Zandian Pet (Zandian Masters 7)

“Y-yes,” she admitted.

He sucked her juices from his digits, one by one, his horns twitching and thickening with each pull.

He unbuckled his belt.

A wanton sound slipped from her lips—half moan, half whimper.

He shook his head. “This isn’t for your ass, pet. It’s for your wrists. Turn around and put them behind your back.”

She smiled and turned around, hitching her wrists together and wiggling her fingers.

Erick worked quickly, cinching the animal hide around her wrists and buckling it tight. “Now, climb up on the cot on your knees, facing the wall...perfect.” He moved in behind her. She expected pain, but she didn’t tense against it, just closed her eyes and waited.

Instead, his fingers slipped between her legs, rubbing along her dewy folds.

She leaned her forehead against the wall and arched into his touch, lifting her ass.

He growled. The pad of his finger circled her clit, and her breath hitched. Too soon, he pulled his hand away and let it fall with a smack against her ass.

“Oh!”

He spanked, slow and hard. Deliberate, measured strokes. The space between them gave her time to accustom herself to the pain, to convert it into pleasure. Her pussy dripped.

He dipped between her legs again, and whatever he found made him groan. He screwed his thumb inside her and used another finger to stroke her clit. “I’m going to eat this pussy all night long, pet. After I whip you, and veck you hard. And travel back to the damn palatial pod for your cage. Then I’m going to wake you up in the middle of the night with my lips suctioned over these lips.”

It was too much. Between his finger-vecking and dirty-talk, she couldn’t hold out any longer. Her ass cheeks squeezed together, and she lowered her hips, trying to take his digit deeper, grind her clit harder against his fingers.

He pulled his fingers away and spanked her pussy. “No.” The word sounded harsh, stern. “You tip that ass back for your master’s punishment. Do not come until I give you permission. Understand?”

“Yes, Master,” she warbled.

He picked up the thin rod she used to practice sword play and whipped it against his palm. “Yes. I think this will be perfect for spanking my naughty pet, don’t you?”

She couldn’t muddle through an answer. Didn’t know if she wanted to be whipped with the implement, so innocuous in sword play, but so frightening now.

“Seven strokes for all to see tomorrow. You’ll wear my mark on you when you go in there, Mina, and you’ll remember what it cost me to watch you do it.” Without waiting for an answer, he whipped the crop across her ass.

She choked on her breath and accidentally knocked her forehead against the wall.

“Easy, pet.” Erick burrowed his fingers in her hair and rubbed her head. Just a brief bit of comfort before he removed his touch and whipped her once more.

“Veck, Erick!”

“I know, pet. It hurts. Five more.”

She clamped her teeth together and held tightly as he brought the rod down. The welts from the first strokes had grown more painful in the interim, like lines of fire painting her ass. He made neat, even lines down the lower half of her buttocks and one where her cheeks met thigh and then he tossed the rod onto the floor with a clatter.

“That’s it, pet.” He lifted her to her feet, wrists still bound behind her back. His large hands cupped her tender ass, and she flinched when he squeezed, but after a moment of rubbing, his massage took away the worst of the sting. “Thank you, sweet female. I know you’re doing this for me. To solve my problem. That’s what vecking kills me.”

“You’re not going to lose me.” She meant she wouldn’t die, not that she was giving herself to him, but the words were out. They were out, and she couldn’t take them back.

“Promise?” His voice rasped against her ear.

“I promise. Are you going to veck me now?”

He gave a harsh laugh. “Yes, pet. The way you like it.”

She wanted to ask how he thought she liked it, except she wasn’t sure she’d like the answer.