His Human Possession (Zandian Masters 8)

“Yes, Master.”

“Good girl.”

He shoved his hand under her pelvis and—oh stars!—placed one of the vibrators just beneath her clit. It whirred to life, sending bolts of electric pleasure down both her legs. With one hand on her ass, he pushed her pelvis down over the device. “Grind down, female. Show me how those sweet little hips move when you’re aroused.”

She let out a fevered moan and obeyed, rubbing her clit over the device, her breath growing labored.

“That’s it,” his rumble was warm and coaxing. “I love the way this ass moves.” He pried her cheeks apart. “I can’t wait to veck it.”

Oh sweet mother Earth.

She’d been afraid of that.

Paal pumped a generous amount of lubricant into his hand and coated his cock, then applied more to Leti’s tight little pucker.

Stars, it was so wrong, but he loved seeing his marks on her ass. He’d long forgotten his anger, satisfaction at Leti’s complete and utter surrender replacing his fury with a powerful sense of pleasure.

He shouldn’t have whipped her so hard, but it couldn’t have been all wrong. It couldn’t have, because his beautiful female lay there, wriggling over the vibrator as if she craved the same release he so desperately desired.

And it was never enough. Every time he touched her, he craved more. Every minute he came near her, his emotions careened more dangerously out of control.

“You’re going to take my big Zandian cock in that tight little hole, aren’t you, female?”

She whimpered when he pressed the head of his cock up against her sphincter muscles. “Yes, Master.”

He applied a little pressure. His beautiful female pushed back at him, opening her muscles to let him enter. He went slowly, easing in, loving the little hurty sounds she made as she accommodated him. “That’s it, beautiful female,” he encouraged.

Her little moan of pleasure made it nearly impossible not to shove the rest of his length forward, but he held back, taking his weight on his arms planted beside her.

“Master.” A pleading voice.

“That’s it, Leticia. Open for your master.”

He shifted to work a hand beneath her, checking to see that the device was still in contact with her clitoris. He rolled it around as she panted and mewled beneath him. Finally, finally he fed every inch of his cock into her. The heat of her chastised flesh met his loins and the fronts of his thighs, the tremble in her legs made it hard not to pound into her.

“So good,” he grunted. “You feel so vecking good.”

“Yes, Master. Please.”

“You need your master to veck your ass, Leti? Remind you who owns this luscious little body?”

“Please, Master.”

Stars, her whimpered begging would be the undoing of him. He drew back and pressed in, again and again. When her begging turned incoherent, her mewls took on the high-pitched urgency signalling her orgasm, he let himself crest the peak again.

“Come, Leti. Take your pleasure, if you can.”

Her body shook beneath his as he drilled into her and released once more. He shuddered when she tightened around him, sobbing out her release.

“Good girl,” he murmured into her hair, lowering himself over her. “So yielding. So beautiful.”

Her breath came out in another sob, back shaking with its ragged release.

The need to take care of her came over him and he eased out and went to the washroom to clean himself and dampen a cloth.

She remained exactly as he’d left her, still bent over the pillows, her whipped and vecked ass in the air, her legs spread, limbs limp.

“Sweet female,” he crooned, gently wiping his seed from between her legs and ass. “Are you all right?”