His Human Vessel (Zandian Masters 5)

her breath.

Would he kiss her? Release her bonds? Breed with her?

She stretched her neck trying to reach him. And then screamed because he’d flicked on the terrible, wonderful vibration again. “Master!”

His mouth covered hers, swallowing her next scream. He pumped the vibrator in and out of her stretched pussy while his tongue mimicked the movement in her mouth, taking her, claiming her, punishing her with each sweep, each thrust.

White-hot pressure built to the bursting point, and she exploded, orgasm rocking through her, lifting her hips from the table, though the action tightened and twisted her fully flexed knees. Her eyes squeezed tight, she screamed unintelligible words, and Daneth drew back and slapped one of her breasts, hard.

The orgasm went on and on.

He slapped her other breast, and she wept and moaned. The squeeze and release of her climax passed, but Daneth didn’t remove the vibrating phallus, didn’t stop looking at her with that cruel smirk.

“Master,” she moaned. “Master, please. No more. I’m a sorry girl. I’m such a sorry girl. I’ll be your good girl, I promise. I’ll never show my breasts again.”

“No. You won’t.” His voice sounded flinty, matching the hardened lines of his face. Was the strain due to desire? The enormous bulge of his cock tented his pants and lab coat. “You will never, ever try to make me jealous again. Nor will you show your breasts. You will not be permitted out of my lab or chamber without full covering on your body.”

She wanted to remind him that she had requested panties the previous planet rotation and he’d been the one to refuse, but she didn’t dare.

“You will not cocktease me. And if you ever cocktease other males on this pod again, you will never be allowed out of this lab or my chamber again. Understood?”

She bobbed her head. “Yes, Master. Please stop.”

He kept her under his cool consideration, not moving.

“Please? Please, Master.”

“I like hearing you beg so much more than I ever imagined I would.” He slapped her breast. “What I don’t like?” Another slap. “Seeing you aroused by other males.”

Her face flushed with heat, and the urge to cry returned as the reason for his anger suddenly became clear. “I wasn’t aroused by other males,” she pleaded. “I wasn’t.”

He pinched each of her nipples between a thumb and forefinger and twisted until she screamed.

“Please, Master!”

“Don’t lie to me. I embedded sensors in your inner walls to measure your level of excitement. I will always know.”

Tears spilled, only because she knew it was true but didn’t want it to be. She didn’t want him to be hurt by her arousal by other males. She’d been teasing for him, not them. She shook her head, the back of her hair rubbing on the table covering. “No, no, no, no,” she moaned. “It-it wasn’t my fault. My body responded—it’s the drugs. Not my fault.”

Daneth released her nipples abruptly. “Perhaps it wasn’t your fault,” he conceded. “That much you can’t control, can you, little slave?”

She shook her head. “No, Master.”

He brought the backs of his fingers to her cheek and stroked, showing signs of mercy, though he still hadn’t stopped the incessant vibration.

“Please?” she begged.

“Please, what?”

“Please, Master?”

He waited—apparently that wasn’t the add-on he desired.

“Please take it out,” she croaked. “Please don’t be angry anymore. Please...hold me.” She bit her lip, wishing those words hadn’t tumbled out. She averted her gaze to the window as another tear tracked along the side of her nose.

The vibrator stopped. Daneth removed it and the anal plug, leaving her feeling empty and wrung out. “What does hold me mean?”

“Nothing,” she answered quickly. “Never mind, Master.”