“What are you sorry for, pet?”
“Whatever I did to offend!”
He laughed but didn’t stop his steady onslaught. “I don’t require a reason to spank you, other than that you have a perfect ass and my palm loves to show its appreciation. If I were to punish you, it would be for shredding all my control every time I see you.” He spanked her even harder, slowing his cadence. “But you must like to see me undone, don’t you, sweet female? Isn’t that why you goad me into it every time?” He caught her on the backs of her thighs, and she yelped. “Isn’t it?”
“Yes!” she blurted.
He stopped and rubbed her twitching buttocks. The heady power of sexual domination flowed through him, and with it came a swooping appreciation for the female who’d given her submission. Beautiful, brave female. His.
He wrapped his fist in her hair and pushed her head down until her chest and head hit the floor, ass still high in the air. “You’re lucky I don’t have any lubricant with me, or I’d fuck your little red ass raw, pet.”
She whimpered.
“Give me that pussy.”
She spread her knees wider, arched her back like the perfect pet. If he thought too much about it, he might grow enraged by the fact she’d been trained this way by some other male, but all that really mattered was that she surrendered herself—willingly—to him.
He rubbed the head of his cock over her slit, satisfied to find her still dripping for him. Not that he would’ve had a problem with applying his tongue there for hours if she needed it.
He sank into her sweetness. “Naughty pet, destroying your master with his need for you.”
She gave a choked cry as he shoved hard and held her from flying forward by the hair.
“You need me to veck you hard, pet? Need my Zandian cock filling you until you can’t take any more?”
“Yes,” she cried.
He let out a string of Zandian curses and beat his cock into her. Stars swam in his vision. His thighs tensed, balls lifted and tightened. He roared, pounding against her ass as his rainbow cum shot into her.
When his vision cleared, and he took in the sight of his little female, collapsed and trembling beneath him, he scrambled off her and scooped her into his arms.
Oh excrement. He’d gone way too far again, hadn’t he?
But Mina laid her head on his shoulder and gave a contented hum.
Thank the stars.
He carried her into the tiny washroom and set her on her feet in the old-fashioned manual washtube. He turned on a warm spray of water and shucked his clothes to join her.
His poor female leaned against the wall as if her legs wouldn’t hold her. He squirted a handful of cleanser in his palm and rubbed it over her, exploring every curve, every crevice, earning more happy humming from his female.
When he’d thoroughly cleaned her, he turned off the water and wrapped her in a soft towel.
“How do you feel, pet? Are you sore?”
Her pretty lips curved. “Yes.”
“Sorry for what you incited?”
“No.” She shook her head, and his heart twirled in a triple pirouette.
He stroked her cheek with the backs of his fingers. “Good. That will help assuage my guilt.”
“Too bad. I like you guilty.” Head held high, smirking, she sashayed past him, leaving him staring after her once again.
Chapter Five
Mina grew nervous about her father’s reaction to her plan as they docked on Zandian Freedom, the ugly training pod. “Where did you get this thing?” she asked to distract herself. Industrial and gray, the metal structure was clearly more utilitarian than homey.