Training His Human (Zandian Masters 3)

She desperately wanted clothing. What she’d tolerated due to shock the previous planet rotation now seemed an even higher penance to pay, but there was nothing for it. With her chin lifted, she stepped out of the washroom and walked to where Seke sat, busy at his calculations.

He ignored her for a moment, but when he turned, she saw the effect of her closeness, or more likely, her nudity on him. His sexy horns thickened and tilted in her direction, eyes glowed, changing color. Even his skin seemed to darken. She longed to touch that purple skin. Did it feel like a

human’s? It was hairless, as far she could tell. Except for the dark closely-shorn hair on his head.

He reached out and rested his huge hands on her hips, drawing her forward between his knees. “How did you sleep?”

She flushed, not expecting him to be solicitous. “Well, thank you.” She lowered her eyes, fidgeting with her cuffs.

“I need to examine your posterior.” Before she could protest, he’d hauled her forward over one of his long thighs. Her legs parted for his knee, bottom raised, toes leaving the floor.

She stifled a gasp, shocked at the pressure of his hard thigh on her clit. She rocked her pelvis, grinding the sensitive nub against his leg, sparks of pleasure shooting off behind her eyes. Apparently her traitorous body had not lessened its wanton attraction to Seke during the night.

He ran his large palm over her sore bottom, and the tactile reminder of what that palm had delivered the previous planet rotation—his firm-handed spankings, the butt plug, the whipping—had her grinding again, harder this time.

He stroked her with both hands, one on each cheek, up and down, kneading and massaging. “You like your inspection, don’t you, little human?”

“No.” She sounded like a petulant child and a liar.

He popped her on the ass with a quick spank. “I will not tolerate lies, beautiful female, and I know you don’t want a spanking on this already sore bottom, do you?”

He waited when she didn’t answer.

“No, master,” she finally forced herself to say.

“Good girl. First we must deal with your defiance last night.” He parted her butt cheeks.

She flinched at the vulnerability of it.

He gave her ass another pop—not hard, more like a warning. Something liquid dribbled down her crack, and Seke rubbed an oil or lubricant over her anus. “You’re going to wear this plug and spend an hour in the cage as punishment. If you accept it without protest, I will consider your slate wiped clean.”

Something smooth and round probed her most private hole. The tail again? No, she didn’t feel the hairs brushing her legs.

“Deep breath in.” Stars. Seke’s deep rumbling voice seemed to go inside her and speak to every cell.

Her body obeyed without her command.

“Exhale.”

She tensed, failing to exhale.

He waited.

Realizing she hadn’t followed instructions, she slowly blew out her breath. Seke pushed the plug in, stretching her wide. She whimpered but inhibited her urge to resist, remembering tightening against the intrusion would only cause discomfort. Instead, she focused on relaxing, exhaling again, allowing Seke to insert the—veck! Vecking thick plug inside her.

Once he’d pushed the widest portion of the plug through, it seated easily, a cool metal handle applying pressure against her back hole, held open by the neck of the plug.

“Seke.” She literally had never whined before in her life. It wouldn’t have been tolerated by any Ocretion, but the tone carried from her lips now, shaping his name into pleading.

“Good, little human.” He patted her bottom, which jiggled her ass, and hence the plug inside her.

She bit back the moan on her lips.

“On your feet, sweet girl. Into your cage.”

Her face burned with humiliation when he righted her and wiggled the plug in her ass where she stood fully bared to him.

“I didn’t think I’d like to see you this way.” His voice sounded clogged, even deeper than usual. He brought his hand to the swelling bulge of his erection in his trousers and gave it a quick stroke. “I didn’t think I’d want to see you debased.” Another stroke, and his eyes rolled back a little in his head.