His Human Vessel (Zandian Masters 5)

She went still.

Good. He didn’t want to have to punish her, though he’d already threatened it. But, already, she seemed better trained and more obedient than the prince’s mate had been. Of course, Bayla had been house trained to service males.

For some reason, that idea made him grit his teeth.

Odd. It wasn’t like him to experience emotions of any kind. Would he become as possessive and jealous as Prince Zander had? Perhaps something in the human genome activated some emotional center in the Zandians. It might make an interesting study in the future.

He palpated along the front wall of her cavity, using the hand outside her to press down on her belly. “No irregularities. Wall thickness normal.”

His cuff blinked her climbing arousal rate. She’d gone from 30 percent to 70. Her breath had quickened, making those exquisite breasts move up and down.

His cock swelled in his pants.

Perhaps he should test her sexual response rate. He would need to know if she couldn’t orgasm, as it could affect the implantation.

He withdrew his fingers and reinserted them.

Bayla’s eyes widened, and her pretty red lips parted in surprise.

His thumb found her clit, and he rubbed it as he scooped his digits in and out of her.

Her tiny cry turned his cock rock hard. Her breath rate sped up even more, her soft belly fluttering up and down while her thighs tightened in the restraints.

He pumped quick and fast, making short thrusts inside her, sliding his thumb over her clit every time.

Ninety percent aroused.

When she moaned, he switched up the rhythm, reaching deep inside her to find the nerve bundle on her inner wall that connected with the clitoris. She cried out, sounding almost agonized, but his cuff blinked 100 percent aroused.

Her walls contracted around his fingers, squeezing and pulsing so hard it almost pained him not to have his cock inside her instead.

“Healthy orgasmic function.” His voice sounded lower to his ears as he spoke the report.

He waited until her shudders subsided then eased out and disposed of the glove. Without thinking, he brushed a lock of hair from her eyes. The gesture seemed easy and natural, though he’d never had a female of his own. Bayla was not his mate, but he supposed a desire to care for her made sense, as she was his responsibility. He required her health and well-being for his project.

Bayla licked her lips. They were dry.

Veck. He should have noticed that earlier.

“You wanted to use your cock inside me, instead, didn’t you?”

Her words sent an unpleasant jolt of shame through him, as if he’d been caught masturbating by a teacher or some other such scenario. Anger followed close behind.

“You will remain silent unless you’re spoken to,” he snapped.

“Your cock is hard for me,” she murmured, wriggling against her bonds and somehow managing to look like the most exotic creature in the galaxy. Already, the scent of her arousal had filled the room, affecting him like a drug.

“Enough.” Control slipped from him, like she had somehow become his master, though she was the one naked and bound. If she pushed any more, he would snap. He would veck that inviting pussy into oblivion and back.

And that was absolutely wrong. Being out of control with his slave would cloud his judgment. The survival of his species depended on him having a clear head with Bayla.

“What are you afraid of, Master?”

He gritted his teeth and fetched a leather paddle from the box of implements he’d ordered in preparation of owning a slave. “Release ankle cuffs,” he command

ed, and the rings that held her ankle cuffs to the bed sprang free. He picked up her feet and pulled them high into the air, exposing her backside and the swollen lips of her sex.

Smack. He brought the leather paddle down crisply across her buttocks. “I told you not to speak out of turn.” He slapped her again. The leather was pliable and thin enough to leave a surface sting without causing much damage. He considered it to be the lightest implement of punishment in his arsenal, apart from his hand.