“Please, what? Please may I suck your horns?”
All right, no. But she’d do anything he demanded to get some relief. “Yes!” she sobbed. “Please let me suck your horns. Let me please you, Master. I’m so good at it.”
His expression closed, some of the fire in him visibly dampening. “I know you are.”
Why did he sound disappointed? Did he resent that she’d been previously trained? That she’d been with so many other males?
She tried it a different way. “Teach me what you like, Master. Train me.”
He rubbed his thumb across her lips, a storm brewing under his assessing look. Then he moved, lightning fast, to pinch both her nipples at once. He pulled them taut, forcing her to arch off the sleepdisk and follow him.
“Come, Leti.” A quiet command.
Her body responded. She bucked, pussy and anus squeezing hard around the vibrators, thighs quivering. He released her nipples and the stinging heat there amplified her release. The relief was enormous and short-lived, because the damn contraptions still held her hostage.
“Please, Paal,” she begged.
He shook his head, a stubborn look coming over his face. “Punishment.”
She writhed on the bed. “This is my punishment?”
He arched a brow. “Are you holding your position?” A sharp warning in his tone.
“Yes.” She sounded sulky now. She had managed to hold the position despite her restless movements.
“Yes, little human. This is your punishment. For being such a vecking temptation to me.”
“It’s not my fault I’ve been trained.”
He slapped her breast. “I will untrain you. I want you real.”
Real.
The word bounced around in her head, setting off explosions of thoughts she couldn’t handle. What in the hell was real? Who was the real Leti? She’d never been allowed to be anything during sex but what her master molded.
All she knew how to do with Paal was figure out what he wanted and give it to him.
Except he wanted the only thing she didn’t know how to give.
Her.
A sob escaped her lips. She wasn’t crying. Tears hadn’t formed, but she felt like wailing. Or did she want to yell?
And all the time, Paal watched her with that glimmering gaze of his.
Unable to take even one more second of it, she did something she’d never, in all her twenty-five years as a slave, done. She cranked her leg and kicked her master.
She aimed for his balls and put as much power into the kick as possible, but she was a fool. A trained warrior isn’t slain by an opponent in plain sight. He easily sidestepped and caught her ankle, using it to deftly flip her to her stomach.
She expected retribution. Something terrible—worse than the belt, but he only gave her a light slap on the ass.
“Just for that, I should leave those in all planet rotation,” he rumbled, but in the next moment, he turned off the vibrators.
Relief swept through her, leaving her utterly limp.
Paal coaxed the devices out of her and dropped beside her on the bed, draping an arm around her waist.
She couldn’t make herself move, not even to turn. Although whether she would have turned to him or away, she wasn’t sure.