Zandian Pet (Zandian Masters 7)

It thrilled him to know she held the balance of his life in her hand, as much as it seemed to thrill her to be handled roughly by him. He thrust again, hammering her ass against the wall. “You’re going to let me do it again, though, aren’t you?”

It was unbelievably bold, but he’d made Zander’s fortune with his skill at reading beings. He knew when he was going to get his way. How he’d won this victory, he had no idea, but he’d won it.

Her lids drooped, full lips parted as her head lolled against the wall.

“I’ll take your pretty pussy this time, beautiful. It’s what I should’ve done in the first place, not that I ever meant to claim you at all. I swear on the one true Zandian star, my only goal was to get you out of there.”

She wrapped her fists around his horns, sending a jolt straight to his cock. “I believe you.” Her husky tone made him even wilder.

He thrust against her alluring heat again. “You didn’t wait to be rescued, though, did you, sweet female?” He nipped her neck. “You saved yourself. But you stole from me, naughty pet.”

She used his horns to bring his mouth down to hers. “You’ll have to punish me.”

Holy star of Zandia.

He picked her up, and she wrapped her other leg around his waist as he carried her to his chamber, where he slapped his palm against the scanner to open the door. Mouth locked onto hers, he saw nothing on the way to the sleepdisk. His fingers roughly squeezed her ass as he stumbled forward and launched them both horizontal.

He tore her leggings off and attached his mouth to her core, taking his first pull of what he’d been missing every minute since they’d parted the previous planet rotation. “Veck, yes, Mina. You taste so good.”

Her answering cry matched his urgency. She rubbed his horns, yanking his head tighter to her hot pussy. He suctioned his lips over her clit and sucked while she thrashed beneath him.

He broke his kiss. “You’re so wet for me.”

“Yes...yes,” she moaned.

“Too bad I can’t let you come.”

“Wh-what?” She leaned up on her elbows, her beautiful lavender skin flushed a shade of reddish purple, eyes glassy.

“This is punishment, remember?”

Her slow drink of breath went straight to his cock. Hell, the idea of punishing her went straight to his cock because, this time, he had her permission.

/> She wants this.

Nothing made him harder than the idea of Mina willingly placing herself in his hands. Offering that sweet ass up for the lick of his belt.

He yanked off his tunic and undershirt and threw them over his shoulder. Her clothing went next. He backed off the sleepdisk and grasped under her knees to yank her core to the edge of the bed. Right where he wanted it—no, needed it—when he finished punishing her.

He took his time unstrapping his sword belt, measuring the flicker of excitement in her eyes against the flinch of fear. Stars, if he saw any sign that his words or actions were too much, or that they threw her into distasteful memories, he would drive his dagger through his own hand. But she showed only interest, even encouragement.

He wrapped the belt around one hand and picked up her ankles with the other, holding them high. “What happened to the ring you stole, Mina?” He snapped the animal hide across her buttocks. He was relieved her skin showed no marks from the whipping he’d given her the previous planet rotation.

She jerked at the impact. “I traded it to a pilot to get here.”

He nodded. “That was a good use for it. But if you’d waited for me, I would’ve flown you.” He spanked her with the belt again.

She tightened her buttocks against the punishment. “I know,” she panted.

He stopped and raised an eyebrow. “You know? You knew? Why didn’t you wait, then?” He whipped her again. She jerked, her knees bending and making her bottom bob. He loved this position because he could make eye contact during her punishment.

“I don’t know,” she gasped, turning her head away, as if to avoid his gaze.

“Look at me.” He slapped the belt.

“Too much,” she gasped.

He stopped the belt mid-swing, jerking it back. “Too much, beautiful?”