Zandian Pet (Zandian Masters 7)

Like a whore.

Like a degraded sex pet. The kind who wears a collar and kneels at her master’s feet.

Exactly what she didn’t want to be.

And she was right. Erick turned her to face away from him and shoved her torso over, so she stood, bent at the waist, her long hair falling down around her ankles. Her aching nipples brushed against her thighs.

He removed his cock from his pants and dragged the thick head through her juices.

She pushed back at the delicious contact. “Yes, please,” she moaned.

He cursed and thrust, impaling her with his sizeable length.

It was perfect and not enough, and she had exactly zero control or leverage in the position Erick put her in. She had no choice but to let him direct the show, which he did. Grasping her bound wrists, he yanked her back onto his cock then released her forward. He continued, using gravity and her arms to leverage her.

“Are you sorry, pet?”

“Yes!” she wailed, even though she didn’t know what she should be sorry for. She

needed release, needed satisfaction.

“Sorry for punishing me this way? Making me suffer, caught between my need to make you happy and my need to protect you?”

She surrendered completely, her body a loose, ragdoll veck-toy for her master. The male who cared more about her than she’d imagined possible. “Erick,” she choked.

He released her wrists and changed his grip to her hips, holding her immobile as he pistoned in and out of her.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted, her head bobbing at her ankles as he beat his cock into her. “Yes, Master.”

“Come now, Mina!”

As if her body had been waiting for his command, her muscles immediately tightened around his malehood, squeezing and pumping,

Erick let out a string of curses and came, his hot seed filling her. He backed them up, still connected, and sat on the cot, pulling her onto his lap and murmuring endearments. “Sweet pet. Lovely female. So beautiful.” He kissed her neck, her shoulder. “Thank you, beautiful.”

She gave a sigh of contentment and leaned into his strong embrace. If only her world could be this small, this simple. The act of giving and receiving in a small closet.

Nothing more. Nothing less.

But they had a planet to take back. And galactacarriers to hijack.

Erick, too, seemed to know they were on borrowed time. He eased her off his lap and tucked her into the bed. “I’ll be back late tonight. Don’t wait up—you need your sleep.”

Her mouth stretched into a pleasured smile. “Yes, Master.”

He gripped her jaw and leaned over, claiming her mouth in a breathtaking kiss. “Be good, pet. Don’t open the door unless you hear my voice.”

“I won’t,” she mumbled, sleep already overtaking her.

Chapter Eight

Erick frowned and adjusted his cock. “Look at her and you die,” he growled at Rok, who stood beside him.

They were surveying the two beautiful, naked pets in the cage loaded on Rok’s ship. One human, one Zandian. The females wore nothing but collars, wrist and ankle cuffs—incredibly high-tech voice-activated ones he’d found with the cage back at Zander’s pod.

“Ah, Lily and I need to have a private discussion in our room before we go.” Rok’s voice was rough.

“There’s no time for sex. Keep your mind on the mission,” said the male who’d made good on his promise to pleasure Mina with his mouth and tongue all night.