His Human Vessel (Zandian Masters 5)

It wasn’t anything new. Every slave master demanded the same, and yet, from him, it sounded halfway exciting. Perhaps that was only because she was naked and immobilized when he gave the pronouncement. What orders would she have to obey?

“Will I be sexually serving you?”

The doctor’s brows flew up, and he dropped the test tube he’d been shaking. It rolled under her bed.

Had she flustered him?

He bent to pick it up, and, when he stood, he’d composed his face. “That won’t be nec—” His eyes fell on her mouth and stayed there. She swore his horns stiffened and tilted in her direction. He cleared his throat. “No.” His voice sounded thick.

Her gaze dropped to his crotch, where the bulge of his cock seemed to grow for her.

When he noticed her focus, annoyance flashed over his face and his shoulders stiffened. He turned back to the counter, where he appeared to be running tests on her blood samples.

So. Her hot alien master found her attractive. To her surprise, that pleased her. Was it because he didn’t seem to welcome the attraction? For the first time, she had a bit of leverage on a master. He may not want to act on his attraction, but, as a breeder, she’d be

en trained to satisfy, and she had no doubt she’d get him to cave.

Based on the way her nipples stood up as she contemplated her seduction, she doubted pleasing him would be much of a hardship.

He muttered to himself in what sounded like a voice log of her test results. “Estrodial, 25 to 75 picograms per milliliter, progesterone...”

“Will I sleep in your bed?” She began her cock-tease.

He whirled, his skin turning a darker purple. When his gaze fell on her erect nipples, he blinked rapidly. He referenced the cuff he wore on his arm, which had some kind of readout. “That idea arouses you?”

What did that cuff tell him? She hated having her game turned back on her. She shrugged, affecting cool indifference. “Not particularly.”

He tilted his head, studying her. She didn’t love his attention, this time, though, because it was definitely more curious scientist than interested male. “I understand humans have a different sense of truth than my species, but this is your first and only warning. I will punish every lie.”

Something tightened in her belly and loosened between her legs. Heat uncoiled there, swirling and pulsing.

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Beautiful as she was, Daneth hadn’t expected to be turned on by his new slave. She was his test subject, nothing more. He’d examined both the prince’s human mate and her mother without having any physical reaction to their nudity or inherent femininity, but this one...this one was different.

Just the sight of her sprawled out on his table, her dark brown hair fanned out around her head in glossy waves, sapphire blue eyes mesmerized, made his pulse quicken. She had a full, wide mouth, designed to suck a male’s cock. Her lush body was soft in all the right places. Ample breasts to feed a baby. Wide hips would carry the larger Zandian young easily.

Unlike Lamira and her mother, who had been half-starved on the agrifarm where they’d worked, Bayla had been kept inactive and given decent nutrition—everything necessary to make her an excellent breeder. He’d chosen her exactly for this reason. He’d run a search on the genes of every being in the galaxy, and she came up as the best suited for his project.

But those full ripe breasts taunted him now. He longed to weigh them in his hands, squeeze her nipples and test whether he could bring her to orgasm through breast stimulation alone. Though he hadn’t had practical experience in over twenty solar cycles, and even then, very little, he’d studied up on the arousal and sexual satisfaction of human females. He’d shown Zander how to pleasure his female.

It didn’t help that she actually seemed to desire his sexual interest. He could only attribute it to the fertility drugs she’d been on for the past six solar cycles, since she’d been placed on a human breeding farm.

Still, he needed to maintain a distance from her. She was his subject for the most important experiment of his life. He would not complicate things by seeking pleasure from her. While he was sure it wouldn’t happen to him, he’d seen the way his stoic ruler, Prince Zander, had been utterly changed when placed in contact with his human mate, Lamira. Normally calm and rational, Zander had become as emotional as his human female, easily angered and jealous. So had Seke, the Zandian Master at Arms, when he’d mated Lamira’s mother Leora. Even Lundric, their chief of security, had killed a human over his new mate, Cambry. It would be important for him to maintain his rational sensibility with Bayla.

But now, as his cuff reported her arousal levels growing by the second, he had to force back the foreign sensation of lust. Why did she lie about her arousal? It didn’t make sense to him. “Bayla, you need not fear me if you tell the truth. I am a fair master and you are safe here.”

She struggled with her restraints.

He touched her shoulder, steeling himself against the softness of her skin, the scent of her arousal. “Be at ease. I don’t wish you to hurt yourself. Your examination is not yet done.” He snapped on a set of protective gloves, the best money could buy. The fit was so tight and the protection so thin, he should be able to sense everything as if his hands were bare. He rubbed two fingers over her slit, seeking the entrance.

They tucked easily inside her.

“Natural lubrication present and plentiful,” he reported to the data recorder on his cuff.

Her breath quickened, and she squirmed beneath him.

He frowned and gave a quick shake of his head.