Training His Human (Zandian Masters 3)

She tightened instinctively instead.

“Exhale. Open. Give it to your master.” His encouraging commands made it easy to let go, and she focused on keeping her bottom relaxed so he could remove the large plug.

It stretched her too wide as it came out, and she whined, but then it was gone. Her body felt empty, battered, well-used.

Content.

~.~

Seke stared down at his ravished slave. Her knees had fallen open when he’d released her ankles, and her arms were flung over her head, hair a wild halo around her. Her flushed cheeks made the green of her shining eyes even brighter.

Vecking beautiful.

The trust she’d exhibited had been beyond his expectations and had produced the most powerful sense of dedication to her. He’d protect her above anything—or anyone—else at this moment. Even his prince.

He brought his thumb to stroke slowly along her slit—not to arouse, just to caress.

Her inner thighs tensed and quivered, green eyes flashed to his, questioning. But trusting.

He vecking loved seeing that trust there.

“Beautiful female.” He trailed a finger around one nipple, tracing the red lines left by the strap. “You please me.”

He’d known it would be hard to train Leora. Hard because his attraction to her was powerful and the punishment required would be arousing to her.

But he hadn’t known how much he would vecking adore seeing her come undone and knowing he’d been the one to bring her over the edge. He hadn’t known how much he would enjoy hearing her call him master, or seeing the moment when she chose to trust and obey. That moment he’d swung the strap between her legs and she’d held them wide for him had meant vecking everything to him. Her submission and trust made him feel whole and virile and strong.

He leaned over and rubbed his cum into her skin. He stroked both hands up her sides to cradle her breasts. “Such a good girl.” Stroked a hand along her back to cup her ass. Down her thighs. He stroked her all over, savoring the

feel of her soft, smooth skin, the way her flesh still trembled beneath it, her purring noises as he did it.

How much longer would it take him to train her? For instant obedience at his every command, for her to show deference and respect, to look to him for orders and answers?

Not long enough, he feared.

Because now that he had her, he didn’t want to give her up.

But that was foolish. He couldn’t possibly maintain a relationship like this. She’d tempt him into breaking his vow too quickly. Veck, he’d already half-broken it today by coming all over her.

“So tell me, little one, why the fit over the cage last night?”

He kicked himself for it because she stiffened and pushed herself to sit, wariness returning to her face. Scooping her up by the armpits, he lifted her to wrap her legs around his waist and carried her over to a hoverchair, where he sat with her naked body agonizingly close to his.

“What part bothers you—being locked up or the confined space?”

A little shiver ran through her, but she sat up, her beautiful back sleek and straight as she met his gaze. “A little of both, I suppose. Despite my slave status, I haven’t endured much of either. On the agrifarm, we lived in a tent and worked outdoors. I don’t even like being confined in this pod, particularly, beautiful though it is.”

Of course. He should have guessed. He stroked his palm up her back. “Thank you for sharing that with me. So let’s see if we can get you over your fear of it.”

She lurched as if to climb off his lap, but he held her fast.

“Why shouldn’t you conquer your fear of the cage? If you’ve mastered every punishment I can give you, you have nothing to fear from me.”

It was a mistake—he’d fallen back on training her like a pupil, a student of the battle arts, not a slave. He wanted to give her tools to overcome her fears, to master her heart in adversity. Keeping another being, especially one he cared about, in weakness, in fear, went against a lifetime of training.

Her pale-green eyes narrowed.

He shrugged. “You’ve already mastered the spankings. They arouse you, so long as they’re not too harsh.”