Zandian Pet (Zandian Masters 7)

Mina stifled a scream, but she couldn’t have been afraid because, instead of running away, she lunged for him, wrapping her arms around his waist from behind. “You’re angry.”

He punched the wall a second time. “Yes.” A muscle jumped along his neck.

She must have felt it because she released him and stepped back.

He turned and followed, picking her up by the waist and pressing her against the wall, her feet dangling above the floor. “No. Not angry. I’m vecking terrified.”

They breathed together, nose to nose, both of them angry. Both of them needy. Her nipples brushed against his ribs, pointy and hard, even through their clothing.

“I never, never go into a negotiation with something to lose. That’s my personal rule. I

broke it at Prium’s trying to buy you, and that was bad enough. But this? This is sending you to your vecking death. How do you think I’ll be able to stand it?”

~.~

The fight went out of Mina in a whoosh.

Erick sounded too broken for her to resent his overstep. Her male was afraid for her. He needed soothing. If he wanted to let off steam on her ass, she’d take it. Hell, they’d both enjoy it, she knew with complete certainty.

“Put me down,” she rasped, her lips almost up against his.

Although he was twice as strong as she—and angry—she knew she still held the reins. He eased his grip on her, letting her feet slide back to the ground.

Slowly, holding his gaze, she peeled her tunic off over her head.

His lids dropped, relief and lust mingling behind his eyes, quickening his breath. She cupped her breasts, squeezing and lifting them. Weighing them in each hand.

In a flash, Erick had her wrists pinned above her head against the wall. He slapped her breast.

She gasped at the shock of sensation, the sting followed by heat. Pain and relief melding.

He slapped it again. And again. Four times. Five. The pulse between her legs grew more insistent. Erick switched hands and spanked her other breast.

She moaned, sinking into the pain, surrendering to Erick’s dark tastes.

He hooked his index finger in the waistband of her uniform pants. “What did I say about your clothing?”

She smiled and slid her pants and panties down until she stood naked before him.

The look he gave her body was mock-critical, as if she were a soldier reporting for inspection.

“Legs apart.” He patted her mons. The moment she parted her thighs, he brought his palm up in a slap, spanking her pussy. Hard.

She cried out but didn’t move. She sensed Erick was measuring her reaction. “More.”

“You like that, pet?” He slapped her again and stepped in close, his breath hot on her neck. “I’m going to spank you so hard, pet.” He buried his fingers in her hair and fisted them, tugging her head back. “You’ll have so many marks on that ass tomorrow, they’ll never question whether you’re a real pet.”

Her belly fluttered and leaped. One-third scared. Two-thirds excited. She was fairly certain he’d stop if she didn’t like it, but not 100 percent.

Still, it was better not knowing. The danger and thrill of it only added to the tension.

“Now— Spread. Your. Legs.”

She widened her stance even farther, and he started spanking her poor pussy, fast and hard.

The room swooped around her as a wave of thick lust made her dizzy. She clung to his shoulders to keep from falling.

He gave one more slap then showed her his fingers, which glistened from her arousal. “Spanking always makes you wet, doesn’t it, pet?”