecking privilege to watch her go off. And because he’d felt so much more than he expected, because he should not have taken her that way—because even though it hadn’t been sex, it had been vecking close—he’d sought to justify it as something a master does. Not a lover. And he’d hurt his little human.

Veck.

If he could take it back, he would. But it wasn’t possible—he couldn’t apologize without undoing the training he’d worked all planet rotation to establish. And if he apologized, he would show his hand—his real feelings for her. And where would that get them? They were feelings he couldn’t act on. Not without breaking his vow of celibacy and debasing the memory of Becka. Not without breaking Zander’s word to Lamira. And Zandians didn’t break their vows.

No, it was better this way, even though seeing how he’d hurt Leora flayed him, gutted him like a sword to the chest.

He took control of her swiftly, capturing her wriggling body, cuffing her wrists together, then doing the same with her ankles to limit her wild fighting. He didn’t have it in him to punish her again. She’d been through enough already, and he couldn’t bear driving them further apart.

“In your cage, now, little one.” He forced a tender tone, even though anger and hate poured off her in waves.

“No,” she screamed, bucking and kicking as much as she could with the cuffs binding her.