Training His Human (Zandian Masters 3)

Her internal muscles started to quiver around his fingers. He withdrew them, leaving her panting, desperate. A sharp slap on the ass made her cry out.

“Did I?”

“No, master,” she gasped, desperate to say the right thing, to please him so he would return to touching her. She’d been so close.

He slid his fingers over her slit again, pinched her clit.

“Ugh!” she groaned. “Please. Please, master.”

“Vecking stars, I like it when you beg, beautiful human.” He spun her around to face him.

She wobbled on her feet, knees weak with desir

e, eyes glassy and unfocused. She licked her lips suddenly hungry for him to take her mouth the way he’d claimed the rest of her.

But he didn’t. He picked up her wrists and clasped them together, then pulled them high, yanking down a cord she hadn’t noticed hanging from the ceiling, and clipping her to it. He tugged until it lifted her arms straight in the air above her head.

“I’m going to have to punish you, little one.” His heavy breathing and dark eyes betrayed excitement, not anger.

Her nipples pebbled up, pointing toward him as much as his horns leaned toward her. He rummaged through the box of implements and produced a soft leather strap.

Her eyes went wide, and she danced away from him as he approached. Her poor bottom could not take a spanking with that—she was sure of it.

He slapped it against his palm as if testing its weight. “I know your bottom is too sore, beautiful. I’m going to find other places to spank.”

“Seke,” she whimpered. “No.”

He stroked his free hand down her side, resting it at her hip. “Open your legs wide, Leora, so I can punish that naughty pussy of yours.”

She made a little sound of protest, but when he nudged her bare feet apart, she obeyed the command. She realized her excitement outweighed her fear. Seke had been careful with her, even when delivering the horrible whipping last night. This would not be nearly so bad, whatever it was he had in mind.

He rolled most of the strap around his fist until he’d shortened it to no more than a hand’s length.

He struck lightly, slapping the leather against one of her breasts, kissing her skin with the leather.

She shrieked and danced away, spinning around the rope connected to her wrists. It hadn’t hurt so much as it frightened her. In reality, only a light sting and warmth remained where he’d struck her.

“No, no.” The correction was soft, patient. His hands steadied her, planted on her hips to hold her still. “Open your legs.”

She didn’t move, her breath rising and falling in short pants, body trembling.

He brushed her hair back from her face and caressed her cheek with his thumb. “Be a good girl, Leora. Open your legs and stay in position, and I will give you the release you still crave.”

She flushed, embarrassed he read her so easily. Did he know how many times she’d tried to satisfy that itch while he was away? Drowning in the liquid violet pools of his eyes, she drew a shaky breath and obeyed, widening her stance.

He offered a slight smile. “That’s it, little one. Good girl.” And then he struck her squarely between the legs with the leather strap.

She screamed, but his hand shot out to her waist, held her steady.

“Don’t move,” he murmured, catching her gaze once more.

The sting had already faded to a hectic buzz, desire swirling and pulsing beneath it all.

“I’m responsible for your orgasms, Leora.” He snapped the strap up again. She screamed in her throat but held still. “You will never, ever orgasm without me present.” Another spank to her pussy.

She moaned and leaned against the ropes. The pain had morphed into molten need.

He whipped up one inner thigh with short, measured slaps. Whipped down the other. When a drip of her arousal landed on the back of his hand, he looked up, appeared almost as wild as she felt. Would he veck her now? She needed him to.