Paal waited when he didn’t elaborate.
Seke rubbed his face, signalling his discomfort.
“It’s quite easy to punish a human female. Dr. Daneth has researched it thoroughly, but I imagine it’s not hard for you to intuit?”
“Right. Yes.” Holy star, he didn’t want to have this conversation with his mentor and boss.
Seke appeared relieved. “Good. Then with proper attention and care, your female should become quite pliant.”
Quite pliant.
Why did that sound so distasteful? Did he want Leti pliant? Or was the heaviness still in his balls about the act of bending her to his will? Not wanting any other male to command her. Not wanting her to bend to any other male’s commands.
“Thank you, Master.” He stood and bowed.
Master Seke did the same. “Stop by Dr. Daneth’s lab. He can provide you with… er, training materials.”
Paal stopped by the kitchen to request a tray of food be prepared by Chef Barr, then, because he couldn’t resist his curiosity, paid a visit to Dr. Daneth.
Unfortunately, the visit did nothing to alleviate his hard on for his human. If human females were aroused by pain, he sure as hell found the thought of giving it arousing. Dr. Daneth gave him a box of spanking implements and devices. He cut short the explanations because his own imagination was already running wild. He didn’t need Daneth to make it worse.
He returned to pick up the tray of food, having refused Chef Barr’s offer to deliver it personally, and headed down to his chamber, imagining all the myriad ways he’d train his human to surrender to him.
He found her naked, curled in a ball, asleep on his hoverdisk. Two conflicting desires rose up and battled within him. The first was nothing new— to wake her to round two of his cock in her perfect pussy, banging her until she screamed. The second was far more foreign. The need to care for the fragile human.
He set the food and implements down on the small table inside the door and moved silently to the sleepdisk.
She was even more beautiful in her sleep. Or rather, watching her sleep gave him the chance to fully study her. Her skin was flawless and smooth, full lips pouty, even at rest. She’d curled her hands into fists at her chest, lending her a childish vulnerability that tugged at his heart.
Her bottom still bore the prints of his hand, which also made his chest constrict. He’d been far too rough with her.
And then he saw her feet.
Outrage rocketed through him. His little human’s boots had mangled her poor feet! Blisters puckered nearly every surface and her toes were scrunched up as if they’d been forced in too-small footwear for a long time. He remembered her comment to Lady Taramina about the emperor forcing her to earn her food.
Suddenly the idea of Leti being subjugated by any being made him want to smash things. She may be human, and therefore an inferior species, but she shouldn’t have been made to suffer. And considering she’d pranced around in those boots without a single wince, he knew she’d suffered far worse in her lifetime. It was a wonder she’d become so resilient after the life she’d led.
He ran one fingertip lightly over her marked ass. How badly had he hurt her today? Shame at his previous excitement to do it again pushed in all around him.
Her long fake lashes fluttered open and she stiffened for no more than a few seconds before her seductive mask slid into place and she rolled her shoulders open to give him the full view of her golden breasts.
His disappointment was almost as palpable as the surge of lust that shot through his body.
She sat up and caught his hand, placing it right between her legs, over her bare pussy. “Hello, Master.”
He growled at the softness of her petals under his fingers. Not wet yet—no, she’d just woken up. He growled, too, at her bold seduction attempt. He hooked his free hand behind one of her knees and pushed it wide.
One slap of her pussy was all it took to make her wet. Her eyes flared, nipples peaked. She slid to her back in a clear invitation.
He brought his palm up between her legs again. “You don’t offer your pussy to your master, little slave. Not when it’s already mine to take.”
Her belly fluttered and he found himself fascinated by the lip of her navel. How would it look pierced?
But that wasn’t right. He didn’t want to mat
e this female. He just wanted to punish her.
The urge to dominate rose up strongly in him. He rolled her to her belly and grabbed a handful of her ass roughly. “Tell me, beautiful. Are you still sore?”