Zandian Pet (Zandian Masters 7)

Well, what else was he going to do in here with her, if not let her suck his cock?

He snatched her arm and hauled her across his lap, landing a slap on her perfectly rounded buttocks.

It was a mistake. The moment she was in position, so much of her bare flesh in contact with his body, her perfect pussy in view between her slender legs, he went wild.

He’d only meant to inspect her backside, make sure he hadn’t done too much damage with the wicked tawse, but now he couldn’t help his hand from lifting and falling, smacking her round globes with gusto.

His cock shoved against her hip, aching for release and this was the only way he could think to get it, without actually taking it out and vecking her every orifice. Twice.

So he spanked her, hard and fast, loving the way her bottom bounced and bobbed over his lap, the little cries she made. She wore nothing but a collar and a fluffy blue tail attached to a plug in her ass, which danced and wagged with each smack of his palm.

One of her hands curled around his ankle to stabilize herself, and the touch made his cock surge against his flight pants.

“Please,” she squeaked in Zandian, sending a wild glance over her shoulder.

“Hush, slave,” he barked in Ocretion, the commonly spoken language in the galaxy. They were putting on a show. No need to have their audience activate translators, even if it was highly unlikely for his language to be an option.

He checked his gleeful aggression, running his hand lightly over the welts on her ass. They should heal quickly, although her body was petite, like her sister’s, from living away from the nourishment of Zandian crystal energy.

The scent of her arousal had grown stronger, as if she, too, found spanking to be an acceptable substitute for sex. He gripped the base of the tail and twisted it. She moaned, and her thighs fell open in an invitation for his touch.

His fingers arrived at the cleft between her legs before he even knew he meant to stroke her there. Her pussy dripped with moisture, the plump folds of her sex parted for his fingers. He circled her clit. With his other hand, he pulled the plug out, stretching her around it, then plunged it back in.

She cried out, her fingernails digging into his ankle.

Stars, she liked it. She was so easy to pleasure.

Never, in all his solar cycles of stopping at Prium’s during breeding season, had he experienced a female like this. So responsive, so accepting of anything he tried.

Of course, he’d never had a Zandian before.

And he couldn’t, now. It would be against her free will.

But giving her pleasure wouldn’t be a sin, would it? She deserved release after the terrible whipping he’d given her. After the way he’d continued to punish her with his hand.

He shoved two fingers into her sopping channel as he vecked her ass with the tail plug.

When she spread wider for him, her muscles tightening around his fingers, anus squeezing around the tail, he grew desperate for the taste of her. He pulled his fingers out of her and grasped her hips, lifting them into the air and rearranging her so she straddled him. Her torso rested on his legs, fingers splaying on the floor.

Tucking his hands under her thighs, he lifted her dripping cunt to his mouth and licked into her.

Veck, yes.

Home.

She bucked against his mouth as he tongued her honeyed slit, affixed his lips over her little clit, and sucked the stiff bud. He sucked her outer lips, nipped them. Made his tongue stiff and penetrated her with it.

She squirmed and whimpered, desperation pitching her cries higher.

He lowered her hips back onto his lap, her legs splayed wide around his torso, pussy opened to him, ass straight up. In this new, enticing position, he delivered another half dozen spanks. Then he shoved his thumb into her pussy and pumped the plug again.

“Naughty pet,” he rumbled. “Now you’re getting your little red ass fucked.” He used the Ocretion word for sex, instead of the Zandian term.

“Y-yes,” she warbled, squirming and humping his lap, her nails digging into his ankle.

“You’re lucky I don’t fuck it with my big cock, instead.” Stars, he’d lost his filter. Or was this part of the act? He wasn’t sure anymore. The lines blurred into a mess of color and sensation.

“Please,” she whimpered. “Please fuck me with your big, Zandian cock.”