His Human Vessel (Zandian Masters 5)

“She will not be bred,” he snapped too sharply, but neither lifted his eyes, which seemed to be locked on—veck.

The belt wrapping around her tunic had tugged free, and it gapped open, giving the males a clear shot of her incredible breasts.

He snatched up the edges and yanked it closed, which only succeeded in freeing the belt completely, so it dropped to the floor.

Bayla dropped to her knees to pick it up, twisting and arching to show her breasts off more as she used the hands pinned behind her back. When she rose,

she faltered crotch-level because—vecking hell!—both males sported enormous erections.

Fifty percent aroused. Fifty-five percent aroused.

Even if he hadn’t seen the flashing indicator on his cuff, he would have known. He recognized the scent of her arousal.

To make matters worse, Bayla made a show of herself, letting the tunic hang open while she struggled against her bonds to cover herself. Her lush naked body made the guards’ eyes nearly pop from their skulls.

Rage overtook him, even as his rational side analyzed the situation. Zandian male exhibits need to show dominance in the group and claim the lone female. He made mental notes to study his reaction later. Like Prince Zander, when Lamira was placed into his keeping, aggression and anger overtook Daneth’s logic.

He yanked the chain, nearly jerking her off her feet, and marched back toward his lab.

“Master Daneth,” she gasped, running to keep up with his long strides. “I dropped the belt.”

He didn’t vecking care. Some being would return the belt later. Right now, he needed to get her into his lab and away from every male in the pod.

He pressed his palm to the door to open it and yanked her into his office.

Breathless, cheeks flushed, she looked more beautiful than ever. He had to resist the urge to punish her mouth with his lips first. But no. Over his knee.

He dragged her to the examination bed and put one knee up on the footrest, bending her over his thigh with her torso resting on the bed.

“Bad. Girl.” He gripped her bound wrists and pushed them, with the tunic, up to the small of her back.

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Bad girl. The words made her belly flip. She’d known she irritated Daneth. She’d been trying for jealousy and had obviously succeeded. But the moment his hand started paddling her bare ass, she realized, as she had the previous planet rotation, she’d bitten off more than she could chew.

“Oh, ow,” she whimpered.

He paddled fast and hard. If it wasn’t his full strength, she shuddered to think what that would be, because his hand struck like wood. It was so much worse than the leather paddle had been. Each crack made her jump and flinch, but he held her tight, and other than prance in place and twist her head from side to side, there was nothing she could do to resist the terrible spanking.

She tried to breathe, to calm her body’s fight or flight reflex and resist the pain with each inhale and exhale, but it became increasingly harder.

His spanking hurt.

And even through the agony, her pussy wept with arousal. The butt plug jostled in her anus with each smack and something about the bare bottom position, the humility of the chastisement made it intimate, embarrassing, and deeply thrilling. She hated it and loved it all at the same time.

“Stop! Please, Master, I’m sorry!” she cried, certain she couldn’t take any more.

“I will not stop,” he snapped, spanking harder still, which she hadn’t believed possible. “I have punished you twice already for this behavior and I will. Not. Tolerate it.”

Stars danced before her eyes as she struggled for breath. “Please! It’s too hard! You’re spanking too hard.”

Unbelievably, that stopped him.

He stretched her cheeks up and out, like he was examining them for color and texture. “I am only spanking with my hand.” The anger had drained from his voice, which held a scientist’s curiosity now.

The moisture that she hadn’t had time to weep during the spanking stung her eyes. “Well, your hand is awful.” The tears in her voice made her sound pouty, and damn the doctor, he actually chuckled.

“Worse than the leather paddle?”