Training His Human (Zandian Masters 3)

“Please,” she whispered. “Please, master. Please, Seke.”

“Look at me,” he ordered, standing in front of her again. He held her gaze as he whipped her pussy, once, two times, three. Five vecking times, and she didn’t move, held captive only by his beautiful amethyst stare. “Good girl,” he breathed as if in awe. “Now your breasts.” He slapped her right breast from the outside then backhanded it to whip the inside. One more swing and he spanked the underside.

Her eyes smarted from the pain, and her pussy throbbed and ached.

Seke gave her left breast the same treatment then dropped the strap and shoved his leggings down so he could grip his cock.

She wanted that cock, needed it inside her so desperately. It was huge—bigger, even, than she’d imagined. Her mouth watered, looking at it. She wanted to take it in her mouth, to offer him pleasure.

“How many times did you climax while I was gone?” he demanded. He looked fierce now, like the warrior he was, even while fisting his cock in his hand.

“Two,” she whimpered. “But they…”

He stroked his hand up the length of his cock and down, eyes growing darker purple, nostrils flaring. “But?”

“They weren’t good…didn’t satisfy.” She licked her lips, watching his slow, deliberate movements.

“No,” he growled. “That’s because you were being naughty. Naughty humans don’t get satisfaction.” He stroked up and down a little faster, and she began to fear he wasn’t planning on giving her that cock, that this was all a big tease.

“You said if I—”

He flashed a dark grin. “Your master will satisfy you. After he satisfies himself.”

She closed her eyes, willing her breathing to calm down, reining in her desperate need.

He pumped faster now, a glimmer of precum glistening and slicking the way. “Don’t you ever, ever touch yourself without my permission.” He spoke through gritted teeth, his cock straining and thick beneath the beating of his fist. “You don’t orgasm unless I allow it. And you never orgasm without me there. Understand?”

“Yes, master, yes,” she agreed, as frenzied and excited to see his release as she was to earn her own.

He came, showering her belly and thighs with his luminescent rainbow-swirled cum as he threw his head back and roared.

“Yes...yes, master,” she encouraged, dancing closer to him, arms still suspended from the ceiling. She reached out her legs to wrap around his waist and bring that beautiful cock against her hot core. But he deflected her attempt, pushing her back and shoving his cock down inside his leggings.

“Seke…”

He gripped her hips, sliding his hands down the outsides of her thighs as he sank to his knees.

One lick of her pussy and her internal muscles started to quake.

“Does my little human need to come?”

“Yes,” she panted. “Yes, master. Please.”

He dragged his tongue up and down her slit and sucked on her swollen clit. At the same time, he gripped both her buns with his hands and squeezed. She tightened on the plug still stretching her anus as he ground in the pain of the previous whipping, all the while sucking and licking her straight to ecstasy.

“Seke, oh no! Oh please! Oh, dear, sweet Mother Earth.”

Somehow her legs had hooked over his shoulders, and her thighs now clamped around his ears. He found the plug in her ass and pumped it in and out while his tongue performed a kind of magic she hadn’t known possible.

She screamed, thrusting herself against his mouth. He locked on her clit, sucking so hard she thought he might pull it off, all the while still pumping the plug in her ass. She screamed and screamed, kicking his back with her heels, her trembling thighs opening and closing spasmodically as wave after glorious wave of climax bucked through her. Lights danced behind her eyes, blinding her. She lost all sense of herself—where her body ended and his began. Where she was, what they were doing. She rode the glorious release until the last tremor had shaken through her and she was left hanging from the rope, body sagging between her suspended wrists and her knees, where they were slung over his shoulders.

He released her clit from his suctioned hold and lapped her a few times with his wide tongue, soothing away the tenderness.

She whimpered, an achy sob of release coming out of her throat.

Seke stood, lifting her with him, shifting one of her thighs over his head to hold her cradled in his arms. “Release clip, release cuffs.” The cuffs detached from the rope and sprang apart. He carried her to the sleepdisk and laid her on her back, lifting her ankles in the air.

“Relax for me, sweet girl.” He tugged on the butt plug.