His Human Vessel (Zandian Masters 5)

Daneth groaned like his finish pained him. He pulled out, pulled back, out of breath. With one quick movement, he flipped her to her belly. The position of her arms pained her—they were pulled up too high.

“Master, please—my arms.”

He must have recognized her dilemma because he instantly commanded her cuffs release. “Give me your hands.”

She obeyed and he clipped her cuffs together at the small of her back. Then he shoved a bolster pillow under her hips, lifting her ass.

She thought he might spank her again, but he parted her cheeks and dropped a blob of slippery lubricant between her cheeks.

“Did you think if you offered me your pussy, your ass would be safe from me?”

Unsure if he wanted a real answer to that question, she kept her mouth shut.

“No, I’m going to veck this little ass until every part of you knows I’ve been there. That I own this ass.” He slapped her thighs open. “And this naughty pussy.” He delivered a series of quick spanks to her swollen, still-pulsing pussy.

She heard the smack of him lubricating his cock. How he managed to get it hard again so quickly, she couldn’t imagine.

He pushed both her cheeks wide, and the head of his cock nudged her back entrance. A shiver of fear and excitement ran through her. “Afraid of me, Bayla?” His voice was low and wicked, as if he savored such a thing.

“A-a little.” She was, but only in a make-believe way. Daneth would never truly harm her body. He would never damage her. Hadn’t he unclipped her wrists when she whined?

“This is how you learn surrender,” he growled, breaching her tight entrance.

She willed her muscles to relax, to accept his full malehood, his dominance.

He filled her too full with his cock, so thick and long. He stretched her and used her, pulling at the top of her pelvis to angle it up, exactly the way he wanted it. He gripped her bound wrists and used them for leverage.

She moaned and yowled like an animal in heat. “Take me, take my ass,” she babbled, pleading for what, she didn’t know. “I’m your bad girl. I’ve been such a bad girl.”

“Yes,” he snarled, but she noticed his movements were far more careful this time. He didn’t take her roughly, the way he had when she’d been on her back. Though he filled her beyond what was comfortable, he kept his strokes even and straight, didn’t shove or jerk erratically.

He lowered his body over hers, one hand wriggling under her pelvis to cup her mons. Two of his fingers plunged into her wet heat. “You wish I was here instead, don’t you?” His gravelly voice was right at her ear.

“Y-yes. No. I-I don’t know.”

He continued to pound her ass. “You don’t know?” The heel of his hand ground into her clit as he pushed a third finger inside her. “You know you deserve my cock in your ass, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she gasped, stars already exploding in her vision. Daneth owned her body completely. If he’d turned her inside out, he couldn’t have owned her more. He owned her ass, her pussy, her clit, her ears. He owned her mind. Her heart.

Yes, Daneth had truly put her heart in chains the day he’d collared her.

“I already came once. Do you know what that means?”

“No,” she gasped, her body vibrating—trembling with the oncoming climax.

“It means I can veck your ass all. Planet. Rotation.” He thrust extra deep on the last words and undulated the hand cupping her mons.

She went off like a turbo blaster, pussy squeezing his fingers in waves, ass still stretched wide open. “I’m sorry,” she sobbed, maybe not truthfully. Sorry she had disobeyed or disappointed, not sorry for the most intense orgasm of her life. Not sorry for the climax still rippling through her tender body.

Daneth bit her neck and continued working her pussy and pumping into her ass until his legs shook and he buried deep and stayed. When his cock stopped pulsing, he covered h

er body with his, draping her with his warmth. “Intoxicating human,” he groaned. “How can you have such a hold on me? I can’t be near you without losing all control.”

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Daneth managed to separate his body from Bayla’s, which seemed a far more difficult task than it should be. It was as if their bodies had melded together, becoming not two separate beings, but a third unrecognizable beast.

He hadn’t meant to veck her so brutally. Hadn’t meant to veck her at all. In fact, he hadn’t wanted to see her again. Not until he’d controlled his temper. Not until he’d forgiven her.